#all i could think of when i listened to moonlight by kali uchis

[jjkeremika]

Moonlight

description: Mikasa sneaks out to see the boyfriend (eren) her parents don't approve of

pairing: eren x mikasa, eremika (aot/snk)

(warnings ?: "smoking weed", groping, spanking, oral(mikasa receiving), fingering, penetration, mention of daddy, virgin!Mikasa)

It was at the dinner table at the end of the meal when she finally worked up the courage to ask. "Hey mum, dad," she started quietly, crossing her ankles. Last night they almost didn't let her go. "Is it okay if I stay at a friend's house tonight?"

Her dad sighed, and Mikasa deflated slightly. She knew what the sigh entailed. They were about to look at each other.

Her parents looked at each other knowingly, both of them recognizing that the moment they'd discussed last night was already happening.

"Mikasa," her father's loud voice commanded Mikasa's attention from her mother's lack of eye contact, "we know that you aren't really going to Sasha's house."

The weight dropped in her stomach -- oh no. She started playing with the ring on her finger, the unsettling and uncomfortable tingle of being caught spreading down her spinal cord. She silently prayed the heat rushing to her face wasn't visible.

Mikasa's eyes shifted between her two parents, who sat stoically, her father's stern expression digging holes into her skin, her mother's unreadable.

Mikasa inhaled deeply, hoping that she hasn't been silent for suspiciously long. "That's because I'm going to Historia's," she responded slowly, trying not to shrink in front of her father.

"Oh," was all her mother added, sinking into the wooden chair slightly.

"Isn't she the one who introduced you to that boy?" her dad asked. Mikasa swallowed, she didn't think they remembered that tiny detail. "Are you sure he won't be there? Are you sure you're not just leaving to see him?"

She didn't answer in time.

"No. You're not leaving tonight," he commanded. "That's final." He stood and left the table, exiting the room without so much as glancing at Mikasa, who sat in her chair, sad and irritated.

She rolled her eyes as she watched her mother chase after her husband, leaving her to clean up the table.

Eren had called her around ten, asking why she cancelled and if he could see her anyway, park down the street and sneak in through her window. She laughed, a sound which made him smile even through his car speakers. "My dad would kill you."

"Not if I kill him first," he responded, and she could practically hear the foolish smile on his face. She rolled her eyes but it sparked a laugh anyway.

"Oh my," she breathed out after laughing, "I'd be sad without my dad though. What then?"

"I can be your daddy," Eren replied, his tone more serious than earlier. "We both know you already want me to be."

To say she was at a loss for words would be an understatement. She wanted to force a laugh, play along with the joke, but the warmth brewing between her legs and the curling of her toes held her back.

The thought made her blush in a way she didn't expect. More unholy thoughts flooded into her mind, visualizing the muscular, brown-haired man kissing beyond her lips and neck, caressing spots on her body that have never been touched.

Eren hummed to himself at her silence. He was just messing with her, because the way she flustered afterwards was so adorable he couldn't help it. But usually she was stammering, yelling something along the lines of, "Eren! You can't say stuff like that!" with red cheeks and avoiding all contact.

So her silence was... notable.

He was waiting for her to say something, she knew that. But the one phrase unlocked the gates and now her imagination ran wild, reels of Eren kissing and touching places she's never noticed playing nonstop, tingling sensations of how she thought his touch would feel appearing on her skin.

"Are you sure you don't want me to come over?" Eren asked again.

Mikasa wanted to thank him for changing the subject, but his question didn't tame any of the wild thoughts trampling her brain.

"You can't come over," she answered, her throat the driest its ever been. "Like I said," she took a deep breath and closed her eyes, "my dad will kill you." I can be your daddy.

Eren felt his trousers tighten as the same thoughts entered his head. He recognized her uneven breathing, the slight tense tone change. He couldn't not recognize it, he'd heard it pressed right to his ear before, when she finally let him kiss her neck. "Right."

The silence only made the blood pumping to their pelvises more noticeable.

After a few moments of the quiet seeping into their bones, they exchanged goodnights and sleep tights and ended the call.

Around two hours later, still awake as her wild thoughts led her down a horny internet rabbit hole, she received a string of texts from Eren, telling her to look outside.

There he was, waving happily at her. She put on her pajama pants and shoes and opened the window, climbing out and leaving a wooden stick to prop it barely open.

Eren led the way to his car with their hands entwined, trying to get away before anyone noticed. He held her hand as they drove to a nearby beach, Mikasa softly singing along to the music.

He took her to a beach, the two of them finding a spot near the car. Eren sat down first and pulled Mikasa onto his lap, wrapping his arms around her to hold her in place.

Eren leaned back lightly and fussed with his pockets to pull out a lighter and roll pack. Mikasa played music quietly on her phone, humming along even more softly, and watched the bundled white smoke escape into the open air, shining in the light of the clear moonlight.

He watched the waterline and sky, being careful to avoid blowing smoke near her face, as she admired the moonlight kissing his skin, highlighting his features in a breathtaking way. She felt her breathing stop when he looked over at her and smiled, her heart skipping beats.

Mikasa held her hand up, non-verbally asking for him to pass the roll. He held it to his lips, inhaled deeply, then put it out. Almost immediately after his hand was on her cheek and angled her face so that his lips were on hers, letting the smoke drift into and out the sides of their mouths and he pried her lips apart with his tongue.

She was so distracted and surprised with his kiss she forgot to inhale. Probably the point. He never let her smoke.

She wrapped her arms around his neck to keep him in place, feeling dizzy from the smoke that made it through or the sudden kiss or a combination of both.

She rearranged herself in his lap without breaking apart, keeping her hands on his cheeks to prevent him from pulling away, not like he was planning on it anyway. She leaned into him until he was leaning back onto his elbows, Eren letting her take control of the kiss and resisting the urge to grind his hips under her.

Mikasa rotated her hips and Eren moaned, the action taking him by surprise. He used his core strength to lift slightly and moved his hands to her neck and back, restraining from reaching for her ass or grabbing her hips too tight.

As they kissed to music of the waves, the sound of their lips colliding together matching the sound of the water crashing into the shore, Eren's hands slowly slid down her back to her butt, yielding to the tempting feeling in his lower abdomen and firmly grabbing the round cheeks with a hard grip.

"Eren!" Mikasa yelped, giggling, and he smirked when she didn't push his hands away. Eren smacked one cheek before taking hold of both cheeks and dragging her closer, moaning at the friction against his growing erection. "E-Eren," she moaned out, tilting her head back as he groped at her cheeks and kissed at her neck.

"Yes, baby?" he whispered huskily, causing the skin underneath his lips to tingle at the vibration. Her open mouth twitched into a smile at the new, pleasant feeling racing to her pelvis. "What can I..." His lips on her skin felt ghostly, the extremely soft tingle so very enticing. "...do to you?"

Eren's hands dipped into her pajama pants while she processed his question, while she struggled to process the sudden blood rush and warm feeling that rapidly ensued. "Oh, I meant for you," he corrected, smirking, softly biting her shoulder to keep her from pulling away.

The feeling of contradictory fabrics rubbing against the palms and backs of his hands turned him on, and it made finding the exposed soft skin of her butt and thighs so much more titillating.

"Hmpf, I, I, ahhh." Moaning felt like all she could do as he pawed at her bum and kissed along her collarbones, feeling the blood pumping to and the liquid leaking out of her pelvis. His hands felt so strong and rugged and his grip was so firm and warm.

"Well?" His voice dropped octaves as it laced with sultry sex, with an unprecedented grumbling neediness she's never heard from him before. "Do you want to stop?" he asked, grabbing her ass and using his arm strength to grind her onto his lap, manually rotating her hips. She was too breathless to form words and her mind was lagging but she shook her head fervently and grabbed his head, pulling him closer to her chest, just above her cleavage, he could feel it.

He brazenly bit the shirt fabric between her breasts, his teeth just grazing against the thin skin under the shirt, realizing just now that she wasn't wearing a bra. She arched her back, puffing her chest out for him, and he felt her breasts brush against his cheeks.

One hand slipped out from her pants into the sand, supporting his weight as he sharply pushed his crotch up into hers, smirking and admiring her euphoric smile as she gasped.

She never answered his question. "Do you want to keep going, angel?" He could already feel the pre-cum leaking into his briefs.

This feeling of his hard erection against her inexperienced clit was new and enticing and favorable and a high she desperately needed to chase. "Yes," she immediately breathed out, starting to grind down on him with more haste, more need, "yes, yes, yes."

Eren's hand held onto her neck and he pulled her in for a long kiss. "Let's go back to the car," he mumbled against her lips, to which she rapidly nodded in agreement.

He gripped her thighs and suddenly lifted her over his shoulder, then stood up to walk to the car. She blushed deep red as her face and hands were close to his ass and her ass was so close to his face and the arm that wrapped around her waist to hold on her felt so tight and secure and it all made her so warm.

Her cheeks invented the deepest shade of red when she remembered the wet spot on her panties that she just knew he could smell. Little did she know it was making his mouth water, making him harder.

He finally put her down in front of the open back passenger door, onto the seats already put down, gesturing with his hand to enter first. He lightly smacked her ass repeatedly as she climbed inside, each one making her smile widen and evoking a giggle.

Eren scrambled in after her, quickly shutting the door and locking the car. Mikasa's phone continued to play music as Eren's hands reached for the hem of his shirt, pulling it off effortlessly.

The sight always took her breath away, and she was so distracted drooling over the sculpted abs and deep collarbones and defined pecs and hard nipples that she didn't even register that he'd slipped his jeans off.

She gulped when her eyes trailed down his abdomen, following the deep lines pointing to the prominent tented fabric, blushing and rapidly lifting her eyes back to his chest.

His airy chuckle was soothing, massaging out the breath she was holding. "It's okay," he said as he moved closer, still smiling, sitting next to her and holding her neck, "you can look." He kissed her quickly, then rested his forehead against hers. "I like when you look at me."

There was a slight pause, a settling hesitancy. "I like looking at you," she whispered softly, chasing his lips and kissing him again, following the adrenaline coupled with desire. She shut her eyes tight and held her breath. "And I like when you look at me."

He pulled back slightly so he could look at her entire face, rubbing his thumb against her cheek. "Oh, I love looking at you." It was dark, extra dark with the cover of his car, but the moonlight shining through the windows lit up her features, a shining halo outlining her whole body. "Almost as much as I love yo--"

He cut himself off, tightly shutting his eyes and scrunching his face like he'd revealed a secret he shouldn't have, like he'd spoiled a plan, ruined something special. Mikasa's eyes widened slightly, feeling her heart swell and the words I love you too lodging in her throat. blocking off the airflow.

"I didn't say that," he added quickly, nervously, fearfully, "unless... unless you..." Eren eyed her carefully, struggling to read her expression in the shadowed light.

Actions speak louder than words, and the words were lost on her anyway. Immediately Mikasa was removing her shirt, bending awkwardly to pull it over her head. She stared at him afterwards, giggling at his dropped jaw and dilated irises that were fixed on her perky nipples.

She was pleasantly surprised at how comfortable she felt with him, with their clothes on the seats, with his eyes fixed on her body. She didn't feel scrutinized; she felt admired. "Do you want to take my pants off?" she asked, surprising Eren with this sudden erotic confidence.

His eyes flicked up to hers and his dick twitched. "Oh, baby, there's a lot I want to do to you." He reached his hand out and cupped her breast, rubbing his tough palm against her hard nipple, his fingers squeezing the flesh. Their lips met in the middle, engaging in frequent short kisses, Eren leaning over her until her back was flat to the seat. "I'd be honored to take your pants off."

His lips worked down to her nipple and his tongue played with the pointy nub as his hands slid down her naked sides until they connected with the soft fabric. He pressed his head into her chest and lightly bit the skin, swiftly removing the pajamas simultaneously.

He thoroughly enjoyed the sight of his girlfriend beneath him, almost fully naked and squirming under his touch. She squeaked when he pinched her nipple. He smiled at the noise, wondering what else she sounded like.

One hand returned to her breast and the other tightly gripped her butt, Eren moaning when he felt the damp--no, wet fabric between her legs. He kissed hastily towards the spot as soon as he found it, the smell making him salivate and more eager with each sloppy kiss.

He looked up at her once his nose reached the panty line. "Can I please eat you out?" he sounded breathless, starving, like just the thought of licking her out was stimulating his anticipatory feedback loop.

"I don't know what that means." The deep blush on her cheeks was permanent now, with the mental image of Eren's face just above the warmest spot of all now taking residence in her brain. A dangerous image.

"Then can I show you?" He was subconsciously inching his mouth closer and closer, taking the edge between his teeth, praying to his goddess that she says yes.

She nodded, willing but nervous. "Please keep my bottoms on..." she added quietly, starting to feel exposed. The nerves from the unknown were starting to crawl out from under her skin, and the excitement and adrenaline were causing her heart to beat faster than it ever had before.

"Okay," he whispered against her gut, his hot breath tickling the skin just below her belly button. He looked up at her with calm green eyes, a soothing meadow of vibrant grass asking for her to fall into, to relax, and pressed a light kiss to her abdomen. "Okay."

Mikasa craned her neck awkwardly to watch as Eren returned his attention to her skin and lowered further down, until his cheeks were touching the insides of her thighs. Her stomach fluttered as she saw him deeply inhale and lick his lips, and she gasped in embarrassment and covered her eyes with her hand when Eren glanced up at her quickly before pressing his open mouth just above the wet spot, over her clothed clit.

She could feel his smirk as he sucked on the fabric, as he tried to introduce her to the sensation of his head between her legs. She could feel his lips and his tongue through the thin lace, and, when he moved the fabric to the side and his tongue touched her so wet and so sensitive skin, the tingling warmth suddenly spontaneously scattered through her blood to the rest of her body.

"Ahh!" she cried out at the foreign feeling, at the texture of his wet and cool tongue on her hot, untouched skin, adjusting to the heat and waves of pleasure after each swipe of his tongue against the small bundle of nerves.

"E-Eren!" The sound of her repeatedly rambling out his name traveled straight to his cock, and he just had to move a hand from her thigh to his erection, barely satisfying himself physically as he greatly satiated his thirst for her. "Oh, Ere-ahh!" He didn't even really need the physical touch; he could definitely cum if she let him eat her out for long enough.

Her thighs were starting to squeeze against his head and he moaned at the pressure, at the idea of her pushing his mouth further onto her, pushing him to pleasure her more. But the feeling was starting to become tortuously pleasant, almost unbearable, and as her toes curled and as her fingernails dug into his shoulders and as the blood roaring in her ears blocked out every other sound, she orgasm-ed.

"So wet, holy fuck," Eren incoherently mumbled as more fluid flooded out of her pussy, forcibly holding her thighs closer to his tongue to prevent her from pulling away, to force her to feel him sucking and licking--all of it, overstimulation and all.

"Eren, st-ahh! E-Eren, please, stop," she whined breathlessly, the sensation too overwhelming but his grip on her was so tight.

Eren released his hold on her thighs and lifted slightly, crawling over her until his face was in front of hers, only a nose's width apart. He wanted to kiss her, to prove to her how sweet she tasted, how badly he wanted her sugar high.

"You alright?" he asked, chuckling slightly despite still catching his breath.

Mikasa's chest was working overtime, her lungs overcompensating to acquire all the oxygen she moaned out and her heart still pumping to all the right places.

She nodded as soon as she could process his question. "That... felt... so... good," she responded breathlessly, having to take a breath in between each word, a blissful smile across her face.

"I'd love to make you feel even better." His eyes were darker, like the sun had set on the grasslands, leaving various shades of a darkening sunset to admire. Eren's lips pressed to her neck, kissing softly up to her jawline. "If you'll let me," he whispered just below her ear, the sensation trickling down the nerves and shivering up her spine.

Both of them made eye contact and she nodded, leading to Eren practically lunging onto her, their lips colliding a little more haphazardly than before, more greedy, like he was taking what was already his to claim.

He kissed down her neck, sucking and biting at the thin skin as his hand trailed up her thigh, back to that growing wet spot he loved. Mikasa released a shaky gasp as he pressed against it, pressed his fabric-coated finger into the wet hole.

He touched along her clit and ran his hands along the glistening muscles, and she moaned breathlessly as she adjusted to the unfamiliar touch.

"Oooh--Aaah!" Mikasa suddenly cried out when his finger slipped by the fabric and right into her, sliding in so very easily, evoking a surprising moan from her boyfriend as he considered how easily she'd take his cock.

She glanced down at him, eyes wide at the foreign feeling of an object inside her as he inserted a second, and Eren matched her intense stare, crooked his fingers, and started folding them and poking at the velvety tissue.

She couldn't describe it, but she liked this feeling more; the feeling of something filling an empty void--of him connecting with her in a new physical plane. The noises slipped effortlessly from her parted lips and the sweat slid down her body as he bit at her hips and thrusted his fingers in and out of her, alternating the angles and playing with the pace. More for himself.

"Please, daddy, I want you so bad," she demanded hastily, her voice thick with a lustful desire he's never heard before.

Eren froze at the phrase, the only sound being his rapid heart beat, contrasting against the fact that he could've sworn it had stopped. Each pulse rocketed to his cock, throbbing like it was pleading for him to listen to her, to do as she said.

"I knew you liked that," he muttered to himself, not even trying to hide the massive smirk as he lifted himself up slightly. "Are you sure, baby? Really sure?"

He started pulling off his boxers as she fervently nodded, and her eyes curiously dropped immediately to his painfully hard erection, pink and leaky like it was angry for going untouched, causing her face to erupt into various shades of pink.

"Yes," she was breathless, each gasp for air enunciated, "I want this. I want you." She reached her hand to the crook of his neck and pulled him closer, brought her lips to his. "Daddy, I need you."

He was kissing her within a heart's beat, arranging himself over her and moving her thighs around his hips, setting up his cock for what his fingers deemed the best entry angle.

"You have to tell me if it hurts," he mumbled against her lips, drops of worry reflecting the moonlight in his irises. She shivered as she felt what she presumed to be the tip against the muscles, barely touching--hesitating.

Eren didn't wait for a verbal response, only a simple kiss and head nod from her was enough to initiate the process, to start rocking his hips forward and entering her warm, wet, and welcoming cunt.

The pressure was different, and she had to bite his shoulder to take her mind off the stretching muscle--definitely bigger than his fingers. She felt him push endlessly deeper, wondering if maybe he wouldn't fit all the way, if maybe that was her price to pay for inexperience.

She could feel his cock pressing against her walls, could see her lower abdomen expand slightly as he pushed the last bit inside, gasping when his hips connected with hers.

He needed a minute too. To adjust. To reconcile with the countless emotions running through his head. To prioritize one thought and one thought only: pleasing her.

“Think you can take it, angel?” Eren asked lowly, barely taking her earlobe between his teeth before biting down on her shoulder, retaliating for the bite-mark he now proudly wore on his. "Still okay?"

Mikasa breathed out the word "Yes," fully incapable of forming coherent sentences with solid, substantial breaths, and he slowly pulled his hips away. Halfway out before slowly pushing back in.

The drag of his cock carried her body with it, probably developing a car carpet-rash on her back from being pushed up and down with each thrust. She kept her thighs tightly wound around his waist, ground back to keep the contact, to keep the pressure and the fullness inside.

She was rapidly calling out his name, tears forming in the corner of her eyes at the growing ache but the feeling was also fully overshadowed by the pleasurable waves washing through her, like each thrust was calculated to be that way. He soothed her with phrases like, "You're doing so well, baby, taking me so well," and "Such, such a perfect girl for me."

Eren absentmindedly picked up the pace, chasing his own euphoria, while Mikasa continued to wriggle underneath him, continued to rotate her hips and grind down onto his cock when it was already snug inside.

Her thighs were tightening the way they did before, and Eren could feel the sharp pain from her fingernails digging into his back, and he knew she was about to cum again, to scream out his name louder this time. She was whining out, like she was desperately trying to fight the urge, to keep the bliss coming. "Come on, baby, so close--so, so fucking close. Take my cock like Daddy needs you to, baby, the way you're meant to. Fuck, you were so made for me, so perfect for me."

"Eren! Eren, Eren, Eren, Eren, Eren!" She couldn't control it anymore and her body shivered with explosive euphoria, heightened by Eren's cock still fucking in and out of her and having just orgasm'ed for the first time earlier.

Eren pulled his cock out of her as soon as her body stopped trembling and he let himself go, cumming more than he thought he ever has. And when his eyes glazed over the beautiful, fucked-out girl beneath him with pink cheeks and a sore pussy, he felt his heart swell three times its size.

He kissed her, feeling his own eyes well up this time, but fighting the urge out of fear of worrying Mikasa, of making her think she did something wrong when she did everything so very right.

They layed on the lowered seats for another hour, just cuddling and talking about nothing of importance, before Mikasa checked the time and realized it was almost 5am, her parents were going to wake up soon, and she wasn't at home in bed, where she was expected to be.

They both rushed to put their clothes on--Eren asking if he could keep the soaked panties and Mikasa giggling, calling him gross, but still agreeing with that newly familiar tingle between her legs--and scrambled to the front seats. It was 5:30 by the time he was driving down her street.

"You can park in front of my house," she told him confidently, admiring his side profile and eying the slightly visible teeth marks poking from neckline of his shirt, making her blush as she felt the blood rushing to her unregrettably sore pelvis. "They shouldn't be awake yet."

He pulled into the driveway, parked, and turned to kiss his girlfriend goodbye. The long kiss was interrupted by a soft knocking on the window, and a fearful Mikasa pulled away to make eye contact with her mother, an unreadable expression on her face.

Eren waved goodbye to her mother, not wanting to speak for fear of Mikasa's father also being awake and not risking his presence.

"Don't worry. I'm not going to tell," her mother said softly, before Mikasa could even say anything. "I am going to get you on birth control, though. You think I wasn't doing the same thing at your age?"

[seonghwaddict]

save a horse, ride your best friend — song mingi

in which your best friend can’t believe you’ve never ridden a dick before, so he takes it upon himself to teach you.

best friend!song mingi x fem!reader. requested by anon. genre. slight fluff. smut. best friends to friends with benefits. warnings. explicit sexual content mdni, inexperienced!reader, thigh riding, fingering, use of a dildo, big dick!mingi, multiple orgasms, unprotected, creampie, swearing, nicknames (baby, angel, pretty). wc. 4k. rating. mature.

lilo’s notes. this was requested a while ago but i’ve been putting it off because… i’ve never written anything about toys being used so uh, i was worried about the pacing and stuff. i wasn’t sure if you meant for them to be in an established relationship, so i went for the fwb route. IMPORTANT!!!! i lost access to my google account bc of a stupid mistake, if you sent in a request through my google form and would still like me to see it, please send it as an ask <33 i remember a few of them, but do send yours in just in case!!

listening to. need to know, doja cat // if u think i’m pretty, artemas // moonlight, kali uchis

masterlist.

it was a regular saturday evening. you were on a video call with your best friend, mingi, talking about anything that came to mind as you each ate a bowl of ramen as if you were really in the same room. he really only lived a couple buildings away, a two minute walk at most, but actually joining you in your apartment didn’t cross his mind until something interesting was brought up.

you weren’t sure what led to the conversation, but somehow it steered into the direction of something less innocent as you found yourself talking about an embarrassing date you’d gone on a while ago. recounting the story, laughing together, soon turned into a conversation about what each of you like in bed.

“oh, it’s just amazing,” mingi laughed as he gulped down a mouthful of water, momentarily pausing his rambling about how much he loves it when someone rides his dick. he ran a his hand through his short, washed-out pink hair, “honestly, my favourite thing ever since it probably feels just as good for whoever is, y’know, riding.”

based on everything he’s said so far, you came to the conclusion that he was more into giving than receiving, that he got off on seeing all the pleasure he can give his partner. so, it made sense he’d choose to mention the fact that riding him would feel good. not that you would know.

“can i admit something?”

he looked up from his bowl, sharp eyes looking almost hopeful as he nodded.

you looked around your kitchen jokingly, pretending to make sure no one sense was listened as you leaned closer a whispered, your hand cupping the side of your mouth.

“i’ve never done that before.”

his jaw dropped at that, letting out a small laugh. “you’re kidding.”

“no, really,” you insisted, going back to eating casually as if you were having the most normal conversation in the world with your best friend, “i really haven’t done… much, so i can’t confirm or deny your theory.”

“huh.” he leaned back in his chair, crossing his arms as he thought for a moment. his head tilted and it was then that you felt how warm your cheeks felt, how your thighs were pressed together under the counter. of course, he was well aware of the fact that you had much less experience than him, only knowing about two people you had slept with. but damn. he clicked his tongue and shook his head ever so slightly. “that won’t do.”

furrowing your eyebrows, you opened your mouth to ask him what he had meant by that. he beat you to it before you could get a word out.

“i can… teach you, if you want?”

you blinked at your screen, resting your wrist on your countertop and gripping your chopsticks a little too hard. a silence followed his offer, though it wasn’t awkward. in fact, he could see you genuinely considering it as you thought it over. eventually, you gave him a tiny nod.

“i mean,” you shrugged, shifting your eyes away shyly, “sure, i guess. why not?”

he grinned, trying to hide it as he shoved a mouthful of noodles into his mouth and shoved his bowl aside. he chewed, swallowed then got up and made sure to bring his phone with him. you recognised his hallways then bedroom as he walked through his apartment. “i’ll be there in like 15, i need to buy something on the way. just wait there, and where something comfortable and… um, accessible.”

you nodded, despite your confusion, and he hung up. accessible? you looked down at your clothing—or rather, lack thereof. since you were home and not expecting anyone, you’d settled on wearing just a shirt you stole from mingi that was too large for him and much larger for you, and panties. you lifted the hem of the worn shirt, assessing how much of your dignity you’d lose if he saw your pink hello kitty undergarments that you only wore if you were doing laundry.

you could already hear him giggling at the sight.

groaning and cursing under your breath, you dropped the shirt and sped to your bedroom to dig through your closet in hopes of finding something a little more appealing. after making a mess of one of your closet’s drawers, you finally pulled out a pair of less offensive panties. they were made of soft cotton; a muted light blue with thin white lace trim, the cut shaped more like a bikini than what you call your grandma underwear.

deciding they were flattering enough, you slipped off your hello kitty pair—ignoring the embarrassing amount of wetness creating a wet patch right where it was pressed against your core—and replaced it with the new pair. as you untwisted the waistband and adjusted it to fit properly, your doorbell rang and you froze on the spot before pulling yourself together and heading to open the door.

the walk to the door felt abnormally long as you stumbled over on wobbly knees. admittedly, you were a little nervous. sure, there have been times where you wanted to do some more than friendly activities with mingi, but you never actually thought it was happen. yet here you were, opening the door for him so he could come in and show you what being a cowgirl feels like.

“hey,” he greeted you softly, stepping into your home and closing the door behind him. you noticed a small plastic bag in his hand, eying it curiously as you watched him kick off his shoes and hang up his coat. once that was of the way, he took one of your hands in your free one and pulled you to where he knew your bedroom was.

once there, he set the bag down on your bedside table and dragged you to stand between his knees as he took a seat on the edge of your bed. he looked you over, lingering on the familiar t-shirt.

“so you’re the one that took this shirt, huh?” he quirked an eyebrow, glancing up at you as he released your hand and brought both of his to your hips. his thumbs caressed the curve of your waist over the shirt. “it was my favourite.”

you laughed softly, “clearly you didn’t care enough if i was able to keep it for three years without you noticing.”

“you little thief.” his nose scrunched as he glared at you jokingly, giving you a gentle squeeze.

“if you really want it back, you can always take it.”

“nah, it’s fine, keep it. it looks cuter on you anyway.” he took a breath and gave you another once over, humming appreciatively when he moved his hands up higher, dragging the shirt with it until he caught a glimpse of your panties. you tensed, caught off guard by how close he felt. “i need you to relax a little, how about i help you loosen up, yeah?”

you nodded, averting your gaze but returning it to him when you felt him pull you onto his lap. he slotted one of his legs between yours, easing you down to straddle his thigh. his hands ran up and down your sides and few times before resting on your bare thighs, your breath stuttered and he held back a smile.

“are you still okay with this?” he asked quietly, absentmindedly playing with the hem of his your shirt. “if i do anything that makes you uncomfortable, just tell me and i’ll stop immediately and we can just watch a movie or something, okay?” when you only nodded, he continued, “i need you to say it, please.”

“i’m okay with this,” you muttered in return, resting you hands on his biceps, “and i’ll let you know if i need you to stop.”

“good, now…” without waiting any longer, he leaned forward to attach his lips to your neck, his hands slowly beginning to rock you back and forth on his lap.

you sucked in a sharp breath and clung into his arms a little tighter, your stomach fluttering at the feeling of your clothed cunt on his firm thigh, your panties dragging against your clit with ease thanks to how wet you already were. he lifted you slightly as he pulled you towards him, pushing you down as he pushed, the varying pressure making your lips part in a soft whimper. he nearly groaned at the sound, moving his lips right below your ear.

“you know,” he rasped between the licks and kisses, “i can’t deny that i’ve wanted to fuck you for a long, long time now.”

“r-really?”

mingi chuckled as he pulled back to look at your face, half surprised and half needy. he noticed that if he relaxed his hands, you’d continue grinding against his thigh.

“yeah, really. i mean, look at you,” he glanced down, one of his hands lifting the hem of your shirt to watch you ride his thigh slowly, a dark wet patch forming right where your leaking pussy sat. he bit his lip, “you look so perfect… and i bet you’d feel perfect, too.”

you nearly whined at that, fucking yourself on his thigh just a little faster as he sucked a dark mark right above your collarbone before returning to mutter dirty words into your ear.

“i know practically everything about you and your cute little body, you know. better than anyone else,” one of his hands inched it’s way up your thighs, brushing against the edge of your panties, “i’ll make you feel so good, angel, i promise.”

“mingi?” you whimpered, prompting him to lean back a little to look at you with a curious tilt of his head and a raised brow. “if you don’t shut up and kiss me right now, i might lose my mind so… please.”

his beautifully plump lips stretched into a smile as he wasted no time in practically pouncing forward and smashing his lips against yours. it started a little slow as you got acquainted with each other, despite the fact you could feel a nearing orgasm as a knot in your stomach drew tighter with each roll of your hips, but soon the kiss turned hungry.

he groaned into your mouth as you let his tongue explore, making you let out a quiet moan. mingi knew he wouldn’t be able to kiss anyone ever again. you, his best friend of all people, had the most inviting lips he’s ever felt. so inviting, so perfect and so soft. he thought everything about was soft. his hand slipped just under the edge of your panties as his other one made your grinds slow down.

you didn’t mind the slow pace, knowing just a few more rocks of your hips would have you tipping over the edge. but he evidently had other plans as he finally made your hips still completely. you pulled away from his lips with a pout. if you were trying to make him feel bad, it backfired terribly.

all he could think of as he looks at your swollen, red, wet, pouty lips is how much prettier they’d look wrapped around his cock. but he could save that for another time.

“there’s no need to rush, baby,” he chuckled, wiping some saliva away from your bottom lip.

eventually, when he was sure you had calmed down enough, he lifted you off his lap a little and turned to lay you down on your back, pressed against the comfortable mattress as he kneeled on the edge. he gripped your knees and bent them, pushing them closer to your chest with his eyes zeroed in on where your slick was leaking through your panties.

with one hand keeping your knees together and elevated, he ran his other over the fabric, pressing down on where he knew your clot would be and elicit a sweet little moan as you squirmed beneath him. he thought you were so cute like this, you looked so flustered as he gave you nothing but featherlight touches where you needed him most. for now.

“don’t get all shy on me now,” he cooed as he glanced up and noticed you covering your face with your hands, “let me see you, pretty.”

he didn’t continue his touches until you finally removed your hands, giving him a nice view of your abused lips and round eyes, pupils blown wide with lust in a way that had something stirring in his abdomen. and his pants.

he let down your knees for a moment so both of his hands could slip under the waistband of your panties, slowly pulling them down your legs. he actually moaned when he saw the strings of arousal clutching onto the fabric as he dragged it away, snapping when he got too far.

“you’re so pretty, baby,” he murmured, watching your entrance squeeze around nothing, making more slick drip out.

after tossing it aside, he wasted no time in getting your knees back to the previous position and running his fingers through your folds.

“oh, fuck,” he groaned, eyes squeezing shut for a moment as you let out a moan when he tapped against your clit, “you’re soaked.”

he glanced up at you, wanting to see your face as he slowly pushed in too fingers and catching a glimpse of your hard nipples poking through your shirt. your face contorted for s fraction of s second before relaxing, your head tipping back against the mattress as you let out a whine.

he choked back a moan at the tight walls around his middle and ring fingers, the fingers of his other hand digging into your thighs. “sh-shit… you’re so tight. i’m gonna have to stretch you out first, okay?”

you nodded mindlessly, too distracted by his fingers prodding at your sweet spot to care about any words he may have said. but you furrowed your eyebrows and lifted your head when you felt both his hands leave you, finding him reaching for the bag. your curiosity outweighed your disappointment as he pulled something out.

it was a dildo. about as thick and long as the biggest person you had before, and made of what looked to be transparent silicon. your insides tightened at the sight, somehow the thought of him seemingly buying this just for you turning you on even more.

he returned to kneeling at the edge of your bed, leaning down to loop his arm around your waist and lift you up to place a pillow under your hips before letting lay back down.

“couldn’t find one my size, but this should be fine,” he held the dildo and ran the tip through your pussy, collecting wetness as you shuddered, “my cock will just have to stretch you the rest of the way.”

you breath hitched at the implication of his words. so he was bigger than that? your thighs pressed together at the thought of being completely stuffed by him. he chuckled, separating your knees enough for him to have a clear view of your pussy, pulsing and dripping and begging for his attention.

he began slipping the toy into you, filling you up inch by inch and watching your needy hole stretch around it and swallow it up. the sight had him choking back a moan, biting down on his bottom lip.

the stretch had your back arching and pushing yourself against it desperately, feeling like that alone could get you to finish. it only took a few deep strokes for your pussy to get used to the size, squeezing and writhing around it until you couldn’t handle it anymore. your arousal coated it quickly and seeped out with each stroke, squelching sounds filling the room that shot straight to his dick.

when you finally came, your toes curled and your body twitched as you let out a string of and whines and moans, little curses slipping between. he watched with fascination as you came undone right beneath him, not wanting to wait any longer to be inside you. he shoved the toy deep inside you, leaving it there as he leaned back for a moment to discard his clothes, slipping his hoodie and sweatpants off.

when you were brought back to your senses, you found yourself on his lap again, straddling his hips this time as he sat with his back against your headboard. you felt his erectile straining against his boxers and pressing against your core. you couldn’t help but rock your hips against his slowly.

“do you ever ride your pillow?” he asked suddenly, voice dropped what felt like two octaves lower than his regular tone. your eyes widened at the question but you nodded. he nodded too, his hands finding your ass and helping you grind against his clothes length. “this is a lot like that, except you have something in you… and it’s more of an up and down movement… and i’m obviously not a pillow… still, there’s really no right way to do it, just go slow and you’ll figure out what works and what doesn’t. plus, i’m here to guide you.”

he gave your ass a squeeze as if to punctuate his sentence, massaging the soft flesh in his palms. when you felt ready, you dropped your hands from his shoulders to his boxers, palming his length a few times before hooking your fingers into the fabric and dragging it down until his cock sprung out.

he definitely wasn’t lying when he said it would stretch you more than the already-big dildo. he was definitely a lot bigger than anyone else you’ve been with, well over average. you nearly dropped at the sight, wrapping your hand around him and jerking him off, eyes fixated on the angry red tip leaking precum as you passed your thumb over it.

the muscles of his abs rippled and squeezed as your worked your hands on his cock, his head thrown back against the headboard and letting out stuttering moans. all the sounds he made encourage you to sit up on your knees, guiding him through your folds and whimpering as you finally sank down on him carefully.

the two of you moaned at the same time, him at how well you squeezed around him and you at how well he stretched you. you stopped when you reached just halfway, unsure whether or not you’d be able to fit more. his hips jerked slightly as his hands squeezed your hips.

“come on, baby,” he moaned softly, looking up at you with encouraging eyes, “just a little more… we can make it fit, right? just breathe.”

you nodded and as you took a deep breath, he used his hold on your to sink you further down until he finally bottomed out. he cursed silently, the back of his head finding the headboard again as you whined and dropped yours onto his shoulder.

you felt his tip pushing against your cervix, the new feeling making a lump form in your throat as you blinked back tears. this time it took a while to get used to the stretch before you tried grinding back and forth. it was slow, almost painfully so. he was amazed that despite stretching you with two different things, you were still so unbelievably tight, hugging him in a death grip as your raised your hips an inch before dropping down again.

your soft noises were muffled by his shoulder as your hands rested on his biceps, panting and squeezing gently as every inch of him dragged against the sensitive spongy patch in your walls every time you grinded on him. soon enough you were able to lift yourself to his tip and drop all the way down, your wetness letting him slip in and out with ease.

still, you kept the pace torturously slow, savouring each bounce and grind. his hands had left your hips at some point, exploring your body under your shirt, massaging your breasts and tweaking your nipples. he lifted the fabric but kept it on your as he watched your tits bounce temptingly, your puffy pink nipples making his mouth water as he pushed himself forward to take one into his mouth.

your hips stuttered as he sucked and nibbled at your nipples, throwing your head back and arching into his touch as your grinds grew sloppy. he felt your decreasing pace, using the hand that wasn’t teasing your other breast to guide your hips once more. he angled you slightly differently in a way that made your clit press against his pelvis each time he bottomed out, the speed of your grinds picking up quickly as his hips bucked up to meet yours.

his lips detached from your bruised breasts with a popping sound as he leaned up to capture your lips in his once again. it wasn’t much of a kiss, more teeth and tongue and moans and groans than anything else as you swallowed each other’s sounds.

you finished first, pushing yourself down hard and stilling, filling yourself with his throbbing cock and pressing your clit against him. he held you tightly, burying his face in your neck to suck at all the spot he knew would get your to writhe. many tickling fights contributed to his knowledge on all your sensitive spots.

your body twitched as you returned to bouncing on his length, your juices looking at his base. the overstimulation burned a little, making your thighs and knees quiver, but you were determined to get him to finish too. and by the looks of it, it shouldn’t take much longer.

“shit, baby,” he said, halfway between a whimper and a moan, fingertips digging into your hips as he threw his head back in bliss, “‘m so close— fuck, you feel s-so good.”

his chest rose and fell with shallow breaths, bottom lip caught between his teeth. his cheeks and the tip of his ears flushed a deep red, his plush lips a few shades darker and coated in your mixed saliva from your kisses. as you adjusted the angle of your hips, something in him snapped, grabbing your hips tighter and taking over. he took over your movements, thrusting his hips up desperately as you fell forward onto his chest with the sudden change in intensity. his tip pushed itself against your g-spot continually, another knot tightening in your stomach.

the wet sounds of your cunt and your skin slapping against his egged him on until finally he felt like he couldn’t hold back any longer.

“baby, p-please— fuck— please, can i cum i-inside you?” he begged through a groan, “i— please, angel, i-i can’t wait any longer.”

you nodded against his chest with a whine, you were on the pill anyway. not a second later, he released into you, filling you up with stuttering hips. he pulled you down, flush against him and keeping you there as he emptied himself with softly muttered curses, his head dropping to press open-mouthed kisses to your shoulder.

it felt new to you, the warmth making you squirm until you came again without warning. it was much weaker this time but still enough to make you shake in his arms, panting softly after letting out a strangled moan against his skin.

after a few long moments of trying to recover from the shared orgasm, he lifted his head, one of his hands cupping your chin to tilt your head to look at him.

“so,” he started, lips stretched into a smile, “how’d that feel?”

“fucking amazing.” you rolled your eyes at how smug he looked after your confession, not protesting as he leaned forward to kiss you.

this one was much softer than the previous kisses you shared, much more tender. it was a lot shorter too, he pulled away first to rest his forehead against yours.

“yeah?” he whispered, kissing the corner of your lips, “just wait until i hit it from the back.”

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With You, All The Way | myg

☆ pairing: Yoongi x f. reader

☆ genre: ex2l, pwp • angst, smut, fluff

☆ word count: 10k (I have no excuse except for I'm frustrated)

☆ warnings: toxic stuff happens, a lot of miscommunication; a lot of making up and making out; some cursing; mentions of alcohol; explicit smut – kinda soft dom!Yoongi, breast/nipple play (he's kinda a boob guy), fingering, eating out, handjob, blowjob, penetrative sex, unprotected sex (reader is on birth control tho which is mentioned), multiple orgasms, simultaneous orgasms, creampie, some praise, some aftercare

☆ synopsis: Break-ups are rough, more so if you and your ex share the same friend circle. How could a simple and supposedly tame night full of fun games change the trajectory of your relationship that is no more?

☆ playlist: Tinashe – Perfect Crime | Alina Baraz – Between Us | Kali Uchis – Moonlight

☆ a/n: Guess who's back after *checking imaginary watch on my wrist* almost a year 💀 Did I whip this out within approximately two weeks? Maybe. This is the fastest I've ever written, so therefore it's sloppily edited – especially towards the end (I'm not a fast writer, ok? I'll come back to edit it soon). Listen, I was super heartbroken about the concert (still am), so my mind conjured up this beast of a delusional, self-indulgent story. Pls think of me when you go see my man live, especially if it's the Newark show tonight 😭

I started off this story with Marie Claire Yoongi in mind, but with the release of D-Day it turned more and more into Haegeum Yoongi, sooo...feel free to imagine whichever version you want. Happy D-Day era to y'all! Lmk what's your favorite track, your favorite look, your favorite whatever. Let's talk and suffer together lol

Enough of my rambling though. I hope you enjoy reading! As always, if you do – thank you and pls lmk what you think ♡

☆ taglist: @main-bangtansmauyeondan @jwlmnbt (I'm really horrible at keeping track of my taglist which is also due to my inconsistent posting, but if you see this and you remember wanting to be on my practically non-existent permanent taglist pls lmk)

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You shouldn't be here.

You really shouldn't.

Whose idea was it to bring everyone together for a night of fun activities and drinks? Whose stupid idea was it to invite you when your least favorite person in the world is going to be present as well? And furthermore, whose stupid idea was it to seat the two of you within clear vision of each other?

"Don't hate the player, hate the game." Your friend Jimin, the host and therefore perpetrator of all this, speaks with a smirk as if to answer your internal monologue, watching your other friend Jungkook pick up eight colorful cards after being hit with two subsequent draw fours.

Laughter goes around the circle as the youngest tries to rearrange the abundance of cards in his hands.

Truth be told, you could've declined. It's not Jimin's fault things went south with you and the man whose glare avoids you as if his life depends on it. Yet you spot glimpses of his feline eyes set on you when he least expects it, catching him off-guard – and suddenly the fluffy, white rug beneath his feet is a lot more interesting to look at.

"Oh Jungkook, you're almost as rich as Taehyung!" Seokjin jokes, drawing your attention back to the group.

Hoseok joins in, accompanied by an animated cackle. "You're giving Taehyung a run for his money."

You muster said boy beside you, his brows furrowed and tongue poking out in focus. He can barely spread out his set of cards without dropping any. Poor Taehyung.

As the game continues and more and more people yell out Uno in relief until a loser is revealed (it's a close and tedious match between Jungkook and Taehyung, but at the end Jungkook pulls through) you pay close attention to the way Yoongi toys with the rings on his fingers. He always does this when he's anxious. His action is incessant, almost obnoxious in your eyes. You don't like being here any less than he does, but at least you try your damn hardest to pull yourself together in front of your friends. They're your friends as well as his. You haven't had the chance to see them as much lately while he gets to see them all the time – they live together, for fuck's sake!

"_____." Jimin's voice pulls you back to reality. "Lend me a hand?"

"Uh yeah, sure." You spring up from your seat, realizing Jimin asks for your help clearing the table.

While he collects the cards strewn across the coffee table, you make move of collecting empty bottles and cans. In your position, you're slightly hunched over the surface which involuntarily causes one thing to happen.

Your suspicion is confirmed when you look up at your ex-boyfriend shamelessly staring at your cleavage. There's a split second where you make direct eye contact once he grasps the situation – and now things are ten times more awkward.

Taking a deep inhale, you place everything on the kitchen island nearby before returning to your seat. You muster Yoongi's stone-cold, almost dead-like expression. To anyone that didn't witness what happened seconds ago, it probably looks like the regular go-to mood for Min Yoongi. But you can catch the tiny movement of teeth nibbling on the inside of his bottom lip. Oh, he's frustrated. You can't quite determine yet if you're proud of this achievement.

Meanwhile, Jimin sets up the next game.

"This doesn't look like a safe game to be around Namjoon-hyung," Jungkook murmurs, inspecting the tower of wooden blocks stacked on top of each other.

"Hey!" Namjoon retorts to the boy, his lips pulled into a slight pout. "I can play Jenga alright. Just you watch."

There are noises of disagreement going around the group, some of the guys sharing anecdotes on things Namjoon has accidentally broken recently.

"There's a little twist, by the way," Jimin informs everyone amidst the commotion. "Each block has an instruction on the bottom. Kinda like truth or dare – but you don't get to choose."

"Oh!" Seokjin claps his hands once in excitement. "Now we're talking."

Of course, leave it to Park Jimin to make an already awkward evening even more awkward by potentially causing ruckus with whatever tasks he gives out to people. Great.

After a match of rock, paper, scissor to determine who starts (which is Namjoon who already almost has the tower topple over by crouching down to the table), the first few turns go by in a breeze. Nothing too out of the ordinary has been requested yet. Taehyung choosing Jimin if he had to pick someone he would date out of the bunch or Jungkook giving Hoseok a lap dance like there's no tomorrow seem like natural occurrences for a Saturday night in this house.

"My turn," you murmur as you bend over until you reach the stack. Carefully, you pick a piece from the lower half, smiling to yourself as it slips out with ease. That smile fades though as soon as it appears when you flip over the block to read out the demand: kiss a person of your choice (on the lips! No less than 10 seconds).

There are multiple Oohs going around the group. Some are of surprised and enthusiastic nature – some stem from a place of concern.

You're rooted in place, your mouth running dry at the idea of... What exactly? There's nothing to be nervous about. Most of the guys (emphasis on most) wouldn't even make such a big deal out of this for your sake. Also, you're not blind. You've got handsome friends for sure. Each and every single one of them. It's the thought of him and the consequences. Whatever that may entail.

"I don't think this is right." Namjoon comes to your rescue, most likely sensing your discomfort.

"Why not?" Taehyung asks in earnest, visibly confused about the elder's remark. "She's a free woman. She's free to do whatever."

"Hyung," Jungkook chimes in, "I know for a fact she's not gonna kiss you. You can stop sucking up to her."

The youngest's savage comment has everyone in a laughing fit – everyone except for Yoongi of course.

Uncertainty takes over your mind, covering it in a thick blanket. It's been three months since the two of you broke up. Are you still hung up on him? Yes. A hundred percent yes. Does the same apply to him? You can't say for sure. He's been eerily quiet the entire evening, almost too quiet for your liking. He could either be hiding his innermost thoughts or he actually doesn't give a single fuck about you anymore.

Once the laughter dies down, the sound of his all too familiar voice has you lifting your eyes from the little troublemaker in your hand.

"He's right," Yoongi points out plainly, referring to Taehyung. "She can do whatever she pleases. I don't care."

As he finishes up with a sip of his whiskey, the room falls silent. Nobody dares so much as even breathe. Everyone exchanges looks between each other ranging from unease to utter shock.

So he really doesn't care.

"Okay." You catch his attention with these two syllables, his eyes never straying from you as you place the wooden piece on top of the tower. Making your way over to his side of the couch, you maintain eye contact throughout. There's a slight twitch noticeable in his eyes, confusion taking over his features. Once in front of him, you bend over before leaning in – only you redirect at the last second, wrapping your arms around Seokjin's neck who's sitting next to him. You give it no second thought, planting your lips onto his in an instant.

Although in tunnel vision, you can still hear the gasps around the room. You didn't think this through, but you have to commit now which is why you slightly intensify the kiss by parting your lips. Your hunched-over position becomes uncomfortable though, causing you to drop down to one knee beside Seokjin's thigh on the cushion.

He welcomes the closer vicinity, holding you by your waist with gentle hands.

Has it been ten seconds yet? You have no idea. You assume Jimin would count down, but he's probably too stupefied like the rest of them. Throwing in the tiniest of tongue action for good measure, you part again rather sooner than later. A clear sheen of lip gloss and saliva covers your friend's plush lips. His ears are flushed almost a hot pink.

Your job here is done.

Clearing your throat, you turn around to no one in particular. "I'm gonna go to the bathroom. You can keep playing without me."

And with that, you brush past Yoongi's frozen form, ignoring the whispers going around the room.

You've been warned about the sink in the downstairs bathroom not working (once again, courtesy of Namjoon), so you swiftly climb up the flight of stairs to the upstairs bathroom.

Closing the door behind you, you let out a loud exhale before you make your way over to the sink. You don't have to use the bathroom. You just need a minute to breathe. Or two. Or five.

You look up at your reflection in the mirror, the telltale sign of the kiss written all over your lips. Had you known this is how things are going to pan out, you would've opted for smudge-proof lipstick. Turning on the faucet, you dab some water onto the pad of your finger to wipe at the corners of your mouth.

What have you done?

A knock on the door startles you.

"What?" you ask, wondering who it is.

"Let me in."

The deep, raspy tone coming from the other side of the door draws an annoyed sigh out of you. "I'm peeing," you answer flatly.

"No, you're not."

Another heavier sigh passes your lips this time. He's the last person you want to see right now, but something tells you to give in still. "What do you want?" you bite as you swing open the door with so much power you almost detach it from its hinges.

Yoongi steps over the threshold, closing it behind him with equal force. The impact causes the door handle to rattle. He watches you wander back over to the sink, irritation marking every inch of his face. "What the fuck was that for?" he spits with so much venom it's far from characteristic of him.

"What do you mean 'what the fuck was that for'?" You turn to face the mirror, inspecting yourself again. "I did what was expected of me."

Coming up behind you, your ex-boyfriend shoots daggers at you through the reflection. "Are you fucking kidding me? That was way more than what was expected of you!"

"What's your fucking problem? You made it clear in front of everyone, including me, you don't care. Besides"–with your blood pumping hot through your veins, you spin around looking him dead in the eye–"you wanted this. You ended this." You point back and forth between the two of you. "So you don't get to complain now."

He stares you down with what you can now decipher as hurt and rage. "Don't talk about our relationship like it was just a thing. For fuck's sake, _____! We were together for almost two years." His growing distress shows as he rushes a hand through his pitch-black hair. "You took equal part in the downfall. You took equal part in the decision."

A small scoff comes to the surface. "Are you actually listening to yourself? You sat me down and told me this wasn't gonna work out – not me. You came up with all the excuses you're too busy and your career doesn't allow a stable life when you know very well I've tried everything in my willpower to make things work."

His features contort more into agony. "That's because you were never satisfied with my solutions. Who says you were the only one trying to make things work? Nothing was ever good enough for you. I know I have a busy lifestyle, but things always have to go according to your plan. You immediately shut down whenever I suggest something that's not part of your vision."

You roll your eyes at him, partially in anger but also in a poor attempt at keeping your tears at bay. He's not entirely wrong, you're aware of that. It wasn't easy with him, but you could be equally as stubborn. At the time, the glass was simply too broken to put back together – no matter how hard any of you tried. Maybe you needed the time apart to see clearer.

"These past three months were hell for me," you confess suddenly, dropping your head in shame.

There's a beat of silence following your words. "For me as well," Yoongi finally answers, his voice coming out barely above a whisper.

"How come we're so bad at this?" It's more of a rhetorical question, but you genuinely wonder how you managed to stay together this long.

Another pause settles in before Yoongi speaks up again. "I don't think we're bad at relationships. There are things we need to work on, sure. But these things don't come overnight." After wetting his lips tentatively, he continues, "We're already making big progress by talking about this – even if we wanted to strangle each other seconds ago. If anything, we needed this in order to finally be honest and not hide behind a façade anymore."

Your mind takes you back to that fateful day when you talked each other through the break-up. Things were convoluted as you convinced each other you didn't see any future in being together just to avoid addressing the truth and finding a common denominator. It seemed easier this way, running away from your problems and saving face in the process.

Now look where it led you – the worst outcome possible.

Catching a stray tear rolling down your cheek, you muster up the courage to look at him again. "What do we do now?"

He lets out a low hum at the sight of you, his hand coming up to carefully wipe another tear close to spilling from the corner of your eye. "I don't know. All I know is I don't like this. The distance, the avoidance – the animosity."

"Yeah." You let his words hang heavy in the room. Hard agree on this one. "Neither do I."

"And I certainly don't like seeing you make out with someone else right in front of my face – let alone Jin-hyung at that."

His comment has you chuckling lightly. "To be fair, I didn't enjoy it as much as you'd think."

"You're joking." He breaks out into his signature gummy smirk. "Worldwide Handsome didn't do it for you?"

You shake your head, a small smile forming on your face. "He's not you."

At that, his grin grows even wider, his eyes turning into downturned crescents.

"I'm sorry, by the way." You play with one of the bracelets around your wrist, tugging at the golden chain.

Yoongi reaches for your arm, most likely out of reflex as he notices your hesitation. "It's okay. I'm sorry, too." Dropping his hand, he elaborates, "I overreacted earlier. You're not... We're not­..."

He struggles to finish his thought, but you know exactly what he's trying to say. "Do you want to be?" you drawl, immediately wincing at how desperate you sound. Maybe it's still too early for this.

Your concern dissipates as his eyes light up in an instant. "Of course," he murmurs. "I've always wanted to."

The corners of your lips tug upwards again at that. "I do, too," you follow up though you're sure he already figured.

What a serious turn of events. Who would've thought things were going to work out this way? You could hug the world right now. Hell, you could hug the entire universe.

"Should we..." he starts, a mischievous glint glossing over his irises, "shake hands on this?"

Bursting into laughter, you shake your head at his ridiculous idea. "That's so formal. We're not business partners."

"Fine then."

Your laughter ceases instantly as he takes a few steps forward, slowly backing you into the marble countertop behind you.

"Should we hug it out instead?"

You watch the way his tongue swipes across his bottom lip as you're caged in between his arms, the closeness sending your mind reeling.

"Or do you have something else in mind?"

Swallowing down hard, your focus switches between his lips and the seductive gaze he holds you with. "A hug would be a start,” you croak out.

He sends you a crooked smile before releasing his grip around the corner of the sink, enveloping you with both arms for a tight bear hug, his cheek coming to a rest on your temple.

You welcome his touch, bending your arms that are stuck underneath his to clasp around his shoulders. An abundance of warmth and comfort washes over you, so you bury your face into the crook of his neck to take it all in. Words can't describe how much you missed this – how much you missed him.

The two of you stay like this for a while until Yoongi breaks the silence. "Just to be clear–"

You lift your head to get a proper look at him.

"–I do care. I always have, and I always will."

All trains of thought leave you as you stare at each other, the sincerity in his eyes granting them with a spark you haven't seen yet before. You swear there's a magnetic force involved, that's how strong the urge is when you slowly close the distance pressing your lips onto his.

Bliss overtakes you instantly, the familiar feeling of his lips bringing back all the memories of the past two years. Things were never easy between you, but you want to make it work this time no matter the cost.

Once you pull apart, all you can do is look at each other, completely at a loss for words. You catch the way Yoongi's focus switches back and forth between your eyes though, trailing down to your lips before coming back up where it ultimately stays.

He loosens one of his arms around you, bringing it up to rest his hand on the side of your neck. With his thumb, he rubs soothing circles into your cheek.

You close your eyes at his touch, unfurling an arm from behind his back to curl around his neck instead. The other follows the curve of his spine before enclosing around his waist.

"God..." Yoongi murmurs, his forehead coming to rest against yours. "I missed you so much."

Blinking your eyelids open, you catch the moment his open just a second later. "I missed you, too."

This time it's he who draws you in for a kiss, his hand gently tilting your head to the side to grant him access.

There's always been something super addictive about Yoongi's kisses. From the tingling sensation that infests your entire body starting at the top of your scalp all the way down to the soles of your feet, to the funny feeling in your core that has you weak in the knees and lose all sense of self – you could never get enough.

You're done for when he parts his mouth slightly, the tip of his tongue slipping through the seam of yours. You let out an involuntary moan, seeking solace as you tighten your grip around the cotton fabric of his shirt.

He steps closer causing you to part your legs to make space for him. With your torso bent backward into a small arch, he starts planting kisses along your jawline down your neck.

At this point, you're like wax in his hands. Of course he's more than familiar with your weak spots.

His hold around your waist wanders down to your thigh as he hooks your leg around his hip, gently hoisting you up on the countertop. In a painstakingly slow fashion, his lips flutter across your collarbone before they land above the cups of your bustier top.

You can feel his hand travel further up your thigh, shyly slipping beneath the denim fabric of your skirt. Before he can go any further, you gently grab him by the wrist.

Flustered, the male lifts his face from your cleavage. "Sorry, did I–"

"No," you interrupt him quickly. You don't want him to get the wrong idea. "Not here."

"What–"

Before he can ask any further questions, you climb off the counter, dragging him out of the bathroom down the dark hallway.

The door closes behind you with a silent click before you switch on the light.

You haven't seen this room since the break-up. It looks about the same, maybe a bit messier than you remember. The bed looks like it's been made in a hurry, there are a few more clothes strewn around than you're used to from your ex-boyfriend. You're unsure of the emotions that overcome you. They're something along the lines of guilt, shame – sadness.

In your daydream, you don't notice Yoongi coming to stand in front of you. "I'm sorry it's kinda messy," he apologizes, scratching the back of his head. "I didn't expect company tonight."

You solemnly shake your head. "It's fine. That's not it."

It's silent for a beat until he speaks up again. "We don't have to do anything if you don't want to."

Again, you shake your head. "I do though."

The man musters you sternly as if to read your mind. Then he cracks a small smile. "Okay. Me too."

One wouldn't be able to tell the two of you were engaged in a semi-heated make-out session just a minute ago with the way you're gradually closing the distance between you. But once your arms are slung around his neck again, the passion from before resurfaces in an instant.

His hold around your waist grows more desperate with each passing second, pulling you further into the room along with him until you reach the foot end of his bed. In between hungry kisses, he plops down onto the mattress with a soft thud.

You're still in a mostly upright position, a little bit hunched over with one knee propped up beside his thigh as you continue kissing him. It's comically similar to the scene from the living room – although this time it's with the right man. The realization has you chuckling against his lips.

"What's so funny?" he asks, breaking out into a smirk of his own.

You playfully nibble on his lower lip. "Nothing," you lie. "Just thought about how strange life is sometimes."

A tiny squeal escapes you as Yoongi suddenly drags you down with him, your arms coming out just right on time to cushion the fall. "Life is strange," he agrees. "But I like where it's leading us right now."

The mischief in his tone doesn't go unnoticed by you, so to wipe that smile off his face you lean down stealing another kiss from him. It starts off relatively tame before you try to rile him up ever so slowly, lowering your body until you're straddling his waist. Your tongues are fighting for dominance, but ultimately you have the upper hand in this as you pull away, watching him from above in all his glory. Or so you thought because the second you lay eyes on his fucked-out expression, his parted lips so plump and shiny and his pitch-black hair splayed out on the white comforter you swear you lose all sense of reality. Ethereal is the word that comes to your mind. He's nothing short of ethereal.

"Ah!"

Yoongi takes advantage of the situation while you're lost in your thoughts, flipping you over on your back. "Enjoying the view?" he jokes, his gummy smirk on full display.

You snort. "Maybe."

His lips are on you again immediately, retracing their path from earlier as he places kiss after kiss over the curvature of your chest. "So am I."

You're reduced to whimpers when he sucks love bites into your skin.

Once he pulls away to admire his work, he informs you with a straight face, "You know, I had a really hard time not staring when we were downstairs."

You bite your lip, patiently waiting for the revelation.

"But then you helped clearing the table, and they were practically in my face, so–"

"You missed my tits," you interject with an amused smile.

He chortles. "You make it sound so crude." Tracing the intricate flower embroidery covering your breasts with his finger, he elaborates, "Obviously, I love looking at all of you. Not just your tits."

The way he repeats the word has you burst into laughter.

"Stop laughing at me." His cheeks rise into full globes before his face falls again. "I'm serious, I missed seeing your face. You look really beautiful tonight."

Whatever bullshit you were about to say – it's gone. The way his words leave his lips with such sincerity and his eyes are set on you as if to imprint every single inch of your face in his brain renders you speechless. All you can do is show him that you missed him just as much – if not even more. Pulling him down to you by the nape of his neck, you press your lips together again, eagerly running your hand through the strands on the back of his head. It's gotten a little bit longer ever since you broke up, and admittedly you find it kind of sexy.

"In all seriousness though"–Yoongi mumbles in between kisses–"as beautiful as you look in this, I want if off now." Toying with the strap of your top, he gently glides it over your shoulder until it loses tension.

You comply with no questions asked, propping yourself up on your elbows. Yoongi catches on right away, reaching behind you to pull down the zipper. It always amused you how contradicting he could be, his patient character cracking when it came to intimacy, his soft-spoken nature turning more daring and demanding.

A low hum resonates from him at the sight of your bare breasts, and it doesn't take long until his attention is on them again, his hand cupping one of them while he bends down to take care of the other.

The sudden contact has you moaning out louder than you'd like. As he changes up the motions on your hardened nipple, it's hard to keep it down now. Throwing your head back, you relish the onslaught of suckles and licks, kisses and bites.

He switches sides, granting your other boob the same treatment while still squeezing the prior.

You're a mess, to say the least, the dampness sodding your panties a sure indicator of that.

As if he's living in your head, Yoongi's hand wanders down the expanse of your torso before stopping right under the hemline of your miniskirt. Tugging at the seam, he grumbles, "Take this off, too, baby."

The audacity to throw in the pet name as well – you've never been quicker at undressing up until this point. Your hands are shaky as you're fiddling with the button though, so Yoongi comes to the rescue, unbuttoning it at the speed of light yet the veins raking across his hands have your undivided attention, prolonging the moment to infinity.

He slides down from the bed to the floor, taking the obstructing clothing with him at the same time.

There's something about you being stripped down to your underwear whereas he's still dressed that sends uncontrollable tingles to your core.

While leaving fluttery pecks across your lower abdomen, the male slips a single digit under the fabric covering your crotch. "We haven't even started yet"–he places another peck closer to your pelvic mound–"but you're already so wet, baby."

A snarky response is on the tip of your tongue, something along the lines of it being a given when he's been playing with your boobs like a man possessed, but you swallow it down when he drags his finger over your folds, dipping the tip into your slit.

Your reaction is immediate, the whimper passing your lips drawing a smile onto his. "God, I can't wait to make you cum," he grunts, and with that his fingers hook around the waistband of your panties, removing the last remaining piece of clothing covering you.

Any sort of thought dissipates from your mind as he throws your thighs over his shoulders and his mouth connects with your center, licking up your arousal like it's a sport.

You're no stranger to the things he's capable of with his tongue, but this is no match to the times before. His moves are calculated yet determined, taking you to the brink of an orgasm in record time. There's no use holding back anymore, your hand covering your mouth doing little to nothing hiding your whines.

In between all the licking and sucking, Yoongi retracts for a split second, a wicked grin gracing his features. "Getting close?"

"Mh-hm," you hum out breathlessly. "Please don't stop."

He doesn't need another plea from you, his movements more eager than before as he continues eating you out.

Weaving your hand through his thick locks, you watch him from above. His eyebrows are furrowed as he focuses on your pleasure, his hands around your thighs digging deep into your flesh. This sight alone could have you cumming on the spot, but it's the switch-up from small kitten licks to suckles on your clit with the perfect amount of pressure that drives you over the edge. "I-I'm cumming, fuck!"

He guides you through your release, letting you grind on his face as he runs his hands over your thighs locked around his head in a tight grip. Once you're done riding it out, he presses one last kiss to your quivering core, smirking at the way you squirm over the sensitivity.

"Fuck," you curse again in disbelief. The room around you appears surreal. You watch the ceiling above you to regain consciousness. He essentially mouth-fucked you into oblivion.

A light kiss to your temple brings you back from wherever your mind was catapulted to. Outer space or another dimension. No one really knows for sure.

"Still with me?" Yoongi checks on you, his thumb rubbing tiny circles into the highpoint of your cheek.

You swallow down hard, willing your eyes to focus on his looking back at you. The deep brown of his irises resembles that of the Iced Americanos that he loves so much although warmer and more welcoming than the caffeinated drink. "Y-yeah," you manage out.

"Good." He bends down to peck your lips. "Thought I'd lost you for a second."

You might as well be lost for the rest of eternity. Your hands seek for harbor, digging into the sleeves of his jacket. "Take this off," you mumble, impatiently tugging at the garment.

"Alright." Yoongi chuckles at your cute antics, taking it off instantly.

You're not satisfied yet though, curling your hands around the hem of his shirt, dragging it upward until a sliver of his abdomen shows. "This, too."

He shushes you, grabbing ahold of your wrists. "Baby, you're getting too excited."

With your lips in a pout you protest, "I'm not. I just wanna take care of you, too."

His laughter resonates in your ears. "You're gonna get to take care of me soon enough." You're still pouting, so he comes up with a peace offering. "Here, how about this?" Guiding his hand back down to your heat, he proposes, "Give me another one, and I'll let you do whatever you want with me for a while."

You're spent already, your first orgasm having drained your entire energy. But you're willing to go again if that means getting what you want. Nodding your head, you lean back onto the bed.

"Good girl."

Holy shit.

It takes all your might not to melt into a puddle right then and there, but his working hand doesn't give you enough time to even process his words, his ringed fingers already drawing circles on your swollen bud. You gasp out silently, leaving an imprint on the mattress with how hard you're throwing your head back.

His digits expertly tickle your clit as if you're a key on his piano or a string on his guitar, experimentally dipping them into your heat for precise pumps. You thank the gods but also simultaneously curse the devil for making this man skilled with both his tongue and his hands.

It's not long until you feel the all too familiar knot in your core tighten again, squeezing your walls around his fingers as you feel the cold metal adorning them.

"That's it, baby," he growls. The pad of his thumb works your nub while his ring and index finger drag in and out of you with fast strokes. "Almost there."

You barely manage out anything intelligible other than Yeah and Don't stop. Sweat forms on your skin from your neck down to your chest, the golden pendant of your necklace clinging to it. So close, so damn close.

His hawk eyes are on you the entire time, intense and sinister. Not a single twitch of your muscles passes them by. If it wasn't for that crooked smile of his you would think he's studying you, analyzing your every move.

It's easy to feel intimidated under his watch, so to lessen your nerves – and finally bring yourself over the edge – you grab him by the collar, pulling him close to you. "Kiss me,” you murmur as if his lips aren't already pressed to yours.

With one last wicked grin, Yoongi gives in to your request, kissing you as if his life depends on it. He knows exactly how to get you going, lets you taste yourself on his tongue while he produces more of your sinful essence.

All you can do is whimper against his mouth until you break apart, another orgasm ripping out of you sooner than you thought that has your thighs clamping shut and your back arching off the mattress. A string of profanities leaves your lips as Yoongi continues massaging your clit through your high. Your sweaty hand clutching at the comforter snatches his wrist, stopping his crazed motions. "F-fuck okay, stop," you manage out, your throat as dry as a desert.

The man has the audacity to send a soft slap to your folds before pressing a quick peck onto your temple. "You did so well." He peers down at you with a gummy smile as he sits up straight, popping his soaked fingers into his mouth. "That was fun."

You're essentially an empty vessel, watching him with your mouth agape while nothing but a numbing, tingling sensation travels along your limbs. This must be the afterlife. Hell or heaven or maybe both.

"Alright." His voice takes you back to the bedroom. "As promised"–he shuffles to the edge of the bed, spreading his legs–"you have all the creative control now."

A tired chuckle escapes you before you scramble yourself up on your elbows, immediately sliding down to the floor in front of where Yoongi sits. You're quick to work on his belt, looping the leather through the holes although the feeling in your fingers hasn't returned yet.

The sound of Yoongi's laughter fills your ears, and you know you must look like a fool with the way you're trying to get him out of his pants before you even took off his shirt. Oh shit, yeah. You totally forgot about his shirt, but you have all the time in the world. For now, your focus is on something entirely else.

He observes you as you pull down his jeans and boxers in one go, lifting his butt from the bed to facilitate the process for you. He sports this cocky sideway smirk that drives you insane, but you manage to wipe it off his face the second your hand wraps around his length. A hiss passes through his teeth once you start stroking him in an up-and-down motion. Throwing his head back, he lets you take full control.  

You add in a twisting motion whenever you reach the tip which clearly affects the man, his breathing becoming shallow and his whines turning into guttural moans. "I've barely done anything," you tease him just as he did earlier. "But you're already so hard."

That smirk returns instantly though weaker this time. "So what? I get hard watching you get off."

"Mh-hm," you hum unimpressed. "So what you're saying is I can do this"–you bend forward to slowly lick a stripe from the base up to the tip, giving the head a light suck–"and it does nothing for your raging hard-on?"

Whatever response is on the tip of his tongue, it disappears as soon as you put your mouth on him again, swallowing half of his length. "Ah, fuck!" His hand shoots up to hold you by the back of your head. The further you take him down your throat, the tighter his grip around your hair becomes. "Baby..."

You wish you could imprint this memory on instant film. The rosiness creeping up on his cheeks and neck compliment his smooth, milky skin so well. A thin sheen of sweat starts forming on his forehead, the strands of his dark bangs clinging to it framing his face like a picture. He's beyond beautiful, especially when he falls apart under the touch of your hand and the wet, warm comfort of your mouth.

Your head bops up and down at an excruciating pace now, his hard-on covered in slick from your saliva. You ignore the stinging ache in your jaw, planning on sucking him dry. He's always been such a sucker for your blowjobs, so you want to put on the best show possible for him.

"Baby," he repeats, his voice quivering. "Please."

Slowing down your movements, you resort to running your tongue across the protruding vein on the side of his length. "Yes?"

His hands wander down to your arms. "Come here."

"Hm?" You give him one final hard suck before pulling off him with a loud pop. Still kneeling in front of the man, you feign ignorance.

Impatiently, he pulls you up to your feet. "Stop playing."

You practically fall into his arms, straddling him in the process. His hands immediately find their way to your ass, grabbing a handful causing you to gasp. "What now?" you ask innocently, covering him with your slick as you grind down on him.

Drawing you in for a heated kiss, he drags your pelvis down onto his even harder. "Hands and knees, baby," the man orders with a sharp slap to your ass.

You don't waste another second, complying as you crawl off his lap. Getting into position with your butt high up in the air, you can hear his feet shuffle across the hardwood floor. He reappears in your vision shortly after, rummaging through the drawers of the bedside table.

"Shit," he curses harshly. "I thought I had some in here."

No further explanation is needed to understand what he's referring to. Sitting up on your heels, you watch Yoongi run a hand through his hair in distress.

"Can you check the other side?" he suggests, his eyes set on you.

"Sure." Leaning over the edge of the bed, you sift through the drawers though without luck.

Yoongi usually keeps the condoms on his side, the right side. When you were together, you would occupy the left side which is closer to the window. You always preferred the one closest to the window. It didn't matter much to Yoongi which side he slept on, but he made sure yours was always cleared so you could store whatever stuff you wanted. From any type of jewelry you took off before going to sleep, to snacks or books you brought with you that day – you always had your space within his home. And going through what were once your drawers, you realize nothing much has changed. They look rather uninhabited, no traces of you or him – or even someone else which is a concern that crosses your mind now.

He scratches the back of his head. "Fuck..." His voice comes out in defeat. "Maybe I can ask one of the other guys–"

"Don't!" You grab him by the wrist before he can wander off.

Confused, he looks down at your hand then back at you. "Why? You don't want to anymore?"

Shaking your head, you murmur sheepishly, "That's not it." There's a beat of silence as he waits for more. You swallow down the lump in your throat before you elaborate further, "Have you been with anyone else after..."

He holds your gaze, his eyes turning somber at your insinuation. "No."

His answer his short, but it's all you need to know. Min Yoongi might be the master of poker faces, but when it comes to you you can read the man like a book.

"Have you?" he follows up.

You shake your head. "Me neither."

Your reply seems to loosen some of the tension Yoongi was harboring, his body language becoming much more relaxed. Intertwining your hand with his, he inquires with a spark in his eyes, "Are you still on the pill?"

Giving him an affirmative answer, you interlock your fingers with his free hand as well. Your gesture changes the mood for good, his signature gummy smile making its return. You pull him closer until you're chest to chest. Sending him a light peck to the corner of his mouth, you curl your fingers around the edges of his shirt, peeling it off his torso.

He chuckles, raising his arms into the air in compliance. His hair ends up slightly disheveled once the clothing drags over his head. As you're smoothing it out for him, he asks, "Are you sure you're okay with this?"  

You give it another second of thought. It wouldn't be the first time you've done it without extra protection. You started birth control once things became serious between the two of you. Over the course of your relationship, you would stick to double protection mostly to stay on the safe side. Now that you're back here with him and your first time ever since is going to be raw, it puts so much more significance to the situation – but that's what you want. You want to be with him all the way.

"I'm okay with this," you assure him with another peck to his lips. "Are you?"

Nodding his head, he allows you to drag down his pants and underwear that still hang around his thighs, letting them pool around his ankles. You're about to crawl back onto the bed when he stops you midway.

"What?" You look at him from across your shoulder. "What's wrong?"

His arm wraps around your middle, turning you on your back. "I wanna look at you."

With bated breath you watch his eyes linger on your face, taking in every inch of it as if he's trying to paint a picture of you in his mind. God. If he's not going to do anything, you're going to have to eventually –

Cupping your chin, he then kisses you deeply while entering you slowly.

Your reaction is immediate, gasping against his mouth as he sheaths himself inside of you. Thank God. Finally.

The feeling is all too familiar though it still needs some time getting used to. He prepped you well at least, so it doesn't take too long until pleasure ultimately replaces the stinging sensation.

"Fuck," he curses as he moves at a moderate pace. "I missed you."

You hold onto his arms resting beside your head. "I missed you, too."

"I love you."

"I love you, too."

It's like this flips a switch inside of him, his movements becoming more eager and carnal. He fills you up to the hilt, thrusting in and out of you with vigor. The silver pendant of his necklace swings back and forth wildly, grazing across your chest.

Your nails leave crescent shaped marks around his biceps. You're reduced to moans and curses. How long have you been hoping for this? Within those three months without him, you never considered a chance of getting back together – but you also haven't stopped thinking about the possibility of it. It seemed so farfetched due to all the circumstances. You had ruled it out immediately. But your fantasy always ran wild with the idea of it. And now your fantasy has become reality.

A particularly hard thrust has you practically screaming. You're quick to cover your mouth, your hand clasping it shut.

"Don't do that." Yoongi grabs ahold of it, holding it down above your head. "I wanna hear you." As if to test you, his hips rut into you faster and harder.

This ultimately does the trick, and you certainly don't disappoint as you let out lustful sounds loud and clear. Your focus should be on the here and now – in the arms of the man that you love so much. Nothing else and no one else should matter. "O-oh God, Yoongi!"

He sends you a satisfied grin as he sits up on his heels, his hips still snapping into yours. "Turn around."

With a mocking voice you tease him, "I thought you wanted to look at me."

"Yeah," he states nonchalantly, separating his sweaty bangs. "Now I wanna see the other side."

You let out an amused chuckle but abide alas, turning around on your side first before falling forward on your hands, your ass on full display for him.

"Perfect," he praises, caressing your cheeks with both hands. "You're doing great, baby."

Seconds pass before you feel his tip slide past your folds again. The stretch is different in this position, deeper and more thorough. You don't even notice yourself backing into him, your behind pressed flush to his pelvis.

"A little eager, aren't we?" One of his hands comes down to spank you, but before you even get a chance to complain he continues his onslaught, rolling his hips into your backside with deliciously slow yet harsh thrusts.

"Oh my God!" You lower yourself until your chest comes into contact with the mattress. "Yoongi…"

The telltale sound of skin slapping against skin echoes off the walls though they're not enough to drown out your sounds. As he gradually picks up his pace, your moans turn unstoppable. It's like an out-of-body experience – and judging by the noises coming from the man behind you he seems to be thoroughly enjoying himself as well.  

"Fuck, baby…" Yoongi's grip on your hips tightens. "You take me so well."

You desperately nod your head at no one in particular before burying it in between your folded forearms as you withstand his force. There's a burn you're trying to ignore that spreads along your thighs, but the longer you hold out the easier you lose posture until you collapse like a house of cards.

"Here." His hands guide you further up on the mattress until you're on your half of the bed. "Lay down."

You flop down onto your back like a brick, drawing a chuckle out of Yoongi.

As he positions himself beside you, he puts your legs together rolling you onto your side.  

"Oh..." You watch him with wondrous eyes as he settles down onto the space behind you. "This is new."

"Yeah." He grins while looping an arm around you, burying himself in your heat again. "Thought you needed a break."

At that, you chuckle lightly. "How thoughtful of you."

"Right?" With one sharp thrust, he hits you right in your g-spot. "Aren't I thoughtful?"

You moan out as he continuously pistons in and out of you, unable to answer in coherent sentences. "Mh-hm, so th-thoughtful."

His hand resting on your belly trails down to your thighs, spreading them ever so slightly so he can toy with your clit. The other squeezes through a crevice he creates between you and the bed to play with your tits.

When you think this is the highest of pleasure you can experience, he proves you wrong again. As his hips and hands move together in a perfect rhythm, he has the audacity to nip at your neck at the same time. His hard cock driving in and out of your pussy while he draws circles on your clit, pinches your nipple, and laves his tongue over your neck – this overstimulation sends you straight to the verge of another orgasm.

"Yoongi…" You twist your head around, resting it against his. "I'm gonna cum again."

"Okay." His features are contorted, one of the telltale signs of his own high incoming. "I'm about to cum, too."

Grabbing onto the hair on the back of his head, you press your lips together. The position proves itself as slightly awkward but is no obstacle to the heated kiss you're able to share.

Parting for a split second, Yoongi mumbles against your lips, "Should I pull out?"

You give it a moment of serious thought, shaking your head. As much as you loved when he used to finish somewhere on your body, you loved it the most when he finished inside. It always felt the most intimate, connecting the two of you on another level. "Cum inside me," you clarify, your walls already starting to flutter at the thought of it alone.

It's apparent the male is affected by your command, trying his hardest to send the two of you over the finish line. His eyes are shut, and his forehead crinkled into deep creases. "Baby," he huffs out with shallow breaths, "cum for me, please."

His plea along with his relentless ministrations seem to be the final straw for you, that long awaited orgasm exploding within you like a firework. Your eyes roll into the back of your head as you manage out a hoarse moan, involuntarily clamping your thighs shut while your legs twitch.

"O-oh fuck!" Yoongi also finds his release right away, emptying himself inside of you. "Shit!"

You barely register the profanities leaving his lips, but once he's reduced to mere whimpers you come back to reality. You always thought they were the sweetest sound in the world, such a contradiction to the strong and secure exterior of Min Yoongi.

The two of you lie there entangled with one another, catching your breaths. It could be a matter of a few minutes or maybe even an hour that you bask in the afterglow until Yoongi breaks the silence. "Come on," he murmurs, caressing your cheek. "We gotta clean up. Take off your make-up and all that."

You agree although with an annoyed grunt, slowly heaving your strained limbs from the bed one by one. There's a slight chill in the room now that your body has acclimated without the added body temperature from Yoongi and the physical exertion.

The touch of a fabric being draped across your shoulders causes you to jump a little. Inspecting the piece, you realize it's Yoongi's shirt from earlier. Thanking him, you slide it on as you stand up to your full height. Your legs are like jelly and there's the telltale ringing in your ears.

"Can you walk?" Yoongi inquires, coming to stand beside you. He’s back in his boxers, inspecting you with care.

Sending a timid nod of your head, you take a step but stumble over your own feet.

His arms reach out for you just in time to prevent the fall. "I went too hard on you. I'm sorry, darling."

"'s alright," you slur into the crook of his neck. "I liked it. A lot."

A smug grin finds its way onto his features. "Now come on," he chuckles. "Let's get you cleaned up."

You're more than thankful in this situation that Yoongi's room is one of the two in this household with an en-suite bathroom (the other belonging to Seokjin – being the eldest comes with benefits for sure) since your legs almost give out at any step despite leaning onto him while you walk.

After you take care of your situation down there, Yoongi runs a warm washcloth along the inside of your thighs for good measure. You thank him with your mouth agape, watching him in astonishment while you're propped up on the sink countertop for balance. It's beyond you how you could agree to the break-up so easily when he's always been so attentive to your needs, has always taken care of you without you even asking.

"There." He rises back to eye-level with you. "All good now."

You turn around to face the mirror, looking around for the things you need to in order to wash up. "Do you have a spare toothbrush?" you ask.

The man takes a second to process your request before his hand curls around the handle of one of the upper drawers. "I actually..." He hesitates. "I've got a few things you could use."

When he opens the drawer, your breath hitches in your throat. "I forgot I left these here," you murmur, inspecting the items revealed to you.

"Yeah..." Yoongi scratches the back of his head. "When you said you didn't need them, I tried throwing them away, but... I just couldn't."

You fairly remember the scene, storming out of the house after that talk, and when Yoongi told you he still had stuff of yours when you came over to drop off his you answered in anger 'Keep it or throw it out'.

With a trembling hand, you reach for the pink headband next to the rest of your skincare products. You don't want it to happen, but tears spring up in your eyes. Trying to keep them at bay, you throw your head into your neck, but to no avail. The first tears roll down your cheeks, so you turn away from Yoongi in shame, letting them fall freely.

"Hey," Yoongi coos, his hands coming up to rub soothing circles into your arms. "It's okay, honey. It's in the past now."

You feel so endlessly guilty of how things have turned out. All you want is for it to work out with him.

He continues consoling you, "We're gonna do better this time. But we have to be honest with each other." One of his hands slide down to intertwine with yours. "So no more of that hiding shit."

You let him spin you around in your spot. Looking up at him through blurry vision, you wrap your arms around his neck. "I want this to work out, Yoongi," you croak out choked up on tears. "I really want this to work out."

"It's gonna work out," he assures you, his arms around you as tight and secure as ever. "We're gonna make it work."

As you pull apart, he swipes his thumb over the last of the remaining tears on your cheek before placing a chaste kiss on it. The gesture draws a smile back onto your face, soothing your haywire state.

It's so domestic how you stand next to each other now brushing your teeth and doing your skincare routines, pulling silly faces at one another through the mirror – and before you know it you're racing him back to the bed, drifting off into peaceful slumber with his chest pressed to your back.

Sunlight peeks through the blinds as you blink your eyes open. You're sore all over, the memory of last night hitting you like a bat over the head though it draws a smile on your lips – especially since his arm is still draped over your middle.

Carefully rolling over onto your side, you're met with a half-asleep Yoongi, his eyelids still heavy as he peers at you.

"Sorry, did I wake you?" you whisper, your smile widening at his cute face.

He shakes his head, burying his face into the pillow. "Mh-mh." His voice comes out muffled, thick with sleepiness. "I woke up a minute ago or so."

You place your hand on his cheek at which he turns his head again. Rubbing your thumb across his soft skin, you shuffle closer to peck him on the lips.

He seems slightly more awake after that, chasing after your lips for another.

You still can't believe this is how you ended up. All the trials and tribulations brought you back together in the end. A huge thank you is due to be said to Jimin.

Yoongi props himself up, looking around the room in search of something. Once his eyes land on the bedside table next to you, he speaks up, "Pass me my phone, please?"

You hum out in affirmation, bending over to the side to retrieve the device.

He settles back down on the bed when you hand it to him, welcoming you with open arms as you cuddle up to him. Tapping on the screen, he unlocks the phone to a plethora of messages. He opens the most recent chat with Jimin.

You're not one to sneak a peek, but it's hard not to when it's right in front of your face. When you read the last message, heat creeps up into your cheeks.

from Jimin [12:04 AM]

i'm glad you guys managed to "talk things out" 😉

"Oh God." You hide your face in the crook of his neck. "They know."

"Of course they know," Yoongi replies with a chuckle. "We were gone for the rest of the night." He types out a quick reply before tossing the phone onto the space beside him. "On top of that, we weren't exactly quiet," he jokes, wrapping his arms around you pulling you flush to his chest.

You linger in embarrassment for a little longer until you can't help but laugh along with him.

A soft knock on the door ends your chatter early to which Yoongi answers with a chipper 'Come in'.

The door cracks open ever so slightly, the chestnut-brown of Seokjin's mop of hair coming into sight. "Everybody decent?" he questions before correcting himself. "Well, you wouldn't have told me to come in if not." Swinging the door open wider until he's more than a floating head without a body, he adds, "Uh... Breakfast's ready."

"Alright, thanks," the younger male responds. "We'll be down in a bit."

"So you guys are good again?" The corners of Seokjin's mouth tug upward as if he doesn't know the answer already.

Yoongi sends him an assuring smile. "Yeah, we're good."

"Good, good. That's a relief." It looks like he's on his way out before he adds with a teasing grin, "Otherwise I would've had no other choice but to ask for your hand in marriage, _____, because that kiss last night was something else. Like wow–"

A loud thud sounds as Yoongi throws his pillow at the older male with full force. Seokjin's fast reflexes save him though as it knocks against the closing door instead.

You shake your head at the eldest’s shenanigans.

"Say…" Yoongi starts again, acting as if what just happened a second ago didn’t. "I’m gonna have to go on some trips starting next month."

Your ears perk up at that.

"I know I can’t take you with me on all of them, and I’m not gonna force you, but…" He studies you with careful eyes. "Do you think we can make something work? Like you keep me company for at least one of them?"

Tracing shapes across the smoothness of his chest, you answer, "It’s a little short notice, but I’ll talk to my manager first thing Monday morning."

He cracks a crooked smile. "If not, we’ll figure something out."

"We’ll figure something out," you repeat as an assurance to him but also yourself. "What’s important is we both gotta be comfortable with what we’re doing and be patient with the process. Chances are things aren’t gonna run smoothly right away."

His smile grows wider at your addition. "Yeah, exactly.” Pulling you closer to his chest, Yoongi says the next sentence with an underlying tone of regret. "I hope you know it’s not your fault."

Your fingers curl tighter around his figure.

"I was just as guilty myself, I made just as many mistakes." Tucking a loose strand of hair behind your ear, he trails, "So please, don’t put all the blame on yourself."

Last night you would’ve cried in an instant, but you’re in a much better state this morning. Now you know you both have things to improve in order to move the relationship forward.

Lifting your head off his chest, you nod at him with a small smile. "Thank you for letting me know. And the same goes for you as well."

He reciprocates your smile before pulling you down towards him, pressing your lips together. "I love you," he repeats the words from last night.

Your heart flutters in your chest. "I love you, too." You resume the kiss, your hands roaming around his naked torso. "Do you think breakfast can wait? I feel like"–slinging one leg over to the other side, you straddle him–"I was kinda lazy last night."

At that, he gives you an all-knowing grin and the rest is history.

[starsnores]

Trust Me - A Meuloz Playlist

i don't think i shared this bc i wasn't entirely happy with it but i was listening to it again and it's good enough i think. It's short and jumps around genres a lot but i like the songs :o)

Track list below!

Bratz Doll - WHOKILLEDXIX

I think I'm a goofball, she still showing love I just seen her slip something funny in my Henny cup

silly putty - phem

Get you on your knees, we could start our own prayer group Shit, I kinda wanna marry you

Mary On A Cross - Ghost

And after all the sorrow we'll be riding high And the truth of the matter is I'll never let you go, let you go

Moonlight - Kali Uchis

Find out how it feels to let go of everything Be free When you're here with me

The Love Me or Die - C.W. Stoneking

Matilda's waiting in Hell for me too All 'cause she died from a bad hoodoo

AM I DREAMING? - Alexis Munroe

Bury my body, promise I won't make a sound Am I dreaming? The way that you touch me, swear it was real

I Kill Everything - DeathbyRomy

Just when I thought that we had formed a connection I got a message from the one up above

Prick! Goes the Scorpion's Tale - Emilie Autumn

Awake from your dream, frog maiden Skin green as the emerald sea Let me tell you a tale of a love that did fail Prick, prick, prick! Goes the scorpion's tail

[teopatra]

💙 Happy Blue Moon🌕 💙

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Posts like these you don’t sea 👁️ often .. maybe once every blue moon 🧿👄🧿

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Todays pick a pile messages are songs since Pisces energy and full moons are likened to mermaids whom are know for being sirens 🚨 🧜🏽‍♀️ 🧜‍♂️

Message 1:

During the full moon transit you’ll feel like there is a stillness in their air. Kind of like when the ocean gets eerily calm before a storm. A peaceful terror. You could feel the urge to be by yourself more or hermit in your own energy; it will befit you to turn off your devices and just listen to the sounds around you and your mind. The best thing you can utilize your phone for right now is noting your synchronicities and your feelings. If you notice people being distant don’t take it personally, but pay attention to how that makes you feel and the conversations people have with you especially your tone. Others you know are facing introspection and are delving into the deepest parts of their psyche. The intensity of repressed emotions may be too much for most to handle. I noticed my social media page engagements are lower than normal today, it reminds me of a ghost town with nothing but tumble weeds lol that’s the energy of this Pisces full moon. Work with quartz crystals, protect your immune system and indulge in a warm bath, shower, or foot soak since Pisces rules the feet.

Message 2:

At this time you will experience MORE lucid dreams. Pay attention to the people in your dreams and what these particular people may say to you in your dreams. It’s one thing to be lucid in the dream state but it’s another to wake up with dream amnesia. Why is that? Bc something in your waking life is not aligned with your higher self meaning you could indulging in bad habits like not getting enough rest and over saturating your third eye with too much media. You’re prob a creative person or a water sign so you should be clearing your mind. Create something that is visually stimulating for you to aid in your create process and ease/unload the mind; mercury rx is cashing a lot of mental tension rn. A salt bath, a foot soak with pink Himalayan salt or you may need to gargle with salt water to unblock throat chakra blockages. Try sleeping next to grounding crystals and dream enhancing crystals like blue apatite. Also don’t sleep directly next to your phone, turn TV’s, mirrors, phones, tablets, and other types of black mirrors away from your bed if you can. If not try covering them with a towel or something light. Work on protecting your aura and strengthening your auric field

Message 3:

Worrying about an ex at this time is unhealthy for you. As much as you may think this person will change it’s not up to you to focus on them, pour into yourself wholeheartedly and you’ll see where your shadow work needs to be done and why you feel the need to give to someone who probably doesn’t have your best interest at this time. I see a lot of people from your past being nostalgic over you, but that is none of your concern anymore. Turn from the past and be open to all possibilities ( this is the mantra for piscerian energy). Your destiny is waiting for you, but you are holding on to your karmic energy. The moon has met up with Saturn as he’s been transiting Pisces since the beginning of the year, so challenge yourself to let go of the things that aren’t serving you and you know what they are. Also everyone seems to be on edge so it’s best to just be quiet stay out the way and mind your business until mercury retrograde blows over. If you’ve been overindulging in tarot stop, OR you may notice that tarot isn’t resonating with you lately like it used to. Try intuitive games to improve your own cartomancy or tarot skills if you’re into that

Message 4:

I see you have done a lot of shadow work over the years and it has caused you to feel a bit isolated at times and that’s because others have not done ENOUGH self development therefore you are not resonating with most people. You are supposed to soar and it may feel lonely at the top but know that you are an example of Christ consciousness to those around you. you are a beacon of light that illuminates a path behind you. You are not a flash light searching for dark spots. Reward yourself for how far you’ve come and don’t stop because this is how you will romanize your life turning fantasies into reality. The full moon wants you to relax and to plan ahead so you can have a more fulfilled day. Pisces is a mutable sign meaning ever changing , therefore this energy can be a bit sporadic. Which isn’t always bad, BUT I see time can easily evade you if your daily intentions aren’t set properly. You’ll see what I mean if you haven’t already. I see you thinking back on this post weeks later like ohhhh now I get it. 🤭 also eat some more vegetables, try making more home cooked meals bc it’ll be therapeutic .

Message 5:

Please be mindful that with most people in their late 20’s experiencing their Saturn returns with the moon currently in the same sign as Saturn may force you to observe people change for the better or for worse. It all depends on one’s karma and the work they’ve chosen to do or lack thereof. With the sun being n Virgo and Virgo being the sign of the hermit, the change of season will cause you and others to recluse and maybe even become lethargic. For example during this time of year most people go back to school, and as the older generation phases out and retires, the old “students” are the new teachers. I see a lot of millennials changing the dynamics of school systems compared to how we experienced it growing up. You are the future, help your inner child and inner teenager even if you’re an adult by connecting with those younger than you. If YOU are a teenager pay attention to those in their mid to late twenties. A lot of times we think our lives are going to go certain ways and end up something completely diff. Just know that if you’re aspiring to do something that may not need a traditional education don’t waste your money going to school for something you don’t even really wanna do or you’re doing it for just the money or to satisfy family. Find the moon tonight and do some moon gazing , stare at her and let your mind wonder off; your higher self will handle the rest.

Message 6:

People want to know what you’re up to 👀 I see you have a magnetic energy like the moon. People stare at you like they do the moon, for some reason I see you’re a walking personification of a mirrored portal. You are a conduit of the higher dimensions, you see a person but they see you as a hypnotic metronome. Just like the effect the full moon has on mythological creatures like mermaids and werewolves, I’m seeing you know you had some time of power of psychic gift but you’ll begin to resonate with being other worldly as your gifts play out in front of you. Pisces energy is about illusions and for some reason you create an optical illusion that doesn’t play tricks on peoples eyes but their minds 😵‍💫 THIS message will only resonate with a small few but please comment if you experience any weird nuisances. With great power comes great responsibilities, be careful not to put people in trances at the wrong time, don’t stare at people back if they stare at you but if it’s a lover stare and you’ll both take an astral trip. Please move in silence at this time and work on grounding. Going into hermit mode will benefit you and please don’t get distracted by lust bc I see that being the side effect of this heightened power rn like a hungry vampire. Also stop trying to be captain sage a h*e and realize how earthly you’ve been, lighten your aura in weight.

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🩻This is your time to illuminate the truth deep within you bc you already hold the answers you seek.. there’s no research to be done at this time because you have spent the time and effort. Now you are reaping the rewards

[clementine-writes-things]

Bonnie And Clyde - E.N

Summary: Edward gets kidnapped and tortured by hitmen who try to get y/n's whereabouts out of him. Y/n goes undercover to save him. Short but gooddddd!

Content Warning: Explicit language, gore, mentions of r*pe, blood, y/n being clumsy, torture, lovey-dovey, y/n being playful while being violent, comical violence/killing, y/n calls Ed 'riddles', think harley quinn joker dynamic (except not abusive :D cuz LET'S NOT ROMANTICIZE ABUSE OK? Shouldn't have to say that but JOKER AND HARLEY ARE NOT COUPLE GOALS!)

Songs for Inspo:

Moonlight - Kali Uchis

Murder In My Mind - Kordhell

all I want is you - Rebzyyx, hoshie star

Cheri Cheri Lady - Modern Talking

Art Deco - Lana Del Rey (mother)

#Brooklynbloodpop! - SyKo

(lord have mercy HOLD ME BACK IM GONASFEGIAJWSS)

READ BELOW CUT

Edward glared up at the people before him, blood trickling down his nose after the punch he had received. His shirt had blood splattered on it from them pulling a few of his teeth out. One of the men crouched down in front of him, grabbing a fistful of his hair and yanking him towards him.

"Where the fuck is she?" He growled.

Edward smiled, his bloodstained teeth showing. A few chuckles left his throat as he swirled his tongue around his mouth. Pursing his lips he spat a mixture of blood and spit onto the goons face. He burst out laughing, legs kicking as much as they could in his restrained situation.

"You motherfucker...we oughta just kill you."

Edward gasped, his mouth agape, saliva falling down. He shook his head frantically. The men around him rolled their eyes as he continued his dramatic ways.

"Oh no! Don't do that! P-Please! Anything but that!" He fake pleaded, laughing as he stuttered.

"This guys getting on my nerves. Why do we even need him?" One of them asked.

"To figure out where the fuck y/n is. That bitch owes us money. Or maybe..." The head goon said, looking at Edward.

"Maybe we'll accept another form of payment." He smirked foully.

Edward's giddy demeanor fell instantly, his bloody smile turning to a grimace. His eyes narrowed and his fists were clenched. His kidnappers grinned at this, finding his weak spot.

"She'd never fuck any of you. She loves me more than your own mothers loved you. Plus, you're not her type. She likes smart guys. Clearly not your forte." He spat.

"Who said we were gonna ask?"

Edward lurched forward in his chair, the duct tape keeping him down ripping slightly. Two of the men went to his sides, holding his arms down. A fire was in Edward's eyes and he felt his chest heaving.

"You better hope I don't make it out of here! I'll gut you like a fish and put your head on a pike for speaking about her like that!" He yelled.

The head man rolled his eyes. Turning around behind him, he looked towards the tools he had on a table. Smirking, he grabbed a scalpel and turned back towards Edward.

"Let's see if she'll still love you when you have no eyes..." He chuckled.

Just then, a loud crash could be heard from above the empty warehouse they were in. All the kidnappers, including Edward, looked up towards the metal staircase that led to the second floor. It was silent for a few seconds and then another loud crash could be heard as a person stumbled down the staircase. Edward smirked to himself as he saw it was his loving girlfriend. The goons all cackled.

"Ow, that hurt! You know you've got tripping hazards all over this place. I could get OSHA involved..." She grumbled, dusting off her clothes.

"Listen toots, here's the deal. You come with us like a good girl, or your boyfriend here gets a bullet in the head."

"Hm. That's a real tempting offer but it doesn't interest me. Here, I'll give you a better one. You hand my Riddles over and maybe I'll let you leave with your life. Seems pretty fair, right Riddles?" She asked, winking as she placed her hands on her hips.

"That's quite a good offer! You're always so considerate, sweetheart." He grinned.

"Is this bitch serious? What a nutjob. Kick her ass, but keep her alive. We need her."

"Bitch?! Did you just call me a bitch?! Only Riddles can call me that during the nasty. And YOU are NOT Riddles!" She screamed, stamping her foot on the ground.

The men charged at her, Edward bouncing with glee in the chair as he watched what was happening before him. Y/n glared and pulled out a shock baton from the holster on her back and a pistol from her back pocket. Turning to her right she shocked the man in the leg, quickly swinging her leg and kicking him across the face. Once he fell to the floor, she turned forward, firing a bullet between the mans eyes. The final guy's eyes widened as he backed away from her. Blood was splattered on her face due to the close range at which she shot the last guy.

"Y-You can leave with him. Just don't hurt me." He pleaded.

Y/n walked towards him, pressing her shoe down on his chest. She tilted her head, humming to her self. Turning towards Edward, y/n shrugged her shoulders and walked towards him. With her gun pointing at the head goon the whole time, she used her knife to cut Edward free.

"Should I let him go, Riddles?" She asked, walking back over to the guy on the floor.

"I'm not so sure darling, he was saying some nasty things about you." He grimaced, spitting on the man.

"He was!? Like what?!" She exclaimed.

Edward leaned over and whispered in her ear. Y/n's eyes widened and her eyebrows furrowed, face blood red. She growled, leaning over and pressing the gun directly on the guys crotch.

"You're disgusting!" She said, firing the bullet.

The man screamed in agony, blood pooling beneath him. Desperately he tried to crawl away, albeit slowly. Y/n ignored it and turned to Edward, wiping the blood off his face with her hand. She frowned, hugging him tightly.

"What did they do to you, Riddles!?" She cried.

"Pulled a few teeth, darling. Nothing I can't fix." He winked.

"Ooh! We can get you gold teeth! Real shiny!" She clapped happily.

"What a brilliant idea my love, now come here." He ordered.

Y/n fell into his arms, wrapping her own around his neck. Edward grabbed her waist and yanked her towards him, kissing her deeply and passionately. Y/n moaned into the kiss, lifting her leg up and wrapping it around his waist. Edward chuckled and pulled away, wincing.

"Still hurts, darling. I just missed your lips." He winked, reaching down and pinching her butt.

Y/n slapped his hand playfully and giggled.

"Blood looks good on you, Riddles." She winked.

He grabbed her waist as they both walked toward the man crawling across the floor. Edward grinned devilishly while looking down on him. Sighing, y/n walking in front of the guy, sitting criss-cross. He groaned as he looked up at her. She twirled the gun in her hand.

"Y'know, I thought it would be a lot harder to fight you guys. I even fell down the stairs and still got the upper hand. Very disappointing. Now, I was gonna spare you but, I changed my mind. Seeing as you tortured my boyfriend and said such vile things about me. You understand. Anyways, night night!" She giggled before shooting him in the head.

Standing up, she stretched out her back with a soft groan. Edward walked up behind her, hands trailing up her body. Y/n moaned, turning around to face him.

"Let's get you home, Riddles. I missed you!" She frowned, holding his hand as they walked out of the warehouse.

"I missed you too, darling."

[puckness]

hi i like my singing monsters ships so im gonna give them songs (most of these are laufey, sorry) also there's a lot of loodvigg ships for some reason, they just pull i guess galvhamp - messages from the stars by the RAH band, they often find themselves stargazing with each other, talking about the other celestials constellations and their own ! whenever they do this vhamp feels as though they're in a trance, like galvana is so dreamy.. glaimoz - valentine by laufey, glaishur isn't used to feeling affection from anyone and becomes standoffish whenever attmoz bombards him with love scaravigg - lovers rock by tv girl , i dont know how to explain it. listen to it and you'll see loodnoss - write me letters by hot freaks, furnoss is too awkward to actually talk to loodvigg so they write them letters ! it's hard to describe love in just words thugh, they'll figure it out eventually

hornasoom - moth meme by whose rules, hornacle's cute and persuasive attitude impresses blassoom who gives in, little did hornacle know blassoom has liked them all along !! scarasoom - trigger of love by jawny, the "gun" in this song is instead replaced with scaratar's poison, since they constantly struggle to show their love because of it. but blassoom doesn't mind, even if they have to wear multiple layers of protection just to get a hug from them glaivigg - la seine by vanessa pradis - glaishur thinks that loodvigg is a divine creature that sways so elegantly whenever he moves, they think this because glaishur is like strong and hefty while loodvigg is frail and weak attvigg - from the start by laufey, loodvigg admires attmoz for being so confident eventually resulting in a crush hyehenin - moonlight by kali uchis, strombonin is usually always alert and self aware but when they're with hyehehe all of their worries seem to disappear, even if its for a small moment hyehelisin (hyehehe cataliszt and strombonin) - forever by the little dippers OR let you break my heart again by laufey, forever a short song with mostly the beat but cataliszt and hyehehe show the normally cold hearted strombonin love that they're not used to feeling. (also cataliszt expressing their love for both of their partners, they're a hopeless romantic as well). while let you break my heart again is characterized by cataliszt's worry of hyehehe or strombonin breaking their heart, they would gladly let it happen and let it reoccur again and again which is how hopeless they are rare yawbonin - beautiful stranger by laufey, rare yawstrich finds themself staring at rare strombonin but thinks that they'll never be in love since their demeanors are so different nebudoo - all mine kali uchis, boodoo troubles themself by thinking that nebulob could get hurt, so they become protective and refuse to leave their side at all costs (unless nebulob wants them to leave, but nebulob loves them staying near their side) arackuprey - kiss me again radio edit by roy bee - they're just. really lovey dovey. they love each other so much repagull - hatachi no koi by lamp, they're literally fire elements so it's like warm love! they show each other countless acts of affection which makes their body temperature warm up

[blackamethyst04]

Roses and Bombs

(Pt. 1)

Spencer!Reid X Fem!Reader

Date Night With Spency! Turns into a distracted case.

Warning: Fluff, Violence, terrositsm, blood Arguing, Mentions of SA, and Romance.

(I wanted to make something different from Smut.)

:readmore:

As the moonlight beamed on the roads in a busy streets. You pulled down your dress, pulling on some jewelry. It’s been a while since you and Reid have gone on a real date. Thankfully you didn’t get called into work. It was perfect. The perfect temperature. You pulled on your shoes. It was not common you dress up. You decided on a black dress, some tinted stockings and a light weight jacket with some boot heels. You pulled a bag over yourself as you headed to the door Justin time for Spency to arrive. He was wearing a dark suit as he handed you some roses.

You smiled at him as you pulled him into a hug and kissed him in the cheek. He wrapped his arm around you as he walked you to the car, pulling open the passenger door for you, closing it after you got in. He then went to the drivers side.

“You looked wonderful by the way.”

He said. You smiled and smelled the roses. Hiding your smile in the flowers. Spencer was always the romantic type. That was your favorite thing about him. Being with him to so long really helped you accept the little things he does. You could tel how he was feeling with the way he moved and looked at you. You seemed to understand what all of his nervous ticks were. When he would chew on the inside of his mouth and zone out when he focused. When he would flip the pens in his hand or play with his fingers when he was nervous. The way he would look at you when you said something that made him upset, or if you said something that he really enjoyed listening to. You knew how to make him smile. You loved his smile. Simple things, like telling him that you loved him. And making him flustered when you complimented him. He loved how you were both so smart, and bounced off of each others ideas.

“Thank you my love, You look very handsome today.”

You said. He slightly became flustered, licking his lips trying not to smile. As he drove he placed his hand on the side of the stick shift, you then held it. Your hands locking. You should sense his heart beating. His pulse quickening as he pulled to the restaurant. Was he nervous? You turned as he parked the car and quickly got out, opening the door for you. You guys walked to your tables. Sitting down and ordering food. As you ate your dinner and had your small talk you guys began to get more intimate with the conversation.

“So, uh. Would you ever raise children?”

“I wish I could have children, but I’d love to adopt and foster. Only, I’d your are by my side Spency.”

You said. He looked down trying to hide his blush. The fact that you guys have been together for so long and still manage to fluster each other is baffling. As you finished up dinner, you guys decided to go on a walk around the pier. One of your favorite things to do. That and enjoy ice cream like children. As you walked and listened to the waves crash. You felt like Spencer wanted to tell you something. You looked at him turning around to face him as you walked backwards.

“What’s wrong Spency.”

You said holding your favorite ice cream in your hand. Spencer seemed to look at the ground avoiding eye contact before trying to look at you. He stopped. Walking, your did to. He began to fiddle with his fingers.

“The truth is. Uhm. The average relationship length lasts between, uh 9 months too 2 years. 70% of relationships fail in the fir-first year. And- well..”

You looked at him. Your eyes matching his. He seemed to lose his train of thought. You looked at him. Was he about to break up with you? Or did he think you were gonna break up with him.

“Spencer. We have been together for nearly 5 years. Yea we had a break in between. But, I am sure we are okay. Spencer you know you can talk to me about anything.”

You reassured. As you took a another taste of your ice cream. He looked around nervously as he began to talk again.

“Right. Right, what I mean is. I love you and I- damn it”

He said as he reached in his pocket to grab his phone that seemed to be ringing. You sighed as he quickly hung up, closing his phone before he tried to speak again.

“I just. I really love you and I jus-“

He started before hearing your phone ring. You sighed as you grabbed it. Turning the ringer off. Before you turned back to him.

“Go ahead Spencer. It can wait. I’m sure they can wait.”

You said. Before Spencer’s phone started to ring again. He grunted in frustration as he answered it.

“What! Oh..oh hey Hotch…”

He said giving you a wide eyed look. You sighed as he continued to speak. Looking at you as he tried to have the conversation.

“Yea sir. On the way now. Got it. Sorry.”

He said. He then hung up the phone turning back to you. As he put the phone in his pocket.

“We have a case.”

“Damn, does this place never sleep.”

You said. You walked quickly Reid right beside you as you made it to the car. Tossing the ice cream in the trash. The drive was quiet, almost awkward. But, you pulled into the BAU. Walking straight into the building hopping in the elevator.

“You never finished what you were saying.”

You said. Breaking the Silence. He turned to you. As the Elevator dinged to your floor.

“It can wait.”

(It’s time for a break besties, this is quite longer, and idk if the read mores are working. So take a pause, drink some water, get a snack, and enjoy!)

He said. You both walked into the meeting room, seeing the whole team already seated and comfortable as if they had no life outside of work. They looked at the both of you. Who seemed to be matching.

“Oh wow, where you guys on a date? You look great. I didn’t know you dressed up like that y/l/n.”

Morgan said. You glared at him in a joking way as you guys sat beside each other. Looking at the case files. Opening the files to watch your wonderful night have a horrific ending. Jj began to go over notes.

“Sorry, we wouldn’t call you in on this night if it wasn’t important.”

Jj said. Reid looked at the files and mumbled under his breath in frustration.

“It better be important.”

No one else heard it, but you did. Well you hoped no one else h are it. Reid was Definitely upset about something. He was so distracted, Reid hung his hand on his side, tapping the underside of the chair. As he tapped his foot. You looked over, and back to jj, before you held his hand. Stopping him from tapping, he looked at you then back to the case. As you did this Spencer seemed to calm down. As you guys got on the jet. You sat at the two seater with the table Reid Sitting in the back alone despite there being a empty seat beside you. You sighed as Morgan sat beside you.

“Okay, victimology. It seems the Unsub is targeting thr school of course. But the question is who, and why.”

Rossi said. You looked down at the notes, as they group talked about their theories. You clicked your pen a few times. As you looked at the bomb threat.

“This was on a elementary school? That doesn’t seem right. Usually they are on high-schools or colleges or even middle schools. I’m going to guess that something happened to the person who made this at that elementary school.”

You said. Reid continued to bounce his leg. This made you Anxious bouncing your leg. You continued to talk about victimology and going over case studies as you noticed Derek texting. Before getting a text Message on your phone.

Derek: What’s up with Reid

Y/n: I don’t know. He was fine when we were on the date.

Derek: hopefully he isn’t like this the whole time.

You turned to Derek. And shrugged before you felt the plane Land. You were then separated into groups.

“Y/l/n and Rossi will set up in the school, Prentiss and Jj, you guys are in charge of the media and making sure this doesn’t get out, Reid, Morgan your with me. We are heading to the police station.”

Hotch said. With that you guys separated off into your groups. You and Rossi talking to students in school. Observing the actions of the kids. Going over rules for evacuation. When the school day ended you got what you needed, heading to the police station to meet up with everyone, going over what you found. You noticed the tension in the air between the Cops and Reid. Also with the team.

“What did you guys find.”

You asked. As everyone began to explain what they found so you can put your ideas together for the profile.

“Turns out the Elementary school as a long line of rumors. Lots of he said she said.”

Rossi explained.

“We heard similar reports at the station. But no one will tell us what kind of rumors there are.”

Derek said, Reid stood there, his arms crossed.

“Well, if we are hearing similar things. Perhaps they are not rumors. Obviously if multiple people have the same story, then maybe they just choose not to believe it.”

Reid said with a dark tone. You looked around. You noticed a officer walking by.

“Hey, Officer. Can you tell us what kind of rumors there are?”

You said. The officer shrugged.

“I wouldn’t believe in rumors. Lies spread quick in this town.”

The officer said basically putting off the question. You sighed as you called Garcia.

“Fine, we can play this way. Hey Garcia, can you check to see what the Buzz is around town. Perhaps any rumors. Or police reports marked false?”

You asked. The officer leaned against the table.

“I’m telling you, your wasting your time.”

The officer said. Not a cop who wants all the glory for himself. Sometimes you wondered why the department invited you in if they were not gonna let you help.

“Done and Done.”

“Great Garcia. Narrow it down to cases involving children.”

Rossi added.

“Alright and…oh. It looks like some Timothy Stevens complained to a counselor about sexual behavior towards him from a teacher,”

“Garcia. Was this investigated?”

Reid asked.

“Looks like the case wasn’t investigated in full. Turns out it was as proven False. So they threw it out after 24 hours.”

“So your telling me, a child filed a report on sexual activities with a teacher, and they police didn’t even investigate it in full.”

“Yea. It looks like they didn’t even get cps involved.”

Reid and Garcia said. You turned to the officer.

“Oh come on the guy he said was the one who did such things to him is a good guy, and has his own children. We knew it was false when we talked to the teacher.”

The officer explained. You turned to the phone.

“Garcia where is Timothy Now.”

“Well my Lovely Sugar plum Y/n. Looks like this was filed 7 years ago, I’m going to find out now…”

She said. She then got a bit quiet.

“Oh…turns out he jumped off a bridge a few months ago…he passed before they got him out the water…”

Garcia said. You turned to the officer, before Reid stepped up.

“So you’re telling me that a kid stood up for himself, and you thought he was laying because you think he’s a good guy? And you didn’t think to report or look into it before. And your still stuck in denial to where you didn’t look into it after he killed himself. Yet your so confident that there is nothing wrong here. You have to be one of the most inconsiderate, immature, useless as-“

“Reid! Come with me.”

Hotch corrected. You froze, looking at the case files. What the hell was this cops problem. He didn’t think this was a big deal. You stood up straight. As you saw Hotch and Reid walk to a separate room.

“Garcia I need you to track down the guy the report was made on, and cross examine him with sex offenders in the area, and see if there are any more files against him.”

“On it. Garcia out!”

She said. You looked at the room Hotch and Reid were in. Continuing to add files to the time line. You stared at the files, reading them. As the team decided to step out to get coffee, food and interview the family of the kid. Leaving you with Reid in the break room.

“Why didn’t you defend me.”

Reid muttered. You turned looking at him.

“What?”

“Why didn’t you defend me. You know I was right. Did you think I was wrong. The officers are stupid. They could have easily avoided this if they just paid attention!”

“Spency calm down. We are all upset right now.”

“Don’t Spency me. You should of defended me. No one’s upset anymore. Does no once care?!”

He yelled. You looked at him. As he continued to yell at you. Before he slammed his file closed and walked out of the station. You stood there, confused, and upset. Did you fuck up? You sat down for a second trying to wrap you head around everything. You and the team have not slept in days. You the. Noticed something, pulling the pages side by side looking at all of the cases against the same teacher. WAIT!

(Break time again! Thank you for reading still! Let me know how you like it so far.)

You stood up as you ran to your phone calling the group. You finally out two and two together.

“Hotch. The Unsub is his son! He was also separated from his father during a divorce with his mom, when his mom tragically passed in a fire. He was forced to live with his dad. Where he too dealt with the sexual abuse. Much like many kids. They have moved place to place all Places claiming how good of a guy he was. Based on this message we couldn’t decode. He’s gonna blow up the school on the anniversary of his mothers passing…which is….oh god. Today. We need to evacuate the school!”

You said. You were closer to the school then they were, so you grabbed keys, and hopped into the SUV. Driving to the school and quickly parking before running out and into the school. You looked around trying to get the attention of the teachers. Unsuccessful you pulled the fire alarm. That got them to listen. The teachers and staff evacuating the school. All the students leaving, you ran around the school making sure the school was empty. Seeing the teachers class. You opened the door and- An explosion from the room sending you flying back. Running into the wall on the opposite side. You ears were ringing and your vision blurry. You held your head, feeling the warmth of your blood from hitting your head. The pain ringing into your skin. As the place began to light unfire. You tried to get up but you couldn’t.

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Spencer’s POV

Spencer looked at his case files drinking his coffee. He probably shouldn’t have blown up in you. You didn’t deserve it, you were just trying to help. Maybe he should go apologize. Everything was okay until this damn case. He was angry, why was he so angry. He looked over to his leather bag, A small box sized dent poking out of his bag. He grabbed it. Pulling the dark velvet covered box, opening it. Looking at the ring. It was perfect, you were perfect, everything was perfect until the case. Everything was going well. Maybe if he wasn’t so damn nervous it wouldn’t have taken this long. He wanted to marry you since a few months in a relationship with you. But he never thought it would last long, not many of his relationships do. They always end in tragedy. So yea, when he for overwhelmed and was so deeply in love, he tended to push people away. Who could blame him. He watched Maeve get killed in front of him. After that, he never felt the same. He examined the silver ring, the diamond surrounded by the shape of the rose. He thought it would be perfect. He always saw You as a rose. Everytime he saw you, a poem from Tupac Rang in his ears.

“Did you hear about the rose that grew, from the crack in the concrete. Proving natures law is wrong. It learned to walk without having feet, Funny it seems. But by keeping its dreams, it learned to breathe fresh air. Long live the rose that grew from concrete. When no one else ever cared.”

He said to himself. He closed the ring box. As he opened his file, seeing cars and fire trucks zoom off. He stood up as he watched people rush out. Seeing Derek drive by, before pulling over.

“What’s going on?”

Reid asked hiding the box in his pocket.

“Did you get the text. The school blew up. It’s unfire. Wait what are you doing here?”

“What? What do you mean I didn’t know.”

“Y/Ns there.”

“What?!”

Spencer exclaimed before running to the passenger side of the car, zooming off with Derek, they pulled into the school as the flames. Engulfed the place, the children and students standing back covering their mouths.

“Everyone was evacuated before the bomb went off. It looks like we are not missing anyone.”

An officer said. Hotch walked quickly.

“My Agent. Where’s my Agent?”

He asked. Spencer looked at Hotch before it hit him. Spencer watched the fire go on and on. He continued to walk towards Hotch not sure of what’s happening.

“What Agent?”

“Agent y/l/n?! The girl with the Brains? The girl who questioned you??!!”

Hotch said getting upset. The officer looked stunned.

“I saw her! She pulled the Alarm to get us all out. I didn’t see her leave. She might still be in there!”

A woman said. Hotch turned.

“Well, any fire like that, there is no way she is getting out in time. We can try, but-“

“That’s it? You’re just gonna give up? She’s a person to!”

“There’s nothing we can do.”

The officer said. Before Spencer reacted a woman began yelling.

“MY SON! My sons still in there!!”

The woman said pushing through the crowd running to Hotch. Before she grabbed the clothes of the fire fighters.

“DO SOMETHING MY SON IS IN THERE!!!”

The woman said. Spencer snapped out of it, running to Hotch after looking around.

“Where’s y/n?”

He asked. Hotch turned to Reid.

“She uh…no one saw her leave.”

“She’s still in there!? Hotch we have to get her!”

Spencer said before charging towards the barricade. Aaron watched as another explosion went off, pulling Reid back. It wasn’t enough, he continued to fight, running closer to the building, Morgan pulling him back pinning him on the floor.

“Stop fighting kid! We can’t lose you too!”

Morgan said. Reid continued to fight, as part of the building began to collapse. Falling onto the concrete. That was it. The stick that broke the camels back. Reid broke down. Tears streaming down his face. It was as if he went through all stages of grief. Letting out a scream of pain, as the box fell from his pocket. Reid quickly grabbed it, as they were pulled from the fire. A blanket wrapped around him as he stood their, numb. Staring at the box.

“I can’t believe this. I had so much I wanted to do with her. We were gonna adopt children…and…”

He said. Morgan peeked over his shoulder, lookin at the box.

“What’s that kid? A bracelet?”

“No…who cares it’s useless now..”

He said. Opening the box showing the ring. As the day turned to night. It didn’t take long. It was towards the end of the school day. He closed it sitting it on the floor.

“That’s why you were so angry…this case ruined your proposal…”

He said. Spencer nodded as he sat down. The silence filled with screaming once More. They two turned to the noise.

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(Back To You!)

After a moment of trying to build your strength and hearing the Sirens outside. You heard the distant cries of a boy. You looked around your vision doubled as you continued to inhale the smoke. You used all your strength to get up, and walking slowly to the cries of the young boy.

“I hear you…”

You said, walking towards the sounds. Running into a door, you looked around, as you pushed the door open. You looked at the class room your visions slowly tripling. You then walked closer, hearing the cries, your vision slowly becoming clearer. You looked at the closet door, slowly pushing it open to see a boy hiding in his jacket. He had dark hair, and dark skin. You looked around as your motherly instincts kicked in. You ripped a curtain off the wall, running to the boy, before wrapping him in it.

“I got you. Hide your face in your sweater, I’m going to get you out of here.”

You looked around at the fire, before picking him up with all your strength. You began to run as fast as you could out of the school. Running into lots of flames. You looked around as you were Surronded by the flames. You mapped out the quickest exits. You looked around, trying to find the best way to go, turning back as the ceiling Nf collapsed right before your eyes. You gasped hugging the boy and hiding him into your shoulder, there was one way out, and it was through. You looked around, noticing the way where the ceiling collapsed had more flames than the other side. Youd do anything to make sure this boy survived. You held your breath, running through the flames to a side door behind the school. Trying to open it with your foot. The bot wiggled as you sat him down to push open the door, falling. You didn’t have much strength left. You looked at the boy, who seemed to get up still hiding his face in the sweater. He looked at you.

“I can help Ms Good Guy…”

The boy said coughing. He pushed the door, his gripped combined with the rest of your strength wre able to push the door open. To the Outside. Thunder rumbling as rain poured down. You heard another explosion as you pushed the boy out, falling as the exit sign fell. The boy began coughing again, you laid down, you knew you had to get away from the school. You stood up catching you balance as you picked up the boy you arms shaking as you ran further from the school. You made it to the grass. Setting the boy down. You leaned against a light post panting. The boy got his breath back, taking in the fresh air, covered in soot.

“Go to the flashing lights…they can..”

You started, coughing aggressively.

“They can help…”

“No, not without you…you have to go with me. How else will I tell the good guys from the bad guys? Come one Ms Agent! We can make it…look…I’ll help you.”

He said grabbing your hand. How could you say no to that boy. You nodded as you guys began to move towards the lights. Shaking.

“It’s ok! We can go slow! We can make it! Slow and easy as my mom calls it..”

The boy encouraged. You nodded, slowly walking towards the Sirens. You needed to make sure this boy was safe. Finally making it to where people could see you. No one was focused. You nearly collapsed. Hearing the screaming of a woman.

“MY SON!!”

The woman said running towards you guys. You smiled. As the boy rejoiced inn seeing his mommy.

“MOMMY!!! This agent saved me!”

He said. You smiled as the woman hugged her son. That was it…you completed your task. You could rest…you watched as the mother ran to the EMTs. You strength was gone…was it just you or was the ground getting closer. You thought. Falling into the floor. You looked up at the clouds rain falling onto you as you laid there. You couldn’t feel anything, nothing but the rain. It was nice…

“Y/N!!!”

You heard someone yell. You continued to look up. You head still bleeding. The moon was so pretty. Much like it was on the date. You were exhausted. You felt seining right beside you, the moon Beaming on you. You heard the voice, call you name again. Was that…Spencer? You couldn’t move, only your eyes. You moved you eyes which took so much energy. Looking at a broken Spencer. You couldn’t speak, you heard him talking. But you didn’t understand. You sued the rest of your energy to lift your hand up, to cup his face, you felt tears running down his eyes. You felt people pick you up moving you to a stretcher. Before your hand dropped, falling asleep. But, but you didn’t sleep for long, you opened your eyes, blinded by the ambulance lights. You could hear a little again.

“She’s going in and out, we need to get her on oxygen and fluids. We need to rush her to surgery, there’s glass in her head!”

Hurried men said, you looked around, as Spencer nodded listening to the men. You looked at Spencer.

“Sp-spen—My love…”

You said. Spencer looked at you, getting closer.

“I’m in right here! I promise.”

He said. As he grabbed your hand.

“I’m sorry..I didn’t- stand up for you-“

“It’s okay, stay with me okay.”

“It hurts….”

“What hurts?”

He responded tears filling his eyes. You hated when he cried. You looked away.

“Everything….”

You said. Spencer looked around trying to get them to give you something to help the pain. The Ambulance was driving so fast it kinda mad you sick. The EMTs finally gave you something for the pain. The ride felt like forever as they pulled you out of the vehicle. Rushing you to surgery. You watched as Reid stood as they put you under for surgery. As soon as it started, it stopped. I waking up in a hospital bed. Looking around as You heard them talking. The team.

“She’s been out for weeks! What if she doesn’t wake up??”

“Kid, trust me she will!”

You heard Spencer and Morgan talking. You then heard Garcia.

“Don’t say that!”

She said. You decided to let them know you were awake.

“You really thinks you can get rid of me that easy?”

You responded-“…

Pt 2 soon!

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Nicknames: madi, or mannie if ur extra

Starsign: Sagittarius aka da best tbh 

Height: 5′3

Last thing I googled: “corinne olympios birthday” she’s a scorpio btw

Fave music artist: too many dude, uhm, the used, childish gambino, frank ocean, hayley kiyoko, warpaint. and i’ve been listening to a lot of grimes, kali uchis, spooky black, purity ring, and solange 

Song stuck in my head: pretty girl by hayley kiyoko 

Last movie I watched: moonlight,,,,,,, and boy was i snatched

Last tv show I watched: just finished watching the bachelor my dude

When did you create your blog: fuck man uhm i think i made this one in 2013, but i’ve gone thru so many fuckin fandom changes

What kind of stuff do I post: drag, tv shows, politics, and bullshit

Do I have any other blogs: yeah i run the twentyonepilotsficlibrary

Do I get asks regularly: no, and i’m triggered that u would even ask me that

Why did I choose my url: because alaska thunderfuck 5000′s song anus is a life changer, along with the rest of her music 

Gender: female 

Hogwarts House: hufflepuff

Pokemon team: i aint got one, i dont do pokemons

Favorite Color: all shades of purple and yellow

Average hours of sleep: idfk not enough for my liking

Lucky number: 6

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How many blankets do I sleep with: just one 

Dream job: some sort of photographer, something that helps me travel

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While hip-hop and dance stayed at pop music’s center in 2017, R&B managed seep its way into the mainstream, in ways both satisfying and unpredictable.

Thanks to a couple too-good-to-ignore crossover hits, and a quasi-reinvention from one of pop’s biggest stars, R&B was an increasingly regular presence on top 40 radio throughout the year. And with several of the genre’s most promising talents percolating just below the surface, the genre’s slow trickle into the 2017 mainstream could lead to a full-on tidal wave in the years to come.  

Here are Billboard’s 20 favorite R&B songs of 2017.

20. PARTYNEXTDOOR, “Peace Of Mind”

OVO Sound’s resident sad-boy R&B songsmith stayed busy in 2017, releasing two EPs of material. “Peace of Mind,” from COLOURS 2, had the most staying power, standing out from the pack for its frank songwriting and straight-to-the-point hook. “I did crazy things and she still waited on me” is the sort of lyric you recognize in your chest. — ROSS SCARANO

19. Jazmine Sullivan & Bryson Tiller, “Insecure”

Featured on the season two soundtrack of the popular HBO series of the same name, this mid-tempo track showcases two of contemporary R&B’s game-changing players. Sullivan’s soaring-voiced dismay at her significant other’s insecurities provides the perfect counterpoint to Tiller’s crooning tenor. — GAIL MITCHELL

18. Toni Braxton, “Deadwood”

The voluptuous-voiced singer prefaces her upcoming eighth studio album with this left-of-center, guitar-driven track about a complicated romance. The feel of the melodic cut and its piercing lyrics portend what’s in store on Toni’s forthcoming Sex & Cigarettes LP. As the R&B legend told The Insider in September, “I wanna say what I feel. I don’t wanna be censored.” — G.M.

17. August Alsina, “Don’t Matter”

Not everything is alt-R&B. Nola’s August Alsina released this perfectly The-Dream-indebted single in June and real ones haven’t let it leave the rotation since. With a chorus anchored by those familiar cries of “Ay!” “Don’t Matter” is like home cooking. You’ve been here before and it’s nice to be back. — R.S.

16. Ty Dolla $ign feat. Damien Marley & Skrillex, “So Am I”

One of the few Ty Dolla-graced singles this year not to hedge its bets with some sort of ’90s hit interpolation, “So Am I” probably could’ve worked in some Inner Circle or something if the singer-producer was really determined to maintain brand consistency. But it doesn’t need it: The song’s hypnotic beachside bounce (assisted by Skrillex, apparently on permanent dubstep vacation) is warmly evocative of the dancehall crossovers of 20 years ago on its own, while its squawking pseudo-drop keeps it rooted in 2017 without sounding so trendy to risk Airport Reggae drubbing. — ANDREW UNTERBERGER

15. Sevyn Streeter, “Before I Do”

Is a potential lover for real or not? That’s the question Sevyn Streeter asks on this standout track from her Girl Disrupted debut album. The singer’s sultry vocals glide over a mellow groove that effortlessly recalls Aaliyah’s cover of the Isley Brothers’ classic “At Your Best (You Are Love)” — never a bad thing. — G.M.

14. H.E.R., “Free”

Long after the last note has sounded on this aching ballad, H.E.R.’s haunting vocals on the confessional chorus still linger: “You don’t ever say forever / Layin’ next to me / But nights like this I wish I never / Said that I was free.” — G.M.

13. Kelela, “Frontline”

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With “Frontline,” Kelela recorded the special opening track that’s so good, so purposeful, it could’ve been the album’s closer too. The song has so many parts, so many musical ideas, it feels like a movie — you’ve gone on a journey by the time it finishes. And yet it never feels overstuffed or scatterbrained; this is a breakup song that leaves you feeling refreshed, like you can do anything. “Why are you testing me?” she asks rhetorically. She’s got the answer spring-loaded: “I’m not the one.” — R.S.

12. Syd, “Got Her Own” 

On this understated highlight from her Fin album, Syd soulfully extols admiration — and longing — for a female peer who’s crushing it in terms of financial independence. “Heard she drive a Beemer and she got it on her own,” Syd sings on the yearning chorus. “Heard she was a dreamer but she sleeping all alone / I just wanna meet her ’cause I just wanna know.” — G.M.

11. Jeremih feat. Chris Brown & Big Sean, “I Think of You”

With “This Is How We Do It” being played out at seemingly every karaoke night and ’90s-themed party of the 21st century, a shift in retro-attention to Montell Jordan’s second-best hit, “Get It On Tonite,” has been long overdue. Luckily, Jeremih remembers: His “I Think of You” is as close a tribute to the 1999 hit’s slinking groove and frisky energy as you can get without risking lawsuit. It’s so much fun that Big Sean can’t help but sneak in a guest verse at the last second. — A.U.

10. Jacquees, “B.E.D.”

Cash Money jumped into the R&B bigtime in 2017 with this explicit anthem from Jacquees, using Avant’s 2003 R&B/pop hit “Read My Mind” as the song’s springboard. The young crooner told Billboard of the lift, “I started singing [the Avant hook] over the beat. We knew it was going to be a hit the moment we heard it.” — G.M.

9. Jessica Ware, “Midnight”

Nothing could’ve quite prepared Jessie Ware fans for the towering power balladry of “Midnight,” the lead track on third album Glasshouse, which essentially throws the curtains open on her earlier sensual slow jams to bathe them in jarringly bright moonlight. Over an insistent Prince-via-“Bennie and the Jets” stomp, the British singer-songwriter wails with increasing urgency, “This moment is made for you and I to go higher – higher – HIGHER – HIGHER!,” before pulling back to calmly plead “…can you meet me in the midnight?” Lord help you if the answer’s no. — A.U.

8. Frank Ocean, “Chanel”

“My guy pretty like a girl/ And he got fight stories to tell” might be the best opening couplet of the year. That it signaled Frank Ocean’s renewed commitment to releasing music made it all the sweeter. Frank didn’t ghost on us in 2017 and of the loosies he released, “Chanel” felt the most essential to his evolving story. It laid out the themes he’d explore in the year’s subsequent releases and featured some of his most evocative writing to date. “I know you need to try for my belt,” he sings in a tone that lets you know the competition is zilch. Seeing both sides is good and all but there’s no point in arguing about Frank’s place at the top of the game. — R.S.

7. Miguel, “Told You So”

The second single from Miguel’s War & Leisure harkens back to the singer/songwriter’s ‘80s-inspired EP series Art Dealer Chic. On this funky turn, Miguel dishes out multiple intentions: Is he talking to a lover or jabbing a finger at the country’s present and past social unrest? Both situations are depicted in the song’s video. Either way, the song ultimately reveals Miguel’s adeptness at delivering sly-yet-resonant messages. — G.M.

6. Daniel Caesar feat. Kali Uchis “Get You”

Perhaps more than any other genre, R&B produces songs that feel instantly timeless, like you’ll be hearing them at weddings for generations to come as love springs eternal. “Get You,” Daniel Caesar’s collab with Kali Uchis is a gentle ode to romantic luck. “Who would’ve thought I’d get you?” Caesar sings on the hook, expressing neatly that dumbstruck feeling we all hope lasts forever. — G.M.

5. SZA, “The Weekend”

You know you’ve got something when a Grammy winner does an impromptu cover of your song. But even before Miguel’s riveting version (and its top 15 status on Billboard’s Hot R&B/Hip-Hop Songs tally), “The Weekend” was among the stellar tracks singled out by critics when SZA released debut album Ctrl. The track samples “Set the Mood (Prelude)” from Justin Timberlake’s 2006 album FutureSex/LoveSounds, but it’s all about SZA here, as her soft, emotive voice searingly conveys the conundrum of sharing a boyfriend with other females: “My man is my man is your man, heard it’s her man, too.” – G.M.

4. Childish Gambino, “Redbone”

“Redbone” achieved its No. 12 peak on the Billboard Hot 100 over half a year after its debut, and unlike some stupefying chart slow-burns, this one actually made sense: The narcotic creep of Childish Gambino’s first true crossover hit initially lands as “above-average P-Funk tribute,” proving itself something timely and unique only many listens later. Luckily, pop culture gave us the opportunity for the necessary exposure, as the song was ultimately revealed to be equally fit for a Twitter makeout meme as a foreshadowing musical cue in a horror comedy, simultaneously seductive and foreboding and just infectious. Without “Redbone,” Glover is still likely known in the U.S. as an actor with a musical side career, with the undeniable soul smash, he’s one of the most-nominated artists at this year’s Grammys. — A.U.

3. Khalid, “Location”

The takeover began here. Pop upstart Khalid’s debut single “Location” makes magic from a contemporary dating request. The Kylie Jenner cosign surely helped but the song’s appeal is broad, even if the lyrics get specific to this phone-dependent generation. — R.S.

2. DJ Khaled feat. Rihanna & Bryson Tiller “Wild Thoughts”

Here’s another perfect example of updating a classic vibe. Carlos Santana’s 1999 No. 1 pop and R&B hit “Maria Maria,” featuring The Product G&B, provides the foundation for DJ Khaled’s blast-from-the-past refresher course. Santana’s scorching guitar riffs fittingly underscore the sexual heat and wild thoughts radiating from Rihanna and Bryson Tiller’s ingenious pairing. — G.M.

1. Bruno Mars, “That’s What I Like”

As with his guest appearance on Mark Ronson’s Grammy-winning “Uptown Funk,” the similarly Hot 100-besting “That’s What I Like” added another mega-hit to Bruno Mars’ repertoire. A deft balancing act between retro and contemporary R&B with an earworm hook, “That’s What I Like” rightly became one of the most ubiquitous songs of 2017. The midtempo groove (co-written by Mars along with Christopher Brody Brown, James Fauntleroy and Philip Lawrence, plus production/songwriting team the Stereotypes), is also a multiple Grammy contender: up for song of the year, best R&B song and best R&B performance. — G.M.

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