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#I simply cannot resist making a little guy

withloveajaxx · 1 year

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so baby let's keep this secret

𓂅 genre: modern! childe, scara, al haitham, xiao x gn! reader

𓂅 warnings: hints of making out in scara's part + childe's part is a hint of suggestive teasing

𓂅 summary: secret relationship with the genshin boys

𓂅 note: this is my first time writing for scara and haitham so,,, apologies if i mischaracterize them or they seem out of character :"D comments on their characterization are greatly appreciated ^^ but yea, that's it hehe, hope u enjoy this fic n have a wonderful day!!

CHILDE

tbf a secret relationship with childe isn't a secret to anyone at all because mans is whipped for you, but we gotta give him some credit for holding himself back from kissing you 24/7.

a "secret" relationship with this man is basically minimalized pda with a huge amount of teasing.

he absolutely loves to be the sole reason why your cheeks get red and you get all flustered in public.

when people ask you what's wrong and you can barely get out a blatant lie, childe already has a smug, yet somehow charming smirk on his face.

he's not good at hiding how whipped he is, but he does surprisingly well hiding his touches from the general eye of the public.

like whenever he's in a restaurant with you, he always makes it a point to sit beside you. he is never sitting anywhere else.

secondly, his hand is always on your thigh or fiddling with your fingers beneath the table. he simply cannot resist touching you in any way.

and finally, if he's being a little bitch… he'll slyly sneak an arm around your waist, squeezing it gently. i can bet my life he's lifting your shirt up slightly to rub your exposed skin to get you all bothered.

he's absolutely ravishing you when you get home though. spoiling you with kisses, cuddles, and anything you ask from him <3

ngl, with how touchy feely he is, i don't think people are gonna take that long to figure out what's going on between you two. the "secret" relationship is unfortunately a 5/10 in terms of success.

SCARAMOUCHE

you cannot tell me this man wouldn't take your relationship to his grave. 10/10 in this secret relationship 💀

unlike childe, he can keep his eyes and his hands off of you in public. he has a lot of self control and no amount of your teasing is going to get him to expose you guys (unless you pull out the tears or some begging then maybe). but like childe… he is absolutely obsessed with you when yall have a little private time.

this is where it gets spicy but i can just imagine scaramouche just reaching his limit from holding himself back from you after a long day, and he's just ready to break when you two are behind closed doors.

after all, he is a man of little patience isn't he? when you two get to his place after a long day, he doesn't even wait for a split second until his lips are slotting themselves against yours for a heated kiss.

he has you pinned against the wall beside the door, one elbow beside your head while the other slides down to rest on your hips.

when he parts the fairly passionate kiss his lips are still hovering dangerously close to yours. he doesn't even take that long to catch his breath, diving in for another kiss until he hears abrupt knocks at his door, and a voice he knows distinctly belonging to childe.

cursing under his breath, he holds a hand over your mouth, making sure you're hidden from the direct line of sight of the door before opening it to reveal the ginger headed man.

"make it quick, dimwit. i was in the middle of doing something," scara hisses venemously, eyes narrowing at childe. poor childe chuckles in nervouseness, scratching the back of his neck. "is that so? sorry, didn't know, maybe i'll come back later."

"yeah, whatever. just scram." and with that, the door is slammed closed and sacra's undivided attention is back on you again.

"c'mon," is all he says, taking your hand in his before leading you to a more secluded space in his apartment where no one and nothing can interrupt him from having his time with you.

ALHAITHAM

i think he'd be pretty good at keeping things lowkey. he acts the same towards everyone with some exceptions to you, so i'd say 10/10.

definitely not touchy in public (nor in private to be honest), but he's definitely into the little moments.

little moments like making eye contact from across the room and sending you the slightest hints of a smile.

or even grazing your pinkies together when your walking side-by-side in thr middle of the campus hallways.

there are bits of physical affection here and there, but the main thing that gives this man away is the quality time and acts of services that he does towards you.

hatiham doesn't spend nearly as much time with others as he does with you. you're always with him whether it be in the library studying, in a coffee shop while he reads a book, or in museums looking around and scuptures and paintings.

it's especially in crowded places like museums and coffee shops where he does small actions of adoration and affection.

like when you guys go on study or book dates, you'll feel his eyes on you when you're trying to write something down or read something.

when you look at him to ask you what's wrong, he's simply staring at you with a soft expression that screams nothing but admiration and love. it's quite endearing really, to see his ears turn the lightest shade of pink afterwards.

"do you need something, haitham?" you ask, the smile he loves so much gracing your features. he gently shakes his head, reaching his hand out on the table to take yours, "no. nothing. i was just admiring you, is all."

XIAO

there's a constant redness of his usually pale cheeks is a dead giveaway to your relationship, and he's pretty protective too so i'd say a 6/10.

whenever you catch xiao staring at you, his cheeks and the tips of his ears immediately burn red, and he whips his head around so fast.

people always notice and his friends always tease him for it, but he can't help such a reaction when what he thinks is the most stunning person is looking right at him.

or whenever he looks around the room to search for you only to find that you're already looking at him… his cheeks are literally on fire.

the adorable glow on his cheeks isn't the only sign he gives though. mind you, this man is very protective over you.

he wants to make sure that absolutely no harm comes in your way, and he'll do anything to make sure of that. he doesn't care if your relationship would be exposed that way, all he cares about is your overall safety and wellbeing.

he's the type of man who pulls you closer to him while you're crossing the street or walking by the road, having his hand on you in some way in case anything happens.

the type of guy who brings random stuff like bandaids, hair ties, and sweets for you just in case you need anything.

he's also constantly asking how you are through text, just in case you need him to do something or in case you need him by your side for whatever reason.

my favourite part about secret relationships with xiao is the kind of dates you'd have. he's definitely the type of man to do homey, indoor dates. he'd build lego bouquets for and with you, he's sit for hours bingeing movies or series you like, relax and read a book with you, or even just nap and cuddle. even though your dates are mostly at home to keep away from the prying eyes of others, he's sure to make it something you'll always love and never regret.

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konigbabe · 1 year

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Leon S. Kennedy headcanons

Random headcanons of Leon S. Kennedy that's been stuck in my head for what feels like forever. There's a small NSFW section under the divider 18+.

Pairing: Leon Kennedy x gn!reader

Word count: 1.2k

Tags/warnings: fluff; established relationship; smut; oral sex; gender-neutral reader; no y/n

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He loves kissing.

This man is so touch-starved that kissing is sacred to him. He loves kissing; lives for it – but only with the right person. Someone who holds his heart in their hand. Soft kisses, unhurried and so indulgent. Leon’s kisses are a devotion of their own; they don’t necessarily lead to something more. He just enjoys the feeling of your lips on his. Knows when to add the right pressure, when and how to use his tongue…

He’s also a really, really good kisser (don’t fight me on this); loves to bite your lip as well.

His love language is physical touch.

(–or acts of service.)

Anyway; Leon adores physical touch whether it's inside or outside the safety of your shared space. If you join him on missions, you’ll always find him close – his hand brushing yours, palm on your back guiding you forward, making sure you're always within his line of sight. And if you ever get hurt, his hands gently grasp your body, checking to make sure you're okay.

At home, he just loves to touch you randomly – kiss on your temple carrying multiple meanings (‘thank you’, ‘you’re welcome’, ‘I love you’, ‘good morning’ and so on), arms sneaking around you to enclose in a bear hug. Or having his exhausted body to just lay on top of you, using you as his own personal pillow…

He struggles with the L word.

The words “I love you” lingered in the back of Leon’s throat for a long time; not because he wasn’t sure of it but because once spoken, they become real and tangible. Acknowledged. Something he can’t take back.

He secretly enjoys cooking and has a few signature dishes that he’s really proud of.

Leon isn’t really a chef. Often opting for rather simple meals but even those bring him joy. Solace lies in the simplicity of it all. As a man who has had little control in his life since childhood, the act of cooking provides a sense of control and satisfaction that he rarely experiences elsewhere; having his own space, doing something so insignificant that it becomes significant in its own way.

He’s definitely someone who would say something along the lines “Made with love, not skill.”

He’s a workaholic.

Leon cares about you; loves you. There’s no lie in the fact that he wants to spend every second possible with you. Every fibre of his being yearns to be close to you, to protect you from harm. However, as a seasoned agent, adrenaline courses through his veins. It’s a part of him, as natural as breathing. He craves the thrill of danger, the rush of a mission, even though it tears him away from you. Leon’s already learned to accept that his calling for epinephrine is as much a part of his as his love for you.

He has a bit of a sweet tooth and loves all kinds of desserts.

Leon's sweet tooth is undeniable. He simply cannot resist the allure of sugary treats, and desserts hold a special place in his heart. From gooey chocolate cakes to creamy fruit tarts, he loves them all. He is not shy about indulging in his favorite treats, often having multiple servings or even ordering dessert before his meal.

He’s a romantic at heart.

Love letters that tug at your heartstrings, make you feel as if he’s by your side instead of fighting the infected and all the bad guys that team up on him. Testaments of his affection towards you. Morning messages a gentle reminder that he’s still here for you, whenever you need him. He believes that every moment in a relationship should be cherished, no matter how small or seemingly insignificant, and he relishes in each one spent with you.

He let’s you braid his hair.

(He’s blond; I stand firmly by his game's looks.)

Sitting on the carpet, back comfortably resting against the sofa cushions as you throw your legs over his broad shoulders, feeling the taunt muscle underneath your thighs. Letting out soft sighs of contentment as you gently thread your fingers through the silky hair; braiding the sides or simply brushing it clean. His fingers wrapped around your ankle, drawing lazy shapes over the thin skin there while enjoying the tender scrape of your fingernails against his scalp.

He's socially awkward.

Outside the people that know him or the people he's forced into close proximity with (*cough* Luis *cough*), Leon is not a social butterfly. Not big on conversations, rather short and snappy answers. Oftentimes at a loss for words. Socializing exhausts him. His desire lies to be left alone; or with one person at a time but it has to be someone he's already familiar with.

He loves cuddling more than sex.

Don’t be fooled, Leon’s definitely sex-crazed around you. Loves to be buried deep inside you; feel your warmth, the velvety squeeze when his cock hits that sweet spot inside – but cuddling makes him happier. It’s his way to show you how devoted he is to you. That feeling of emotional security provided by your cuddles gives him pleasure far greater than the way your body responds to his cock.

He’s a switch.

Leon’s a curious creature – relishing in both submission and domination; intrigued by the duality of power exchange. While the daddy/mommy kink doesn't quite capture his attention, that doesn't mean he can't submit to your every whim, yearning to appease your deepest desires. The mood of the moment guides his actions, emotions dictating the course.

Leon’s a foreplay master and a teaser.

Absolutely addicted to the way your body reacts to his touches, to his kisses. Some days, he’s even capable of making the foreplay longer than the actual sex; having you writhing, begging with teary eyes to finally put his cock inside you. Leon’s certainly going to tease every cell in your body, setting it on fire, letting it burn until you’re nothing but a mere ember.

He loves oral.

Receiving or giving — he doesn’t really hold a preference. It’s not important whether he’s the one on his knees or you; Leon is someone who finds his own pleasure deep within yours, just feeling you react to his tongue, to his fingers. This goes the other way around, having your lips around his cock, feeling the tightness of your throat…makes him a mess.

He’s an ass man.

Leon can't help but love ass in every way imaginable. He runs his hands over the supple globes of your flesh, his teeth sinking into the softness. Pressed tightly against him, you can feel his hard cock straining against the fabric of his pants, yearning to be set free. He stares at it, touches it, spanks it, and bites it every chance he gets. It's predictable that he'll have you in various positions, pounding away while admiring your delicious curves - doggy, reverse cowgirl, and so much more.

He’s loud.

(– and he moans.)

There’s no denying that Leon will grunt, growl, groan, whimper and moan during the whole night. Very expressive nature. He’s not really extremely loud to the point someone might hear you through the walls; yet the room is always filled with the sounds of his own pleasure, only adding to that fire deep inside you.

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magics-neptunes-things · 4 months

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Kiss Me Prequel

Hi guys!

This is a request from here, it's a prequel from Kiss Me that you can read here. It's not necessary to have read it before reading this one tho :)

Enjoy!

TW : Suggestive, mention of alcohol

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The first time you slept with Katie, you woke up alone in your bed, like nothing happened. Everything seemed so normal in your home that you sincerely wondered if you had imagined what happened instead of really experiencing it. It was the same night that Katie kissed you for the first time, and things quickly got hot between you two. That night, Katie didn’t let you reciprocate the favor and you ended up falling asleep while you were both looking at each other in silence. And when you saw her in practice, she actually behaved as if nothing had happened. So you followed suit, trying to ignore the disappointment that took hold of you.

The second time you slept with Katie, it was only a week after the first time. Some of you were at a party held at one of your teammates and between those who were tired and those who had too much to drink, no one saw that your discussion on the deck chairs in the garden took a completely different turn. Rather than finish it in plain sight, you quietly snuck out of your house. Again, the next day, Katie was gone. However, her behaviour has changed slightly. You noticed looks on you from her that didn’t exist before, even if she hurries to look away every time.

The three and fourth times were more distant from each other. If the last time Katie texted you to apologize, she started avoiding you as much as possible. And this behavior hurts you more than you admit. You only told Caitlin, your compatriot, who noticed something was wrong.

Katie doesn’t talk to you anymore and instead of confronting her for her behavior, you decided to undergo her behavior. Because you hate conflict and you’re afraid it will destroy the memories you have of the moments you’ve lived. Because you know that the way she looks at you during these moments of intimacy is far from being the one between two friends with benefit. The connection between you, physical and spiritual, is not to be denied either. But it doesn’t seem to be something that Katie assumes and you don’t know why.

So all of these things make it meaningless for Katie to call you at 3:00 in the morning. You look at the screen a few seconds before answering, rubbing your eyes while rolling on your back.

"Katie?"

Your voice is broken because of the sleep you just got and you’re a little surprised by the strength of the sound that comes from where Katie is.

"Hey. Um. Were you sleeping?"

"It’s 3:00 in the morning, Katie" you sigh softly, your cat giving you a look of reproach when you move and you shove it. "Move" you mumble in his direction before talking to Katie again "All right?"

"Yeah. I’m uh. Are you with someone?"

"Only my cat. What do you want, Katie?"

You’re not that direct with her usually, but you have a hard time dealing with things when you’re awake in the middle of the night. A few seconds of silence pass before Katie answers you.

"I want to see you. I miss you."

"Have you been drinking?"

"Yes, but it has nothing to do with that"

"It has something to do with that, Katie"

Yes, because everytime you end up under the same sheets, Katie has been drinking. You not necessarily and you know that you shouldn’t have accept that things happen this way. But it’s each time her who initiates the physical connections and you simply cannot resist her. Because there’s more than just physical attraction to her. You are madly in love with her. So you’re willing to accept anything she gives you.

"Can I come? Please"

You sigh softly and briefly close your eyes. You know you’re going to answer yes, because you miss her too. And you honestly don’t think you can stand the thought of her turning her attention to someone else and ending up spending the night with a girl other than you.

"Do you need me to come get you?"

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While waiting for Katie, who refused that you come to pick her up, you ventilated your bedroom and you took the opportunity to tidy up a little things that lie around. You also refreshed yourself before putting on a clean pajama and going to wait on the sofa in the living room. It was only a few minutes later that your bell rang, announcing the arrival of the Irish.

"Hi" you just say, letting her in.

You carefully study her steps and realize that if she has consumed alcohol, she’s not completely drunk either. She can easily remove her shoes and hang her jacket on the coat rack of the entrance. You nevertheless give her a glass of water and a pill that she consumes before thanking you in a low voice.

"You must be wondering what I’m doing here" Katie ended up saying when she sat on your couch.

You just nod, sitting beside her. Your gaze is questioning when it arises on her and you strive to focus on your discussion and not the dazzling way she is dressed. She’s so beautiful you want to cry.

"I wanted to see you"

"You already told me that" you point out with a slight smile.

"You think that’s weird?"

Again silently, you shake your head negatively. No, you don’t find that weird. You are never really sure of the reality of Katie’s feelings for you, nor what prevents her from being interested in you in a frank way. And when she’s sober.

"What I find strange is that you then act as if nothing had happened between us" you admit without daring to look at her.

A few seconds of silence pass, before Katie sighs, making you look up at her. You see her rub her forehead thoughtfully before answering you.

"I promised myself that I wouldn’t have anything with one of my teammates, national or not"

"Why?" you ask while frowning.

"Ruesha"

Katie’s answer is simple, but you quickly understand what it’s all about. Her relationship with Ruesha was complicated even when it was over and you know that the way Rue sometimes talks about Katie in interviews for example is not at all in the taste of the brunette. You’re biased, of course, but you know that if you were her, you’d see things the same way.

It doesn’t stop you from feeling your heart crack a bit by realizing that you’ll never have a chance to experience something serious together. So you remain silent, your eyes fixed on your coffee table.

You feel the couch move as Katie approaches you to put a kiss on your shoulder, her arm sliding around your hips.

"We shouldn’t do this" Katie whispers, but when your eyes cross hers you know what’s going to happen.

Katie’s blue eyes come down on your lips and you instinctively lean slightly in her direction. Your breathing is deeper and faster and even if you only spend a few seconds looking at her, you feel like it lasts forever.

Then her lips are on yours and you find yourself kissing her passionately. Her hands on your skin electrify you. Her whole being makes you turn your head and you just can’t think logically anymore. That night again, when you find yourself face to face during the most intense moment you have the impression that there is more than lust in Katie’s eyes.

You fall asleep again at her side, Katie falling asleep first for the first time. But when you wake up, she’s gone again. The sheets are pulled from the side where she slept, but you still smell her in your room. What changes this time too, is the little note left by Katie on the cushion on which she slept.

The handwriting is irregular, but if you could have given Katie a handwriting she would be exactly like this. Irregular, small, half bound and half detached.

"Thank you for welcoming me last night. I’ll see you at practice. Take care."

#woso x reader #woso imagine #woso one shot #woso fanfics #katie mccabe imagine #katie mccabe x reader #katie mccabe

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moonchildxoxx · 3 months

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A Warriors beating heart

A/N: hey guys here's a little something nor is def one of my favorites and i think there not enough fics of him so hope you enjoy. pairing: Nor x fem!Sarentu reader

The warrior had disappeared from resistance , confused by anger working with the same kind that once massacred their clan. “What must our ancestors think of us? Do you think they pity us?….. sad to see what we’ve become.” He spoke facing out to the landscape, sharpening his spear as he sat surrounded by the bio luminescent forest. “ We are still Sarentu “ (Y/N) answered crouching next to him, squeezing his shoulder. "Teylan barely speaks our tongue, …. but then he always preferred human words.” Nor looked up, with a deep sadness in his eyes. It became clear that Sarentu was struggling to come to terms with the fact that his life was still so reliant on humans.

“Alma says we all need time to adjust.” She countered, "Alma is not Na’vi. " The warrior snapped back angrily. She sighed softly, “ Why did the RDA come back?” Nor paused his sharpening efforts, he could have sworn there was a hint of a defeat in her eyes. "They wanted more of Pandora.. They always do." he said softly. “Then we'll need to fight.” A small smile formed on his face. He tossed his knife up and down.* "Fight we will, Ahari would have wanted us to fight." “We’ll make sure the vrrtep don’t return again “

Nor was clearly comforted by this, with a new light sparking in his eyes as he nodded.

She gently grabbed his hand brushing her fingers across his knuckles . Nor was taken aback, but the expression on his face softened as his hand twined inside hers. She stayed silent simply caressing his knuckles There was a long moment of silence, before finally the Sarentu warrior wrapped her in his arms in a tight embrace.

She nuzzled into him tucking her head underneath his chin

Nor held her tightly, resting his chin on the top of her head. His grip was tight, however his hold on her was not harsh but soft. The warrior squeezed his eyes closed, not wanting to let go.

Now that they were free he could move on with his promise they could finally bond and become mates. Nor breathed in deeply, feeling every inch of her body pressed against his. He had been waiting a long time for this moment. The long hours of hiding, surviving and suffering were all worth it if only he had her by his side. He wrapped his arms even tighter around her.

He didn't want to let go, He looked down at her and smiled, he finally felt like he had a purpose. His voice was quiet as he brushed his lips against her forehead "(Y/N)..."

She looked up at him

His expression was filled with love, as he brought his hands up to her face, lightly caressing her cheeks with his fingers.

"Ma yawntu"

Nor chuckled . He leaned in and pressed his forehead against hers. There was a long pause before the Sarentu finally asked the all important question he had been waiting for the right moment to ask. "Will you be my mate...?"

~ Weeks later ~

Over the weeks the Sarentu had been working with the resistance and Na’vi clans to fight back the RDA Nor had been training with So’lek and she had been learning from the Aranahe healers at the moment it was one of a calm day both of them had no training or missions.

A warm summer rain pounded against the small hut Nor built for them not far from the resistance base camp . He had his back turned to the door, working on sharpening a new spear.

The smell of cooked meat was in the air, and he took a deep breath, savoring the aromas. She was cooking a recent kill he had made. A warm hand pressed against his back and Nor looked up, a smile stretching across his lips when he saw a (Y/N) leaning in the doorway. "Come Take a break and eat " she reminded

He quickly put the spear down and stepped over, wrapping her in his arms and carefully caressed her sides. "I cannot believe this is real." He gently placed his hand on her hip.

She sighed softly kissing his cheek " it is real my tiyanw" His other hand rose and he gently brushed aside her hair. She nuzzled him Nor leaned over and pressed his lips to hers for a fleeting moment, a smile on his face as he lifted her up in his arms. "My woman is all I need in this world."

“You are sweet but don't think you're distracting me, I'm serious, take a break and come eat Nor” she scolded "All right, all right." He chuckled softly before stepping over and sitting down next to their meal, grabbing a piece of meat and a large spoonful of vegetables, taking a bite. She sat happily next to him eating her own meal As they ate in silence a loud clap of thunder jolted the hut, making the table rattle. Within seconds, the rains were pouring down. It was as if the sky were unleashing its pent-up fury now that the warm season was finally here. Nor sat upright with his ears perked, taking in the sound of the heavy rain. (Y/N) ears were folded back

He quickly reached over and placed a protective arm around his mate as she sat cowering. "Shh, shh, my love. There is nothing to fear. It is just a little rain." "Sorry..." she whispered out "It is okay, you have nothing to be afraid of anymore." He held her close, letting her wrap her arms around his neck.

"I am here, and I will always protect you." He said softly as he placed a gentle kiss on her forehead.

"It sounds like gunshots" she whispered out

"What did you say?" He asked in a confused voice as he sat up, holding her close and wrapping his arms around her."The thunder is sounds like gunshots " she repeated

The warrior froze once he realized what she meant. The sound of thunder had no doubt brought back vivid memories of the massacre all those years ago. "Ssh," he whispered.

"It is just a storm."

Nor felt her heart beat rapidly against his chest as she wrapped her arms around his neck. "Just close your eyes and listen to the rain , let that be your only worry right now."

"I-k-know. I know." Her breathing was fast and shallow as she struggled to keep from trembling.

The warrior's strong arm held her close, holding her tight. He brought her body even closer as he stroked her hair and placed his palm firmly on the top of the slight swell of her stomach. "Ssh, all will be alright, my love."

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chuuyrr · 1 year

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your latest work got me crying bro :') it hit right in the feels </3 i also want dazai to know that baby scarlet doesnt like him JUST BECAUSE he reminds her of gojo, but rather because he himself has fatherly vibes and that she likes him because he is simply just as he is :))

what if... baby scarlet reader IS actually his biological daughter, but in another universe?

dazai osamu with scarlet witch! baby! reader as his biological child

bungou stray dogs x reader

masterlist of the series

╰➤ CW(s): spoilers for bungo stray dogs, single father! dazai osamu and headcanons + scenario of fluff/comfort content

╰➤ PAIRING(s): platonic! bungo stray dogs x child! reader

╰➤ SYNOPSIS: in which dazai osamu has a biological child who happens to be the scarlet witch, and you get to read his adventure as a single father from holding you for the first time, getting scared when you pop up at random places, and most importantly, when he cannot nullify nullify your ability.

headcanons !

a new beginning . . .

dazai osamu being a single father is something that no one expected of him. even he couldn't believe it. he would never have guessed that the woman he met when he defected from the port mafia bore you.

unfortunately, your mother was targeted and left with no choice but to contact dazai again to tell him about you, desperate to give her baby a good life even if it meant giving up her own to the hands of her killer.

dazai was barely nineteen as he was laying low after defecting from the mafia, but as soon as he heard the news, he went looking for you. curious of having a child.

dazai was hesitant as he stared down the little bundle of sunshine before him.

there was no doubt that you were his child, and DNA testing confirmed it.

but him, a father? how is this possible? dazai wasn't ready. he was a bad person. dazai genuinely believes he doesn't deserve you, but when you extended your tiny hand towards him, making adorable baby sounds, all of his thoughts were silenced.

a single tear rolled down his cheek as he remembered odasaku's last words as he extended his finger towards you and you wrapped it in your tiny hands with the sound of your coos and happy noises.

save the weak and protect the orphans.

reaching for you and holding you for the first time triggered emotions in his chest, leaving him with a fuzzy and warm feeling.

it felt strange to dazai because it was a sensation he had never experienced before, but it was comforting and something he could grow accustomed to.

the struggle of a single father . . .

dazai considers it a challenge. not only was he laying low from the port mafia, but he also has a baby girl to look after.

dazai always finds ways to buy your necessities and eventually get you both a place to live because you guys moved around a lot when he first met you.

dazai keeps a close eye on you, making sure you're safe. given his suicidal tendencies, it was unusual for him to babyproof his residence, but that all changed when he met you. he can't get you harmed :(

now, it's not too bad caring for you, except that you frequently wake up crying in the middle of the night because dazai is drinking and having another one of his tendencies instead of sleeping with you.

dazai did, however, gradually grow out of that habit just for you. (*´︶`*).

papa dazai thinks it's really cute how you loved to sleep all snuggled up against his chest and that you couldn't sleep unless he was with you. you were such a cute and clingy baby. how could he ever resist you?

and you know how dazai can control his heartbeat? dazai manipulates his own heart into a calm and soothing beat that helps you sleep while you snuggle up against his chest as he holds you closely.

on the other hand, dazai almost gets a heart attack everytime he finds you in the most unexpected places.

he leaves you on the bed one minute, and the next thing he knows, you're in the kitchen, on top of the fridge, or suddenly inside the cabinet. there was even a time when dazai found you on top of a tree.🧍

dazai genuinely believes he will die from a heart attack one day, and he's also quick to assume it's because of your ability, and boy, was he right, just not in the way he expected.

dazai thought for sure your ability had to do something with teleportation, but he learned that was just one of your abilities when he came back after preparing your baby bottle to find you floating and giggling in mid-air surrounded by a red glow.

i'm sorry, but dazai's reaction was literally, "OH NO, YOU CAN’T BE LIKE CHUUYA 💀."

dazai scrambles to grab you from mid-air, using his no longer human ability to nullify whatever your ability was, but he was taken aback when you continued to glow with red psionics even while he held you.

dazai eventually grew accustomed to caring for a child and landed a job at the armed detective agency, where he could earn enough money for you while also fulfilling odasaku's wish for him.

dazai is surprisingly responsible in raising you to be a well-mannered toddler who is very much a daddy's girl, which surprises kunikida, who had become your very protective caring uncle when dazai first brought you to the agency.

however, there are definitely times when kunikida questions and scolds dazai for teaching you silly things like pranks and such, or, more importantly, dazai teaching you how to punch someone's eyes out ...

the fears of a single father . . .

dazai used to be completely fearless. he didn't even fear death. instead, dazai welcomed it instead with open arms but when he you came to his life, that was when he developed many fears.

starting with you getting hurt. dazai is a very protective papa. he can't stand it when he sees you in pain, especially when he sees tears in your eyes.

as soon as dazai learns that you have been harmed or taken hostage by bad people, he returns to his old mafia black blood ways. dazai's coming for them, and he won't hesitate to kill just to make sure you're safe in his arms again.

another fear that dazai has is you liking his old mafia partner, nakahara chuuya.

dazai thought it was funny at first when you met chuuya and called him your mama because you actually believed he was your mama. *cue chuuya blushing madly and screaming with rolls of r's while he carries you in his arms 💀*

however, dazai was quickly humbled when you began clinging to chuuya and refusing to return to him because you had grown real fond of the chibi he despises.

chuuya is smug about being your favorite and he uses that to tease dazai. even though it irritates dazai, he trusts chuuya enough to care for you because he knows chuuya has a soft spot for children and treats you kindly and sweetly.

chuuya spoils you, you know? maybe a little more than dazai expected, because chuuya frequently buys you lots of dollhouses, stuffies, and expensive luxury branded baby clothes, but he eventually uses that to his advantage by telling you to ask chuuya for specific things that he would buy for you.

"oi, mackerel! i know you're the one making [name] ask me to buy her wagyu steak. just so you know, i know damn well that your kid likes omurice, not steak!"

putting aside all the silly fears he have, what dazai truly fears the most is you being taken away from him, and that fear worsens when he discovers your prophecy as the scarlet witch, the very reason why you possessed such a special ability called chaos magic that he cannot nullify at all.

dazai will protect you at all costs. he cannot afford to lose his precious baby girl :(

so, if you start displaying your chaos magic, especially in public, dazai will strongly advise you not to use it unless absolutely necessary, given that he cannot nullify it.

sure, it's difficult for you not to use your wiggly-woos because you don't have complete control over them yet, but you can't blame your papa.

dazai is afraid that you will attract unwanted attention, particularly from bad people who would want to exploit your abilities, and he simply wishes to keep you, his baby, safe.

scenario !

dazai was nineteen years old when he returned home after buying you your baby necessities from a konbini near where you and him were currently staying.

he found you, his precious bundle of joy, sitting on the floor, playing with the toy blocks he got you in the small living room of the apartment as soon as he closed and locked the door and slipped off his shoes.

"a-ah! ah!" you exclaimed, ignoring your toys and tapping the floor with your tiny hands while starinf happily at dazai.

"why, hello there, my little darling!" dazai greeted you, placing the plastic bag of items he had purchased on the ground and smiling down at you, "did you miss me already? sorry had to leave you, [name]-chan! papa had to buy milk."

dazai extended his arms towards you to pick you up when you suddenly placed both of your hands on the floor. as you began to push yourself up to stand on two feet, stumbling even, his eyes widened in surprise, realizing what you were doing.

"[name]-chan?" dazai muttered, blinking and unable to say anything more as you stood up on your own, something he had never seen you do before.

"ah.. ahh!" you made cute baby noises as you slowly approached him, wobbling and nearly stumbling to your side, prompting dazai to prepare himself to catch you if you fell.

dazai's lips eventually formed a smile, a genuine and pure smile. his eyes lighting up at sight of you making your way towards him, "that's it, [name]-chan! you can do it, my little one!"

you were making your first steps.

"just a bit more, [name]-chan! come to papa!" dazai happily cheered you on, opening his arms out wide for you as he sat down on his knees.

with that, you approached him, squealing as you heard him call your name and saw him open his arms for you. you briskly walked straight into his embrace, and as soon as you did, dazai enveloped you in his arms.

"you did it, [name]-chan!" exclaimed dazai as he tightened his hug, holding you ever so close to his chest, kissing your forehead and nose, looking at you proudly, "that's my baby!"

you gave him a gummy smile, squealing and cooing as your tiny hands wrapped around him, and that's when dazai noticed a single tear rolling down his own cheek.

"dada!" was what you said to him.

dazai's lips trembled as he saw and felt his vision blur from the fresh and hot tears he couldn't stop as he stared down at you, watching you cling and happily smile at him.

"dada! dada!" you repeated again, cooing.

dazai quickly wiped his tears away and picked you up, tightly embracing you as he swayed you side to side ever so slightly in his grasp.

"that's right! i'm your dada, [name]-chan!" said dazai, but he cried even more tear. he was crying again, but was incredibly happy. his heart was racing with a warm and fuzzy sensation.

hearing you call him your dad was something was going to cherish forever. dazai kissed your face after that, widening his smile before pressing his forehead against yours as you giggled and cupped his face in your tiny hands.

dazai said lovingly as he nuzzled his nose against yours, "i love you, [name]-chan, and dada's proud of you, always.

your papa had a difficult childhood, and most importantly, he had an empty black void in his heart, but it was all clear to him now. death and a life of violence was not the answer he had been looking for in his entire life.

dazai now found a reason to live, and it was you.

[ author's notes ! you have no idea how much i enjoyed writing this. i made it extra fluffy and wholesome. thank you so much for requesting, hope you enjoyed reading this <3 ]

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globaloppaaa · 8 months

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helllloooo!!!!!! I read your matthew and taerae things and they are super cute <33 I was wondering if you could do something similar for yujin? 🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷

ahh i’m so glad you like them!! thinking of making it a series for the rest of the guys but let me know if that’s something you guys would like!!

yujin things ₊˚🖇️ ✩ ₊˚ 🎧 ⊹

warnings: yujin is aged up in this writing, as i don’t feel the most comfortable writing for/about minors. still, there is no nsfw or suggestive content in this request. some swears are also included.

- is naturally so cute ?? this isn’t something new however yujin’s the kind of guy that just finds purity and sweetness in everything he comes across. ice cream, balloons, confetti, it makes him 100x more endearing because cuteness is his natural aesthetic.

- privately or with close friends though? he’s such a little shit

- will gaslight as much as he needs to get what he wants (which he doesn’t ask for often), but neither you nor the boys can resist him because he does that shy, “feel bad for me” look that’s gets you all worked up.

- CANNOT SIT STILL FOR ONE SECOND omfg- he’s finding all different kinds of ways to take “sitting down” to the next level. he’ll be rolling across the room in your office chair, bouncing on the couch head first, probably kicking his feet against your headboard…or stove..

- gets real up close and personal to your face at the most random moments. you could be sitting on the couch, scrolling through your phone and- oh, there’s yujins nose in your business again.

- i’m taking ab these 😑

- on more than just a physical level, this man is always down to know what is going on with your life. pretends to seem uninterested until he finds time alone with you each weekend, where he’ll outright beg for the most recent drama.

- is always prepared, especially when it comes to things you not only need, but might simply want in the moment. forgot a pen? he keeps a few of yours in the front pocket of his bag. thirsty? he’ll drop a juice box at your side out of the blue and you’re left to wonder where the hell he got that from.

- the guy that will never leave you dehydrated, because he keeps a water drinking app on his phone to track you. he likes to make sure you’re taking care of yourself, because not seeing you at your best means yujin isn’t fully at his best either.

“ahhh but if you have this soda we can’t meet your goal for today! 😲”

“FINE, i’ll order a water please. 👹”

- if your female identifying, he also has an app to track your cycle. actually, this man has an app for everything about you, even a personal mood journal, where he can document what you said, did, and how you reacted. yujin loves his apps, and yujin also looooves to take care of you.

- not huge on pda, but he gets a little thrill from small acts of affection that are almost impossible to notice. holding pinkies, tying shoelaces, or zipping up your jacket really make him feel like a daredevil >:)

- calls you noona, doesn’t care if you’re older or younger than him. it’s a natural part of the relationship at this point and you just gotta deal with it. if there’s quite a big age gap between you two he’ll call you noona-baby and it doesn’t make much sense, but when it’s coming from his sweet voice you really can’t complain. 😵‍💫💗

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freyito · 6 months

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9ꜱ, 2ʙ, ᴀ2, ᴀᴅᴀᴍ, & ᴇᴠᴇ ʀᴇᴀᴄᴛ ᴛᴏ ᴀ ʜᴜᴍᴀɴ ꜰᴛᴍ ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

so! self indulgent. way self indulgent. getting this outta my head before it drives me CRAZY!!!! i know mk is like my hyperfixation rn but, i really love love love drakengard and nier. and Nier: Automata was the first game I played of the series. OBVIOUSLY this is beyond canon divergent, but i was thinking... (aside from 2b and a2) these guys probably know transgenderism and stuff but like... how would they react when PRESENTED with that yknow yknow... ANYWAYS PLAY NIER AUTOMATA (AND REPLICANT), REAL GOOD GAMES

cw: sfw, fluff, implied romantic feelings (no relationship), SPOILERS, so so so beyond canon divergent, male reader, afab, not proofread.

Nines is curious by nature. He's studied on humans and the human condition. Almost terrifyingly so. He's actually so so so interested in the fact that your trans. Not in a creepy way. Androids have no need to identify, really. And when they wish to be perceived differently, it's quite literally as simple as the switch of a button.

So, to not only be housing a human at the bunker, but one as interesting as you... boy, you are in for so many questions. So. Goddamn. Many. He's curious about your body- but don't take it in a perverted sense. Simply, what do the hormones do? How does your body balance it out? It's all sooooo sooooooo interesting.

He'll even ask if you could lift your shirt for him. He's so unaware of boundaries and proper etiquette, it hurts. But he simply wants to see the scars. Why? Dunno. It'll satisfy his curiosity. Maybe a little more! Nines just wants to know you more intimately. Yes, he knows allll about humans. But he doesn't know about you. He cannot hide it.

2B keeps her distance about the topic. Out of respect, but also, she still prioritizes her mission over you. Unfortunately. Though, at the very edge of her mind, she has all sorts of questions. Mainly about how society would've treated you. Perhaps you are not of those times, but she is deeply aware of the prejudice of the past civilizations.

But, some days, she lurks by your room, too afraid to wander in. She is afraid of her own curiosity. You do not get to see her much, seeing as it is forbidden to bring you down to earths surface, in fear of losing the last human to exist. You are too precious. To her, yes. But to YoRHa, as well. She will not admit those feelings, however.

She does find her courage somewhere, simply asking how it feels. An odd question, from an Android as straightforward as her. But nonetheless, you indulge in her curiosity. And if you were to ask why she's asking? She'll brush it off. It is important to the mission. You are important to the mission. It is important that she understands.

A2 does not care much for humanity. She shows barely any interest in you, even if the rumors of you spread like wildfire amongst the resistance and the machine network. She's lost her purpose, there's not much to care about, aside from her well-being. So why would she care for an interesting anomaly like you?

Why, she asks, when she finds herself seeking you out at the resistance camp. Locked away in a make-shift room while waiting for transport to the bunker. This is her last chance, she knows. She also knows it is dangerous, but she figures it'll be worth it. The last human remaining, something she had thought was long dead. A lie. That's really what she thought you were.

Yet, A2 is surprised to see that you are very very real, and the honest truth. It does not reignite her flame for her mission, but something within her swells. She simply stares at you, almost expectantly. She does not say a word. You can just barley see an ounce of curiosity and excitement behind that flat expression. And when you open your mouth to speak, she walks out of the room, and away. That is the last you saw of her.

Adam

Adam knows almost as much as Nines does. Maybe even more. He caught wind of your existence when one of the stubbies near SCREAMED across the network. He was quick to pick you up before the Androids did. He even created you a nice little room within the copied city. Something like home, no doubt. Or at least, a resemblance of it. He stays every present, not once does he leave you alone. He even stations a Biped by you that he can tap into.

He peppers you with questions on the daily, yet still keeps a maximum of thirty. He's logging your existence. He's actually worshipping it, really. Some sort of pseudo-god in a wasteland. He's so very respectful about his questions and knows when to lay-off, as much as his mind burns with questions.

At the end of the day, though, Adam's practically on his knees, begging to see just how your body has held up. He wants to see what testosterones done, he wants to see this marvelous thing called "top surgery", he wants to see it all. ONLY if you allow him too, of course. Regardless, you are stuck with him and his brother until his inevitable demise.

Eve

Eve was actually the first to find you once that stubby alerted the machine network of a human. Yet, before he could even touch you, his brother had whisked you away to the copied city. Only there did you get to meet Eve in full. He is a lot less contained than his brother, most days he spent leaning over your (uncomfy) bedside, asking you all sorts of questions. About how it feels to be human, what hurts more (like if he threw a block at you or a machine at you!), he is less so interested in your identity.

But when he connects the dots, oh boy. More questions. More and more as the days go by. When his brother isn't there, he's asking alllll about your anatomy. Why can't you switch it so easily like he could? Wait, that's a silly question, he knows the answer. Did you know in old civilizations you we-

Adam shuts Eve up real quick before his questions can border insulting. He means you no harm, and actually he feels kind of hurt if he insults you! He's just so damn curious and he has to know allll about you. For now, you are the second most important thing in his new life, something he would willingly go to this thing called hell- you know that place, right?- for you. And back!

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What would the Baki the Grappler men do with a childish reader? Like they watch shows that are for kids. Eats like a kid. Acts like one.

Baki:

• He needs help. Just help him.

• He doesn't understand how to treat you. Like he has an idea of how this should happen, but he should be gently advised in detail. In general, he needs an experienced mother nearby who will tell him what to do.

• God, he never thought that there were such nimble people in the world! You need to be controlled, and that's why the poor boy can't relax.

• He's shocked by the way you eat. He understands that you are a child, but eating is so messy.. Splashes in all directions, you're covered in mashed potatoes, and you're also trying to spit it out... Bucky needs patience, patience and more patience so that you can eat properly.

• But despite all of the above, he cannot look at himself without emotion. Just a charming, sweet child.

Hanayama:

• he may not show it outwardly, but he is not sure and feels a little panic.

• one of the most patient. If you explain to him how to treat you, he will become a wonderful father.

• The only thing he has difficulty with is sleeping. Putting you to bed is very difficult for him. Although it would seem that it could be simpler. You just take and rock the baby. He understands this perfectly well, but nevertheless it remains a problem. The problem is probably that he's rocking you too much.

• Eating? The airplane is already flying into your mouth. Surprisingly easy to handle. However, he sometimes misfires and then his whole shirt is mashed.

• in principle, he is very patient and calm, so playing with you is not a problem for him.

Katsumi:

• He is confident in himself and his abilities, but for about two minutes.

• Probably call Natsueh and Doppo. He can't do it alone. At the very least, he needs advice. However, he has no plans to dump his responsibilities on them.

• He likes your activity. He likes to see you playing with toys, running around, "freaking out". There's a good chance he'll join you.

• but eating is a nightmare for him. He's tried everything, but it's always the same story anyway. You spit, your whole face, bib and his T-shirt are all mashed up.

• gives the impression of a parent who is trying to cook a meal for a child, talking on the phone and trying to take away a toy from a child that he is trying to stuff into his mouth. Poor guy, he's not that stress-resistant.

Jack:

• confused. Simply, in one word. He doesn't know how to behave with you, how to treat you. He needs help, but he's unlikely to ask for it. It will operate by trial and error... And he's doing pretty well.

• Physical activity? Yes, he's all for it. He will 100% play with you, maybe combine the game and training. Like while he's lifting a barbell while you're sitting playing with toys on it.

• eating is not really a problem for him, rather a difficulty. Sometimes it turns out easily and quickly, and sometimes on a turnaround. It's a matter of chance.

• Should I put you to bed? It's pretty easy for him. It's soft and tidy enough to make you fall asleep quickly. Most likely, he will hum something to make you fall asleep faster.

• He would have been a pretty calm, sweet father.

Retsu:

• No problem. It's really not difficult for him. After he reads a couple of books about children and how to behave with them, it will really be true. But in fact, he has quite a bit of experience with children, so he will have to delve into the question.

• extremely calm and attentive. It can be said that the pure personification of the ideal father figure.

• Food yes? The plane is already flying into your mouth. Say "Aaaah". Or do you prefer the train? Then he's on his way to you. There are no problems with eating, it's surprisingly easy for him.

• Putting you to sleep is also not a problem. His arms are strong enough and his chest is soft enough to make you relax. While you're falling asleep, he'll tell you fairy tales or myths.

Shibukawa:

• Oh, he knows how to treat you, he's quite experienced. He probably already had experience with children, most likely he often coddled his niece, so everything is fine.

• He gets even more mischievous with you, however, he also becomes more tolerant. Like, he might not pay attention to some of the things that you do, although if other people do it, he probably would have already started to get annoyed.

• there are problems with eating. He just can't figure out what you want. And that's why all his kimonos are back in your diet.

• A dream? There are no problems with this. He's actually pretty strong, so don't worry, he'll rock you easily. While he is doing this, he will probably be humming at this time.

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justfonnsblog · 7 months

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Hear me out guys.

Shoto being your boyfriend is one of the cutest yet kinda overwhelming thing ever, especially when you go out with him because he loves you so much and wants you to have everything you want. Now that he's working as a Pro Hero, he's got the money for it, that or he's gonna use his father's credit card. He loves doing so, especially if its for his beautiful darling.

You two are out shopping and you spot a game store, wanting to check it out you pull Shoto with you—because of course you two are always holding hands in the mall, he wouldn't want to "lose you" or have someone try to flirt with you—in the store.

What you don't know is that every games that you look at and think that would be interesting to play, he takes note of them with his photographic memories. He thinks that when you look at the price and say that you guys dont have time for that, that deep inside you'd still want it, that's why he does it.

You don't realize that he does that at first. You continue looking at things till you get to the useless but oh so satisfying section full of fidget toys and addicting little things.

He sees you grabbing onto some, playing with them then putting them back, if not sometimes showing him and making him touch. He of course sees no use to that but when he sees your sparkling eyes and little smile as you or he plays with them, its enough for him.

He ends up buying all of them.

And he will either overwhelm you all at once or make a longterm egg-hunt but with all of the things.

One. He ends up giving all of them to you all at once.

You come back home after work, walking into you and Shoto's place and putting your things away. When you go in the kitchen its only to see a couple of bags on the table. You furrow your eyebrows as you walk over and start looking into the bags.

The more you pull things out of the bags the more you realize what the bags are and who did it. You pout and feel bad since this must have cost a fortune, looking around for the culprit. When you notice he's not in the kitchen you quickly try to find him only to find your dual haired boyfriend in your shared bedroom, drying his hair with a towel, wearing a t-shirt and some swearpants. He must have just finished taking a shower.

When he spots you he smiles, that small happy smile that mainly only you get to see. His expression quickly changes as he notices yours. " What's wrong darl--" —" Shoto Todoroki, what's all this on the kitchen's table?" He looks at you, tilting his head to the side confused at first but then quickly realize what you meant.

"It's for you, of course...You don't like it?" He says sitting down on the end of the bed, looking up at you with that small sad puppy face. A face that you quickly learned that you cannot resist.

"No, no it's not that Sho!", You say as you quickly find yourself sitting on his lap, cupping his cheeks, looking down at him. "I-It's just that it's alot and it must have costed you an arm. I don't want to ruin you, love." You give his lips a small kiss before running your hand in his soft humid hair, your eyebrow furrowed as you spoke. "I thought you'd like it, you seemed to really like them when we went to the store.", He simply answers, gladly accepting the kiss but then leaning for a longer one, hands quickly moving to gently place themselves on your hips. He missed you and now that you're here he won't let you get away without giving him lots of kisses.

That was typical Shoto, you know that he would go to any length when it comes to you, to spoiling you and showing his love for you in such ways.

You pull away from him after a bit. "Can I at least pay back part of it?", He raises an eyebrow at it before a playful glint passes in his eyes. "And how exactly are you going to do that, Y/n?", Oh you know that look all too well. You giggle and roll your eyes, giving his nose a kiss and nipping it as an answer. " With money of course....And maybe a little bonus. But before...You must promise me one thing." —"What is it?"— "Don't ever do that again, buying me everything I touch or look at."

He started to pout and open his mouth to say something, but you quickly put a finger on his lips. "Do you want that bonus or not?" You say with a small teasing tone as you grin playfully at him. That hush him up and he softly grins back at you. "Of course, I won't."

And after you giving him that bonus he ends up telling you that he technically didn't pay for it, but his father's credit card did. Oh that little—

Two. Hide the things all around your place so you find them eventually.

You didn't expect to start finding all those things in your home, once a week or sometimes a bit more. At first you were confused, but thought that Shoto just was sneaky enough and wanted to give you those but didn't know how. And so he decided to do that.

Oh boy, you were wrong, especially when you started finding even more things around, some bigger and more costly than others. It both confused and impressed you that Shoto, your boyfriend, was even able to hide those from you and take time to place them all around. It was cute to think about not gonna lie, but how much does he end up spending for you everytime? You started thinking on stopping shopping with him, not wanting to ruin him, but as you were thinking that you find one of the trinkets you really wanted but refrained yourself from buying.

"Oh no, he didn't just do that.", You say as you picked it up and started messing with it, smiling as you lost focus for a while.

It would be a lie to say that you didn't think it was sweet of him to do that but first, why did he have to hide them and two...why spend money on that when he could keep it for himself?

...

When he comes back home, later that day its only to end up finding you sleeping on the couch with that red fox plushie he bought for you a while ago and the said trinket you found that day in your hand. You must have fallen asleep while playing with it.

Shoto can't help but take a few pictures of you before deciding to wake you up with small kisses all over your face. He couldn't help himself, you were just so cute and beautiful in his eyes. And he wants you to know it, even in your sleep. You end up waking up with a sleepy giggle before playfully and gently stealing a kiss. You slowly sit up, letting the trinket fall to the floor, forgotting about it now that your handsome lover is here.

"Sho, you're back...Welcome home.", You say as you stretch, yawning softly as you move to get up only to end up having a body moving on top of you. Arms wrapping around your waist and his face moving to nuzzle into your neck. "Great to be home...", He mumbles as an answer, closing his eyes for a bit before looking back up at you, admiring your cute sleepy face. He looks a bit longer than he should, making you blush a bit at the stare. You know you should get used to it but everytime it has the same effect on you, you just can't help it.

After a little bit of silence and cuddling, you are the one breaking the silence with a question. "Hm....Love, I think we have an intruder. I keep finding things I didn't buy, and that is definitely not yours, in our home.", You say wanting to see how he will react. The grey and blue eyed male furrows his eyebrows pretending not to know, before ending up making a small [°o°] face. "Oh...That. Don't worry, it's all yours.", He then proceeds to nuzzle back into your neck like nothing.

You run your fingers into his hair with one hand while the other gently rubs the male's back till it comes to a stop. "No, but seriously, Shoto...Don't use all of your money on me for that. I dont need all of t—", He mumbles something in your neck making you stop talking, raising an eyebrow. "What did you just say hun?", You ask and he repeats it, luckily for you.

"I think it's worth it if it makes you happy, you were so cute playing with all those things...", As he says that he shows his open phone on a short video of you smiling, playing with the trinkets and sometimes even giggling, showing Shoto. Your face flushes, refraining yourself from taking the phone. "Sh-Sho why do you have this? Let me see." He lets you take the phone, moving his head to look with you like he can't get enough of it. As you exit you notice that there's more short videos of you, in many places and such.

Before you can even say something he says bluntly. "I take those so when I miss you, I look at them and it helps....A bit.", Hearing that you can't even be mad or weirded out a bit, he's just so cute. But you wish he took better videos of you, some are dang childish.

With pink dusted cheeks you clear your throat. "W-Well maybe next time you can tell me. I'd gladly do something special for you. And also....No, more buying so much things for me, okay?", You gently boop his nose while saying that, when he looked back up to look at you with a tiny frown.

You said that but later he found you playing with another trinket you found before.

He still does it, just less things at a time.

—

And he of course will end up doing it again. And not with just toys and games. Clothes too.

Not readproof rn. Sorry for my spelling errors.

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brainworms-all-night-long · 12 days

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This is a scene that was sitting in my head since the end of season 2 lmao but it felt way too occ, but uh, with development of the third season I thinks is pretty reasonable

A prequel to this, if you will

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"I have a hard time believing he's got a nose between his eyes, yet here you are arguing he's a saint." He sideyed the hedgehog, before fully frowning once his eyes fell onto the fox next to him.

Admittedly Sonic was slightly taken aback by the hostility, but he maybe should've expected it by now. Living in an Eggman controlled world would make anyone cranky, so he can't exactly blame them.

"That fox cannot be trusted." Rebel echoed immediately after, as if Sonic didn't get their poor memo already. "Have you already forgotten everything he's done!" Taking a step forward she flaunted her wings dangerously.

Still, Sonic stood his ground and he crossed his arms while tapping his foot rapidly. He eyed the couple before him and did his best to push down the anger he felt at their remarks.

He had to remind himself they obviously don't have the full picture, and what they do have, does not paint Nine in the most positive light.

Patience. He's gotta be patient.

"I never said he's without fault." He started slowly, a dangerous edge to his voice. "Or that you have to forgive and forget every wrongdoing he's ever committed. But you guys are more antagonistic than necessary."

"Oh, I think endangering the entire Shatterverse and destroying people's homes is just a bit more antagonistic than simply being wary of such a person." Rebel mirrored his pose, minus the foot taping as she continued to eye him up and down.

"And holding grudges." Sonic sighed and he already saw the echidna's mouth open with shoulders rising, so he decided to cut him off then and there. He didn't feel like hearing the same thing twice.

"All got fixed in the end, and no one- er, everyone who got hurt is fine and kicking now, no?"

He forced some cheerfulness in. The atmosphere was suffocating, with tension so high you could cut it and serve like cake. He would go eat some cake after they're out of here actually. A reparation pay for Nine as well.

Speaking of which, he felt the fox shift behind him after a while of silence when the resistance leaders looked for a good rebuttable.

"Doesn't erase the fact we nearly did not make it. You nearly did not make it, because that little problem child of yours decided to throw a tantrum for whatever reason."

Knucks seemed to be the one with the most to say, and that somewhat grinned Sonic's gears more than necessary.

He narrowed narrowed his eyebrows dangerously.

Patience.

"Ok first of all, it wasn't for no reason, and second–"

"You're wasting your breath, Sonic."

Nine's surprisingly aloof voice interrupted him.

When looking back he saw the fox standing right behind him. Most likely hiding from the duo before them, but he was sure Nine would deny it if he phrased it like that.

"That's all you have to say for yourself, punk?"

Knucks was most definitely looking for a fight at this point, and Sonic would give him one, if he didn't feel a gentle tug on his glove.

"Have you considered that maybe he was just having a bad day?" Sonic shrugged. He was honestly done being serious at this point and he believed Nine to be right. In everything actually, this was a bad idea from the start. He thought he was better at listening to his friends now, yet he seemingly remained just as stubborn as before.

"How many people do you know that go destroying a whole universe just because they had a bad day!?" It was Rebel's turn to snap as she lifted herself above Sonic with a glare.

The hedgehog just smirked "A few. And they have less salt up theirs than you guys." And he turned to leave, gently placing a hand around Nine to guide him away before things would escalate beyond control. This whole situation was his fault, with Nine as uncomfortable as he was, it was best to just exit entirely.

"Leaving already?" Knucks crossed his arms as he raised his eyebrow tauntingly.

"Still don't get what you see in him." Rebel sighed as she hopped back down onto the solid ground, "Keep him out of trouble, will you, Blue?" Rebel tried with a softer tone, but Sonic ignored her.

Except they didn't get far as Knucks bumped into them purposefully on their way forward.

"You're actually going the way we intended to. Really happy to see you again but we have work to do."

Just what was this guy's problem.

"Shame you decided to waste your time on that little freak, would've been much more useful here."

Nine went deathly still under Sonic's hold and the hedgehog's blood ran cold.

"What? Was that too mean?"

He vaguely saw the echidna was now under Rebel's scrutinizing gaze, but most of his attention was on Nine.

"Bud? You ok there?" Sonic asked, uncertain. Hundreds of scenarios ran through his mind at lightspeed but he didn't even have time to hope the worst of them won't come true when he saw Nine's ears pin to his skull.

Sonic reacted on pure instinct and the next thing he felt was a painful sting in his forearm and sharp metal digging into his back.

#sonic prime #i want to like #slot this sometime after the Artist's signature oneshot but #that would have the plothole of just where the fuck is Tails during this whole ordeal #i could ducktape it by saying he was uh. somewhere else idk #but that wouldnt really fit #idk man I am writing these on a whim and vibes theres no continuity #renegade knucks #rebel rouge #are they occ or not #im scared that they are and their fans will kill me with a brick wall /j #miles nine prower #nine the fox #sonic the hedgehog #me when I finish writing #the same but different

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starr-fall-knight-rise · 2 years

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Humans are Weird, “Skin, and the sun”

Thought you guys might have missed some of the more humans are weird related Dr. krill writes a medical report stuff.

Consider this a PSA from Krill to anyone who happens to possess skin

https://www.patreon.com/empyreaniris?fan_landing=true

https://starr-fall-knight-rise.tumblr.com/post/182501791735/master-post

https://docs.google.com/document/d/1jzEIdDAB4omdO2JcQVMObfrhLJ5kX4ONmSsLypM1ks0/edit?usp=sharing.\

The Intergalactic Journal of Xenomedical Biology

Author: Dr. Krill

ID# 374622

Status: Revision Phase Not Cleared for Publication

Issues - Informal language

I think by this point my contribution to the scientific community is enough to openly acknowledge that I am the universe’s number one leading nonhuman expert in human biology. I have been told it is presumptive to claim that I probably know more than the humans do, so I have been forced to put in “nonhuman expert” against my will.

Human skin is an object of some interest in the xenobiological community. It should hardly be so interesting, considering that every species in the galaxy has skin to some degree or another, but human skin has some interesting qualities I wish to discuss here.

Human skin is the soft outer layer most visible on the human body, skin tones on a human can range from almost white to almost black with brown and cream comprising the midtones, though despite the color variations the underlying structure remains the same. Now human skin is known, commonly, to have three layers, in its most simple model, as there are other models discussing the layers within the layers, but for the purpose of this paper, I will be discussing the Epidermis, the dermis and the hypodermis.

The skin in general, but especially the epidermis acts as protective barrier, specifically to keep out germs and bacteria from infecting the inner structures of the body. Now, while it is possible for a human to get a skin infection, the sheer fact that they don’t spend their entire lives infected with all the nasty things that they insist on touching is beyond me. I mean humans put their own fingers in their mouths for architect’s sake, and as you know from my previous paper, “A comprehensive analysis on the human mouth.” The fact that they don’t simply dissolve from flesh eating bacteria is a miracle in itself.

Furthermore, the outer layer creatures new skin cells at a rapid rate. Do not be surprised, when upon acquiring a human, your living space suddenly becomes more dusty. You will be interested to learn that this is the fault of your human companion who cannot help but shed the entirety of their outer dermal layer every thirty days, so if you have a human, and your ship is dusty, simply know that most of that is dead human skin just floating around, absolutely disgusting. Humans can’t go anywhere without leaving little pieces of themselves behind.

Earth is a planet with an open atmosphere and dynamic cloud cover, which allows sunlight, and thus radiation down through its atmosphere and onto the ground. You would think after a thousand years of evolution human skin would do a bang up job of protecting the human in question from radiation burn.

And in fact it does a bang up job. In the same way your granny makes a banging noise as she falls down the stairs. Human skin is absolutely shit at resisting stellar radiation. Now don’t you dare ask a human about this, because you are bound to hear a crock of bullshit come out of their mouths like, “Oh I don’t burn, I tan!” or “My skin is too dark to burn, so I’m good.”

All bullshit.

Human skin does indeed contain melanin, which is the structure that allows for skin color and tanning. On different parts of earth, different levels of light are allowed through the atmosphere, and over the years this has caused a varying degree of melanin to be distributed throughout the human population. Humans with ancestry that hails from the north, where effects of sunlight are lessened will have naturally pale skin, while humans with ancestry more towards the equator will have darker skin, which is an adaptive response to varying degrees of sunlight.

However, dark skin still does a shit job at protecting from the sun. Yeah sure pale skin is shittier, but shitty and shitteir are pedantic when it comes to the possibility of skin cancer. Research suggests that darker skin humans have a natural SPF (sun protection factor) of 13, while fair skinned people might have half of that.

This may seem like a boon, however, human experts recommend an SPF of at least 30 which is TWICE the amount of natural SPF provided by higher melanin content. But try telling that to a human! You can scream at the top of your lungs all day and the bastards will just insist that they will get a tan instead. Its this diabolical human belief that they are somehow IMMUNE TO THE SUN!!!!? So please, if you must, grab your human and marinade them in sunscreen, no matter how much melanin they happen to possess.

Because of the erroneous belief that darker skin is effective at blocking out UV radiation, Darker skinned humans may be more likely to die of skin cancer than light skinned humans. Light skinned humans are more aware of the dangers, due to their natural proclivity for burning instead of tanning, and the visibility of dermal abnormalities like moles, or freckles. In many cases cancer on darker skinned humans is caught later because of the erroneous belief by both civilians AND medical professionals in some cases, that darker skinned people are not susceptible to skin cancer.

So I don’t care if your human insists they either don’t like or don’t need sunscreen. TO BAD! They are WRONG! And they deserve to be SMACKED. Even a SINGLE sunburn can increase a human’s chance of getting cancer by FIFTY PERCENT. A SINGLE sunburn. Never in my life have I ever met a human who didn’t have at least TWO OR MORE sunburns.

The “I don’t get burned I just tan.” humans are FULL OF SHIT, “Tanning comes as a direct result of SUN DAMAGE. I don’t care how pretty it looks, it is NOT good for you. I had a light skinned human once who fell asleep in the sun and the skin BLISTERED. That is a SECOND degree burn from RADIATION.

Humans can get SUN POISONING.

MMMmmmmm

The worst part about all this is I can’t even lock the humans under a rock somewhere because humans NEED sunlight in order to get their vitamin D, and without Vitamin D, they could be tired, sore, weak, and may fall into heavy depression. In fact some humans become depressed in seasonal cycles where the sun may not provide them with ENOUGH light.

So apparently humans are INCAPABLE of being happy without getting to stand in the CANCER RAY

I have been stuck with these monstrosities for almost a decade now a decade! And I thought maybe at some point in my life humans would stop making me angry, but it just keeps getting worse!

#humans are insane #HUMANS ARE WERID #humans are space orcs #humans are space australians

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Prompt: What would they do to celebrate your birthday? Part(s): Heartslabyul, Savanaclaw, Scarabia, Octavinelle, Pomefiore, Ignihyde, and Diasmonia You're Here: Pomefiore! A/N: Hey everyone. I know I have requests backed up to the nines but was my birthday and I need some comfort teehee (I am also SO mad that twst doesn’t have a thing for the MCs birthday >:( ). Some are longer than others because the inspiration train hit, but I really don't care. I love me my boys, what can I say? I hope you guys can read this for your birthdays and be happy :)

Vil Shoenheit

The weekend following your birthday is very eventful. Vil's a man of passion and glamour. I hope you are ready to be tossed from place to place, because you will be living quite lavishly for a few days.

Your wardrobe situation has been bothering him since you both became close. What better time to fix it than this special occasion? Vil treats you to a shopping spree, acting as your personal consultant and forcing you to model his hand-picked outfits

Some of which coincidently match his own. He may or may not discover how you matching his tie + cuff-links makes him ‘excited’

Whether he likes the outfit or not, you receive many compliments.Some come out as snarky quips with a sultry smirk, but that is expected from Vil

Did someone say spa treatment? Darling, you have stress wrinkles from being Crowley's lackey. Give him a few hours and you'll feel like liquid gold. The days go by quickly, and you sleep better than ever before. Who wouldn’t in a high-class hotel with sheets more expensive than anything you have ever owned? Vil notices the improvement by the end and his ego somehow heightens further in pride.

On that note...are you camera shy? Because for the grand finale Vil arranges for you to have a birthday photoshoot with his personal photographer.

The first half is only for you. He stands on the sidelines, hyping you up and critiquing the stylist's choice in clothes and makeup. Only the best is allowed, he swears it on the Shoenheit name!

Second half? He's in there posing at your side. The scene is set as a garden birthday and pictures are taken as you both cut through a triple-tier cake . This is when Vil presents you with your gift: a personalized eyeshadow pallet. He crafted each shade himself, and they're named after things that he loves about you.

The photographer perfectly captures your surprise as well as Vil's rare moment of genuine affection. The photoshoot was meant to be private but somehow that picture ends up trending on Magicam.

“I had hoped to selfishly hoard your beauty, yet it seems the media could not resist in taking it's share. Hehe…at least everyone can see that you are mine this way. Forever my little potato,”

Rook Hunt

Rook can be very mischievous when he wants to be. They say not to play with your food, but he’s always lived for the thrill of the hunt rather than the catch itself

Your birthday is made into a game: a hunt. He wants to shower you with presents yet simply handing them over would be too borish. So, what’s he do? Hides them across campus, that’s what. The first can be found in plain sight outside your bedroom door. Attached to the wrapping is a clue as to where you can find the next!

And so begins your scavenger hunt. To the cafeteria, the alchemy lab, the courtyard, training tower, etc. you’re sent around with Rook acting as your shadow the entire time. He ensures your safety while also admiring your reaction to his presents the entire time.

The last note sends you to Pomefiore, and when you reach the gates Rook appears out of thin air at your side. He’ll lead you in, and inside is your final gift.

It’s your very own bow! Since you cannot use magic, he will be taking it upon himself to teach you self defense and archery. There have been so many close calls that Rook does not feel safe letting you remain defenseless anymore.

“Mon amor, it is perfect! Not only will we spend much time together but now I can cease losing hair from worrying over you. It will be difficult at first but rest assured that I will be your guide on this perilous journey,”

Epel Felmier

Long before you became lovers, Epel was a simp. A big heckin’ simp that buried his feelings because falling in love was not very, “manly,” in his eyes. With an appearance so delicate, what would make you want him? Sure, he was not ugly or intolerable…but he had so much to “fix,” before allowing himself anything like romance.

This did nothing for how he craved you. Your attention, presence, great seven even your scent. The moment you would walk in a room his back would go straight and his well-crafted act of decorum would slip. Vil would then chide him for staring and for his vulgar language after being caught.

It was humiliating how quickly you were able to scramble his well-crafted mask. Just the thought of you deflated all his defenses. He was screwed.

In an effort at defiance, Epel swore himself off of whatever spell you cast on him. If you entered the room then he would leave. If you talked to him then he would only reply curtly. If anyone mentioned you then he would dismiss them.

During this phase he was still hopelessly in love. It was a moment of weakness when he found himself carving your face into one of his apples. Staring into it with displeasure, he wanted something more concrete to work with than fruit. So he grabbed some wooden logs from the fire place and got to work

Fast forward time, and many months later there is still a wooden carving of your likeness stashed underneath his bed. He could not bring himself to toss it, especially so now that you are lovers. So it sits there: until today. Your birthday.

Epel isn’t the type to plan an event. He got you a small gift, a sweet, and asked for you to hang out in his room for a time. His upperclassmen decided to join and were being nosy. Long after all celebration had ended, Rook was snooping and noticed something wooden peaking out from underneath the bed. Before Epel could stop him the figurine was pulled out.

You wanted it. Of course you did. Why would he expect anything less? It’s not like he can say no when you’re blushing and staring at his hand-crafted work in awe. He just keeps quiet until his upperclassmen leave, observing as you admire it. Silently letting his embarrassment get the better of him until he bursts.

“Y’know, that don’ mean nothin’!! What’eva weird thought you got goin’ on in that head o’ yours— quit it! You can keep it but don’ go paradin’ it around either. I—I’m warnin’ ya!…you’re lucky I like ya,”

#twst scenarios #twst #twisted wonderland #twst x reader #twst imagines #twisted wonderland scenarios #twisted wonderland imagines #twisted wonderland x reader #vil shoenheit #vil shoenheit x reader #rook hunt #rook hunt x reader #epel felmier #epel felmier x reader #pomefiore

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noellawrites · 2 years

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Yandere Lalo Salamanca Headcanons

a/n: sorry these are so long but i cannot help but be a slut for this man

warnings: gun mention, breeding kink, sex, general nsfw content

SFW

- your first mistake was simply walking into El Michoacáno

- this beautiful, sadistic man had set his eyes on you from the moment you swung that door open

- your friendly laugh and eager smile captivated him

- he truly never believed in love at first sight and all that crap until he met you

- he struck up small talk with you just to learn more about who you were

- after finding out you were a broke college student, he handed over an application at lightning speed

- even though they really didn’t need any extra workers since it’s basically a front for the cartel

- but you were none the wiser, so you eagerly took the application and brought it back a week later

- you decided you couldn’t resist the mysterious, charming man that was Lalo Salamanca

- and besides, how harmful could a family man and chef with those eyes be?

- as it turns out, very.

- on your second day, you discovered that your new workplace was the location of various drug deals

- as the only waitress, your hands shook as you smiled and brought food to the men with guns

- Lalo promised that he would always protect you, though, and you believed him

- after you had worked at El Michoacáno for about a week, you’d let it slip to Lalo that you took the bus

- he didn’t ever want you taking the “filthy, dirty public transit” and started taking you back and forth from work in his 1970 Chevrolet Monte Carlo

- one time, the windows were down and a guy in another car whistled at you

- Lalo pulled out his gun and aimed it at the man’s head as he drove away in fright

- moments like this scared you but also majorly turned you on

- it isn’t long before you’re officially dating

- some people at school start to look at you different, as you sometimes bring Lalo around just to hang out

- you start seeing Lalo’s dark side, it doesn’t raise many red flags at first

- but after he establishes rules for you, makes you quit your El Michoacáno job to keep you safe and moves you in with him, it’s already too late

- he barely ever got physical with you, but the first time was when he saw you walking with your lab partner

- he waited for the guy to leave his dorm later and killed him

- then, he came home, still bloody, and slapped you across the face

- he wants you to know that you’re only only person he gets this defensive over, you’re the only one he loves

- he even tries to make you drop out of school at one point, just so you could be with him more

- you vehemently disagree, wishing to finish your degree

- but you are still indebted to him, as he now pays for your schooling, living under his roof, and anything else you could want or need

- he never means to scare or intimidate you, he just can’t control it sometimes

- you find out he’s in the cartel after about two months

- it suddenly made sense: the men with guns at your old job, the piles of money he seemed to have, him leaving randomly in the night sometimes

- he loves seeing you wear his button-downs, even just over a tank top or your pajamas

- it just turns his possessive streak on

- he has your name tattooed over his heart <3

- if you aren’t physically with him, either he is watching you from afar or he has two of his men watching you at all times

- he is very territorial with you and pretty much everyone in Albuquerque down to Mexico knows that

- his house in Albuquerque, though nowhere near as big as his house in Chihuahua, is huge

- it’s a sprawling four-bedroom with a huge pool and the perfect view of the Sandia Mountains

- “If you think this is beautiful, wait until you see the home in Mexico we’ll raise our family in,” he tells you

- he makes it very clear to you that you will give him many little Salamanca’s, and he will make sure you enjoy the process

NSFW-ish

- B R E E D I N G K I N K

- Lalo has a huge family and wants lots of children to carry on the family name

- he also loves your body when pregnant, how both of you know that your body is hard at work growing his offspring inside of you

- his favorite trick is getting you off with his hands, works every time

- he will pin you down and have his way with you literally anytime

- he fucks you so good that there isn’t even a thought left in your head by the time he’s done

- whenever he eats you out (which is a lot, he’s a giver) he loves watching you writhe and moan beneath him

- and his mustache feels so good down there

- he can sometimes get out of control with spanking you, choking you, etc.

- but you just have to tell him and he’ll stop. he doesn’t want to hurt you unless it’s for a punishment

- but the BDE… is true. it’s all true. he’s big but the perfect size. like not too big yk? he works that cock like magic

#lalo salamanca x reader #lalo salamanca headcanons #lalo salamanca #better call saul x reader #better call saul headcanons #better call saul

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4ullbloom · 4 months

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Sunbeam Baby (Joel Miller x reader)

Summary - Little drabble about coming home to Joel at golden hour. Reader is gender neutral and not described in any way.

W/C - 650ish

Warnings - None

A/N - My first time posting on here. I hope this drabble gives you daydream fuel. I thought about it months ago and decided it was time I immortalised this idea through text.

A bright, blue sky was once your ideal thing to look for during your day. Now, it was whichever sky allowed for the richest orange and brown tones to filter through the window in your bedroom. The bedroom you shared with a man who seemed to glow in the golden hour of an evening. Blue had never felt cold until you saw the sun reflected in his walnut brown irises. Blue to you is now simply the absence of brown. Had you asked your younger self what the best colour is, brown would certainly not be the first choice. It might have even been the last choice.

Your sunset shadow follows you up the stairs as you make your way to where you know you will find Joel. He likes to bask in the last dregs of sunlight before you come home. You find it endearing; he is a house cat in many ways (a sentiment he was less than thrilled to hear). You can’t help the thought from popping into your head every time his forehead is bumped against your shoulder moments of quiet affection, the way he stretches when he wakes up, the way he will call your name around the house until he finds you and most importantly the way you feel immensely guilty when you have to get up after he has fallen asleep with you on the couch.

Walking into the bedroom you see Joel lazing on the bed, a book on astronomy propped up loosely on his chest between his large hands.

You greet him softly but cannot resist the urge to pounce onto the bed next to him. Practically throwing yourself onto the soft duvet, left arm landing around Joel’s middle.

The poor man shoots upright with a grunt and the space book takes flight across the room. His panicked eyes wildly search his surroundings before meeting yours. They soften on realisation that he’s not under attack and its just you in the room. You can see the bleary-eyed tiredness in his face. Poor guy was having a nap which was ended by you basically sucker punching him to consciousness.

“Baby, I thought you were awake!” You quickly rub his chest in ways of an apology, feeling terrible for spooking him. He lets out a long groan as he settles back against his pillows.

He steadies your movement and looks down at you with a quirked brow.

“Baby?” He questions your choice of words.

You shrink under his gaze. Being the asshole he is, he lets you stew in discomfort for a few seconds before bringing your hand to his mouth. He places a gentle kiss on your palm. You hadn’t meant for the term of endearment to slip out. It wasn’t your usual style. You preferred to simply use his name or ‘Handsome’ if you were in a particularly good mood.

“Too damn old an stiff to be ‘Baby’.” He grumbles softly into your hand, lowering it back to his chest.

A wicked grin spreads across your face. His eyebrow quirks again. He knows that a smart-ass comment is coming his way.

“Okay Peepaw.” You coo and press a kiss to his whiskery cheek.

“On second thoughts, Baby will do just fine.” His voice rumbles, still holding some sleepiness in it.

Strong arms wrap around you and pull you into his embrace. Propped up by your forearms on his chest, your hands find their way to his jawline. Absentminded fingers caress the patchy beard they find there. Your eyes find his half-lidded ones. The last of the sun’s golden rays linger there still in the rich brown tones you’re so fond of. You lean into him to give a couple of easy kisses against his lips. When you lean back his eyes are closed once more. The sun warms his resting face and bathes him in all her golden glory until she has no more left to offer.

#joel miller x reader #joel miller drabble #joel miller fluff

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sequinsmile-x · 5 months

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Waiting Room - Chapter 2

Everything had changed so quickly, her life torn out from under her in a matter of seconds, the trajectory of what it would look like going forward permanently altered.

Emily's life changes forever when her parents are killed. Aaron just needs a job after his marriage breaks down and he answers an ad for a private security guard. If only the young woman he'd been hired to look after wasn't entirely resistant to his presence.

A Young Hotchniss AU

-x-

Hi friends!!

I am blown away by the reaction to chapter one - I love you guys so much and cannot wait to know what you think of this chapter.

And something that I am sure will surprise no one, this fic is now 5 chapters instead of four.

Please let me know what you think!

-x-

Warnings: Full list of warnings on the Master List, but this chapter does have smut

Words: 5.1k

Read over on Ao3, or below the cut

She doesn’t understand it.

She’s spent years avoiding making genuine connections out of fear of getting hurt, something she’s done her whole life if she was honest with herself, but she finds herself drawn to him after their conversation in the kitchen. She was fascinated by him, wanting to know more than the few bits and pieces she’d learned about him last month. She has a desire she doesn’t quite understand to mess with him, to ruffle his feathers and to make him smile, the dimples in his something she quickly learned made her stomach flip.

She looks up from her book, bored of studying and research and smiles to herself as she watches him. He was sitting at the table with her, occasionally looking around the library, always focused on the lookout for potential threats. She knew he had a gun on him, ever present on his hip just in case he needed to use it. The thought of it made her shiver, and not with the anxiety guns had always caused her since that fateful night in the alley.

She had to pull herself together.

She tenses when he looks at her and their eyes meet, and she clears her throat, looking back down at the same page she’d read countless times, the information never quite registering.

“What?” He asks, a half smile carving out one of his irresistible dimples in his left cheek. She looks back up at him, attempting to look nonchalant as she shrugs.

“Nothing,” she replies, tapping her pen against the edge of the table. A moment of silence passes between them as she tries to get back to her studying, but curiosity wins out and she looks at him, “Can I ask you a question?”

He smiles, “As long as I can ask you one afterwards.”

It was a game of sorts that they’d started to play ever since their conversation in her kitchen. It was a way to get to know each other, to learn more about each other. They’d stuck to simple, unimportant things so far. He’d laughed when she told him her favourite artist was Siouxsie and the Banshees, and she’d done the same when he admitted that his was The Beatles. He’d smiled when she said her favourite colour was green and he told her that his was red.

Ever since he’d told her she’d found herself wearing more red clothing, a sense of pride rushing through her whenever he’d stare at her a beat too long.

She wanted to know more. Wanted more than the tiny inconsequentia facts they’d shared, or what she’d picked up on just by observing him. She wanted to know more, even if it came at the expense of revealing a little more about herself.

“Of course,” she replies, waiting for him to nod in agreement, “Why did you take this job?”

He tenses, his smile slipping off his face as he clears his throat. They’d stayed away from anything serious so far, purposely keeping it surface level, and he wonders what has changed that, what has made her break their unwritten rule. She tilts her head at him, curiosity painted across her beautiful face, and he sighs, finding the answer slipping past his lips, the taste almost bitter on his tongue as he speaks.

“I got divorced,” he says simply, his hands clasped in front of him, “I needed a new start,” he smiles humourlessly, “And somewhere to live.”

She curses herself internally, blowing out a harsh breath, “Shit, Aaron I’m sorry I didn’t mean to-”

He shakes his head, finding her so far uncharacteristic embarrassment endearing, “It’s fine, Emily,” he says, “Her name is Haley. We were childhood sweethearts, we got married young. It didn’t work out.”

He hoped that one day he’d be able to think of Haley without being sad. That he’d remember the good times they had, how they helped each other escape the lives they’d once felt trapped in, without it all being marred by what they’d become. He’d always love her, but they’d grown apart. Growing sideways as well as forward, destined to drift away from each other, pushed apart by the things that had once brought them together.

“I’m sorry,” she says again, smiling softly at him, “If it helps, from everything I know so far it’s her loss,” her smile gets wider as he smiles too, shaking his head softly at her, “Even if your taste in music sucks.”

He laughs properly for the first time since they’d met, the sound loud, different to what she’d expected. Suddenly his dimples are her second favourite thing about him, and she resolves to hear it as much as she can.

“Says you,” he replies, raising an eyebrow at her, and she bites the inside of her cheek, desperate to try to hold her smile back as much as she can.

“Your turn,” she says, “And feel free to ask whatever you want.”

He waits as he tries to pick what question to ask, to figure out what part of her mystery he wants to unravel first. He looks down at the books in front of her and then back up, “What made you decide to do a PhD in linguistics? I would have thought you were as good as a person could get at other languages.”

She nods and clears her throat, “Well, for a start, linguistics is more than just being able to speak other languages,” she says, her smile fading as she sighs, “And it just felt like the easiest thing to do. When my parents…” she trails off, her gaze shifting back down to the book in front of her, “I was still doing my masters. After they were gone and everything changed I hung onto the one thing that felt familiar.”

“School?” He asks and she nods, her teeth sinking into her lower lip.

“Yeah,” she replies, “That and making Dave age prematurely.”

He laughs again and she feels her stomach flip, her cheeks warm as he calms down, his expression turning serious, “Thank you for telling me that.”

She shrugs as if it’s nothing, as if she hasn’t just admitted to something her therapist had taken years to get out of her, “Thank you for telling me about Haley.”

Aaron smiles politely and looks at his watch before he looks back at her, “If you’re done with studying, I wanted to show you something.”

She furrows her brows, already closing her books, making no attempt to pretend she had any intention of doing any more work, “Show me what?”

He winks at her as he stands up, “C'est la surprise.”

She swallows thickly at the way he speaks French, his accent a little clunkier than hers but still good enough to make her body tense, everything so tightly wound she thinks she might explode.

“I hate surprises.”

___

He doubts himself the moment they arrive at the gun range.

She freezes outside, her shoulders tight as she looks at him, her eyebrows knitting together as she swallows thickly, “What are we doing here?”

Aaron steps towards her, concern and something close to guilt churning in his gut when he can practically feel the nervous energy flowing off of her, “When we met you told me you wished you knew how to protect yourself,” he says, nodding towards the gun range, “I thought, if you wanted me too, I could show you how to shoot,” he suggests, feeling nervous in a way he doesn’t entirely understand. The silence that follows drags out, every second feeling like an eternity as she goes back and forth between looking at him and where he’d brought her, and he eventually can’t stand it anymore, “If this was a bad idea, I can just take you home.”

“No,” she says suddenly, hardly waiting for him to finish before she looks at him, familiar determination in her eyes, “I’d like to learn how to.”

He places his hands on his hips and looks at her, waiting for any sign that she was just saying it to please him, even though nothing he’d learnt about her so far would indicate that she would do so.

“Are you sure?”

She nods, clearing her throat and forcing out some of the tension that had gathered in her chest, any fear replaced by amazement that he’d remembered her saying anything about this at all.

“I’m sure.”

He leads her inside, his hand hovering behind her back as she steps into the otherwise empty gun range. She frowns as she turns to look at him, the lack of other patrons confusing her, and he smiles softly.

“I know the owner, they agreed to let us have the place to ourselves for a couple of hours,” he explains, “I thought the less sudden noises we can’t control the better.”

“Oh,” she says, nodding, her chest warm with the knowledge of how much he’d thought about this, how much he’d thought about her and a throwaway comment she’d made the first time she was nice to him. “Thanks.”

Any response is cut off when a tall skinny guy, whom Emily thinks looks no older than a teenager, greets Aaron with a nervous smile and a handshake. He tells them the space is theirs and leaves them to it disappearing back into the office where he came from. Emily watches him curiously as they walk past the desk and back to where the range is, her eyebrows furrowed as she looks at Aaron.

“Is that kid old enough to own a gun, let alone work here?”

Aaron chuckles and hands her some ear defenders, removing his gun from his holster before he puts defenders on his own ears, “Spence’s parents own this place,” he says, smiling at her, “When I was still in the FBI he was arrested for card counting at a casino the age of 16, I helped him strike a deal. His parents told me they owed me.”

She doesn’t know how to feel about the fact he’d traded in an offer like that just to help her, so she does what she does best - she ignores it. Pushing the emotion down with the growing feelings she had for him, hiding them in a box she didn’t dare open, afraid he’d somehow get hurt in the long run.

Everyone who got close to her did eventually.

She nods towards his gun, “Show me what you’re made of then Agent Hotchner.”

He turns and points his gun at the target in the distance, firing off two shots in a row, both of them going through the same spot on the bullseye. She jumps despite the ear defenders, her body tense in a way she feels ridiculous for. She shakes it off before he can turn back around, not wanting him to worry he was doing the wrong thing.

“Impressive,” she says, stepping towards him, “My turn?”

He nods and hands her the gun, stepping behind her as she points the gun towards the target, “Now you want to make sure-”

“It’s shooting a gun Aaron, how hard can it be?” She says, hesitating for a moment before she pulls the trigger, the pushback of the gun stronger than she expected it to be. She frowns as she misses the target entirely and she turns to see Aaron trying to hide a smile, “What are you laughing at?”

He steps towards her, “I think you’ve seen one too many movies, Em.”

She barely has time to register the nickname before he places his hands on her hips, straightening her stance with palms so warm she can feel them through her clothes. Her breath catches in her chest as his hands trail up her back, resting on her shoulders to help get them into position. She can feel his breath on her cheek as he leans forward to talk to her.

“You’ve got to have both hands on it,” he says, reaching for the one still by her side and raising it to steady the gun, “It gives you more control.”

She turns her head to look at him, and her breath skipping over his skin is what makes him realise how close he is to her. His eyes go wide, and his senses are immediately overwhelmed by her. The smell of her perfume, how soft her skin felt beneath his palms, the scatter of freckles across her nose that he’d never noticed before.

He steps back and clears his throat, “Try now.”

She nods, her tongue sticking out to wetten her lower lip, and she looks back at the target. She pulls the trigger again, with less hesitation this time, and she hits the outer ring of the target. She huffs out a laugh, a sound of disbelief caught in her chest, and she turns back to look at him.

“You’re a fast student,” he says, clearly impressed.

“Maybe I’ve just got a good teacher.”

They stare at each other for a beat too long, and they both wonder if the other realises how much trouble they are in.

___

“We’re late.”

“Emily,” Elizabeth sighs as she climbs out of the car, smiling her polite thanks at the driver before she looks back at her daughter, her frown slipping back into place, “You’ve seen this movie a hundred times. You know what happens.”

“That’s not the point,” Emily says, her fingers digging into her own arms so she doesn’t start a fight, not wanting to argue with her mother when she’d come into town to celebrate her birthday, albeit a week early.

“I had important work to do,” Elizabeth says, stepping past her daughter, “Everything doesn’t just stop because you come into town.”

Emily clenches her teeth and tries to settle herself down, raising her eyebrow as she looks over at her father. He smiles at her, squeezing her shoulder as he steps past her.

“Don’t mind her pumpkin,” he says, winking at her, “She’ll settle down once the show starts.”

Emily blows out a breath and carries on walking, “Come on, I know a shortcut.”

She leads her parents through an alley that leads to the theatre, hiding a smile as she hears her mother complaining about the smell.

“Ambassador Prentiss?”

Everything slows down when a stranger's voice follows them down the alley, purposeful and familiar, an edge of assurance and curiosity to it.

Her father has barely turned around when the first bullet fires, knocking him off his feet, his eyes glazed over as he hits the ground, the resounding thud quickly followed by her mother’s scream. Emily stands frozen in place, unable to move, unable to make a sound, as she hears another shot, barely flinching this time. She looks at the two men standing a few feet away from her, one of them staring right at her, his eye piercing as she shivers.

She waits for another shot, but it never comes, a commotion drawing the men away as soon as they’d appeared.

“Emily.”

She’s on the floor, her eyes wide as she shifts towards her mother, the same dark eyes she looked at in the mirror every day staring up at her.

“Emily, you’re okay. I’m here.”

“Mom,” she chokes, reaching out, her hands sticky before she even touches her mother’s chest.

“Emily wake up.”

___

She sits bolt upright, gasping as she desperately tries to suck in air, her lungs stuffed full of grief and fear as she struggles to breathe.

“Emily.”

She snaps her head towards him so quickly it hurts her neck, and she jumps, not entirely aware that she isn’t alone until she finds Aaron sitting on the edge of her bed. “Aaron?”

The croak in her voice, the pain laced in his name, makes him ache, and he has to clench his fists not to reach out for her, “It’s me,” he says, smiling in a way he hopes she finds reassuring, “You were having a nightmare I think.”

She nods, wiping a stray tear from her cheek as she laughs bitterly, “Yeah,” she says, clearing her throat, “I was. I didn’t wake you up did I?”

He shakes his head, “I was going to get a drink from the kitchen and I heard you yelling,” he says, hating how she looks embarrassed, like her past and her trauma were things to be ashamed of, “I wanted to make sure you were okay.”

She stares through him, a shuddering breath escaping her as she closes her eyes and sees it all again. Bright red against a satin jacket she knew the cost of, a grim pattern she’d never stop seeing. The glassiness to her father’s eyes, the spark in them that she’d loved but also hated, a cheekiness he never used to stop her mother from berating her, gone forever.

“I was there when it happened,” she says her gaze fixed on the wall behind him. He knows she was, it was part of the brief for this job, and he remembered seeing it in the news at the time, but he simply lets her carry on, lets her open up in a way he assumes she hasn’t in years, “My dad he…he died straight away. I could tell he was gone, he just…was there one second and wasn’t the next,” she swallows thickly and looks down at her hands, her right thumb rubbing firmly at the heel of her left palm, as if she was wiping away blood that wasn’t there, “But my mom…”

She drifts off, the words heavy in her chest as they refuse to come out, stuck somewhere in between her ribs, making each breath painful.

He clenches his hands to stop himself from reaching out for her, his need to comfort her a pull he doesn’t quite understand something that he ignores, well aware he came far too close in the gun range, “Emily, you don’t have to-”

“I want to,” she says, smiling tightly at him as she cuts him off, “I’ve just never told anyone this,” her smile turns sad as she looks back down at her hands, “Even Dave,” she says, her eyes flicking back up to him as he nods in response, “My mom was still alive, the men who cornered us aimed their guns at me and then a group of people entered the street and they ran. I remember trying to stop the bleeding. I had my hands on my mother’s chest. I…I felt it when she stopped breathing,” she looks up at him, tears shining in her eyes, “I felt it when she died.” She shakes her head at herself and wipes away a stray tear that had fallen onto her cheek, “My mother and I were never close, we were never what each other wanted, but part of me always hoped one day we could be. Now that can never happen,” she sighs at the look on his face, the sympathy she can see painted across it, and anger she knows he doesn’t deserve flickers in her chest, “I don’t need you feeling sorry for me.”

Aaron finally reaches out for her, no longer able to hold it back as his hand lands on her shoulder, touching her for the first time since the gun range that morning, and he squeezes tightly, “I don’t feel sorry for you,” he assures her, wondering how someone could be so beautiful even in their grief, “I was just thinking that you must be the bravest person I’ve ever met.”

Her expression softens, and she feels her cheeks go warm, feelings she’s been trying to stuff into a box since she’d first met him cracking through its exterior. She presses her lips together and averts her eyes to break their contact with his.

“Well,” she says, clearing her throat, “I don’t think that says a lot for the agents you used to work with at the FBI.”

He smiles, “I guess not,” he says, “Do you have nightmares a lot?”

She shrugs, shifting so she hugs her legs to her chest, her arms tight around them as she rests her chin on her knee, “Less than I used to. I think the gunshots today triggered it.”

His eyes go wide, and he immediately feels guilty, any assurance he’d given himself that he’d done the right thing gone, “Em, I’m so-”

She reaches out and grabs his hand, wrapping hers tightly around his as she squeezes, “Please don’t apologise for the nicest thing anyone has done for me in years,” she says, smiling softly at him, “Do I strike you as someone who would do something she didn’t want to do?”

He feels some of the tension in his chest ease and he shakes his head, all of his focus on her warm hand around his, how soft her skin is, “I guess not.”

“Exactly,” she says, squeezing his hand again, “I want to learn to look after myself. Sometimes I feel like I’m still stuck in that fucking alley, and I think if I ever want to find my way out I’m going to need to start somewhere.”

“I’d like to help you with that,” he says, his eyes locking with hers when she looks at him, “If you’d like me to.”

She doesn’t think she can tell him that he’s already helping, that she feels more herself than she has in years when he’s around, so she simply nods. She swallows thickly, her breath still shaky, the images of her nightmare still vivid every time she so much as blinks.

“This is going to sound stupid, but can I have a hug?” She asks, hating how her voice shakes. She waits for him to say something, but he doesn’t, he simply shifts toward her, tugging her into his arms as she unfolds her arms from around herself and wraps them around him.

“You never have to ask,” he says, ignoring how good it feels to have her against him like this, how right it feels. He makes sure to keep his hands in a respectable place on her back paying close attention so they don’t drift, “I have it under good authority I give good hugs.”

She huffs out a laugh against his shoulder, breathing in the scent of him - a cologne she doesn’t know the name of and something she knows is distinctly him. It relaxes her, helps the last of the tension seep out of her body, and she pulls back to look at him. He’s close, his nose bumping against hers as she withdraws from his embrace just enough to meet his eyes, and she nods.

“Very good hugs.”

Her breath skips across his face, the taste of her so close to his lips that he feels his heart stutter in his chest. He’s not sure who leans in first, who closes the tiny gap between them, but he sighs as soon as her lips are pressed against his.

She loses herself in him, letting the feel of him pressed against her distract her from everything other than him. She holds him close, her fingers tight in his hair as she deepens the kiss, her tongue pressing into his mouth.

He pulls back, his eyes glazed as he clears his throat, desperately trying to come to his senses, “Em…”

“You called me that earlier,” she says, her eyes fixed on his lower lip as she presses her thumb into it, testing the plushness of it, every part of her itching to taste it again, “No one’s called me that in years.”

“This…this isn’t a good idea,” he says, grasping onto her sides, unable to let her go despite his words, his protest sounding weak even to him.

“Probably not,” she says, shifting closer, pressing her chest against his, looping her arms around his neck, “But that’s never stopped me before.”

He half-growls, his hands tighter on her hips, “Are you sure?”

She smiles, leaning in to stamp her lips against his, “What was it we were just saying about me not being someone who does things she doesn’t want to do?”

He’s silent for a few seconds, moments that feel like they last an eternity to her, want thrumming her skin that he’d ignited with nothing more than a kiss, but then he leans forward his lips against hers as he gathers her against him. She groans, immediately deepening the kiss as she straddles his lap, letting herself get lost in him.

Despite her desperation and the desperation she can feel in his touch, they take it slow. Stripping each other of the clothes they are wearing, his hold on her bruising as he lays her down on the bed, his gaze nothing short of intense as he pulls back to look at her. He takes his time with her, his fingers and lips and tongue tracing her edges, committing them to memory in case this is the only time they do this.

He knows this should be the only time they do, that this in itself was foolish, but as she moans his name, the sound catching in her throat as he licks across her nipple, he knows he doesn’t want to stop. He works his way down her body, planting soft kisses as he goes, smiling into her skin as he reaches her thighs and her hips jerk towards him.

“You’re so beautiful, Em,” he says, kissing her thigh before he pushes them apart, looking up at her from his place between her legs, “So fucking beautiful.”

She feels frozen in place as he takes her apart, his fingers inside her and tongue against her clit working in tandem, pushing her towards the edge so quickly it was almost as if they’d done this before. She barely has to direct him, she merely encourages him, the pitch of her moans and groans enough to let him know that he was doing the right thing.

When she comes, she feels like she’s broken free, finally out of the prison she’d trapped herself in, too afraid to step out of it. Even when her vision goes black, every nerve ending on fire, she knows it’s not just the sex, the best she’d had in a long time by a mile, not just the orgasm that was still tearing through her, but it was him. It was because he cared enough about her to let her be herself again.

She blows out a breath, not wanting to think too much about it, to talk herself out of something she doesn’t want to end. She lifts her head and smiles at him, chuckling as she reaches for him and she tugs at his hair, encouraging him upwards, sighing contentedly as he lays over her.

“Okay,” she says, rolling her hips against his, smirking when he groans and rests his forehead against her collarbone, “An excellent marksman and you’re incredible at foreplay,” she jokes, wrapping her leg around his hips, matching groans leaving them as he notches against her, “Is there anything you can’t do?”

He smirks as he kisses her, the taste of her on his tongue as he swipes it through her mouth, “I suck at baking.”

She laughs and pushes his hair from his forehead, “I’ll teach you. It’s the one skill I have in the kitchen.”

“Deal,” he says, stamping his lips against hers again, “You ready?”

She nods, her nose bumping against his, and he pushes forward, his teeth clenching at the tight heat of her, his groan pressed into her skin as he rests his forehead against her neck. She moans at the delicious stretch of him, the pleasurable sting as he seats himself completely inside of her, and for the first time in years she’s completely unaware of everything other than this exact moment.

“Holy shit,” she grits out, her head falling back against the pillow, “You feel so fucking good.”

“You’re perfect,” he says, kissing her neck, nipping at her skin in a way she knows will leave marks in the morning, a souvenir from something she knows should never have happened, “So fucking perfect.”

It’s slow and gentle, and everything sex had never been for her but had always been for him. He links their hands next to her head and rests his forehead against hers, both of them too breathless to kiss. When she eventually feels her hips start to stutter, her orgasm just out of reach, she doesn’t have to say anything. He reaches between them, unlinking one of his hands from hers, and he gently circles her clit, whispering words of encouragement against her cheek as she comes for a second time, her nails digging into his back.

He starts to lose his rhythm, his hips slightly rougher against hers, losing his control now he’d looked after her, “Where?” He grunts out, and she wraps her still shaking legs tightly around his waist.

“In…in me,” she says, gasping as he does just that, the heat of him inside of her enough to make her sigh happily.

They lay like that for a moment, his head against her collarbone and her limbs wrapped around him, the air cooling in the room before he pulls back to look at her, a tender look in his eyes she doesn’t want to name.

“Is this a good idea?” He asks, pushing hair out of her face, and she smiles, the irony of the repetition of his question from earlier not lost on her as he leaked out of her onto her bed.

“Probably not,” she says, repeating her earlier answer as she makes no attempt to let him go.

“Do you want to forget this ever happened?” He asks, his tone steady and even.

“No,” she replies, her smile soft as he is unable to cover his relief, “No I don’t want to do that.”

He leans down and kisses her, the action strangely more intimate now they’d already had sex, his arms tight around her as he rolls off of her, pulling her into his side, “You want me to stay?”

She rests her head on his shoulder and reaches for his hand, linking her fingers through his, admiring the strength in them, the power he could wield but chose not to. She swallows thickly before she gives him the only answer that seems right, the only one she wants to give.

“Yes. I want you to stay.”

-x-

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saudade; 4 (m)

➜ no one is born to be alone and no one can be complete in oneself - that’s why, in this world, every person has a pair, someone that complements their soul in every aspect. you, however, are an exception to the rule, for the mark on your wrist indicates that your pair has passed away way before you were born.

pairing: vampire!taehyung x (f) reader

genre: angst, smut • soulmate au, supernatural au

warnings: mental health issues (depression, mentions of ptsd and a panic attack). explicit sexual content (soft dom!tae, loss of virginity, fingering, masturbation, oral (f receiving), dry humping, multiple orgasms, biting, unprotected sex, dirty talk). lowkey horror. lots of demonic stuff if it spooks you.

rating: 18+

word count: 21k

A/N: yeah i did it again :D you might be confused but this is ✨not✨ the final part yet :D i hope you guys enjoy reading it as much as i enjoyed writing! as always, feedback is MUCH MUCH appreciated!

➜ Chapters: check out MASTERLIST

“Saudade is a vague and constant desire for something that does not and probably cannot exist, for something other than the present.” – Aubrey Bell

Every action has a consequence.

Is the action worth the consequence?

➳204

“You shouldn’t have done that.”

Taehyung does not look down at his servant and does not slow his pace. His steps echo around the castle - one of his most liked properties and one of the most hidden, a literal castle he bought and rebuilt around fifty years ago. In the middle of a forest, in the middle of a mountain chain, in the middle of some hidden corner of Europe.

At the time, Taehyung just thought that the idea of owning a castle would be funny. He knows that the small cities nearby talk about the existence of this castle and speculate about the people that live in it - rumors about an eccentric millionaire family that are part of a cult. Some people say that this family does not leave the castle and that they hold rituals and sacrifices and orgies. Curious tourists and teenagers tried to sneak closer several times over the decades; most of the time, they stay away due to the castle’s protective charms, but sometimes, when more stubborn humans manage to resist it and get closer, Taehyung has a lot of fun ordering his servants to walk around the forest looking like little girls in white dresses covered in blood. He always hears the screams of horror at the distance. This makes the rumors increase, but also helps keep them away.

Taehyung is not thinking of the castle’s history, of course. He’s thinking of a million things at the same time, not a thought about the castle. All of them somehow related to you.

You you you you you.

He’s angry. He’s sad. He’s guilty. Every time he remembers your crying face and the way light simply disappeared from your eyes as you realized he would leave - guilt crushes him. It weighs tons and tons.

Taehyung is not one to regret things or feel guilty about them; he’s not one to feel anything at this point. He doesn’t even remember how many vampires he hunted and killed over the decades. He understands that many of them were just like him - accepted to be transformed in the heat of the moment, maybe desperate to live one more day, lured by the promises of wealth and power of a heartless Primary… only to be left right after, their thirst for human blood untamable. Taehyung knows that many of those vampires that killed humans were acting on their instinct, not because they aimed to be more powerful.

This didn’t stop Taehyung from murdering them. Their pleas and tears and whimpers of pain never softened Taehyung’s heart. Never made him look back. Their blood and guts over his expensive shoes and black leather gloves didn’t disgust him or haunt him. It didn’t matter that this kind was less of an evil force and more of a desperate irrational animal trying to survive.

Taehyung didn’t care.

So it’s safe to say he’s also surprised at how much he cares that he’s causing this human girl so much pain.

Yet, this same train of thought reinforces for him, once again, how he must stay away from you, and how he shouldn’t let guilt take the best of him. “Taehyung” is a person he barely remembers; over the decades, he fully became Master V, and Master V is an assassin that does not hesitate to kill and is not bothered by the thought of killing.

Only God - if he exists, that is - knows how much he tried to not look at you at the hotel, how much he wanted to walk away and ignore your voice calling him - calling Taehyung, not Master V. He didn’t want to touch you with the same hands that mercilessly ended Adhar’s life only minutes before. If you had any idea of what he did to that man just before hugging you… you’d be disgusted and frightened of him. Taehyung still knows little about you, but what he knows is that you apparently lived a regular life in a regular family up until now. You don’t know the true ugly of this world. Taehyung doesn’t want you to ever face it.

Which… once again, makes him consider that, in his quest for keeping you safe, he might have committed a mistake.

“I did not ask your opinion, Vazzath.” Taehyung says harshly at the demon crawling by his side after many seconds. The servant - an ugly figure similar to a spider, as big as an adult labrador; instead of the torso where spiders usually are, there’s a simple wooden ball the size of a human head with a mischievous smirk carved on it - does not reply immediately, his wit gushed down by the sound of its own name. Taehyung always makes sure to repeat his servants’ names as much as he can. It asserts his dominance over them.

“Why are you so angry at me, My Lord? I only said out loud what you’re already thinking,” Vazzath says with that young male voice Taehyung actually hates, dripping with sarcasm and spite.

Most of his servants are not that brave to even talk to him at all - most of them don’t have actual thoughts of their own, acting like simple minded beasts - but Vazzath is not a simple lower demon. No; this is an upper demon, dangerous not because of its strength, but because it has a very astute mind. Demons that develop too much of a consciousness are the worst kind. They don’t kill or feed on human energy mindlessly. They do things because they want to. Vazzath specifically had been feeding for decades by lurking humans into suicide, whispering into their minds, encouraging them to take the most violent acts - until Taehyung bumped into it and decided it would be a useful asset.

It indeed is. Taehyung lets Vazzath voice its opinions because it is smart. Sometimes it makes good observations.

“You left more of your scent and your presence in the human girl,” Vazzath continues. “More vampires will be lured in… even worse, demons will start being lured in. Lower demons are already lurking… if an upper demon decides to approach, well… will you be able to act in time?”

“Won’t happen.” Taehyung says. He knows Vazzath is trying to make him doubt himself and feel insecure, but Taehyung took every precaution possible. Your campus, the dorms building, even your parents’ house - every place you usually visit is being watched by his best servants. Yes, Taehyung feels that lower demons are getting curious about you; he noticed that ever since your first encounter, your life force shifted in an abnormal way. Your spirit doesn’t vibrate like a normal human’s anymore - a shift probably caused by the string that connects you two thickening. Demons love to feed on strong life forces. More than that - if an upper demon starts considering that maybe this fragile human girl means something to Master V, that maybe they could hurt him by hurting you…

No. It won’t happen. I won’t commit the same mistake twice.

Taehyung tightens his fists. He doesn’t even like to imagine what would’ve happened to you if Adhar succeeded in his attempted kidnapping. It’s all the coven’s fault. That stupid witch swore you’d be safe, yet failed to even recognize a vampire in disguise. How incompetent can witches be? They like to act intimidating, but at the end of the day, they’re not much more than a regular human. They should be grateful that Taehyung does what he does.

He hears a soft chuckle inside his head and looks down at the ugly spider for the first time.

“May I say, this is entertaining. Despite everything, I have some level of respect for you, my Lord… for your intelligence and cold blood. But look at you right now… all worried about some girl. Almost like a human… couldn’t even resist seeing her-”

Taehyung stops walking abruptly and tightens his right fist in the air above the servant. The spider shakes, its wooden parts producing a cracking noise; Vazzath does not utter a groan or whimper, but Taehyung feels the excruciating pain crossing its sealed body.

“Careful with your words, Vazzath. Careful.”

He drops his hand and keeps walking. Vazzath takes some moments to recover.

Taehyung actually hates Vazzath for being so right. Yes, he is acting too human. Too Taehyung. Couldn’t resist the sound of you crying and pleading to see him when he heard your conversation with Uzros. He’s also impressed by that. Didn’t think you’d figure out you were being watched, as most humans do not notice demons’ presence until it’s too late, didn’t think you’d know Uzros name, didn’t think you’d understand that you have some sort of control over his servants - and most importantly - didn’t think you’d be brave enough to try. Taehyung knows little about you, but what he has learned up until now only makes him more curious to know more and more and more.

Fuck. He’s obsessed.

Obsessed by how your body fitted so well on his lap. How it felt right whenever he hugged you. Obsessed by the glow in your eyes and the color of your hair. Obsessed by how you weren’t scared of him - as humans are when he wants them to be - or only interested in his looks - as humans are when he wants them to be. When you looked at him, you actually looked. Taehyung knew that you looked and saw things most people can’t - things he hides very well; things that are not to be exposed.

You see Taehyung. Not Master V. Not any of the random pseudonyms he uses around the world. And suddenly, it’s like he’s a human boy who lost his mother and is in desperate need of affection and care and attention all over again. He wants to be taken care of as much as he wants to take care. He wants to let you run your fingers through his hair and hug him and he wants to cry in front of you - all the tears he held back for centuries.

At the same time - he wants his deepest instincts to take control of him. Your scent is still all over his clothes and your taste is still tingling in his tongue. He felt the heat between your legs as you sat on his lap and the way your fingers were shaking softly and the way your breathing quickened - and this almost sent him over the edge. Taehyung wanted to take you right then and right there. He wanted to run his hands over your body, skin slippery with your own sweat. He wanted to taste every corner of you. He imagined how your moans of pleasure would echo in that big, empty auditorium - your tiny, strangled voice; he wanted to feel how tight you are, your sweet juices dripping over him. He wanted to hear you moaning his name. Not Master V or one of the fake names; you’re the only one that can call him by his actual name. Taehyung. He wanted you like he never wanted anyone else.

You have no idea of how hard it was so get up and walk away.

But Taehyung did it anyway, for survival is still his strongest instinct, even after all those years. The lesson his mother taught him. He did all he did because he wanted to survive - and now, for the first time, he found someone to prioritize beyond anything else… even himself. He wants you to survive too, even if it means to stay away.

Even if it hurts.

Even if it puts him in trouble.

Taehyung senses him before he even opens the door to his office.

Vazzath shrieks at the new presence, and suddenly, all the other servants inside and outside the castle are very quiet.

The Winter Lord casually stands in front of the floor to ceiling windows, his hands behind his back, observing the scenery of the forest under the moonlight out there. He wears a “humble” light gray Zegna suit and a heavy Hublot on his right wrist, dark hair perfectly pushed back, exposing his forehead and flawless features. Taehyung knows he’ll be at a beneficent auction in Monaco tonight to have a meeting with his allies - that’s why he came to this castle, the closest location. The Lord summoned his presence.

He finally looks at Taehyung from over his shoulder, smirking.

“I really like the decoration here. Very dramatic.” He gesticulates with his finger around the room. The gothic theme was purposefully chosen, of course - all the furniture made of the finest wood, the arabesques notched on them, the gargoyle statues, the chandeliers, heavy curtains and the constant presence of wine red and moss green in the curtains and carpets. Taehyung even thought of keeping technology out of the castle for pure aesthetics. Other than lamps and hidden wi-fi routers (he needs to keep in touch with the SJK Company executives, after all), there is not much technology around.

“You did not come to talk about decoration,” Taehyung says after closing the door, tucking his hands in the pockets of his pants.

The Winter Lord shakes his head and his smirk widens. Slowly, he approaches a cabinet in the corner and touches a crystal bottle of whiskey with his fingertips - purely another decoration item.

“Do you miss it? Having the need to eat or drink?”

“No.” Taehyung simply shakes his head. He’s being honest. The Lord chuckles.

“Funny. Quattor and Drie told me that they miss the taste of human food. It’s a good thing about being human… feeding, for them, is also a pleasure, not just a need.” He patters his fingers over the wood. “Humans have such a fleeting, yet joyful experience, right? They feel everything to the fullest.”

Taehyung does not say anything. He doesn’t know where The Lord is trying to get with this.

“I see you met your human.” He tilts his head. “I always wondered if you’d really be strong enough to keep away from her, you know. Deep down, I wanted you to meet her, just to see what would happen. See, Taehyung, you’re such an interesting being to me.” The sound of his voice calling his name makes Taehyung feel a bitter taste on his tongue. The Lord does to him exactly the same thing Taehyung does to his servants… no one else - except you - ever call him by his real name. Dominance. “I’ve always been deeply concerned about everything happening in your life.” He scratches his chin. It’s such a natural movement, just proving how much he’s used to acting like a human. “But your storyline is starting to bother me, kid.”

The Lord approaches at slow, carefree steps. Taehyung doesn’t move, doesn’t change his expression. He still remembers their first encounter when he was only sixteen - The Lord’s presence was so overwhelming that rendered him powerless. Now, Taehyung has enough power to defend himself if he needs to. But he also knows that he’s not strong enough to defeat the most powerful Primary… not yet. The Winter Lord’s power is so strong that he feels it deep within his bones. This creature is different from anything else that has stepped foot on Earth - a sentient being inhabiting a body of what once was a human. He’s different from Taehyung or the other Sentinels. The Lord never had a soul. Because of that, he was able to gather an immeasurable amount of power. Almost unbeatable.

Almost.

“You’re the only Sentinel that never broke the Pact, accidently or not. Your… care for mankind is very amusing to me. Maybe because somehow you knew what would happen in the future?” The Lord wonders. “I appreciate it, you see. You never brought me any trouble and you’ve been a valuable asset.”

Though Taehyung’s expression doesn’t change, he feels the fire building up inside of him. Valuable asset. This is what Taehyung has been since he was ten years old. An asset. A servant. It didn’t change.

Taehyung doesn’t think he can take it anymore.

Calm down, he thinks. Not yet.

He knows The Lord is intensely trying to assess his thoughts and intentions, but Taehyung locked his mind safely. It’s not an easy task. A normal human, unhinged vampire or untrained witch would have their minds shattered if The Lord tried to assess them as strongly as he is doing right now.

The Lord never explained it directly, but since he was the one to transform Taehyung, they’ll always have a connection - a blood string. Taehyung is also forced to sporadically drink The Lord’s blood to keep his thirst in control, and it contributes to keeping the connection alive. The Lord uses it to watch and control the Sentinels. A single thought of betrayal and he’d immediately know. For decades, Taehyung didn’t understand why The Lord seemed to know things about him that no one should know, even things he only thought about. That’s when he started to notice The Lord’s presence within his own mind.

He was always there. Quiet. Watching. A silent, constant threat.

This was, on many levels, much worse than anything Taehyung went through during his human life.

Taehyung is, indeed, currently the most powerful Sentinel, even if he’s the youngest of the five. His increase in power did not happen just due to his natural capabilities and it certainly didn’t happen due to his “loyalty”. Taehyung seeked more power. A Sentinel doesn’t need as many servants as Taehyung has, doesn’t need to become a master of the dark arts. They just need to do what The Winter Lord asks, which most of the time is killing and intimidation.

However, as always, Taehyung is relying on his survival instincts.

He always knew that The Lord could simply discard him if he didn’t want him anymore, even if Taehyung proved over and over again to be strong and, as he said himself, “valuable”. If it got to that point, Taehyung wouldn’t simply let it happen.

His painful human life taught him to be patient. His lonely overextended inhuman life taught him to be angry. He uses both on his advantage.

The Winter Lord is quietly watching. Taehyung is quietly waiting. Silently learning, achieving more knowledge. Taming demon after demon after demon. Making sure his name is known and feared.

The Lord doesn’t like it. Hates that Taehyung learned how to block his mind. Knows that he became dangerously powerful, slowly drifting away from his grip.

Both of them have been waiting until a confrontation finally happens. And the fact that Taehyung met you might be the spark to lighten the fire.

“You made a deal with the coven.” The Lord says. He might sound nonchalant, but Taehyung feels the anger underneath. “The very same coven that has been plotting against me for years and made me lose territory.”

Taehyung’s blank expression doesn’t change.

“I cannot keep direct contact with my pair. Yet, I can’t leave her unprotected. This is my way of respecting the Pact.”

The Lord goes silent.

He steps closer, now standing right in front of Taehyung. The two males glare at each other like two lions measuring each other.

Taehyung feels his servants - in and outside of the castle - getting very, very silent, as if holding their breaths in anticipation and fear.

“Are you respecting the Pact,” The Lord says quietly. Menacingly. “Or plotting against me?”

Taehyung narrows his eyes.

“It’s a witch’s duty to protect mankind before anything else. Protecting my pair is their responsibility, something they can’t refuse. I am just assuring her safety in a smart way.”

The Lord huffs, smirks.

“You indeed are very smart.”

He puts his hand on Taehyung’s shoulder and leans closer, putting his lips close to Taehyung’s ear.

One of the rare moments in which The Lord shows his true nature.

He doesn’t sound like a young man full of charisma anymore. He sounds anything but human. A deep, guttural, horrendous voice that does not match the angelic looks, a voice so imposing and hideous and unnatural that, even though he’s speaking quietly, every animal, every insect, every cricket around the castle go silent at the sound of that voice; it’s like wind itself stops howling for a moment, afraid that the minimal noise will attract this being’s attention.

“I hope you haven’t forgotten your allegiance to me, Taehyung. I hope you haven’t forgotten that it doesn’t matter how powerful you are, my blood is the only thing that prevents you from being the type of vampire you hunt and despise. And I hope you don’t forget that if your pair gets in the way of your servitude… she will face the consequences.” He tilts his head. “You know I have this tendency of getting rid of obstacles.”

The Lord pats his shoulder, sending him a last meaningful gaze - empty, soulless eyes that could break a spirit in two - before opening the door and walking out of the office.

Taehyung just moves again when he feels that The Lord left the property.

The woods are still dead quiet, however. The servants are static, haven’t moved one inch.

Every live creature with a thinking mind and survival instincts can feel the obscure, intense, overwhelming hatred exhaling from the only vampire left in the castle. They can feel it deep within their bodies and spirits like a wave of heat, like burning fire, like electricity frying their systems. Even the most sensitive humans at the city nearby can feel shivers crawling over their skins, although they cannot comprehend what caused it or why they feel the sudden dread.

Master V, the ruthless Fifth Sentinel, has been patient for over two hundred years.

His patience is running thin now.

Survival has always been his prevalent instinct. Now… your safety is also his priority. And if finally breaking the chains that tie him to that creature is the way to keep you safe…

So, be it.

➳20

You wake up in a jump.

A thin layer of sweat covers all of your body, gluing the shirt you wear to your skin. Your fingers shake, your breathing is short and fast, your heart beats at an absurdly fast rate. The pull back to consciousness was so sudden and brusque that you’re left astounded; for a second, you don’t even recognize the familiar surroundings of your dorm room.

You heard a voice.

It’s hard to describe it. A voice that didn’t sound male or female - didn’t sound human. You can’t remember what it said, but in the darkness of your dream, you heard it resonating deep within your bones and spirit; so guttural, so horrendous that, for a moment, it felt as if your mind was going to shatter. You just wanted to get away from it, to hide from it, before that thing - whatever owns that voice - could notice your presence.

It takes a few minutes until your body stops shaking.

Still bewildered because of the scare and the way you woke up so abruptly, you tatter around in search of your phone. You’re forced to narrow your eyes as the cold device in your hand lits up; it’s not even 6AM. The morning sun shyly peeks from the breach on your window.

You groan quietly, staring blankly into the wall. Although you just woke up, your body feels heavy.

Your sleep has been haunted by nightmares for the past few days. Most nights, you forcefully revive the scariest moment of your life - a pale man whose eyes overflowed with nothing but violence and malice rendering you powerless, sinking his teeth on your throat, sucking literal life out of your body. Your mother was right about you having PTSD, after all - except it has nothing to do with a car accident. You’re getting used to waking up with your heart beating fast, panting, frantically looking around your dorm room in search of any possible monster hiding in the shadows, ready to attack you.

To say you’re sleep deprived is an understatement.

You tighten the duvet around your body, bringing your legs as close as possible to your chest - as if you’re trying to sink inside the mattress and disappear.

Taehyung didn’t come to calm you down inside your dream anymore.

He did it that time at your parents’ house. He said you pulled him in that time… you don’t know how you did it, and you’d like to learn to pull him in, but apparently, you can’t do it anymore.

Or maybe…

Maybe he’s just ignoring you.

It’s ridiculous that you already feel the now familiar weight within your chest, the sudden urge to cry, as you remember the things he told you five days ago before he left you alone in that empty auditorium. That beautiful, beautiful man who held you so tenderly, who spoke so softly; just remembering his deep and velvety voice makes goosebumps crawl your skin. The man you so desperately want to know more about… or just have by your side at all.

Your complement - the same man that, five days ago, said that you couldn’t be together.

“For your own safety”, he said. “A Pact forbids me from being with you”, he said. “I am a terrible person”, he said. None of that was able to convince you or heal the wound he left in your heart. You don’t doubt his words, however - you know he was saying the truth, though you can’t explain exactly how you’re so sure -; you just got introduced to this new world of monsters, demons and witches, and the knowledge that these beings mask themselves within what is considered normal still scares you. You’re aware that you know too little of all this to doubt him.

Yet, repeating his reasons over and over in your head does little to lessen your suffering. How can you not suffer with all this? How can you not cry yourself to sleep when you know you’re doomed to a life of loneliness - all because of some Pact, the choices someone else made for you when you weren’t even aware this existed?

The emotional turmoil you’ve been through for the last two months or so is finally beginning to affect you physically. As if not being able to sleep much more than a few hours per night isn’t enough, your appetite is almost nonexistent; the dark circles around your eyes, the obvious - and worrisome - weight loss makes you look sick all the time. Chaeyoung is doing her best efforts to cheer you up and even willing to spend more time with you than with Lisa, yet, whenever you come back to your dorm after a day full of classes you didn’t pay attention to, all you do is lay on bed and stare at the ceiling blankly.

Maybe Taehyung is right.

Maybe never even knowing he exists would’ve been better.

You were never really happy in your lifetime, but you were fine, at least. No, “fine” is not the right word… you were resigned. You accepted your condition, there was nothing you could do about it; daydreaming about a different reality was worthless and only made you worse. After you found out about Taehyung, though, you’ve been miserable. Somehow, thinking your pair was dead - an immutable fact - was much easier to accept than knowing that he is alive somewhere and refuses to be with you.

You shiver under the duvet, closing your eyes tightly. You wish you could put this blame - this anger - into someone. Someone to hate for making your life and Taehyung’s so hard. Sadly, there’s no one to blame… so, once again, you quietly and childishly curse the Universe for dooming you like this, unable to fall asleep again, until it’s time to get up for another colorless day.

“Yes, you are right, Hanna,” Mr. Park says, nodding at his student. “There is a social construct behind this issue.”

You sink on the chair even more, your eyebrows unconsciously knitting into a frown. Of course, no one in the classroom is paying attention to you, all eyes focused on the very eloquent professor, but it feels as if this class was made especially for you. Like some type of sick joke.

I didn’t need this today.

“Emotional dependence is when an individual allows others to affect their feelings and emotions and becomes dependent on them to feel happy. This negatively impacts self-esteem, since its formation depends on third parties.” Mr. Park continues. “But, just like you said, this has always been extremely accepted and romanticized within society, when the dependency is over a person’s pair.”

Oh fuck.

You roll your eyes, not even understanding why you’re annoyed. The sound of your classmates typing this definition on their laptops around you gives you a headache.

I really, really didn’t need this today.

“That’s why this type of emotional dependency is much harder to diagnose, and much harder for a patient to accept. How can someone understand that they’re literally “lovesick” when everywhere we look - media, marketing… movies, books, songs… tell you over and over again that you’re supposed to feel this way? That you’re supposed to love someone so much that it becomes self-penance?”

You tap your feet impatiently, feeling very tempted to leave the classroom. It’s almost like he knows.

One of your classmates raises his hand, and Mr. Park nods his head, encouraging the student to speak up. “But isn’t it scientifically proven that the relationship between you and your pair will be stronger? Get more intense reactions from you?”

“You are also right. When we meet our pairs, our brain chemicals literally modify. So, if you haven’t met your pair yet, don’t get embarrassed if you start acting silly out of sudden when you meet them. It’s just your brain getting used to the sudden burst of dopamine.” He earns the whole classroom a light chuckle - except from you, of course. “You just said exactly where I was trying to get. It is true that the relationship between pairs will always feel much more intense than any other. So, how do we know that this intensity crossed the line of what’s healthy and what’s harmful? How do we see that our patient is caring too much about their pair’s opinions and feelings, until it starts to affect their self-esteem in a negative way?”

Bullseye, Mr. Park.

No, a stubborn part of your brain complains, I can’t be emotionally dependent. My case is totally different than anything Mr. Park will ever understand. I have all the reasons to feel the way I feel.

Right?

You cross your arms, sinking even more on the chair, feeling offended on a personal level. You haven’t even begun taking notes yet - which you should, but you can’t bring yourself to take action. You just stare at the shiny keychain hanging from the backpack of the person sitting in front of you. It’s a small heart, filled with blue and purple glitter. Your eyes are not focused enough, though, nor are your ears paying attention to the professor’s voice anymore, barely a noise in the back of your head.

Before you woke up from your nightmare, you slept, what… three hours? Probably less.

It’s starting to weigh on you right now.

You blink several times, trying to push the sleep away. Unsuccessfully. Mr. Park’s melodious and deep voice sounds like a soft lullaby to your ears now… your eyelids feel heavy, almost impossible to keep them open.

Maybe if you just close your eyes for a moment, they will burn less. Just for a quick moment. Of course you won’t sleep during class-

•

At first, it’s just darkness.

Endless. Peaceful.

You can hear a faint, familiar male voice in the back of your consciousness… Professor Park?

It gets quieter and quieter, as if you’re being pulled away. It is not aggressive, however; feels like being gently carried by the calm flow of a river. Refreshing. Almost like an enchantment; a good smell, luring you in; inviting you to come over, to take a peek.

You just let the flow carry you.

Then, you’re hearing voices again.

Indistinct and muffled, as if you’re underwater. A male voice you do not recognize, speaking in a language you do not understand.

This picks your interest at the same rate your consciousness takes form.

You’re… you’re actually somewhere.

Space around you starts to solidify itself; you can’t see more than a few meters away, for the vision gets blurrier and blurrier. You can only see the things close to you with some sort of clarity.

It’s a meeting room.

A long table in U format; all of the seats are taken by people in suits. Indistinct faces paying attention to… oh, there’s a man standing in front of them. It’s the owner of the voice you heard before. Judging by his professional tone and the way he gesticulates, he’s making a presentation. He’s even more indistinct than all the others because you’re standing the farthest from him.

Not exactly standing, actually. More like… floating. You notice with awkwardness that you cannot feel your body - as if you don’t have one. Although you feel weightless, it’s tremendously hard to move; you're stuck in place. You’d like to explore more of this room, but your limited vision only lets you perceive this table, the people around it, and…

You look at your left side, to a woman in an elegant suit, as she takes notes on her iPad in a foreign language.

You do recognize something she wrote, though, at the top of the screen.

SJK Construction & Engineering.

This pulls your neutral, accepting state to a fully lucid one.

What exactly are you doing here?

Is this a dream? It must be… but it doesn’t really feel like one.

A swift motion on the far corner of your vision gets your attention. With much effort, you manage to turn around to take a look at it.

It’s the person sitting at the central point of the U table. This meeting’s host.

If you had a body to react, your breathing would’ve been caught in your lungs. You would’ve let a surprised gasp; you would’ve widened your eyes with the vision.

It’s Taehyung.

Differently from anything else in this room, you can see him in glorious detail. Taehyung wears gray - a striped suit, silver tie, and vest in a darker shade of gray. You don’t understand much of this matter, but it looks like it’s a tailored suit, made especially to fit his body only. The way he sits exudes the usual elegance you’ve seen before, though right now, he looks more poised and contained, expressionless. His eyes are fixated on the man doing the presentation. You watch in awe as he takes quick notes on the iPad in front of him, a heavy Cartier watch on his wrist.

You’re floating directly by his side.

And all you can do is just… watch him.

He doesn’t utter a word. Doesn’t show any change in expression. He somehow looks… different from the person you met. Stern, intimidating - the type of person you wouldn’t want to bother. The striking gaze is there, only much colder. Light-years distant from the warm, caring, yet flustering way he looked at you.

You miss him so, so much.

If you had a body, you’d run your fingers through his soft dark brown locks. You’d hide your face in the safety of his neck. You’d lock your arms around his body and you wouldn’t want to let go.

If you had a voice, you’d call his name.

You want to.

You make immense effort to speak, to force any sound to come out of you. But you do not have a body. You just want to get closer to him, to call his attention.

Look at me, you beg; you would’ve voiced it if you could. Please, look at me. I am right here.

For the first time, Taehyung’s seems distracted from the presentation.

He looks down at the table, eyebrows knitting softly in a subtle expression of confusion.

I am right here. I am right here. I am right here.

He turns his head in your direction slowly.

And sees you.

You can’t fathom what exactly he is seeing, for you are nothing but a floating consciousness; but you know he is in fact seeing you. His eyes widen in utter surprise and confusion, his lips part slightly.

For the briefest moment, it looks like he’s about to say your name-

Then everything is gone.

•

There’s no more heart-shaped keychain in front of you anymore.

You look around, confused for a second, before realizing that your classmates are slowly making their way towards the exit, packing their things and talking.

You blink several times, adjusting yourself on the chair - apparently, you were about to fall off; your neck aches due to the painful position you were in. You check your phone, realizing with embarrassment that you slept during the ten final minutes of the class.

Your fast heartbeat thunders on your ears. There’s a tingling sensation on the tips of your fingers.

What the hell was that dream?

Was it just a dream? Just your lonely and depressed imagination craving to see Taehyung one more time?

Or…

Or were you really there?

You get up and put the backpack over one shoulder; the fast movement makes your head spin for a moment, either because you only had a cup of milk this morning or your sluggish, sleep deprived brain. The hallways are full of students chatting loudly, yet you can’t pay attention to anything.

The idea forming in your head would’ve made you laugh two or three months ago. And to think you were such a skeptical person.

Taehyung’s voice echos loud and clear.

Normal humans feel this connection… the string… to some extent, but with us it’s a little bit different… stronger, I’d say.

I felt your distress and you pulled me in.

In your short sleep, you felt gently pulled in.

Is it possible that-?

“Y/N!”

You literally jump when Chaeyoung appears out of nowhere, draping her arm around yours.

“Did I scare you? I’m sorry,” she says, smiling widely. It’s kind of amazing how she manages to look astonishing even without makeup and with that simple high bun. You just nod and gulp, feeling your heart racing, and start walking again with Chaeyoung quite literally putting all the weight of her body on you.

“I’m feeling kinda off today,” you admit quietly. Chaeyoung’s smile diminishes a bit as she eyes you with worry, a soft knit between her eyebrows. “Don’t look at me like that.”

She lowers her head and stares at her own sneakers for a bit. “I… don’t want to push you or anything,” she starts in a low voice so only you can hear. “But I see there’s something happening with you… something bad… that you won’t tell me about. You can open up to me if you want to, Y/N. You know you can.”

For a moment, you feel your heart melting. Your gaze softens and a small smile appears on your lips.

“What did I do to deserve you, Chae?” You say tenderly. She smiles again, making you rest your head on her shoulder.

“You must’ve been a saint in your past life,” she jokes, wiggling her eyebrows, and earning a light giggle from you.

Chaeyoung has no idea how bad you want to share your burdens with her. It’d be so much easier to handle all of this if you at least had someone to talk to. But you understand that telling her anything would just lead you to a psych ward - or worse; both Sumin and Taehyung said that this hidden world is hidden for a reason. Maybe, exposing Chaeyoung to any information would put her in danger.

“I… don’t wanna talk about it. Not right now.” Or ever. “But thank you, Chae. It… means a lot to me.”

Chaeyoung lands a kiss on the top of your head.

“It’s alright. No pressure.” A few seconds of silence pass by. “Where do you want to eat?”

You lift your head from her shoulder and frown. “I’m not that hungry.”

“You will eat.” She says in a stern tone. “Even if I have to force food down your throat. C’mon, let’s go to that pasta restaurant you like. It’s on me today.”

Pasta does sound nice, actually.

But your short boost of excitement dies as soon as it comes - because, when you step out of the building, you see it.

Your brain doesn't understand what you’re looking at at first.

In front of the building, there’s a great square, usually packed with students at this hour; today is no different. Dozens of students walking around in small groups, some sitting on the grass or benches despite the cool weather, a lot of them gathering at the local cafe. It’s a place full of sounds and colors and life.

Except…

The far corner at your right side.

There’s something there.

You do not have exact words to describe it. Looks like a shadow, a pitch black smoke. Your stomach drops and you shiver when you realize that it’s not just a smoke; it has a form. Standing tall over everyone else, the thing has a humanoid shape, crawling around like an animal. Its arms are awkwardly long, its “head” has no facial features - only two shiny red dots that seem to be its eyes. It emits darkness and cold as it wanders around.

People don’t seem to notice its presence; they walk past it, unbothered, but you notice that where it stops, they seem to avoid - as if they can feel that there’s something strange there.

Horror fills your system.

The thing looks around frantically. When a human gets too close, it stands up to sniff them - and emits a sound similar to that of a hurt animal… it sounds too much like a frustrated grunt. The thing stumbles around, moving at an unnerving speed, sniffing humans back and forth.

Your feet are planted on the floor.

“What?” Chaeyoung asks in confusion when you stop walking.

She can’t see it. No one else can.

That thing is searching for someone.

You observe, terrified, as it starts to stumble in your direction.

It’s searching for you.

You let go of Chaeyoung’s arm.

“I- I gotta use the bathroom.” You say, not giving her time to question you, before turning around and entering the building again.

It’s hard to walk past the crowd. Your heart races as adrenaline spreads throughout your system, putting you in a state of total alert. Some people look at you with awkwardness, for you can’t walk at a normal pace; you’re almost running at this point. You don’t even know where you’re going anymore, you just want to distance yourself from that thing.

Finally, you find a restroom and enter it, closing the door right behind you - not that it’ll be of much use, since you can’t lock it. You walk on your back slowly, panting; all the stalls are empty, meaning you’re actually alone.

Your back hits the wall.

You stare at the door with widened eyes, shaking fingers, uneasy breathing, weak legs.

There are only muffled voices out there.

It starts getting colder. Darker.

It’s out there. It’s out there. It’s out there.

You have nowhere to run to. Getting here was a dumb idea.

What if it enters the restroom? What will you do?

Panic finally takes control.

“Uzros!” You call in a shaky voice.

The lights flash briefly.

Then - it’s right there, standing on the sink; the hideous wooden doll you fear almost as much as the thing out there. You avoid even remembering that it apparently follows you everywhere; the single thought is enough to make you shiver, yet you’re desperate right now. You notice that, strangely, it doesn’t have a reflection on the mirror behind it.

“Y-Yes, M-Mistress-s-s?” its voice rings in your head.

You weakly point towards the door.

“W-What is that?” You ask in a breathy voice.

Uzros turns its head slowly towards the door. Shit, you hate the noise it makes every time it moves.

“Oh! D-Do you s-see them now?” You just nod. “It’s a d-d-demon.”

You almost choke. “A demon?”

“Y-Yes. It’s s-s-s-searching for y-you.”

Your legs get even weaker with the confirmation; your heart seems about to implode within your chest. “And you’re not gonna do anything about it?!”

Uzros looks at you again.

“Do not-t worry, M-M-Mistress-s. It cannot p-p-perceive you.” You frown.

“What?”

The marionette sits on the sink in such a natural movement that your stomach twirls. It’s weird to see that thing acting so human. Its voice doesn’t sound worried in the slightest.

“T-There’s an invisibility ch-charm on y-you,” Uzros explains. “C-C-Creatures like t-that can f-f-feel your lif-fe force, b-but they cannot s-s-see you or know exactly where y-y-you are.”

You gulp, tightening your hands in fists. “Why is it searching for me?”

Uzros tilts its head. “Y-Your life f-force has b-been shifting ever s-s-since your firs-s-st encounter with M-Master V,” it calmly explains. “And d-d-demons feed on s-s-strong life f-f-forces. T-That’s one of the reasons-s-s M-Master V has to k-keep his dis-s-stance; t-the more your spirit shifts, more attractive it will be to d-d-demons like that.”

You stare back at the door again and sigh, trying to breathe normally again. Shit. This felt like a borderline panic attack. You don’t want anyone to see you in this state.

“Uzros, c-can you keep everyone away from this restroom for a while?” You ask quietly.

Immediately, you hear the sound of the door locking, even though the doll didn't move an inch.

“Of c-c-course.” Uzros says happily.

You rest your head against the wall, closing your eyes for a moment, and hug yourself. This is all too overwhelming.

“More of those things have been following me?” You ask quietly.

“Y-Yes. Many.” It doesn’t even hesitate. “Y-Y-Your s-s-spirit vibrates-s-s in a different f-frequency than anyone els-s-se; even I f-fail to understand why it is-s-s. It’s alluring to d-demons.”

“But this is the first time I see one.”

“Y-You mus-s-st have opened your third eye.” You look at him again.

“My what?”

“T-The s-s-s-spiritual eye,” Uzros elaborates. “Y-You d-do not h-have witch blood, so it mus-s-st be due to your s-s-string with M-Master V.”

“Witch blood?” You repeat in disbelief before shaking your head. “You know what? Don’t tell me, I don’t want to know.”

You rest your hands on your knees and close your eyes again, slowly feeling your heartbeat fall at a regular pace. A few minutes pass by in utter silence, as you wait until your body recovers from the trauma. This restroom is usually busy at this hour, but no one even tries to open the door.

You sigh again, straightening your back, eyes blankly staring at the ceiling.

“How can I be sure that these things won’t get me?” You ask after a while.

“M-Master V s-s-sent the best of t-the best to protect y-you. Wherever you g-go, y-you will not b-be p-p-perceived b-by unwanted eyes-s. T-There’s nothing to worry about.”

So… Taehyung keeps those creatures around you, yet he won’t meet you in person. At least he’s caring in his own way. For the first time, you don’t feel fear when you look at Uzros; that ugly marionette is your little connection with Taehyung, a sign that you’re not imagining anything.

“Unlock the door,” you say. “You can get invisible now.”

You hear the door lock once again and walk at firm steps towards it, not bothering to look back at Uzros.

You used to hate your part time job as a waitress. Now, you kind of miss it. If you hadn’t quit, at least you’d have something to fill your mind with - and not the stupid research you’re doing now.

You finally reached the hell pit of Reddit after visiting hundreds of pages online. None of them gave you the answers you needed, so you gave up and decided to click on the infamous website where you can’t trust anyone’s words. Half of your brain is frantically scrolling down the Astral Projection subreddit, reading testimonial after testimonial - some believable, some pure bullshit -, while the other half of your brain can’t stop saying how stupid this is (can’t let go of being skeptical that easily).

From the information you’ve collected, the short dream you had during class was, indeed, astral projection. As hours pass by, it gets harder to remember it in detail, but the way you felt was much different than a simple lucid dream… especially that moment when Taehyung seemed to notice your presence. Most importantly, it was different from your recurring nightmares.

You’ve never had an out-of-body experience like that before - but you’re experiencing many things you weren’t aware of for the past few days. Uzros even said that your “life force” is changing, whatever that means, due to your connection with Taehyung.

Does it mean that this connection still remains even during your sleep?

Taehyung mentioned that you pulled him in during that nightmare… did Taehyung unconsciously pull you in this time?

You huff, eyes burning after staring at the laptop screen for so long, and finally close it. The inside of the cafe is less busy than when you got here. It’s your favorite cafe, since it’s some blocks away from the campus - which means the possibility of meeting loud students here is way smaller. Bossa nova plays on a comfortable volume, and the delicious smell of chocolate and cookies fill the air.

You chew one more piece of donut laying over the table - and it tastes like iron. Food just has not been sitting well anymore, no matter how much you try. You couldn’t even finish your lunch with Chaeyoung today.

Shoving your hands inside the pockets of your coat, you stare at nothing in particular, feeling that familiar sorrow settle in your chest. This is so tiring. You have no energy to do pretty much anything - and you, in fact, were supposed to be searching for a proper apartment, thanks to the “compensation” that was deposited on your bank account a few days ago (you had to sit down when you saw the notification on your phone. Never had that much money in your lifetime). You don’t remember giving your bank info to the demon lady at the SJK building, so you’re not sure how they managed to make the deposit - but considering everything that has happened recently, this is the least of your worries.

Besides, having $40,000 when you’re essentially broke is not something to complain about. This money will hold you pretty well without a shitty side job, and will help you get a new apartment; you’re tired of living at the campus dorm. You were lucky enough to not have to share it with a roommate, but it’s such a small space… not to mention that people keep stealing your milk from the shared fridge, every time you use the laundry some of your socks disappear, you’re tired of that weird girl down the corridor that knocks on your door early in the morning to try to sell her scented candles, and some nights the noises are unbearable. You need to have your own place.

Usually, you’d be super excited about this. You know you’re not acting like yourself. God. You really miss Dr. Jung in moments like this.

You just realize that you’re almost sleeping on the chair again when, suddenly, someone sits on the empty table in front of you.

You frown, confused and surprised - there are so many empty tables! - but then your eyes focus on who it is and your face immediately distorts in a scowl.

“Hi.” Sumin - the witch - says with a lip tightened smile. She looks much more hesitant and careful than last time you saw her - most probably because of the death stare you send her.

“What do you want?” You simply cannot hide your distaste.

Sumin blinks, knitting her eyebrows, clearly taken aback. “Hey, no need to talk to me like that. I just came to see how you are.”

You chuckle sarcastically and tilt your head. “I’m great. Not because of you, obviously.”

The brunette woman gulps and avoids her gaze, having the decency to at least look embarrassed. “Okay. You have all the rights to be upset at me.” You wait for an apology for almost letting you die, but this woman’s ego seems too big to fit her body. “So, I’ll make this conversation short.” She rests her crossed arms over the table, leaning in your direction. “You keep doing exactly what I told you not to. You’ve been in contact with a demon servant again, isn’t it?”

Her tone and words make you feel genuinely outraged.

“First of all, how do you even know that?”

“I can feel that your aura has been dirtied by an unholy being.” She explains. “It only happens when someone gets in contact with a demon.” For a moment, her gaze softens. “Y/N, I know that you must be feeling lost in the midst of everything. But demons - even tamed demons - are dangerous to normal humans like you. Even though they won’t harm you intentionally, their presence is enough to disturb the human mind and spirit. You shouldn’t seek them for answers.”

“And who should I seek? You? The person that assured me that I was safe, only to put me in the hands of a lunatic that almost kidnapped me one minute later?” Right in the open wound. It seems that anger just builds up further the more you speak. “Say whatever you want about those things, they’ve been much more helpful than your people. At least they tell me what’s going on.”

Sumin is definitely taken aback. She pauses for a moment, surprised by your sudden burst. “I already said… there are many things that are supposed to stay hidden.”

“Hide what? For fuck’s sake, I’ve seen it, Sumin! I’ve lived it and almost died because of it!” You look around for a moment, realizing that you’re starting to call unwanted attention, and lean closer to her, lowering your tone again. “I keep seeing things and having nightmares every damn time I close my eyes. You can’t expect me to just try to have a normal life after all this, and you can’t expect me to not search for answers if you refuse to do so for whatever reason.”

Sumin goes silent for a few moments, watching you with attention.

"You opened the third eye." She remarks, more to herself than to you.

You huff and lean back on the chair. "So you're just gonna ignore everything I just said like that?"

The brunette woman narrows her eyes - and suddenly, you know that she's not just looking at you; she's looking through you. You tighten your fists, feeling increasingly uncomfortable and exposed.

"Stop that." You say firmly - though you don't even know exactly what she's doing.

Sumin blinks and straightens her back slowly.

"Y/N." The way she says your name - quiet and much more serious than before - makes you shiver. The entire atmosphere around you shifts. "I made a deal with V to keep you protected. He is a vampire and I am a witch - we are natural enemies. I accepted this because a witch must never deny protection to a human. I still don't fully understand V's interest in you and I do not trust a being like him." You notice that she didn't add "Master", just further proving her dislikeness for Taehyung. He told you that he has many enemies… “But I must warn you. Although you’re under my protection… the more you know, the more dangerous it’ll be.”

“I didn’t ask for any of this!” You’re quick to defend yourself. “I didn’t open this third eye you just talked about on purpose!”

“I know. Many things are beyond your control. Yet, the more you seek, the more you’ll know.” The gaze she sends you… does she know Taehyung visited you in person? It makes you even more uncomfortable. “It’s true that I failed to protect you, and for that I apologize. But my job is not only to protect you physically. Our world has laws and rules and authorities. It’s easy to defend you if you’re just a clueless normal human. Yet, the more you know… the more you drift away from your simple human nature… the harder it will be for these authorities to see you as innocent. And if it happens, Y/N,” she leans closer, as if to reinforce her final words; “you’ll be judged and punished by our rules as one of us. Did I make myself clear?”

You do not reply.

All you can do is stare at her, a mix of confusion, fear and worry forming inside of you.

It is the answer Sumin needed. Without saying anything else, she gets up and leaves - leaving you alone with your half eaten donuts and your troubling mind.

You become lucid in a snap.

The moment your mind takes consciousness of the current situation, you start looking around frantically. You’ve been stuck in place for a while - just passively letting yourself be carried by the familiar flow until your surroundings gained form; not questioning anything happening around you, as it happens when one’s dream is not under their control.

You are in control now, however.

You realize with excitement that, now, you can move around - although it is still not an easy task. Your sight is still extremely limited; it is as if things just start existing on the small radius of a few meters around you. Beyond that, there’s just blurry nothingness.

Your eyes scan the place with curiosity.

It is clearly an office. The Victorian decoration of the room makes you amused; it’s like you were pulled straight into the past - and you just realize that this is not in fact what’s happening when you see the lamps on the chandelier hanging from the ceiling. The walls are painted in a dark shade of green and beautifully patterned carpet covers the entire floor. Although it’s obvious that the sun still shines out there, the large windows are covered by curtains. The wall on the far corner is completely taken by shelves and hundreds of books. You approach it for further inspection; some of these books are new, but some look ancient. You realize with surprise that the books are organized by language. The subject of the books range from economic books to History books, from biographies of famous artists to architecture themed ones. You can’t find a single fiction book, however.

There is also a fireplace; a great painting hangs above it. It’s the portrait of a beautiful young woman, whose appearance is oddly familiar to you. Her long and dark brown hair frames her elegant features; she wears a simple bright yellow dress. She has a calm and warm expression. The artist that painted this portrait must surely be very skilled.

Then, something even more amusing catches your attention.

There are three portraits placed over the fireplace - the only portraits. You come closer to it, trying to see better.

Two photographs and one painting. The first portrait is of an old man, probably around his eighties if not more, sitting on a chair in elegant clothing; he is surrounded by five people, three men and two women; his adult children, by the looks of it. The photo is very old, a classic family portrait from the XVIII century; it is grainy, black and white.

The second photo is also a classic family portrait, seemingly from the same period. A beautiful woman with long black hair and fine clothes sits in the center holding a baby in her arms; a boy around 8 years old stands by her right side, while another boy that looks 5 years old stands by her left. Behind her, there is a tall, handsome man - definitely her husband.

The third portrait is a painting - one you’re very familiar with. It is bigger than the other two, yet framed in simple dark wood, not the fancy golden frames the other two photos have. You have a print of this painting glued to your wall.

A portrait of Taehyung.

In this moment, you hear a noise behind you.

You turn around to focus on Taehyung.

He stands in front of the vintage writing desk. There are open folders and papers all over, as well as a computer. Slowly, you get closer to him, as if hypnotized by the man. You watch as he types something quick on the keyboard; then takes a pen and writes something on a piece of paper. Briefly, you notice that one of the closed folders has SJK Company’s logo printed on it. He’s focused on his task, whatever it is - eyebrows knitted, sharp jawline clenched in a serious expression. Taehyung wears a white dress shirt with the sleeves rolled up his elbows and the same silver tie as earlier.

He’s mesmerizing.

You could honestly watch him work forever. Every little thing about him astonishes you; his long fingers, the veins on his arms, the sharpness of his jawline, the way he briefly pushes his hair back, exposing his forehead. The way he holds the pen elegantly and scribbles. You notice, yet again, the thin scars on the palms of his hands. His beautifully sun kissed skin.

You wish to touch him. All you want to do is touch the skin of his face with your fingertips, feel its softness. But you’re not here physically. You don’t even know where “here” is.

Watching him in silence will have to suffice for now.

Taehyung’s phone resting on the desk rings. He is about to reach over to take it… but stops mid action.

He narrows his eyes and turns his head, as if he heard something from far. Then, he closes them - focusing, for so long that the phone stops ringing.

When Taehyung opens his eyes again, his expression has softened.

He rests his arms over the writing desk and lowers his head, sighing. You’re confused. What’s happening?

You intently watch as Taehyung sits on the leather chair behind him, throwing all the weight of his body on it. He throws his head back, exposing his neck and glorious jawline; his Adam's apple bobs as he gulps, he loosens his tie. Taehyung stays like this for some moments, eyes closed. It looks like he’s resting.

Until he speaks.

“I can sense you here, love.”

His voice is quiet and gentle.

It makes you melt immediately.

There is no one else in the room. Is he… is he talking to you?

You want to reply, but it’s impossible to make any sound come out of you.

“It’s so… warm.” He opens a small smile that would’ve made you breathless if you had lungs to breath. Taehyung licks his lips and stares at the ceiling.

However, as usual, you notice the constant sadness settle in his expression.

“I’m sorry.” His voice is even quieter now. The smile has disappeared. “I will let you sleep in peace, love.”

He’s doing it again.

He’s pushing you away.

The pull back is not violent or aggressive - but suddenly, you feel sucked away from him; the scenery around you warps and dissipates as you fall back into darkness.

The last thing you see before waking up is the sorrow in his beautiful dark eyes.

You wake up with Chaeyoung tapping your shoulder softly. She has a wide smile on her lips, hair pulled up, a green face mask and her familiar pink pajamas.

“Come on, sleepyhead. I ordered us croissants,” she says.

It takes a while until you remember where you are - Chaeyoung’s new apartment, which she moved in past week. Her new job was enough for her to move out of the campus dorms. There are still cardboard boxes in the corners of the bedroom, but besides that, she’s got almost everything in place. Chaeyoung invited you for the usual movie night you guys haven’t been making for a while. You agreed to come because you thought that, maybe, she would be a great distraction from the conversation you had earlier with Sumin - and because you thought that maybe sleeping away from your place would make the nightmares stop.

You were kind of right, apparently. No nightmares to wake you up gasping in the middle of the night.

The dream you just had, however, was much worse than those nightmares in a certain way.

Chaeyoung is still chirping around the room - something about being happy that it’s friday, and wanting to go shopping for clothes with you - but you cannot focus as you sit on her bed, eyes burning, hair a complete mess. Chaeyoung just realizes that something’s wrong when you don’t reply to any of her words.

The smile immediately fades from her lips, being replaced by a worried expression, as she notices the quiet tears dripping down your cheeks.

“Y/N, what’s wrong?” She rushes to your side in a second, putting her arm over your shoulders.

You shake your head, unable to speak.

Chaeyoung doesn’t try to make you speak, however. She just pulls you closer, making you rest your face in the crook of her neck, while she pats your back softly.

You shouldn’t have anything to cry about.

You have loving parents. You have the greatest friend anyone could ask for - someone that understands you and doesn’t judge you. You have good grades; apparently a great career waits for you in the future.

But all of those things that should bring you comfort feels like nothing compared to the hole that just opened in your chest.

Because he pushed you away.

And yes, he told you his reasons. He might even be right - his young appearance shouldn’t fool you; that is a man that lived too much, that knows too much. A “vampire”, as Sumin called him. Hell, maybe you should be suspicious of him, maybe you shouldn’t be so blindly in love… maybe Professor Park is right, you are emotionally dependent on this man you don’t even know that well.

But you can’t bring yourself to be rational. This isn’t a matter you think about using logic.

All you can do is feel hopeless and lonely and empty because Taehyung pushed you away - and you weren’t even there physically.

You lean away from Chaeyoung slightly, sniffing and wiping your hands over your face. She still keeps you close and pushes some strands of hair back.

“I don’t even know what’s happening to me anymore.” You confess in a weak voice. “Will I ever be really happy, Chae? I-I don’t know how much more I can take.”

Chaeyoung’s eyes fill with tears at your words.

She pulls you in again, hugging your body tighter this time, until your tears finally dry out.

You don’t fail to notice that Chaeyoung didn’t reply - because she, too, doesn’t have an answer to your question.

Neither of you know if you’ll ever find real happiness in your lifetime.

“Are you sure you don’t want to come with us, Y/N?” Chaeyoung asks with the same worry in her eyes that didn’t disappear the whole time you spent with her. “There won’t be that many people. It’ll be fun, I promise.”

You shake your head, standing in front of the dorm building. The night is so chilly that you feel your cheeks burn every time the breeze touches your skin; small clouds of steam form in front of your faces every time you speak. “I’m not in the mood for drinking tonight.” Chaeyoung tilts her head, eyebrows lifted in concern. “Don’t look at me like that, Chae. I’m fine. Way better now, thanks to you.”

This makes her smile a little. As promised, after classes, Chaeyoung dragged you to the mall to buy some new clothes - and she tried her best to cheer you up, drifting your attention to the silly things she knows you both like, instead of letting you think too much. She’s right in being worried - alone, no one will be able to make you think less than you should. But you’re tired, and having to engage in more social activities is draining just to think about. Besides, with the way you’re feeling, you’ll just bring everyone’s mood down.

“Okay, then… I have to go.” Chaeyoung says hesitantly.

“‘Kay. Text me when you get there.” You say.

Chaeyoung pulls you into another hug, spreading warmth and comfort through your body. “I love you. You know that, right?”

You giggle quietly. “Love you, too.”

Finally, Chaeyoung lets you go, waving a goodbye before walking down the street. You keep watching until she disappears on the corner.

For some moments, you still stand there, alone on the sidewalk, looking at the sky. It’s so cold, yet there’s not a cloud in sight; only beautiful darkness, the full moon reigning absolute, adorned by the stars around her. It somehow brings you peace.

That is - until you look down again and notice the thing standing close to the entrance of the building. You gasp, startled, and the bag you're holding almost falls.

It's a white wooden doll. It's just standing there. Its head is way bigger than the tiny body, its arms are glued to the torso; the head has two big holes as eyes, and a smaller hole representing the mouth. You approach it with careful steps. The thing tilts its head from side to side, and every time it tilts, it emits a ticking noise.

You could've thought it's just a regular doll, some project from the art major weirdos, but the eerie aura exhaling from it tells you everything you need to know: it's a servant.

You feel tempted to talk to it, see if it's as intelligent as Uzros, but then you notice voices and steps behind you.

You quietly watch as two girls get closer. They don't seem to notice you and, as expected, don't see the white doll. The thing starts ticking its head more frenetically as they approach the building. You feel shivers.

As they're about to cross the doors to the entrance hall, the doll's hollow eyes glow in a strange hue of blue.

They enter without problems. The servant stops ticking its head, the glow vanishing from its eyes, and becomes quiet again.

You still stand there for a while, watching the servant.

That shiver you felt as it ticked its head at the girls… it was a similar feeling as when Sumin stared at you in an intense way, at the cafe. She was seeing through you, assessing you. You can't be sure of anything, but it seems that this servant's purpose is to guard this building, to assess if the people walking in mean any danger to you. It has probably been standing here for days… but only now you can see it.

"Right. Third eye or whatever…" you whisper under your breath.

Again, you feel tempted to ask the servant's name, but you stop yourself, remembering Sumin's warning. Maybe getting in touch with these things is what has been putting you in such a bad mood… Sumin said that demons affect people's auras. So you decide to just march in. The white doll ticks its head as you pass by it - but this time, it looks much more like a greeting nod.

Going out with Chaeyoung and having a normal evening made you forget for a few hours that you are, in fact, being watched by spiritual creatures all the time.

Then, you are inside of your peanut sized room. You drop the bag of clothes on the floor and take the coat off, not bothering to turn the light on. It used to be your comfort place. Now, it's just lonely and cold.

You denied going out, but you don’t know what to do right now, really.

You start by showering and putting on your favorite comfy hoodie. Carefully, you fold the few new clothes you bought and store them. The first episode of this new series everyone is talking about doesn’t catch your attention, nor the cookies you try to eat taste as good as they should. You also don’t feel like finishing that Ethics essay - it’s due next week anyway, you still have plenty of time. Then, you decide to browse for apartments in this area in your laptop (Gosh, why is everything so expensive?). You just know that you don’t want to fall asleep, given the possibility that you may have an awful nightmare again, or that you will unconsciously be pulled towards him again. You don’t want to see him for a while, not after what he did.

One apartment finally catches your attention. It’s considerably close to campus, not that big but given the rent price it looks pretty good. Large windows, a tiny balcony, the owner seems to reply fast to every comment so you decide to leave one; maybe you can book a visit next week and-

•

It’s quiet.

Peaceful.

You hear the wind howling, the sea crashing against the shore, seagulls singing in the distance.

The sky is gray and somber, however, the temperature is cozy. You keep laid on the grass, eyes glued above, watching the eventual sight of seagulls crossing the sky. The sounds of the ocean are constant and relaxing; the scent of salt water is familiar and somehow nostalgic.

Nostalgic… as if you know this place intimately.

Your consciousness slowly takes control of the situation. You’re getting used to this sensation.

You… you know this place, actually.

You turn your head and see some houses in the distance. Narrowing your sight, you notice that the hill ends on a cliff, and just after the cliff, there’s the shore.

You’ve been here before.

Except when you came here, these houses were old and rotting; now, they’re as good as new, painted in fresh colors, houses that look lived in. There was also a great and modern mansion on the cliff’s edge, facing the ocean. Now, the spot is empty.

The memory of what happened to you here should frighten you. Briefly, the image of that monster hovering over you crosses your mind. Yet… in this moment, this place - although eerie - also feels comforting.

So you decide to just lay here.

It takes a while until you notice him.

It only happens when you become fully, solidly lucid; when you become aware that you are, in fact, able to move freely. You’re not just a floating consciousness in this dream; you have a body, your body, and you can feel the cozy breeze hit your skin.

Only then, your eyes focus on Taehyung, laying by your side on the grass.

Just like you, he’s looking up at the sky; half hooded eyes in a peaceful and thoughtful expression. You take in his side profile - the perfect bridge of his nose, the soft plump of his lips, the way wind plays with his dark locks.

Then, he looks at you.

Electricity crosses all of your body.

“Are you awake now?” His voice is quiet, calm, deep.

You’re at a lack of words.

This… this is different from your previous encounters. In your other dreams, everything looked blurry and distant, difficult to grasp - as if you were trying to see through fog, and sounds came to you as if you were underwater. Now… everything seems way too clear. And Taehyung. Back then, he was there. Now, he is here. With you.

“What is going on?” You’re surprised that you’re able to speak now.

A small smile appears on his lips. It is enough to make you feel like melting.

“I came to talk.” He says in that same soft tone.

“Is this allowed?” You lower your voice, as if afraid anyone will hear you. “I thought we weren’t supposed to meet.”

“We have some sort of safety here.” He explains. “They can’t blame us for having a connection. Besides… we’re not meeting. Not exactly.”

Taehyung looks at you that same way - with care and tenderness, and it makes your insides warm.

“What do you want to talk about?” You ask.

Taehyung knits his eyebrows softly. His gaze is shadowed by worry.

“I’ve… come to know that you’ve been developing many abilities.” It seems that he’s choosing his words with care. “You opened the third eye.”

“Why does everyone talk about it as if it’s a big deal?”

“Because it is. Normal humans are unable to see the spiritual realm, unless they have witch blood, and you do not have such lineage.”

You shrug. “Maybe an ancestor of mine was a witch.”

“No. Your blood is purely human. I would’ve felt if it wasn’t.” He licks his lips - it’s a habit, apparently - and it diverges your attention for a second. “The point is… you’re shifting from your human nature. I didn’t think our connection would affect you this much.”

You avoid his gaze, staring at the sky again, as resentment slowly starts to fill your chest. “And it means that I can be punished because of it, right? Since I’m not just a clueless human anymore.” You look back at him for a brief moment, noticing his surprised and confused expression, before staring at the sky again. “Sumin already told me. What everyone seems to forget, though, is that I’m not doing anything on purpose.”

Taehyung goes silent for a few moments. You keep your eyes glued to the sky.

“The only person to blame here is me.” His voice is even quieter now. “I apologize.”

It’s like an arrow crossed your heart.

“It’s not your fault, either.” You say. Taehyung’s silence tells you that he doesn’t agree.

“I’m worried about you.” This sentence makes yet another wave of warmth to roam your body. You look at him again; his expression matches his words. “You also haven’t been eating well. You lost weight.”

This takes you by surprise.

“How do you know?” Taehyung is taken aback by your sudden dry tone.

“Uzros.”

You huff, feeling that resentment and a spark of anger grow. “So, you can know little things about my daily life. You can watch me through your dolls, but I’m not allowed to know anything about you, where you are or what you’re doing. Funny.”

“That’s not true, Y/N.” He’s quick to say, definitely surprised by your change in behavior. “My servants are placed around you to protect you, but it’s not the same as me watching you all the time. I’m not omnipresent.”

“Really? So how do you know that I lost weight?”

“If you interact with a servant, I can’t help but hear and see it. Our connection pulls me in.” You see a glimpse of that stern look Taehyung held at the meeting, a side of him you are very unfamiliar with. Taehyung is not used to being questioned or challenged. “But if it bothers you this much, I will do my best to stop seeing you for all. It’s what I should’ve done from the beginning.”

Shit. You feel the urge to cry, but do your best to hold the tears back, yet again staring at the sky and crossing your arms around your chest. You asked for such a reaction. But you’re not about to step back on your words. You’re stubborn and tired of being kept from the answers you deserve. “It’s not like you’re struggling to keep away from me anyway.”

“Don’t say that.”

His voice hardens suddenly - and it’s your turn to be taken aback.

Taehyung props himself up on one elbow, facing you seriously - and a single look at his face is enough to make you regret what you just said. He’s visibly hurt in ways you fail to understand.

“I, in fact, avoid watching you through my servants the best way I can. Because I know that if I take a single glance, it’ll be enough for me to forget why I’m doing this, and I’ll rush for you in a second. But I can’t just do that, Y/N, no matter how much being away from you hurts me more than any physical pain.”

Your vision gets blurry with tears.

“You don’t have to.” You whisper in a weak voice.

“Yes, I do, Y/N. I have to. You don’t understand the danger you face every day, just because you’re tied to me; and I hate myself, because I am the reason you’re put in such danger. I-If I could undo this string, if there was a way to make you have someone normal as your pair so you could live a normal and safe life, I would do it, even if it’d kill me.”

“No.”

Taehyung is taken by surprise when, finally, you prop yourself up and cross your arms around his neck, pulling him in a tight hug, swiftly sitting on his lap, your legs on each side of him. The touch feels so real, it’s almost as if you’re actually together.

“I don’t want anyone else,” you say, sobbing and desperate, face hidden in the crook of his neck. “I don’t care about the danger, I’d never want anyone but you. I’m sorry, Taehyung. I-I didn’t want to make you upset.”

Slowly, his arms embrace your body, and you feel him relaxing. “You don’t have to apologize.” His voice so close to your ear makes goosebumps crawl your skin. “You’re the one right in being upset here, not me.”

This is where your views differ. From the start, you’ve realized that none of you are at fault in this situation - it’s just completely out of control. Meanwhile, Taehyung decided to put all the blame over his own shoulders. He doesn’t understand that both of you are victims; both in their rights to be sad and angry, only unfortunate souls in this great chess game Destiny is playing.

He keeps you close like this until your tears dry out and your sobs stop, gently caressing your back. God, you don’t want to wake up ever again. Taehyung places a chaste kiss just above your earlobe, but this innocent act on his part sparks a fire inside of you.

You lean away just so you can hold his face with both hands.

Taehyung looks back at you with an intensity that makes you feel weak, makes you forget for a moment that this is just a dream and not reality. You brush a strand of hair out of his face with your fingertips; you watch as Taehyung closes his eyes briefly with the tenderness of your touch, lips parted slightly.

Then you’re kissing him.

You’re kissing him and you’re desperate. You tilt your head, tongues entangling, starving. Taehyung’s arms cage you even closer to his own body, so close that your chests touch. One of your hands travels to grip Taehyung’s hair - it’s so soft and it feels physical and real - earning a soft grunt from the back of his throat; it only adds more fuel to your already burning state.

You want him.

You need him.

It’s such a visceral, primordial feeling, that you completely forget this is only happening in the realm of dreams. Your whole body is begging for it.

Acting almost in instinct, you buck your hips - your clothed core pressing against his own. This makes Taehyung grunt yet again; his hands come to rest on your hips, while you keep working your mouth on his relentlessly.

“Y/N-” he tries to say in between the kiss, but then you’re bucking your hips again and again - and in this moment, you find out that Taehyung is not just an ethereal creature that seems to be always in control. No; he is very much carnal - way more than you can possibly imagine.

Finally, he manages to break the kiss by holding your face with both hands, yet still keeping his face centimeters away from yours. “Y/N, t-this is enough.”

But he’s panting just like you, his eyes are hooded with want just like yours, and you also find out how much power you hold over this man.

Taehyung doesn’t make much effort to stop you from humping on him, despite his words. The delicious friction is starting to cloud your own thoughts.

“I need you.” Your breathy voice seems to darken Taehyung’s eyes even more. You’ve never been this bold before - but you’ve never wanted anyone as much as you want him, either. You kiss him again, and again, and again, leaving Taehyung even more breathless with every kiss, at the same time your hips keep moving at a slow pace. “I need you, Taehyung…”

He closes his eyes for a moment, placing one of his hands on your hip again. “Baby, don’t do this to me…” Baby. His voice is low and husky, pleading. If he doesn’t want you to stop, speaking in that voice and calling you “baby” was a very poor attempt in doing so. “I don’t know how much more I can take…”

You look at him seriously - eyebrows knitted in a desperate, begging expression.

“Then don’t take it.” You whisper - and you’ve never been this sincere in your life. “Be weak, Taehyung. Be with me.”

He doesn’t respond.

His eyes just scan your face, lips parted; some strands of hair fall in front of his eyes again - eyes that have darkened in a way you have yet to see, with a type of feeling you have yet to experience.

You’re about to seal your lips again.

But then- everything breaks.

•

You wake up in a jump.

For a few seconds, you’re stuck in that state when your brain can’t comprehend what’s real and what isn’t. Where did Taehyung go? What happened-?

This is not an open field. It’s your dorm room.

It’s dark, the only light source coming from the moon outside peeking through the curtain. Your laptop lays open on the bed, its screen blackened. Since when do you fall asleep so fast like that?

You sit slowly, feeling your limbs trembling, still astounded.

What even was that dream?

You gulp, massaging your own neck, as if you can still feel Taehyung’s warm hands over you. It’s a chilly night, even inside your room, so the thin sweat on your forehead doesn’t make much sense, nor the dryness on your throat. Still feeling a little disoriented, you take the half full Coke bottle laying beside your bed and drink it in big gulps.

After closing the laptop and putting it aside, you rest your back against the wall and bring your knees closer to your chest.

Did Taehyung push you away again? Is that why you woke up so suddenly? He said that he avoids seeing you at all costs… maybe you pushed him a little too far.

As stupid as it is, you feel the urge to cry all over again, but you swallow your own tears. This is the closest you’ll ever be to Taehyung; in a mere dream. Nothing like a glorious and physical reality would feel like.

You gulp yet again, squeezing your thighs, just remembering how good it felt to be on Taehyung. His large, warm hands on your hips. His addicting taste.

Your panties are wet.

Fuck.

You’ll have to take care of this yourself.

After all the traumatic events you’ve experienced recently, it seems that your libido has dried out. You haven’t touched yourself in days.

You’re tight and desperate.

Desperate for Taehyung, but he’s not here right now. Probably will never be.

You close your eyes, letting your senses take complete control of your body. Images keep running in your head - his hooded eyes, the way he licks his lips, his deep and husky voice so quiet and so close to your ear. Your fingers tentatively lay over your panties, feeling the warmth emanating from it. You start to add pressure, moving your fingers in circular movements on your clit, and immediate waves of heat and pleasure roam your body.

Shit. You didn’t want to be doing this by yourself. You even feel slightly embarrassed, but you can’t help it. You know the right way to achieve the quick release you need, so you start moving your fingers faster, while your breathing gets heavier and your other hand travels under your hoodie to massage your breast.

You never got off thinking of someone specific like this. You never desired to be touched by a certain someone. Chaeyoung kept saying over and over again that you should let yourself loose and enjoy college life, that anyone would want to hook up with you if you wanted, but this idea never excited you in any way - not even when she dragged you once to a party and you ended up making out with a random guy, but it didn’t go any further than that.

With Taehyung, though? You’re aching for him. Every atom in your body screams for him. You want him to come and own you; your cunt is tighter and craving and desperate to be filled by him, and your skin is desperate to be touched and kissed by him, and your mouth is watering to taste him again. It’s like you’ve always known that Taehyung was out there somewhere, and that’s why you didn’t let anyone else explore your body; because deep down you knew he would someday come to claim you.

But he’s not here.

You bite your bottom lip, trying to muffle the quiet moans. You buck your hips according to the movement of your hand, getting faster and faster, finally slipping under the panties; your fingers immediately get wet and slick with your juices as you massage your clit with ease.

He’s not here. Those aren’t his fingers.

You think of grabbing his smooth hair, you think of peppering kisses on his perfect jawline, you imagine his large hands and veiny arms grabbing you, you wonder how he really sounds when he’s aroused. What you experienced in the dream realm is simply not enough. It wasn’t real touch, real pleasure. You need him desperately, but he’s not here.

You move faster and faster, feeling closer to the edge, while your other hand grabs the sheet under you, trying to ease the tension. Your toes curl, your legs shake; a quiet moan escapes your lips, your heartbeat races.

Every action has a consequence.

You think of him. Him, him, him. Only him. Your person. Your other half. Taehyung.

Every action has a consequence.

Waves of pleasure roam your system. You gasp, choking on your own voice, mind clouded by desire. Him, him and him.

Every action has a consequence.

Taehyung Taehyung Taehyung Taehyung Taehyung Taehyung Taehyung Taehyung Taehyung Taehyung Taehyung Taehyung-

Every action has a consequence.

Right before you reach your high - your fingers stop moving at once.

Your body freezes.

Suddenly, all of your senses are alert and you immediately remove your hand from your intimacy, staring at the door with widened eyes, being yanked out of your delirious state.

You shiver.

There’s… there’s a presence out there in the hallway. You know it.

You also know who it is, but your slow human perception doesn’t get it at first.

Slowly, hesitantly - expectantly, you get up from bed, feeling your bare feet freeze against the cool floor. Your legs feel weak and your body still shakes, but you walk towards the door. Your clean hand holds the doorknob as you feel your heart thundering inside your ribcage.

This… this can’t be.

You open the door.

Is the action worth the consequence?

It’s him.

In person.

Taehyung towers over you. He wears black dress pants and a white dress shirt, sleeves rolled up, three buttons opened, bare foot. His eyes are hooded and his eyebrows are knitted in desire and something much, much darker, much more intense, much more raw than anything you’ve ever seen.

Next thing you know is that the door is being closed shut, you have time to notice the sound of the door lock, before your body is pushed against the nearest wall and Taehyung is kissing you.

You gasp in surprise, feeling every nerve in your system react to his restless touch over your body. One of his hands grabs you by the waist, sticking your body to his, while his knee takes place between your legs, parting them. The other hand comes to grab the hair at the back of your head to keep it in place, entangling his tongue with yours restlessly. Your hand comes to rest on the back of his neck for support.

You’re overwhelmed by his delicious smell and his touch and his mouth and oh my God he is real, he is here, this is happening.

And when he finally breaks the kiss, you see how swollen and reddish his lips are, and how crazy his eyes look, and how the dark locks fall over his eyes making him look mysterious - and this alone could make you come.

“T-Taehyung-” You stutter, trying to form a coherent sentence, but your train of thought derails as he starts kissing your neck, the grip on your hair forcing you to tilt your head and give him easy access. Taehyung has been acting so poised and in control of himself up until now; you didn’t expect him to be so eager like this, so much that you’re almost taken aback. His wet, warm tongue on your neck makes you unconsciously let a quiet moan escape; Taehyung presses your body against his even harder at the sound.

“You provoked me,” he growls in your ear, causing yet more goosebumps on you. “You just made me insane, Y/N.” He kisses you on the lips again briefly; his breath fans on your face and he looks at you in a way that single handedly makes your arousal increase like fire on hay. “I am going… against everything I promised not to do. I can’t fight you.”

Your knees feel like jelly; your face burns. You whimper in surprise as Taehyung’s large hand grips your ass shamelessly. You almost grab his shirt with your other hand, but then you remember that it still is wet with your own arousal and suddenly you’re embarrassed and afraid that he’ll notice - but you don’t have enough time to think because he’s kissing you again, and the hand that previously held your hair now holds your neck, and you whimper yet again.

Your lips part and he leans away slightly.

“You won, Y/N.” He says in an almost whisper - a husky voice shadowed by lust and pure passion. “I will make you mine tonight.”

This single sentence is almost enough to make your legs lose all of their strength.

You don’t know what to say - you don’t even know if you’re supposed to say something; you just nod weakly, expectant. This is what you’ve been craving. You want this.

Then you see Taehyung’s lips turn upwards in a devilish smirk, and you feel your face get even hotter.

“But you were almost getting all done by yourself, right? Didn’t even wait for me. So selfish.”

Your eyes widen.

“W-What?”

Taehyung tilts his head to the side slowly. There’s something else in his gaze now - a dark playfulness, mischievous. “No need to pretend, baby. I know.”

He grabs your wrist and slowly brings your hand up. Your heartbeat races, feeling incredibly embarrassed right now, as he analyzes your wet fingers, the smirk never disappearing from his lips.

“Were you thinking of me, Y/N?” Fuck. Why he’s got to fake that surprised tone like that? You begin to lower your head sheepishly, but the hand that holds your neck goes a few centimeters up to hold your chin, forcing you to keep eye contact. “Answer me.”

“Y-Yes,” you manage to blurt out weakly. You close your other hand in a tight fist, gaining courage to confess what he must know anyway before this continues. “I-I was thinking of you.” He pecks the corner of your mouth seductively, humming in approval. “O-Only you.” It’s hard to try and talk when his knee is making pressure against your core, sending waves of pleasure through your body. “Hmm… only you… n-no one else… before.”

This makes him stop his actions and lean away to look at you.

Embarrassment makes your face and neck burn, makes your shoulders smaller. What if he backs away because of this? What if he gives up and goes home? No- just no. You try to look down again, as if facing his reaction will be way too overwhelming - but once more, Taehyung stops you from doing so, holding your chin up.

He analyzes your face carefully.

Something changed.

There’s still indomitable lust in his eyes, yes. But… at the same time, it is now mixed with the fondness you’ve grown used to, a little bit of surprise, and… endearment?

“Do you want this, Y/N?” He asks quietly. “Right here and right now?”

You nod vehemently.

“Yes.” You whisper. “Y-Yes. Please, Taehyung…”

He’s kissing you again, before you can even finish the sentence. It’s slower this time; more sensual. “Don’t beg, Y/N.” Although he’s using his velvety tone, there’s something very authoritarian in the way he says this… it’s an order. He runs his nose on your neck slowly, the hand that previously held it taking place on your waist; you shiver at his warm breath, taking your scent in. “You have no idea… how much I’ve been wanting this.” He says as he lets a trail of wet kisses on your neck. “How much I’ve been dreaming of this…” He nips at your skin lightly, earning a soft whimper from you. “I want to destroy you so bad, Y/N. So bad.” His lips have traveled all the way up to your face again, and he bites your bottom lip before kissing you eagerly again. “But it’s your first time, love, so I’ll be gentle. Just don’t beg, or it’ll be harder for me to control myself. Understood?”

All you can do is nod in response.

The mischievous smirk is there again.

Then - he does something that takes you completely off guard.

He’s still firmly holding your wet hand. Without breaking intense eye contact, he pulls your hand and-

And licks your fingers.

You gasp as he puts your fingers inside his mouth, sucking them one by one - and it causes a reaction down there, for you feel your slit getting even wetter at the single sight and your breathing shuddering.

“You taste good, baby.” He says, his smirk only getting wider at your shocked reaction. Before you can think straight, he’s kissing you again, and you feel your own taste in his tongue - it’s sweet - but you don’t have time to contemplate too much on it, not when this man is doing the things he’s doing. You notice that he’s letting a light chuckle within the kiss, making you shudder. “My baby was right here, all alone, touching herself and thinking of me… What exactly were you thinking of, hm?”

“I-I already said. Just you.” You say sheepishly.

“What was I doing in your little fantasy, love?”

You gulp. It’s so hard to answer his questions because his gaze makes you feel shy in ways you can’t control, but at the same time, the tone of his voice and the things he says only increases your arousal, only makes you feel hotter. “You were touching me.”

“Touching you where?”

Your face gets hotter. “Taehyung-”

“Touching you where?” He repeats. “If you don’t tell me, I won’t know what to do, love.”

He knows damn well where. You inhale sharply. “Down there.”

“Ooh.” That fake surprised tone. He’s enjoying this way too much. He enjoys seeing you flustered like this, completely under his control.

Slowly, his right hand travels from your waist to your lower stomach. Slowly… very slowly. He caresses your inner thigh, then finally, he puts his fingers over your damp panties, barely making any pressure.

“You mean here?” Your lungs fail for a moment as your sensitive nerves feel his light touch. You nod. Taehyung chuckles again. “You’re already so wet, love. You were having a lot of fun without me, huh?”

He starts moving his fingers over your clit.

Taehyung watches intently as your face distorts in pleasure - eyebrows knitted, lips parted, half lidded eyes. He moves his fingers painfully slowly - much slower than you’d usually move, yet it is enough to send waves of pleasure through your body. He makes circular movements on your clit, holding back from adding the pressure you much need just yet.

“You were already so close to cumming. Do you think I can make you cum on my fingers, Y/N?” You don’t reply. Shit, you’re not used to this. He’s shameless in the things he says, and though it just gets you wetter, you still don’t know how to react to this.

A soft gasp leaves your lips when, with his other hand, Taehyung grabs your leg and hooks it around his own hip, keeping a strong grip on it. Both of your hands come to rest on his shoulders for support. He watches you with hawk eyes as, finally, his hand slips under your panties to touch your intimacy freely; his cold fingers against your warm cunt causes you to gasp lightly again.

You’ve been trying to muffle your moans, but it’s getting harder and harder as his fingers work on your clit with ease - slowly adding more pressure and moving faster. Taehyung watches as your breathing gets heavier and heavier, the movement of your chest. Once again, he bites your lower lip lightly, then pecks it. “You’re so sensitive, love.” You feel as his hand travels a little lower, tentatively circling around your dripping entrance. You bite your bottom lip and hold your breath in anticipation. Taehyung chuckles lightly and comes closer to whisper in your ear:

"Don't be shy around me. I want to hear you."

His middle finger penetrates you.

You whimper, gripping the clothing of his shirt, your nerves reacting to this new sensation. He penetrates slowly, while his thumb keeps pressing on your clit in circling movements. "Hmm… you're already so tight," he keeps talking low in your ear, making even more goosebumps roam your skin. His other hand caresses your thigh, as it still is hooked around his waist, giving him better access to your cunt. He kisses your temple tenderly. "How does it feel, baby?"

"G-Good," you manage to stutter somehow - it's getting hard to breathe. Taehyung kisses your temple again, humming in approval, as he starts putting his finger in and out of your pussy - slowly at first, but then he increases his pace, as his thumb still works on your clit relentlessly. Your grip the fabric of his shirt even tighter, trying to ease the tension somehow. The dorm room is now filled with your soft moans and the squelching sounds Taehyung's hand produces; you start to feel something wet dripping down your inner thigh.

When another finger is introduced into your cunt, you moan louder than before; suddenly feeling self aware, you hide your face on his chest, once again biting your bottom lip. Taehyung chuckles. "I already said I want to hear you."

"B-But they w-will hear me too," you blurt out, knowing damn well that those walls are way too thin.

"They won't. Just trust me." You don't understand how they won't, but it's impossible to think too much of what he said, not when his hand is working on your pussy like that. His fingers come knuckle deep inside of you, reaching places you never tried to on your own. His digits hit a spot you didn't know existed, and this single action makes a wave of pleasure wash over you, letting out a moan you couldn't hold back.

Taehyung catches on to this reaction quickly. "Here, love?" He hits the same specific spot again.

You nod frantically. "Y-Yes. Right there."

A familiar heat builds up in your lower stomach as Taehyung keeps hitting your g-spot over and over again, keeping the exact same pace, his thumb playing with your clit at the same rate; you squeak and whimper and moan, feeling your legs lose strength, the heat spread all throughout your body, your walls tighten around Taehyung's fingers.

"Oh my God- Taehyung, I'm gonna-" you manage to whimper somehow, feeling the fire building up and spreading, holding the back of his neck instinctively. He groans at the sound of your moaning voice calling his name, mercilessly working on your pussy; his other hand grabs your thigh even tighter, as he can feel you won't be able to stand alone for much longer.

"Don't hold back, love." His lips are once again on your neck, and he's licking and nibbling lightly on your skin, and his fingers are deep inside of you and his thumb is working wonders on your clit and your arousal drips from your inner thigh and your fingers are shaking and- and-

When the orgasm hits, you throw your head back and tighten your eyes, crying out in pure pleasure; every piece of your body is trembling, and for a moment, your lungs forget how to work. Taehyung holds you tightly in place as you convulse on him, and he finally leans back a little to watch your reaction.

You’ve never felt such a strong orgasm like that before; touching yourself was never this satisfying. And Taehyung did that with his hand only.

As you calm down from your high, breathing heavily and still astounded, Taehyung takes his fingers out of your pussy. He does it slowly, but it still aches a little at the emptiness. Without any effort, he makes you hook the other leg around his waist, taking you off the ground, and walks to your bed.

He lays you down with care, hovering over you for a moment; he brushes some hair out of your face before kissing you sweetly.

Without parting your lips, his hand comes to lighten up the bedside lamp. This pulls you back into reality again; you could see pretty well before, the room was well lit by the full moon… but, of course, it was still dark enough for you to not be so embarrassed. You've never been so exposed in front of anyone like this - and you're not sure if you're ready for this gorgeous man to see it.

"Can we… can we keep it dark?" You ask shyly, still panting, and try to reach for the light switch - but Taehyung holds your wrist before you can.

"No." He says sternly.

You feel frozen for a moment.

Taehyung brings your hand to his lips, kissing your knuckles slowly. His eyes are serious, hooded with lust; it's enough to make your face get warm. Overwhelming, but far from uncomfortable. He looks at you as if he's hungry and you're his much awaited meal - and, at the same time, he looks at you with adoration.

"I want to see you," he says between the kisses, "and I want you to see me, too."

He leans down to seal your lips again in a sensual, slow kiss; you grip his hair, making him grunt against your lips.

"I want to know every little piece of your body." He licks your neck, making you sigh. Sudden nervousness hits you as he holds the hem of your hoodie with one hand. "I want to know everything about you…"

He stops for a moment, only to look at you again, the other hand caressing your cheek.

"And I don't want you to be embarrassed of me, Y/N." His voice has softened. "You are, literally, everything I waited for… everything I've dreamed of… for my whole existence." It might feel inappropriate, but what he says makes you feel the urge to cry again - not in sadness this time. "We've waited long enough for this. I want you to remember this night clearly."

Your breathing shudders. You look back at him - his beautiful features, lusted eyes, half parted and slightly swollen lips, long eyelashes; and you realize he is right. He doesn't make you uncomfortable. More than that - you're part of each other. There's nothing to be embarrassed of.

So, you nod, without uttering a word.

Taehyung smiles again. He leans down once more to plant a kiss on your lips…

And slowly, starts to strip you.

You're not wearing anything but your panties and this hoodie. He makes you lift your arms, giving him access to take the hoodie off; the piece of clothing is thrown on the floor carelessly. His eyes are glued on your naked torso, making your skin feel burning hot. You've never been this exposed in front of anyone. Your heartbeat races, nervousness runs all through you.

Taehyung's eyes are hungry.

"You're beautiful." He whispers, breathing heavily, and this alone is enough to send heat to your intimacy all over again. "Beautiful. Beautiful..."

He leans down again to leave a kiss on your cheek; you whimper quietly as you feel his hand traveling from your lower stomach to cup one of your breasts, squeezing it with care. He peppers kisses from your neck to your collarbones; his hot breathing over your skin sends goosebumps through your system, and you instinctively grab his soft hair. You let out a quiet moan when Taehyung mouths one of your hardened nipples, sucking on it softly; his tongue swirls around it. All the while, his other hand travels down to caress your thigh, eventually going a few centimeters up to squeeze your ass, making you whimper again. Taehyung chuckles darkly against your skin.

"You're really, really sensitive." He remarks again, looking up at you for a moment before lowering himself again to leave a trail of kisses down your stomach. He nibbles on your skin softly, making yet another quiet whimper leave his lips, and you feel your face get warm again at his mischievous grin.

But what makes your face get even warmer and your inner temperature increase is the sight of Taehyung propped on his elbows on your lower half, hovering over your cunt, as he stares at your dripping wet panties.

He licks his lips and, finally, his fingers pull the hem of your panties. He takes it off of you and makes you keep your legs parted, placing both hands on your inner thighs. You gulp, feeling yet again another wave of nervousness hit you with the way Taehyung looks at your slit. You can see the gloss of your own juices from here; you've never been so wet.

"How sensitive are you really, love?" You grab the sheets under you, as if preparing yourself, when Taehyung puts his hand over your pussy, delicately parting your lips with his index and pointer finger. "Do you think you can still take it?"

Taehyung blows softly on your cunt, making you shiver. He watches your reaction intently. You gasp, gripping the sheets tighter, when Taehyung leaves a kiss on your clit. He stops for a moment, watching you, then kisses again; you hiss when, finally, he licks it, but still keeping it light, not putting too much pressure.

"How does it feel, hm? Bad?" Fuck - his voice is deep and husky and suggestive and you feel wetter, if that's even possible. He's well aware that you just had an orgasm. Maybe, the high sensitivity won't let you keep going. You never really tried to have more than one orgasm whenever you masturbated - when you reached your first high, it seemed enough, so you'd just stop there. You can't really tell if you're that sensitive yet. Well - it's time to find out.

You shake your head. "No. J-Just keep it s-slow," you don't even know if you're making sense with your words. His touch is not uncomfortable, but if you want this to feel good, it has to be slow, so you can build up your arousal again.

Taehyung nods and you hiss again, toes curling, when he flicks his tongue on your clit. "Good. I need you relaxed and I need you wet, so you can take me."

He does as you told - works his mouth on your cunt slowly, never breaking eye contact, visibly satisfied that you seem less and less able to muffle your moans and hisses of pleasure. He wraps his mouth on your clit, swirls his tongue around it, sending shockwaves of pure pleasure all throughout your body, making your insides feel hot like burning lava. Taehyung watches every expression you make with fascination. When you feel brave enough to look back at him, it only further increases your arousal - not only what he's actually doing pushes you closer to the edge; it's the wet noises his mouth produces, it's the sight of his head between your legs, the wetness on his lips, the way his dark hair falls over his eyes. Everything about this arouses you.

Taehyung realizes you're ready when, unconsciously, you start to buck your hips on his face, and your cunt tightens around nothing.

Then, he stops - and you whimper in disapproval.

Taehyung chuckles darkly at this reaction. You watch in awe as he sits on his knees, analyzing your body for a few seconds, before he starts to unbuckle his belt - and this sight alone makes your mouth water. The way his long fingers and veiny hands work on the belt so easily is enough to make your pussy throb, begging to be filled.

Though your legs are shaking and you don't have much control over your own fingers, you somehow manage to sit up and reach for the collar of his shirt; Taehyung quirks one eyebrow, surprised. This time, you do not avoid his gaze: "I want to touch you, too."

He smirks. Yes, you want to touch him. You don't want to be the only naked person here. So, with clumsy and hurried fingers, you start to unbutton his shirt - and it's your turn to be amazed at his muscular body, the perfect curve of his collarbones. Before you can even finish unbuttoning the last button, Taehyung has already taken the shirt off and thrown it on the floor in a rather aggressive - sexy - motion; for a single moment, he lets slip how truly impatient he is. Then, his hand is on your neck and he's kissing you deeply and passionately. Once again, you feel your own taste on his tongue, even stronger now, but you don't have time to bother.

His breathing is heavy. He stares deep into your eyes for some moments; he holds your chin delicately, passing his thumb over your bottom lip in a slow, sensual movement.

"I could come just with the way you're looking at me right now," he confesses in that same low husky voice. "Never wanted someone so bad in my life, baby."

You close your eyes for a moment, leaning on his touch. Maybe lust is taking control of your actions, for you're not very conscious of the things slipping from your lips anymore. "I'm already yours, Taehyung… always have been. Come take me."

You hear his breathing shudder at your last sentence. Taehyung puts his hand on your chest and delicately pushes you back on the mattress again. You analyze his flawless face, his glorious torso, then- fuck, you finally realize that his hardened member was freed from his pants, and you have to control yourself not to gasp. It's big and it's thick and it's veiny and now you understand what Taehyung meant by wondering if you could take it.

Taehyung hovers over you again, elbows on each side of your face, and makes you hook your legs around him in a comfortable position, kissing you sweetly for a moment. You feel his hardened member over your cunt.

"Relax for me, okay?" He whispers. You just nod, nervousness and excitement bubbling on your lower stomach.

Both of you look down as Taehyung takes his cock in his hand. He presses it on your folds, immediately getting it wet; you moan softly when he caresses your clit with the tip, and this time, he also lets a quiet moan. Finally, Taehyung positions his member in your entrance.

Your eyes widen, your breathing fails, your toes curl, as Taehyung finally pushes in.

He does it slowly, letting a deep grunt that resonates on your bones. Out of instinct, you grab his shoulders and close your eyes shut, completely astounded by this new sensation. His fingers were one thing; his cock is something completely different. It stretches your insides in ways you didn't know were possible. He doesn't put everything inside just yet; with his inhuman self control, he still watches your reaction, searching for any signs of pain.

"Are you okay?" He asks. You notice how his voice sounds unstable now, and you open your eyes to focus on him. He breathes heavily, his eyes are even darker now, half parted lips in an expression of pleasure that makes your insides twirl.

You nod. "Y-Yes."

Taehyung nods in response. He bites his bottom lip, closing his eyes for a moment, and starts to shallow fuck you - very, very slowly. At every thrust, he puts more and more in, stretching your cunt even deeper, making tears appear in the corners of your eyes. Fuck - he’s so big that it feels like he’s tearing you apart. He lets a deep grunt, eyes closed, one of his hands gripping the pillow under your head.

"So tight, baby…" He says in a shaky, quiet voice. "So… fucking… tight…"

Maybe it's his expression of pure pleasure that makes this situation feel pleasurable for you, too. As he eases more of himself in with careful and controlled thrusts, the uncomfortable ache in your cunt eases more and more. You feel yourself moaning quietly at each thrust of his, your hands slipping from his shoulders to grip his back, your breathing getting heavier. Taehyung hides his face on your shoulder, each grunt of his echoing in your skin and sending waves of arousal to your already stimulated core.

"T-Taehyung…" you call in a breathy voice that almost drives him crazy. "Faster. Please…"

You gasp when you feel him biting your shoulder, before propping himself up to look at you again. "I told you not to beg, Y/N."

However, he does exactly as you told him: Taehyung starts to thrust in and out faster and stronger. You whimper, feeling as if the air was knocked out of your lungs, when he finally sinks as deep as possible, balls deep in, his pelvis shocks against yours. He comes out, and in this brief moment you see just how wet his cock is with your own juices, before slamming himself in again, causing your breath to fail once more. You throw your head back in pure pleasure, moaning.

“You’re taking me so well, baby.” Taehyung compliments in his panting voice, which causes goosebumps to roam your body. He stares down at the spot where your bodies connect for a moment before leaning away from you; he sits on his knees and grabs your hips on a strong grip, at the same time you unhook your legs from around his waist, almost instinctively spreading them as much as possible. This position is more comfortable for him to pick a faster pace - and the moment he does, it’s like your vision gets blurred by stars. Your moans and whimpers grow more constant as he keeps working relentlessly. Taehyung groans and hisses and curses under his breath.

You prop yourself up on your elbows, fisting the fabric of the sheets, eyes glued on him. He’s marvelous. A thin layer of sweat makes some strands of hair glue to the skin of his forehead. He has the tip of his tongue between his teeth, eyebrows knitted in a focused expression as he watches his dick come in and out of you, the veins of his arms more apparent due to the strong grip on your hips. Now, you’re thankful that the light is on, otherwise you wouldn’t be able to witness Taehyung in all his naked glory. Even the way his now disheveled hair bounces at each thrust of his mesmerizes you.

Finally, Taehyung looks back at you - and in the moment your eyes meet, it’s visible that he loses a little bit of his self control, as if the sight of you causes him the same effect. He pants with his mouth open and tilts his head to the side in an expression that almost looks like pain. “Fuck… you’re perfect, baby… perfect…”

You gulp, unconsciously throwing your head back again as you feel the familiar pressure increase in your lower stomach, spreading down your legs. “Taehyung…” You probably wanted to say something relevant, but all that comes out of your lips is his name in an obscene moan. You have time to see his smirk as he hears this.

“You’re about to cum again, hm?” He can feel your walls tightening around him. The pressure is getting unsustainable.

Instead of saying anything, you just reach for the back of his neck, pulling him down to connect your lips. It’s sloppy and wet and desperate. Taehyung lays over you again, gripping your thighs and hooking them once more around his waist, before sustaining the weight of his body on his arms again; you grip his biceps and he just stares at your whimpering figure, plummeting his cock mercilessly into you over and over and over again, pushing you closer to the edge. You do not have control of anything coming out of your mouth anymore.

Taehyung hooks both of his arms around your shoulders and you grip his back for dear life. Every nerve in your body goes haywire; it’s like you can’t even see anymore. All you can do is close your eyes shut, overwhelmed by his cock deep inside of you, by his intoxicating scent, by the noises of skin hitting skin and the squelching sounds of your arousal around him. You feel his face close to yours, his deep moans and his strong grip on you. It’s like, for a second, Taehyung becomes the center of your Universe, your gravitational axis - all that exists is him, his cock inside of you. And in this moment that nothing else seems to exist, you come again around him, feeling your back unconsciously arch and your toes curl and your whole body shake in pure, unadulterated bliss.

Taehyung doesn’t stop, however, now desperately chasing after his own high. You’re still panting and recovering; it’s like your body has been overcharged, but you can’t care to complain, because your sight has focused again and all you can see is Taehyung’s face of pleasure, the way he bites his bottom lip, the veins popping on his neck, the constant noises of pleasure he produces. With weak fingers, you grip onto his hair on the back of his head and once again force him to kiss you, which he eagerly reciprocates without slowing his steady pace.

“T-Taehyung…” you let out in a strangled voice - and this alone is enough to overcharge him as well. The tightness became too much for him. He stutters your name in a way that makes you feel weak.

“I-I’m cumming inside,” he manages to pant somehow in a warning tone, but you’re not in the right state of mind to even process what this means. You just nod, watching him intently, hypnotized by his expression. You can see how close he is. He hides his face in the crook of your neck, his hot breath on your skin makes you shiver. A few more hard thrusts in - “Fuck, fuck, fuck!”, he moans. Then, you feel his dick buried deep inside of you twitching as he blows his load inside of you; his warm cum fills you in.

Both of you are panting. Taehyung keeps his cock inside as you recover your heavy breathings. He looks at you again, delicately pushing some strands of hair out of your face. Both of you are sweaty and shaking and feverish and overwhelmed.

Taehyung kisses you once, twice, three times; he peppers kisses on your cheeks and forehead. You hold his face with both hands, forcing him to lock gazes with you again.

It’s stupid that tears are already dripping down your temples.

“Please, don’t leave me again. Please.” You beg in a quiet voice, letting out a sob. “I-I don’t think I can take it…”

Taehyung shakes his head. “I’m not leaving, love.” He says in a reassuring voice and pecks your lips. “I’m not leaving you alone again.” Another kiss. “I’m sorry for hurting you. I’m so sorry… But I won’t leave this time. I promise.”

You nod, feeling your chin tremble as more tears come and the indomitable joy exploding within your chest. Taehyung hugs you tightly, still humming apologies and peppering kisses. You don’t know if it’s the fading arousal that still clouds your senses, making it impossible to think rationally, but here and now, in your tiny dorm room, hooked in each other’s arms, everything feels right and in place. It’s like every year and month and week and day of your life just existed for the sole purpose of leading you to this moment: with him. Taehyung. Your pair.

So, you stay embraced in each other for longer than your tired brain can register. Acting like nothing else exists or matters, because at this moment, it really doesn’t. Pretending for these short moments that your actions won’t lead to anything.

But they will - for every action has a consequence.

And the consequences of your actions tonight are already lurking just around the corner, waiting for their moment to bring their unholy punishment over you.

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