#but in both of those cases i was still able to fill other prompts from the requesters
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JasonTodd x Fem!Vigilante!Reader
You've been trying to push yourself the last few nights even though you're horrendously sick, and one night, it get's the better of you. Lucky there's a certain vigilante who's been keeping his eye on you ;)
No warnings <3
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The warm glow that settled across your skin made you look even more angelic. Skin like porcelain and ruffled hair pressed against the pillow, you remained in a deep slumber, your chest rising and falling with each breath. His gaze traced your face – and the dark circles that sat both on and under your eyes – before falling down to your outfit.
You were still dressed in your uniform. Black padded shirt, tactical pants and combat boots along with your belt filled with all of its gadgets and weapons. Your mask sat on the floor beside the bed near his feet. Jason had been sitting on a chair beside you for two hours now. Deducing that the vigilante that had her own private missions was in fact you – the local florist owner who had caught his eye – he’d begun watching you. He told himself it was to keep tabs on the crime you were dealing with when you went on patrol at night. To make sure you weren’t the crime. He was doing his job and making sure you were safe. But deep down he knew the truth. He knew a deep infatuation had begun to grow, whether he liked it or not.
You were skilled and silent, unlike the other female vigilantes or villains he’d come across who fought hard to banter with him and catch him off guard with their suggestive comments and lewd gazes. You, however, were different. So focused on the task at hand, Jason was lucky to even get a “Mm” from you when the two of you crossed paths. You were strong and stealthy, adopting the name ‘Ghost’ from those on the streets. Some nights you even helped Jason, and he wouldn’t even realise it until it was too late to thank you. You would appear and disappear in a blink of an eye.
The past few nights however, he noticed how your steps wavered. How you braced yourself against walls when you thought no one was watching. The deep breaths you desperately drew in. With the brief encounters you had, he wasn’t able to figure out what was wrong. Until tonight when you had collapsed on a balcony. Legs outstretched in front of you as you leant against the iron railing, you cursed at the fact that you couldn’t take your mask off in case someone was watching. Why did you have to get sick? With aching limbs, burning skin, cold sweats and a sickening feeling rising from your stomach, you told yourself you would just take a break for a few seconds.
Only a minute passed before a thud came from beside you. Tiredly looking up at the figure who stood before you, head cocked to the side, a frown fell upon your face.
“Don’t tell me this is your place.” You sighed, figuring it would be just your luck to choose to relax on the Red Hood’s balcony.
He soon responded, his helmet giving him a grave, mechanical voice.
“You should go home and get some rest.”
You waved his concerns away with your gloved hand.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” As you forced yourself to your feet, a sudden wave of nausea washed over you. Much to your dismay you tilted forward, prompting Jason to close the space between you two. Jason sheepishly held onto you, warmth seeping onto his face. Steady hands on your arms, he lowered his head to try and catch your tired gaze.
“Come on, you can’t be out fighting crime like this. You’ve been sick for days now and you’re just making it worse.”
You snap your head up to peer back at him.
“What, are you my stalker or something?” You retorted.
With the roll of his eyes Jason sighed. How the hell would he respond to that? He wasn’t meaning to be creepy. At all.
He was just, what? Concerned? Being attentive? Protecting you?
Ridiculous.
“I like to keep tabs on what happens on these streets too, ok?”
You gently pushed yourself from him to show that you were in fact capable of standing by yourself.
“You’re telling me you don’t keep tabs on me?” He asked, brows raised. Besides, all the vigilantes did it, and your lack of a response answered his question.
“Well, it seems I myself have a secret admirer.” His helmet hid his small smile.
Brows rising, you almost mocked him.
“Oh, really?”
Another dizzy spell and you're in his arms again.
“Seriously, where do you live? I’m taking you home.” Jason almost pleaded. The lights that constantly streamed on the buildings along the street below reflected off of his helmet.
Your head hung low with exhaustion. “Ugh, no. Please believe me when I say I’m fine.”
“Hey, listen. Remember when you saved my ass? Twice? Just look at it as me returning the favour –”
Suddenly, your head fell forward as your body became limp. Crouching down onto the ground and holding you in his arms, Jason let out a long breath. What was he going to do now? He pulled you in close, carrying you bridal style as though you were light as a feather. Soon he realised that all he could do was take you back to his apartment.
Lying you on top of his covers, Jason had a wet towel across your forehead for a little bit to tame your fever. Your breathing sounded restricted, and as much as he hated taking your secret identity from you, your life came before it. Now you laid there before him in a dreamless sleep. Eventually, slow movements came from you, your body aching as you shuffled in his bed. Slowly opening your eyes and fighting off the drowsiness, you were met with someone sitting before you, a glass of water and cold&flu tablets in his hands.
Satin-like black hair hung before his bright eyes. Defined cheekbones and sunken in cheeks, a delicate scar running from his lower cheek over his sharp jaw. Oh, he was so incredibly handsome. Eyes fluttering down to see the red symbol on his chest, you were shocked once the realisation hit you.
“So I did land on your apartment?”
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come undone | myg (m)
⟶ Summary | As a reward for Yoongi taking you to the trip of a lifetime and away from your busy lives, you decided to surprise him with a special treatment to help him relax and for the two of you to bond as a couple. What you never expected was for him to show you a different kind of pleasure through it in return.
⟶ Title | Come Undone
⟶ Pairings | Min Yoongi x female reader
⟶ Genre | Established relationship!au, Mature, Smut
⟶ Word count | 14,625 words
⟶ Ratings & Warnings | +18 / M for Mature; brief mention of alcohol consumption, swearing, contains explicit scenes, including mud bath (which involves…mud), mud play, Yoongi tries to prank OC by dunking her into the mud, nudity, dirty talk, soft dom/switch!Yoongi, sub/switch/brat!reader, Yoongi may have an odd fascination on her feet, fingering, clit play, breast play, mentions of bondage, restraint (mild), sensory play, usage of pet names, sir kink, praise kink, begging, edging, ass slapping/light spanking, public sex, shower sex, hand job, unprotected sex (kinda…OC/reader is on birth control), rough sex, orgasm control/denial, implied creampie, aftercare
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⤑ Story Notes | Written in 2nd person POV (in case you’re new to my writing, I don’t use ‘y/n’ coding as all of my lead characters are considered as OCs). This story was written as a commission for @pinkbtsarmy; I’m sorry that it took me so long to finish this one. Thank you so much for commissioning me and for your endless support. There might be some changes added from the original prompt/details that we previously talked about as this fic completely ran out of course the moment I started writing it, but I hope you can still enjoy this story. Forgive me for the rough editing. Have fun reading!
Additional Note: This story is purely fictional, with the usage of bangtan members’/idol’s names as fictional characters. Any similarities in the usage of names for other characters and circumstances are purely coincidental. Some aspects of this story may not be scientifically or biologically correct, so please don’t take things seriously (and don’t do this at home without supervision!)
This is what dreams are made of.
You keep reminding yourself about this as you try to relax.
Because you have dreamt about this. It might have been a long period of time ago that you have almost forgotten what it was like to be daydreaming and imagining yourself to be in a place like this instead of actually living in it. And you have to keep convincing yourself that you deserve every ounce of the pleasure that is being offered to you, especially after the absolute hell that you had to go through just to be able to enjoy this moment.
Looking out the window, you get a clear view of the thick, white clouds and the clear sky that is partly obscured by their presence.
The sight should have been able to help you forget about everything that you are leaving behind, as this moment is something that you have been waiting for to happen for a long while.
The long, busy months that you had to endure before this long weekend had been a tormenting period of time that you just want to put everything at the back of your mind. The overflowing and frenzy-filled work, along with the family drama and crumbling relationships—both professional and personal ones—had tested every bit of patience that you now barely have left.
And those dreadful months felt even longer when you could barely find any chance to spend enough quality time with your fiancé. Obviously, you have known this to be one of the risks that you had to take when you decided to have a relationship with Min Yoongi, one of the busiest and most sought out man in the country, but never before had it been this challenging.
Matching up your schedule with Yoongi had become almost impossible for you to do, even with the help of his personal assistant and yours. While you had your own busy life to deal with, he too was swamped with his own busy schedule and had been busy flying off to various places across the globe with only a little time spared for him to spend with you.
If only the trip you are having this weekend had not been planned since a long time ago, long before your schedules collided and you were both thrown deeply into your bustling lives, maybe then you wouldn’t have been here today—sitting on what is probably the cosiest seat you have ever sat on your whole life, and flying on a private plane taking you halfway across the world, with your fiancé pampering you the best way he knows how.
A private plane.
You feel giddy as reality sinks in and you are reminded of how inconceivable this whole thing is. To be able to experience such luxury while the world around you seems to be spiralling out of control sure makes you feel like the luckiest girl in the world. And everything was made possible thanks to your wonderful lover, the man who is always willing to give you everything to make your wishes come true.
Yoongi always goes far and beyond to spoil you. Whether it is by giving you something as lavish as flying you off with this private plane to a luxurious spa resort on a tropical island somewhere across the ocean to give you both a break from the hectic city life, or pampering you by doing something as simple as what he is doing to you now. He has your legs resting on his lap while he is giving them his full attention. His deft fingertips are pressing against your pressure points, starting from the soles of your feet and up to your calves, easing the knots in your muscles that you gained through the frantic hours leading to this flight.
And he always takes pleasure in doing things like this, gaining his own happiness by making you happy. You obviously don’t mind it at all, since you know that he always has his ways to show you how to make it up to him once you are in the privacy of your shared bedroom.
Speaking of which—
You enjoy the view as you lean back in your seat. Not at the view of the sky that you can clearly see outside the window, but at the handsome and talented man that you have the privilege to call as your fiancé. You watch Yoongi as he continues with his task, concentrating deeply while he is taking care of you and while being blissfuly unaware of the attention that you are giving him.
Whenever you are together with him, everything feels right again. The calm and serene moment that you share together has always become your source of healing, a feeling that seems entirely evident right this moment, after being deprived of his love and affection and his whole presence as a whole for months.
But there is something else that keeps nagging you from the back of your mind. A gut feeling that keeps reminding you to be cautious the moment you are alone with Yoongi, causing your body to be vibrating with anticipation since the start of the flight. Not even the mental exhaustion that you have been feeling is enough to suppress it.
It would be hard to ignore it, knowing that Yoongi is a man who is capable of turning every single moment you share together into a risqué affair. Even a simple kiss would eventually lead to something else once Yoongi puts his mind into it.
From the moment the plane took off, you had half expected that he would start something just to take your mind off of all the troubles that had been haunting you. And it would have been easy for him to start something within the long flight and with this much private space available for him to make use of. Yet he blindsided you by remaining calm throughout the flight and choosing not to initiate anything.
Except for the harmless offer he made to tend your strained feet and give you a comforting massage so you can enjoy yourself.
Sighing deeply, you briefly close your eyes to allow yourself to bask in the serene feeling and try not to think of anything else. You raise your glass and take a slow sip of your drink to find some peace of mind, only to grimace as the champagne fizzles in your mouth.
“I’m sorry, did I hurt you?” Yoongi says, making you look at him questioningly, before you realise that he must have caught you wincing and may have thought that he had been the one who caused it. The work of his hands comes to a sudden halt, though his fingers remain hovering on your skin, refusing to completely lose contact with your body.
Yoongi looks genuinely concerned that you can only smile and shake your head at him.
“No, it’s not that, really,” you answer him with a content sigh. As you try to move and twist your foot, you realise that his hands have done magic to your body while your mind has been preoccupied with unnecessary things. Your muscles have grown more lax, with all the tension that you felt fading under his touch. “You have magic hands, I swear. I feel better thanks to you, and you really didn’t have to, it wasn’t hurting me that bad.”
Another note to remember, you wonder to yourself as you twist your ankle on Yoongi’s lap. Never wear a pair of high heels when you are in a hurry to catch a flight.
Especially not when you had to deal with a bunch of catastrophe getting in the way as you were heading towards your departure. From the small troubles rising before the flight—involving the flying permit and your travel visa—to the emergency situation at Yoongi’s workplace that came at the last minute. Then you had to deal with the long traffic jam on your way to the airport, and nearly forgetting to retrieve your luggage from Yoongi’s car trunk right before departing.
With all of that drama already draining you, running across the airport in your high heels and almost spraining your ankles had only added the mental strain that had been weighing down on you. Much to your luck—or lack there of—as the unpleasant memories are coming back to you again after spending hours of trying to forget about them, you can feel the strain growing inside you again, negating all of Yoongi’s effort to rid of them for good.
With another shake of your head, you take another drink of your champagne, hoping that the taste and the frizz would be enough to wash it all away.
Oblivious to your mulling, Yoongi merely smiles and proceeds to rub his thumbs across your ankle. Right at the source of your pain.
“You’re right. I may not have to, but I wanted to. You know that I would never deny a chance to touch and take care of your pretty feet,” he says, causing your heart to make a funny leap with that smile of his, while a soft giggle threatens to escape with his admission about his odd fascination on your feet.
He often jokes about it whenever the two of you are alone, and you cannot imagine what people would possibly think if they should ever hear him say something like this. But with how many times he brings it up as an inside joke, sometimes you just cannot help but wonder if Yoongi truly means it. That the reason why he would always take his time caring for your tired feet any chance he gets actually has something to do with his secret obsession with this part of your body.
“Are you sure I didn’t hurt you? I thought I saw you wince earlier,” Yoongi asks you again while he calmly continues pressing his thumbs up your calves, while you just have to bite back a smile.
You were right, after all, about him catching you wincing earlier. Though you shouldn’t be surprised about it. Because Yoongi has always been quite observant of your moods, even since the beginning of your relationship. It would only take one look at you or a light touch on your skin for Yoongi to easily tell what is going through your mind and what you are feeling.
And he would often make use of this ability, not only on your day to day lives, but also in the bedroom, when he takes control and claims his rewards after all the things that he has done to spoil and tenderly take care of you during the day.
Drawn back to your dark thoughts, you whole body grows warm. Your skin begins to tingle right where he is touching you. As your anticipation returns, the sensation you feel from his touch grows rapidly, spreading through your body and making you feel like you need to cool off so badly.
“It’s nothing like that, really,” you answer Yoongi while resisting the urge to down your drink. “I’m still feeling lightheaded after all that running around and dealing with the drama we got before leaving, that’s all.”
With a small smile, Yoongi glances at your nearly finished drink and gently lowers your legs. “Hmm, if the champagne isn’t working, then should we order something else to make you feel better? I already asked them in advance for some of your favourite meal and desserts and I also got them to prepare a bottle of your favourite wine,” he teases you with a proud wink.
Your heart leaps a beat. “You—you did that for me?” you asks him, astounded at how in tune he is with your moods and needs before you can even express them.
Yoongi responds by taking your hand in his and whispers, “Anything to please my kitten.” His endearment draws a warm flush through your cheeks, and it elevates further when he continues to speak. “After all,” he murmurs softly as he brushes his lips against the back of your hand, “you’re probably going to need all the extra energy that you can get once we’ve arrived at the resort.”
If anyone else would have heard him just now, they probably wouldn’t be able to catch the hidden implications in his words and would simply think of it as his way to sincerely express his concern over your wellbeing. But you quickly recognise the undertone that is hidden in his words, as you have been anticipating this side of his to finally come out.
The unmistakable twinkle you see in his eyes speaks of his intention even louder. It brings you back to the nights filled with his wicked little games, and those sinful moments where he would take you to a blissful place filled with pleasure.
A surging heat rises in your core as your mind travels back to those nights. Then it emerges through a soft gasp as Yoongi presses a kiss on your palm. “Will it be the right time to once again try and convince you to put aside our clothes while we are within the confinement of our private cabin?”
While your face heats up to his indecent offer, you can barely resist the urge to smile and let out a baffled laugh. “I was wondering when you were going to bring it up again,” you say to him. Because this isn’t the first time that he is suggesting this. Ever since it was confirmed that he was renting a private cabin in the resort where you will be staying at, Yoongi had immediately suggested to do away with the clothes while staying in the cabin.
“The cabin is located at a secluded section on the island, so nobody would see us anyway. Imagine all the fun that we can have without having to tear out our clothes beforehand,” was what he has often said each time he brought up the idea. And he always managed to make your cheeks burn when you tried to picture spending the time lounging in the private cabin while in the nude.
Now, however, as you are merely hours away from arriving at your destination, you start feeling more intrigued at the idea, leaving your body growing aroused instead of feeling apprehensive about it. Even when you cannot possibly imagine what may happen the moment you are alone with him and with every piece of clothing set aside.
With Yoongi, anything is possible.
And you always love his sweet yet saucy surprises. This time, however, you have nothing to worry about when you think of what he might have planned, because you have your own wild card to use on him. A little surprise that you have prepared to make this whole trip more pleasurable for both of you.
“You know what—?” You can barely contain yourself just as you are thinking about your own secret plan, yet you manage to feign a semblance of innocence when you share your thoughts with him.
“Since I’ll be making us both discard our clothes for the treatments at the spa once we get there,” you begin, referring and hinting at the spa treatment that you have booked at the resort for this weekend trip after he had the rest of the trip arranged, “I guess I don’t see why we can’t do the same while we’re at the cabin. Let’s try it and see what happens.”
Oblivious to your indecent intention, Yoongi seems pleased to hear this.
With a soft chuckle, Yoongi lifts your hand to his lips again and kisses your skin. “Wonderful,” he gently says. There is a familiar slow drag in his deep voice which tells you that he is already working out a plan to make this weekend unforgettable for the two of you, not knowing that you are doing just about the same thing at the same time. “I’m going to make sure that you won’t regret it.”
“Having any regrets yet?”
In your eyes, Yoongi has an afterglow coming out of him. One that is undeniably deserving of him to have after the blissful release that you just shared.
The gentle voice that comes from him when he is asking you this, along with the warm gaze he is giving you and the gentle touch of his fingers on your wrists, are all in complete contrast to how he acted merely moments ago.
Looking closely at your wrists, right at the spot that he is now rubbing against, you can see some indistinct marks that are visible yet growing fainter now that your blood are flowing smoothly underneath your skin as they are being soothed by his touch. Each pulse of your blood feels warm, while in place of the straining exhaustion that you felt during the flight, a soft humming of pleasure is surging through your body.
“Hmm—” you hum softly at the comforting touch that he is giving you and the waning pulses of pleasure that still remain within you, causing Yoongi to let out a light chuckle.
“Talk to me, kitten,” he murmurs as he brings one wrist to his lips and presses a kiss on it. “I need to know if I hurt you or if I’ve been too rough. I couldn’t help myself. After spending an entire day not touching you, the moment I got to touch your skin, I kept wanting more”—he presses another kiss and groans—”and more.”
His words fade into another deep groan, as if the moment he closes his eyes, he is seeing himself making love to you all over again, doing all the sinful things which had led you to be in this position.
A mixture of pain and pleasure and a deep feeling of content rushes through you as you lean against his chest, bringing you back to the mind-blowing pleasure that he had just given you.
Looking back to it now, you realise that you cannot truly blame Yoongi for letting go of any reservations once he was given the chance to.
It was well in the afternoon when the private jet landed on the island. You were immediately welcomed by the warm sun and the fresh, comforting breeze that felt nothing like the stale and polluted air you had back in your home city. Yet you couldn’t really embrace it all when your mind was occupied with something else at that moment.
After Yoongi shared the idea of stripping down once he got you alone, you had expected that he would be taking you straight to the cabin to make it happen. That thought had led you to spend the entire car ride from the airport anticipating it, only for Yoongi to once again blindside you, deviating from the plan by instructing the driver to head towards the local marketplace on the other side of the island instead.
You questioned his decision at first, before realising too late that it was all a part of his wicked game. That he wanted to make you forget for a moment about his illicit intention while making you wait until he would start touching you again.
And his plan easily worked.
The moment you arrived at the marketplace, you became completely entranced by your surroundings and any thought of Yoongi’s indecent plan flew out of your thoughts. With all the colourful trinkets, handmade accessories and art-pieces, and traditional-made fabrics in vibrant colours capturing your eyes, it was easy to get lost in the moment. Even Yoongi was enjoying himself as he gladly splurged through the market just to please you, spoiling you with gifts and souvenirs.
His surprise continued with a short walk down the beach, where you enjoyed having your feet sinking into the wet sand and the waves hitting your ankles while you were playing chase with your fiancé. Then he led you to the fancy restaurant by the beach side where you had your early dinner. Accompanied by the view of the sunset and the gorgeous view of the ocean around you, and the man who was there to give you his full attention, you finally managed to find the sense of calm that you had been searching for.
Once he realised that you have completely forgotten about his perverse scheme, that was when Yoongi finally put everything into play. It wasn’t until the moment you walked past the threshold of your private cabin when you first realised just how far ahead Yoongi had planned the entire thing, once you failed to find your luggage right where they were supposed to be.
“Remember what we talked about? Strip down and wait for me in the bedroom,” Yoongi gently instructed you when he noticed your reaction. “You’ll have them back when I say you can. For now, I want this thing off of you—” he said as he tugged at your summer dress, “and to see you on your knees on the bedroom floor.”
Just like that, things heated up and escalated into a lot more. Right from the moment he found you kneeling on the bedroom floor, waiting for him without an inch of your skin covered before taking him deep in your throat.
And things didn’t end there. As he took you to the living room where he continued pleasuring you in the most intimate of ways while playing his indecent games, taking you in all position on top of the myriad of furnitures that he could make use of. And then, right when you thought he was about to take a break late midnight, he once again took control of you, bending you over the kitchen counter after he found you making drinks while in the nude, accusing you of purposely teasing him with a sway of your hips while he took you from behind.
The night continued on to near dawn, as if time moved so slowly until the moment he took you back into the bedroom, where he tied your hands and ankles to the bedposts, keeping you restrained while he gave you an otherworldly pleasure that is still humming through your entire body which seems to be taking its sweet time to come down.
“No, I have no regrets,” you answer him with a voice that sounds unintentionally airy and hoarse. You can feel a moan threatening to slip out of you as you stretch out on the messy bed, giving both your body and mind a bit of reprieve as you lean against his bare chest.
A content sigh slips out of your lips. This is how it is supposed to be, you wonder to yourself as you close your eyes and revel in his warmth, once you no longer feel the weight of the world on your shoulders.
This is why being with him and submitting your pleasure to him feels so intoxicating. Because giving up control of your pleasure into his hands has always been the way to help you cope with all the hard times that you have to endure in real life.
You shift in the bed to adjust yourself against him, and the warm flutters of your continuous orgasms are not the only thing that you can feel as you gently rock your hips. When the remnants of his release and yours begin to drip out of your worn-out core, a small amount of them left behind even after he did his work to clean you up after.
Watching this, you can only count your blessings. Not only for all the blissful pleasure that you have been given through this trip, but also for remembering to take your depo shot on time before the trip. Because now you get to enjoy your trip and any intimate moments shared with him to your heart’s content without having to worry about anything.
“Yeah, absolutely no regrets,” you hum softly while resting your head on his shoulder, drawing a chuckle out of him even without him knowing where your mind is wandering off to.
“How are you feeling now, kitten? Are you feeling any better now?”
Laughing softly, you hum against his chest before pulling away. “Much better, thanks to you,” you whisper to him, earning a soft peck on your lips which brings the gentle flutters in your chest back up. “It would be enough to help me sleep, that’s for sure. I’m just hoping that I won’t fall asleep right in the middle of the spa treatment with only a little time left to sleep.”
“Ah yes, the spa treatment,” he says with a smile, though the sarcastic tone in his voice is not too hard to notice. “Are you ever going to tell me more about it, or are you planning to keep your little secret to yourself until the last minute?”
Your eyes grow wide at his question. You cannot help but laugh and feeling embarrassed for being caught. “So you noticed, hmm?” you ask him, only for him to scoff at you. “I was planning to surprise you once we’re at the spa, but since you’ve been such an amazing lover through this trip so far—”
You sit up and turn to face him as you finally spill your little secret. “Do you remember back when we watched that amusing wrestling match during one of our trips?” Yoongi merely raise his eyebrows in a silent question instead of answering you, so you continue, “you know, the one involving mud? The one that we later said it was hot while being messy at the same time and wondered how it must have felt like being covered in all that mud?”
A deep, knowing look manifests through his gaze when he finally starts to comprehend where this is going. Biting back a smile, you continue by questioning him, “Guess what this spa resort is most famous for?”
Yoongi sighs. “Let me guess, it’s not for their private cabins and the clear white sand on their open beach.”
“Nope,” you tease him, shaking your head as he refers to the resort’s main selling point which made him choose this island to spend your weekend getaway, while you let him know the reason why you insisted to book a spa treatment while you are here once you found out more about this resort. “They’re famous for using scientifically processed volcanic mud for their healing therapy and spa treatments.”
Yoongi blinks. “Why do I have a feeling that we’re not just talking about using the mud for facial masks?”
“Well, I mean,” you shrug, “they do have that kind of treatment too, but we could’ve gotten them at the spa that I regularly go to back home.” You briefly come to a pause for dramatic purpose, making him wait before you reveal to him, “but that’s not what I’ve booked for us on this trip.”
“Us?” he asks you with a grin. “Then what are we going to do with that mud, kitten?”
You shift closer, unable to contain your excitement. “We’re going to bathe in it. We’ll soak our tired and battered bodies into the mud to get rid of all the toxins and to loosen our muscles up before we have to go back to work once the weekend is over.”
Yoongi let out an incredulous laugh. “So—we’re going to have a mud bath?”
You nod.
“Together?”
You shrug. “I believe I did book us both a couples’ treatment package for the mud bath, so we’re in this together.”
Hearing this, Yoongi looks a bit dubious at best. Yet despite his reluctance, you know that he isn’t going to say no to this. “It sounds…interesting,” he finally says after pondering about it for a while.
“It is interesting. I know it will be. It’ll be a new experience for both of us, and I know that it’s going to be fun. They said it’ll help us bond as a couple when we do it together,” you continue selling the idea out, loving how Yoongi seems to slowly grow curious about it more than he is hesitant about it.
“Bond as a couple, hmm? Would it be more helpful compared to what we just did earlier?” he teases you while wiggling his eyebrows, causing your cheeks to heat up.
“Close enough, maybe,” you merely say to him, because both of you know that what you do in the bedroom together is already more than enough to strengthen the bond that you have created between the two of you. “But it’ll give us something to remember. And you promised to try new things with me whenever we have the chance to while we’re traveling together. You won’t regret it, I promise.”
“Alright, since we’re already here, and since you’ve been listening to me nicely since we got here,” he says while feigning a defeated sigh. “I suppose it’s my turn to take your word for it.”
“That’s great. Oh, I can’t wait. This is going to be a lot of fun,” you express your relief as you kiss his lips, feeling hopeful about the upcoming new experience, while remaining oblivious to what Yoongi is secretly planning for you as a payback for your little surprise as he embraces you to sleep.
“Welcome to Pure Bliss Spa and Resort.”
You have been feeling both excited and anxious the entire morning that you were almost shaking when you walked into the main establishment of the spa resort. The building itself is located not too far from where your rented cabin is. Just a bit deeper into the island and right on top of the hillside overlooking the spread of wide ocean.
There was still a bit of a drive to get here, which allowed you to enjoy the sights around you even more—such as the private beach attached to the spa establishment which you haven’t had time to visit yet.
From outside, the building looks quite glamorous as a private retreat. With a facade built out of natural stone blocks and strong column structures holding up its massive canopy, the establishment appears to you as if it is blending nicely into the hills surrounding it.
A different kind of vibe welcomed you as you entered the building, when you were met with one of the cosiest space that you have ever been to. Through the warm-coloured wood materials on the floors and furnitures, and the ivory and beige colours covering the floor, loveseats, and the walls around you, this place gives you a homy feeling that fills your chest with a sense of comfort even before you get to experience the healing treatments that they are offering you.
It makes you feel as if you are walking into a warm embrace. Giving you some reassurance that it was the right idea to come to this place for a quick healing in this weekend getaway.
You take a quick glance at Yoongi before responding to the receptionist welcoming you at the front desk. You have half expected to see him somewhat resigned to what you were dragging him here for, yet the clear and warm gaze he is giving you in return is telling you differently. Perhaps your excitement over the upcoming spa treatment is already growing on him, and it is making you feel even more thrilled about this retreat more than ever.
“Hello,” you greet the receptionist with a smile, “we’ve already booked us the couples’ special package treatment for today. I believe it was made under my name.”
“Of course, may I have your reservation details?” With a nod, you give her everything that she needs to confirm the reservations that you made months ago. It takes less than five minutes for her to find all the details needed in her computer. “It is stated here that you have booked our couples package with the volcanic mud bath therapy and the couples full body rock massage. Is that correct?”
Again, you nod while trying your best to contain your eagerness. Relief washes over you as the receptionist clears everything out for you and says, “Your appointment has been confirmed, and the preparation for your private sessions is already set to go. Until then, you can wait in our guest lounge where you can enjoy our welcome drinks and snacks. Here are the keys to your lockers where you can place your personal belongings and retrieve the necessities that you will need for your therapy sessions. One of our staff will come to assist you and help you get ready for your mud bath session once everything is set up and ready for you.”
After expressing your gratitude to the receptionist, you turn to Yoongi again to gauge his reaction. He seems pretty calm for someone who was caught off guard by your surprise plan. Though he didn’t seem too thrilled at the idea of soaking in a tub full of mud when you first brought it up, but there is not a sign of displeasure coming out of him while he is listening attentively to the receptionist as she continues to explain more about the mud bath therapy, before finally sending you off to the guest lounge where you can wait for your sessions to start.
A female attendant comes to fetch you and Yoongi at the lounge only a short while later. After showing you the locker rooms—where you are able to secure your personal belongings and change into the bath robe that they provided for you—she takes you through the establishment while guiding you through the next steps before your treatment.
Through the short tour that she is giving you, you get to see the area where the massage rooms are located, and even get to take a quick peek at one of the vacant rooms which may be available for you to use later after the bath. You also get to see various other therapy rooms along the way, enticing you to one day try and experience them if you ever have the chance to.
Once you enter the baths section, you walk past the jacuzzi and sauna, and you are quite amused to see an indoor swimming pool that they provide for their water therapy sessions. Soon enough, you are heading towards the area where the rooms for the mud baths. Your anticipation grows when the attendant turns to you and asks, “Are we ready to head straight to the main course of your treatment?”
“Yes, absolutely,” you quickly answer, as you can no longer contain your eagerness. You slip your arm around Yoongi’s, and his lips curl up to a small smile as he looks you.
The attendant leads the two of you through the hallway that feels slightly warmer and the air much denser compared to the previous areas. It continues until the end of the hallway which parts into two separate lanes, with singular doors occupying each of them.
“We have provided separate rooms for our mud bath treatment to give more privacy,” the attendant explains as she shows you through the private section for the bath. “As you can see here, we have two types of rooms which our guests can choose—one with the separate, singular tubs, and the other with the joint tub that couples are usually more interested to try on. According to the booking details, I believe the couples package is the one you booked for today’s treatment, is that correct?”
“Oh, yes,” you answer her with a smile. “It would be the first time for both of us to experience this, and I think my fiancé is a bit nervous about it,” you claim with a flicker of a glance at Yoongi who is looking at you with raised eyebrows, “so we thought that choosing the couples package would help us feel more comfortable as we’re trying it together.”
“That’s a brilliant choice,” the attendant says, nodding her head. “Couples who came to us without prior experience to this kind of treatment have always chosen to use the joint tub to make it less awkward for them. We also believe that it would give you a wonderful chance to have a special bonding time with your partner.” She winks at you as she says this. “Let me show you where you are going to have your bath.”
With your hand holding tightly on Yoongi’s cold one, you both follow the attendant as she walks into one of the rooms. It is a medium sized room with a stone tub right in the center of it which has been filled with an overflowing amount of smooth, creamy, grey mud. The tub is probably not that much bigger compared to a queen-sized bed, but it does seem to fit two person to lie inside it and have a long dip without feeling crowded.
Just like the hallway outside, the room feels warm, but a bit more comfortable than the stuffy hall in which you walked through to get here. There is a subtle scent of lavender wafting in the air around you, which is probably what makes it feel less stuffy and more cozy as you step into the room.
On either side of the tub, you see two long console tables made of dark-coloured hardwood. Each one of them holds an array of small candles, all having been lighted up with flames flickering against the flowing breeze, and ceramic plates holding up burning incenses that may have been the source of the delightful scent of lavender that you are breathing in. The lighting in the room itself is kept dimly-lit, yet the candles help illuminate the room without over saturating the interiors, making it seem calming and relaxing instead of giving you a gloomy sense of space.
“This is one of our couples-only mud rooms which had been reserved specially for your treatment,” the attendant says, stepping aside so you can have a good look at the entire room as you walk deeper into the center of the room with your hands entwined to Yoongi’s.
You follow your fiancé’s gaze as he silently observes the filled tub, and the attendant continues to explain, as if noticing where Yoongi’s attention is being drawn towards. “As you can see, we have prepared for you our special mud with the right temperature that would be comfortable for your first try. We only use the highest quality volcanic mud for our baths, taken from the local natural resource and processed exclusively for our bath therapy. As you may have read in our website, this mud acts as a detoxifier, with muscle relaxation and skin cleansing agent that will be activated under the perfect temperature. Rest assure, that we always replace the mud with fresh ones after each use and we have prepared freshly processed mud for your treatment today.”
Hearing this seems to ease Yoongi’s mind a little more as he no longer seems as tense as he was before. The attendant smiles, obviously noticing this change in Yoongi’s mood and the astonished look on your face.
“The recommended time for the bath is usually between twenty to thirty minutes, but you are free to end the bath sooner if you are feeling too uncomfortable under the heat. And you need to remember that you’ll have to step out of the bath before the heat starts to cool down, because then all the healing agents will no longer be active and the mud will harden on your skin. The lights above the door will turn on once the thirty minutes count is up and there will also be the sound of the bell to notify you in case you fall asleep or loose track of time—which often happens when a guest feels too comfortable under the warm mud,” she continues, pointing at the row of small lamps above the door, making sure that you would be able to notice them once they are lighted up.
“Once you step out of the bath, you can proceed to the adjacent shower room where you can wash off the remaining mud on your skin. From there, you can press the bell or contact any staff through the intercom and someone will come to assist you and show you where to go for your next treatment. Do you have any further question?”
You turn to Yoongi, who still seems a bit doubtful, trying to see if he has anything to inquire from the attendant to answer some of the curiosity that you can still clearly see on his face. Yet he keeps his silence, so you figure that there is nothing more for either of you to say. “I think we’re good for now. All we have to do next is dip straight in, right?”
“That’s right,” the attendant nods. “Just soak in the mud like you would in a hot tub, and let the mud do all the magic. If you have no further question, then I’ll take my leave and let you enjoy the bath. There are fresh towels and bath robes that you can put on either after the mud bath or once you’ve stepped out of the shower. A staff will come if you ever need any help. Just press the button on the intercom and we’ll keep in touch with you for further assistance.”
Once she is done showing you everything that you may need during your bath, you thank the attendant for her service and guidance, and she gracefully exits the room to give you all the privacy that you need. Just as the silence settles in between you, the excitement to start the bath grows on you while Yoongi appears to be completely fixated on the tub full of mud.
“Well, this is—” he begins to say, and you chime in to finish his words,
“Exciting?” you tease him, earning a light scoff from him in response.
“Nerve-racking would probably be a more fitting way to describe it,” he says with a grin, though it is quite obvious that he has grown more intrigued by the sight of the bubbling mud before you now that he is seeing it for himself.
With a soft giggle, you cling to his arm and tease him a little to help him ease up a bit more. “Oh, come on. This looks fun. You said you wanted to experience this with me.”
Sighing, Yoongi looks over to the tub again and says, “I have to admit, I was expecting to see a pile of nasty mud when I first heard about this. Anything that would be—unhealthy.”
You tilt your head at him. “And now that you’re seeing it?”
Yoongi takes one last look at the tub, squinting his eyes as he catches the sight of the small bubbles appearing on the surface and says, “It still looks nasty.”
This time, you cannot help but laugh. “You heard what our guide said earlier, didn’t you? She said that it’s supposed to be good for your skin and body.”
Yoongi gives you another scoff, though the dubious look he has been giving you slowly shifts into mischief when he sarcastically says, “That’s just her way of selling it to make sure that you’ll come back for more.”
You can only shake your head at his comment and smile. “Well, you know that I’m already sold. We wouldn’t be here today in the first place if I hadn’t been,” you say to him, referring to when you first learned about the mud bath treatment while you were searching through the internet to know more about the resort.
“Fine, let’s see if all that hype about this ‘healing factors’ from the mud is more than false advertisement,” he says as he presses a kiss on the tip of your nose.
Yoongi walks over to the stone tub right after. Staring at the grey mess in the tub, he gets a bit closer so he can observe it further. He leans forward, his face hovering above the surface to feel the heat on his skin.
The surface of the mud looks to be steaming, confirming everything that the attendant had told you about how they were keeping it warm while preparing this mud bath for you. You feel wary about the heat at first, before reminding yourself that the healing factors from the mud will only be activated under the perfect temperature.
Curious, you walk closer to the other side of the tub and dip your finger into the mud. It does feel warm, almost similar to the temperature that you would normally prefer for your hot bath to soothe your tensed muscles. The mud feels just a bit slimier than what you had expected it to be as you pull out your stained finger and mesh it with your thumb.
Yoongi keeps his eyes on you the entire time you are feeling up the texture. “That looks,” he murmurs while frowning at the sight of it, “a bit gross.”
“Oh, come on. Just get in. It’ll be fine, I promise,” you say to him as you straighten back up.
Without waiting for him to respond, you start to peel the robe off of your body, making quite a show on it as you strip down right in front of his eyes. Yoongi never looks away from you, and you can clearly see his sharp gaze darkening at the sight of your bare skin. Tossing the robe away, you carefully begin to step into the tub, gasping slightly at the first touch as you slowly dip your toe into the mud. “Oh, my—”
“Be careful,” Yoongi says as he rushes to your side. Gently placing one hand on your bare waist while holding out the other so you can have something to hold on to, Yoongi helps you to get into the tub and stays by your side as you adjust yourself in it. He continues watching you closely until you are settled nicely on the bottom of the tub, submerging your whole body into the mud right up to your neck.
“How does it feel?” he curiously asks you as you close your eyes briefly to enjoy the new sensation that is now engulfing you.
You open your mouth to answer him, only for your voice to come out in a soft hum.
After you are settled down in it, you find that the texture of the mud is quite—interesting. It is slick and heavy, and its warmth seems to be pressing against your skin, giving you soft massages which slowly help ease all the tension in your body.
“It feels warm and relaxing. I can feel every tension in my muscles melting away,” you finally answer Yoongi with a hum as you lean back, resting your back against the back of the tub and finding comfort instead of feeling like you are being pressed down by the weight of the mud.
“You’re starting to sound exactly like the staff earlier,” Yoongi claims with a grumble, though you cannot miss the undertone laughter in his voice, as if he is amused to watch you enjoying yourself and finding some delight in being submerged into something that seems so—dirty.
The expression that he is making makes you laugh, but you cool yourself down and straighten your back as you coax him to join you. “Come on, you have to come in and join me to know what it’s really like.”
Yoongi frowns. “It doesn’t feel gross at all?” His lips turn down as he asks you this, but you barely notice it when you have been completely drawn to the mud, feeling amazed by how it feels on your skin.
“No, it feels more like—” you answer as you slide your hands back and forth, feeling the weight of the substance against your fingers and your whole body as you shift deeper to relax. “Being weighed under a warm blanket. It’s not gross, I promise. A bit weird and new, but nothing that would make you feel icky.”
Yoongi shakes his head and chuckles when he notices how entranced you seem to be. “Fine, if you say so,” he calmly says, despite still looking a bit unsure about all of this.
Yet he still walks back to his side of the tub and carefully takes his robe off, getting ready to dive in. You keep your eyes on him the entire time, shamelessly watching him as he strips himself down until he is completely bare. He looks up just as you are perusing his body with your gaze, drawing a grin to his face.
“You seem to enjoy what you’re seeing right now,” he teases. A bit more of his apprehensiveness fading now that he has his focus on you. Seeing that you are able to distract him from his discomfort, you continue eyeing him, humming as you openly appreciate what you are seeing.
“I do, actually,” you answer him with a hum, which makes him shake his head as he completely discards his robe. “Maybe I’m just picturing you being covered in this beautiful mud.”
Yoongi chuckles, and you are pleasantly surprised to see that your comment has somehow eased him up further. His smile only falters when he finally moves, carefully stepping into the tub with his left foot and slightly wincing when his skin makes contact with the slick mud. Once he steps his other foot in, he is no longer wincing at it, though he still appears quite uneasy about getting in. Yet he still lowers himself into the mud, allowing it to cover his entire body as he settles down right beside you.
You wait until he relaxes with a sigh before commenting, “There you go. How is it?”
His eyebrows are furrowed for a brief moment. “Tolerable, I suppose,” he says with a hum. “You were right about it being like a weighed blanket. This stuff is heavy on the body, and a bit—thick.”
The way he says the latter—as the word seems to be filled with disapproval, while at the same time, sounds as if he is amused—makes you laugh. “Yes, it actually does,” you admit as you continue moving your hands around, staying close to the surface as you try to gauge the thickness and the texture against your skin.
Lifting your hands up requires quite an effort. The way your fingers emerge from the surface while being covered by the mud seems like such an amusing sight. Curious, you raise your hand up and smear a thin layer of mud on your cheek. Unsurprisingly, it feels soothing on your skin, so you add a bit more onto the other side to make yourself a facial mask out of the mud. Your action draws Yoongi’s curiosity as he watches you playing around with the substance.
“What are you doing?” he asks, sounding genuinely interested that an idea sparks in your head.
“Putting on a face mask,” you tell him as you dip your hand back into the mud, gathering some of them on your fingers while offering him, “want to try it?”
“Why would you—hey!” he protests as you smear a small amount of mud on his cheek. He tries to wipe it off, only to add some more mud on his face as he brushes his mud-covered fingers on his skin. Confused and bewildered, he looks down on his hands before rubbing his face again, making more mess on his face when instead of wiping off the mud, he only adds more to it. “What the—” he laughs incredulously.
“It’s fine. I’m telling you, it’s a face mask. Other spas often use mud for their facial mask treatments, so I figured, since we have a whole bath tub of it, why not put some on so we can have extra facial therapy?” you try to reason with Yoongi while holding back from laughing when you see the dubious look on his face returning tenfold.
“Hmm, is that so?” he teases you back, making you wonder what he is up to when he dips his hand into the mud and subtly shifts closer. The sly smirk you see growing on his face certainly has his bad intention written all over it. “Then, since we have all of this mud to use, why don’t we make use of the rest while we have the chance?”
Before you can figure out what he means by it, Yoongi slips his arm around your waist and pulls you towards him, all while he carefully begins dipping your entire body backwards into the mud.
“No!,” you scream out while laughing nonstop, causing all effort to stop him seem fruitless. Yet Yoongi doesn’t stop, though he isn’t going as far as actually submerging you completely into the mud. The moment you feel the mud touching your hair and coating the back of your neck, and once your breath is heavy from the weight of the mud pressing down your chest and the thrill of being submerged completely in it, he pulls you back up and helps you sit back against the edge of the tub.
“Did I scare you, kitten?” he whispers against your earlobe, causing your entire body to shiver. Your breath is still ragged and your heart is still beating rapidly after his evil prank. It takes a moment for you to catch your breath, and once you are calmed, you splash a handful of mud at him to retaliate.
“You’re so bad,” you playfully scold him as he draws back to avoid your attacks while laughing.
“Sorry, kitten. I couldn’t help myself,” he says to you, kissing the tip of your nose and flicking at it, smearing more mud to your face. “You’re just so irresistible. And you did say that you wanted to try everything.”
“Fine.” You roll your eyes and try to wipe off the mud from your nose and some that had gotten around your ears and your temple. “Now sit back and behave. We’re supposed to be enjoying the bath and have some healing, not play around like this and make a mess,” you playfully scold him, pointing at the mess on the floor around the tub which he created to distract both him and yourself from the odd trembling that your body is experiencing after his playful stunt.
As if the thought of being under the mud, being made to feel helpless and finding trouble to breathe actually excites you in ways that you cannot understand.
“Okay. Whatever you say, kitten,” Yoongi complies easily, something that should be making you wary. But as he settles back into position with his back resting against the side of the tub and his body mostly submerged in the mud, you decide that it would be best to join him and try to relax, allowing the mud to take effect on your body.
You shift back in place, trying to regain the comfortable position that you had earlier as you settle down right beside Yoongi. Moments later, you begin to feel the effect of the mud on your body which is quite unexpected. You try to move your hands under the mud as you shift back, and immediately notice that not only do you feel like you are being weighed down by the thickness of the mud, you also feel as if you are being restrained by it.
“Huh, interesting.”
Yoongi has been sloshing around underneath the surface of the mud, moving his hands around to test out the thickness of the mud to feed his own curiosity instead of embracing it. But your comment makes him stop and turn to look at you.
“What is it?”
You give him no answer and feel around a bit more. “Hmm, it feels a bit hard to move once my hands are lowered deeper into the mud. As if—” you stop to try again, trying to show him what you are trying to say, only to find that it is becoming impossible to move your hand further up, even when the surface of the mud starts to ripple around you. “It feels like it is holding my hands down so I can’t really move them as easily as before.”
Yoongi raises his eyebrows. “Are you saying that it makes you feel like you’re being tied down? Is that it?”
“Yeah, that seems to be the case. Or maybe because what you did earlier loosened my muscles so much that my whole body feels lax now under the mud,” you answer him almost distractedly, as you are paying close attention to the sensations that you are beginning to feel all over your body.
With your lack of experience of being in a mud bath before, you are feeling hypersensitive to every single sensation that the mud is giving you. The warmth that you feel massaging your nerves and the weight that is pressing down on your body are beginning to feel real good.
And not just in a relaxing kind of way.
While Yoongi continues moving his hands and legs around, allowing you to feel all the more restrained when you are unable to do the same with your own hands that had sunk too deep under the mud, you become more sensitive to how the mud is moving between your legs as you stretch them forward and slowly part them open.
All of a sudden, your mind begins drifting towards all the more inappropriate things that you should ever be thinking about while being in a public bath. Yet with all the sensations that you are now feeling coming to you at once, it is becoming quite impossible for you to ignore it. A gasp nearly escapes you when you try to shift, when adjusting your position in the tub only leads to the mud touching your sensitive spots that are hidden underneath.
“Hmm…you know what? This does feel pretty relaxing, more than I expected it would be,” Yoongi suddenly says, though his voice seems to fade in and out when you are starting to lose yourself in a new kind of need that suddenly comes over you when the mud is starting to press down the area between your parted legs.
“Is it now?” you answer him, though your voice sounds too airy, with your chest rising and falling with heavy breaths when you start feeling like there are invisible fingers pressing against your core. When in reality, there is nothing there but the heat of the soft, silky mud pressing down on you.
Surely enough, Yoongi is quick to sense this change of mood of yours. You can tell—even through your haze—when Yoongi turns his head to look closer at you and his gaze is locked on yours, searching, feeling amused and somewhat intrigued to see how your body seems to be reacting to the mud.
“Are you okay there, kitten?”
“Mm-hm, I’m just—” you sigh deeply with your eyes fluttering close, unable to hold yourself together when the mud moves, brushing against your bare pussy. It takes you another inhale of breath before you can continue to answer him, “I’m okay, really. I’m just enjoying all of this.”
“Is that so?” Yoongi questions you. With your focus on the tingling sensation rising in your body and your eyes barely open to pay attention on your surroundings, you fail to notice it when Yoongi eases his way closer to your side. Until the moment you feel the mud shifts as he brings his whole body weight closer so you can feel his presence, with the new proximity and the subtle touch of his hand on your leg when he is searching for you causing the tingles on your skin to grow more intense.
Just as the anticipation keeps building up, Yoongi finally makes a bold move and slips his hand between your legs.
He starts off by doing it lightly. A gentle tease at the are between your legs with his hand moving right under the mud. He barely makes contact to your skin, yet with the slight slosh of mud as he moves his hand closer, as his fingers are slowly reaching to the source of your heat, it feels like there is an invisible touch brushing against your center. The sensation sends a shudder through your whole body, bringing up a new kind of heat building from within your body.
Once he moves, not only the mud beneath but even the air seems to stir around you. And when his fingers finally find you, a light touch brushing against your folds with a thick slickness that is present between his touch and your hot skin, a spark lights up, your body jolts as a rush of pleasure strikes you so intensely. Though the weight of the mud keeps you still, restraining you under and keeping you from thrashing around.
The pleasure that rushes through you comes in small spasms that begin from the depth of your core, slowly rising as he gives a gentle tease at your clit. The sensation coming from the warm, soft clay being rubbed against your clit and his fingers flickering at your entrance feel absolutely maddening, and you are slowly losing control of yourself.
As the pleasure builds up, rising rapidly through his gentle touch, Yoongi halts every movement and starts moving his hand away.
“Yoongii—” you whine at the loss of his touch, even though you can still feel the shadow of his fingers that remains in the sloshing mud pressing at your hot core, drawing a series of pulsing heat coming from within you.
“Patience,” he whispers, while he touches your inner thigh, brushing lightly in a teasing way which makes you want to push your hips up, fighting against the restraining mud to catch his hand. “How badly do you want this, kitten?”
“I—” your words fade to a gasp when you feel the tips of his fingers returning, hovering close to your center. You cannot see it, but the disrupted mud helps give it away as his fingers are dancing close to your folds, keeping away just an inch to tease you.
“Talk to me, kitten,” he mutters .While he is keeping his voice gentle, you can still sense the firm command that he is giving you, drawing the more submissive part of you to take hold.
“I want it. So badly. Please, Sir, allow me—” A gasp stops you, drawn by the light touch of his finger on your skin when his fingers find your inner thigh. ”Allow me to cum. Please, I beg you.”
“Such a polite kitten,” he praises, making your chest swell with pride which only heightens your sensitivity to his touch. “How could I not reward you when you beg me so sweetly?”
“Yes, Sir. I—”
Whatever it is that you wish to say to him evaporates when his fingers return to you, coming right back to where you want him to be the most. Almost immediately, you feel like you are about to erupt. The minor tremors which had been building before are now increasing rapidly, and there is no stopping it from escalating further when Yoongi abandons his gentle touches and begins doing it more firmly.
Noticing how you are responding to him now, Yoongi decides to take more risk. Using the fingers that have been pressing against your pulsing entrance, he slowly pushes, sticking his finger inside you. He stops once he gets a knuckle in, and already your body shudders, while your walls pulse around his digit. The thought of any possible way there would be mud being pushed into you is brushed aside when your mind is muddled by the mixed sensations given to you from multiple things at once.
Yoongi draws back slightly and pulls his finger back out, using only his thumb to rub circles on your clit and distract you from what he is about to do next. Yet your muscles react before your mind can even process the feeling of his finger returning into your pussy, slowly sliding in between your tight walls, with your hips rising to chase him, denying his escape.
“Yoongi,” you gasp out his name, and he responds only by bringing his finger back to your hot entrance, not just one this time, but two of them, spreading your pussy walls as he slides them inside you deeper. “Oh! Oh, God—!”
There is a dark flame in Yoongi’s eyes as he gives you his full attention. He can easily tell that you are getting closer to the edge. He can even feel it through the spasms coming from your delicate walls that are clenching around his digits as he continues sliding them in and out of you. At the same time, he continues rubbing your clit with his thumb in a rapidly increasing pace, adding a myriad of sensations flowing onto you at once.
As your body begins to react to the heightened pleasure, the mud on the surface of the bath began to move around you, showing the world what is happening beneath the mud. Sliding closer, Yoongi slips his other arm around your back, holding your body up to him and keeping you from thrashing more wildly. His hand reaches your breast, and he begins to palm the soft mound, using the slick mud to easily rub and knead until you are arching against him in response.
It only takes a few more passing seconds, a few more thrusts and rubs, with his fingers finding your hardened nipple to give it a pinch, and you are taken over by the wave of your orgasm, pushing you over the edge that you come so hard that the mud around you ripples wildly, sloshing at the surface despite keeping you locked with nowhere to go. There is no escape, as you are kept restrained under the weight of the mud and within Yoongi’s tight embrace as you are plunged straight into your climax.
Your cries of pleasure are threatening to join all the frenzy happening at the height of your orgasm, but Yoongi is quick to take action. He leans in to capture your lips and drown the sound of your moans before anyone passing by the hallway outside can hear you.
Yoongi keeps his arms around you as your body is taking its sweet time to recover, holding you up against him as he slowly pulls his hand away from your heat. He draws back from the kiss once he feels the shudders in your body subsiding, and your body slumps against him. Your muscles instantly grow lax in the aftermath of your climax and under the warm comfort of the healing mud.
“What’s wrong? Are you feeling high from the ‘healing factors’, kitten?” Yoongi teases you as he slowly releases you from his hold, letting you slip back into your previous position in the bath tub.
You open your tired eyes with a light chuckle. “Oh, I’m feeling everything. Thank you very much for your kind assistance.”
Yoongi laughs at your comment. He seems pleased with himself—as he probably should—when he leans into you again, pressing his lips on your temple. It is then when you finally notice the mess that you have left behind on his body—the smeared mud covering nearly half his face that is beginning to dry out, and some that have gotten on his hair. You have no doubt that you are in a bigger mess after everything that he had done, yet you can care less about it, when the only thing that you can feel aside from the drying mud on your face, hair, and neck, is the way your body is humming softly with pleasure. And you can feel it coming from both your climax and quite likely the healing factor that the mud has given you.
Just as things begin to calm down, the lights above the door start flickering, letting you know that the thirty minutes time limit is up.
“Perfect timing,” Yoongi says as he observes the lights and the timer beneath it. “Should we move to the shower to clean ourselves? We need to make sure that we didn’t have any mud getting into your private parts now, do we?”
You wince at the thought of the mud reaching into the most delicate part of your body and immediately agree. “Seems like the mud is cooling down too, so we better get out of here.”
While you are having trouble pushing yourself up with your legs feeling like rubber and your hands still heavy in the cooling mud, Yoongi manages to slip out of the tub with little ease.
“Hang on, I’ll come and get you,” he says as he carefully reaches for the towels.
After cleaning his hands and legs enough to move easier and then slipping into a robe to cover himself, Yoongi walks over to assist you, helping you escape the mud’s possessive grasp and holding you up on your swaying feet.
Your chest swells when you see him coming down on his knees before you. With gentle hands, he helps clean your feet just so you wouldn’t slip on the floor, before helping you with your robe.
You continue to cling onto his arm as you both make your way to the adjacent shower room, following the attendant’s guidance to find it. Stopping right in front of the alluring shower space, Yoongi slips his arm around your waist and sneakily starts undoing your robe.
“Should I help clean you up?” he offers, drawing a soft hum out of you when the thought of him pampering you under the shower seems enticing.
“You want to give me a bath?” you ask him with a soft, tired laugh.
“You know I’d do anything for you, which includes making sure that you are properly cleaned,” he teases you as he slowly strips you out of your robe.
The remaining mud on your skin feels dry, and you want nothing more than to wash them all off to feel refreshed again. And then there are the underlying worries of having mud in places where it isn’t supposed to be. As if he knows what you are thinking, Yoongi coaxes you further by saying, “I was the one who made a mess of you earlier, shouldn’t I be responsible to clean everything away?”
“I suppose you’re right,” you murmur softly as you turn around, pulling his robe so you can strip him out of it. “You do need to take responsibility for all of this mess.” With a single pull, you manage to undo the robe and push it off of his shoulders. Once the stained robe falls to the floor, you take his hands and begin pulling him with you into the shower.
Any plans that you had on taking the lead simply fades when Yoongi grabs you around the waist and kisses you deeply. He keeps you distracted while he turns the shower on, surprising you as the water falls around you.
You gasp into the kiss as the water hits your skin. Your entire body is still sensitive after the previous treatment that the water feels like light massages pressing on your skin. With your eyes closed, you allow your head to fall back and embrace the blissful pleasure coming from the running water. It feels calming and refreshing at the same time, until Yoongi’s hands come to your skin with their gentle touch which brings back the heat in your body.
“Relax, kitten,” Yoongi whispers to you when he feels you flinching at his touch, though you make no move to avoid him. He smiles to you when you open your eyes and says, “Let me take care of you.”
His soothing words help you feel more relaxed to his touch, even if your skin is still so sensitive, and there is a faint humming sensation coming from deep inside your core which becomes even more evident the more he keeps touching you.
“If you insist,” you say to him with a hum. Then you reach up, brushing your fingers through the messy strands of his hair that are stained with drying mud. “But only if you let me do the same and help you clean up too.”
Yoongi chuckles softly. “I’m not going to stop you,” he says, as he begins rubbing the mud stains off of your face. “You know that I always enjoy it when you are touching me.”
With that, you quickly do the same to him, starting from his face, as you rub his skin clean from the mud, before moving to wash his hair using the shampoo that has been provided for you to use.
Things become intense and quickly start heating up as you take turns taking care of each other under the running water. You take pleasure in the way he is tenderly washing your hair just as much as you enjoy doing the same to him. He makes your heart stutter as he traces your face with his lips right after his fingers are done washing away the remaining mud on your face and down to your neck, while you draw soft sighs from him when you do the same, as you clean his face, his jawline, and his neck from all the mud.
Your breath quickens as his hands move lower to find your breasts. He takes his sweet time on your soft mounds, as he lathers a handful of the herbal-scented liquid soap on your flesh and starts rubbing, massaging them with his palms, and then moving to rub your hardened nipples clean until no more mud is left behind. In the wake of his touch, he leaves behind a trail of heat, surging all the way down your body from where he is touching you so intensely.
The water raining down on you from the shower is beginning to grow colder while you are tending one another and washing away what still remains from the mud bath, yet his steady hands are helping you feel warm as he runs them down on your skin, going lower and lower, moving past your hips and not stopping until he gets low enough to reach your thighs.
“Yoongi—” you cry softly as he runs his fingers along the inner side of your thighs. You can only let him as he grips at your thigh and slowly starts lifting one of your legs up, opening yourself to him.
“It’s okay, kitten. I just want to make sure that we have your body thoroughly cleaned,” he murmurs against your lips, before giving you a soft kiss. “I don’t want to miss anything when we’re done here.”
By the time he slips his other hand between your parted legs, you are too delirious to give him a proper response. All that you can give him is a soft sigh as his fingers find your folds. The sounds you are making grow deeper, shifting into a series of gasps and moans as he parts your nether lips and begins rubbing his fingers gently around the sensitive parts of your body.
Starting from your swollen clit, he moves his fingers in circles as he wipes away the slimy mud while coaxing a different kind of moisture to rise in its absence. Then he moves to your slit, rubbing back and forth until he no longer finds any of the slick substance left behind, and he doesn’t stop even when he feels your slick arousal coating all over his digits.
Once he is pleased with the result, Yoongi presses down the tips of his fingers right at your hot entrance. He barely pushes his way in when your pussy reacts with a throb, every pulse that has waned down begins to come back alive under his touch.
You start to sway, barely able to hold your weight with only one leg holding you up as he has a tight grip on the other to keep it lifted. The pleasure that keeps rising is beginning to make your legs quiver beneath you and your mind starts spinning, so you reach up and grab onto his bare shoulders, keeping a tight hold there for leverage.
“Let’s make sure that I didn’t get any of that mess deep inside here as well,” he says, right before he pushes his fingers into your pussy, drawing a low, breathless moan through you when his invading digits are spreading your pulsing walls apart. A wave of pleasure rocks your entire body and you shudder, already coming so close to your climax even before he begins moving his fingers further.
“Is everything alright, kitten?” Yoongi teases you with a playful nip at the side of your neck.
“Yoongi, I—” you gasp softly when his finger start getting deeper. “Oh, fuck!” you gasp before teasing him, “I don’t think that this is what they meant about using this therapy to help us bond.”
Yoongi chuckles softly. “What are you talking about, kitten? I’m just trying to be thorough.”
“Hmmm—of course, you are,” you sarcastically scoff at him. Yet your voice sounds feeble, and your moans are betraying you by showing how much you need him to go on.
“I can tell that you are properly cleaned down here,” he murmurs against your earlobe. “But why are you getting wet, kitten? I know that this isn’t coming from the bath earlier, nor is it coming from the shower.”
You let out a groan. “You know that it’s your fault.”
“Is it now?” he chuckles. “Is that why you are rocking your hips, kitten?”
You gasp as you realise what you are doing, when your hips are moving back and forth and start grinding against his fingers before you can stop yourself. “I can’t help it. It feels so good.” You whine softly and nearly cry out when he presses down deeply against your sweet spot. “Oh, Yoongi—I think I’m going to cum.”
“Already? So soon?” he groans against your neck as he presses a kiss there. He gives you a few more strokes, pressing deep inside your pussy, before pulling his fingers back out to stop you from embracing your climax. You open your eyes to protest, only to see his mischievous grin as he whispers to you, “What’s the matter, kitten?”
“Why did you stop?” You pout, making him laugh.
“Do you want me to go on?”
“But we’re not finished yet,” you say to him with a soft whine. Looking away from him, you reach down between your bodies to find his erection and wrap your hand around its girth. Using the running water and the excess soap you still have in your grip, you move your hand up and down his length, rubbing off the small stain of mud which is still coating his skin. “You’re still a bit dirty here too, Yoongi.”
Yoongi’s breath grows heavy as you continue stroking his cock, even when there is no more mud left behind. “You’re growing harder, Yoongi,” you tease him, “Does it feel good?”
Opening his eyes, Yoongi groans at your touch. “You’re such a naughty kitten. I should punish you for being so bad.”
“Hmmm—I think I do deserve a punishment, Sir,” you answer him with a low voice. “But can it wait? Please, Sir. I want to feel you inside me. It hurts. You promised to be thorough, and we don’t have that much time left.”
Groaning deeply, Yoongi grabs your wrist and stops you mid-stroke and slaps your bare bottom to scold you. Once on one side, then once more on the other side to make it even. It draws a gasp out of your lips, while the pain quickly merges into pleasure when he briefly rubs against your tender skin.
“Such a brat,” he says as he steps back in between your legs and presses his cock against your wet folds. “Is this what you want, kitten?” he teases you as he rocks back and forth, rubbing his cock across your hot slit. You feel the tip of his erection pressing at your entrance, and you instinctively move to press against it, hoping that you can get him inside you.
“Yes, please give me your cock, Sir. I need to cum,” you beg him as you rock back against him, enjoying the shudders rushing through your body which brings heat under the cold running water.
“Remember that you asked for it,” he says with a deep groan as he presses forward, finally entering you with one firm thrust. You were already close, already sensitive with the orgasm you reached during the bath and then after while he was cleaning you off from the mud, and it doesn’t take long before you feel it rising back up again even before he starts moving.
The first pulse of your orgasm erupts when he begins rocking his hips. He starts thrusting in and out of you in a rapid pace instead of taking it gently. His rough breathing falls against your neck, with deep moans slipping out each time he pushes his way deeper inside you to make you tremble against his body.
“Did you enjoy the mud bath, kitten? Tell me what you felt while you were soaking in that messy mud,” he asks you with deep grunts escaping his lips, and without even once slowing down. “Talk to me, kitten. Tell me everything.”
“It was,” you moan rather loudly as he thrusts forward just when you are trying to speak. “It felt pleasant. So good. Like the mud was massaging my entire body—” you stop with a gasp as your body starts rocking back against Yoongi in your desperate need to feel more. “Then I felt it moving around my—oh, fuck—my pussy, and it started to feel like it was touching me, rubbing against me.”
Yoongi trembles against you as he feels your walls pulsing around him. Thinking back about the sensation that the mud was giving you draws the same exact reaction from your body as it did before. Only that they all emerge through you more intensely with Yoongi being embedded deeply inside you, his girth rubbing against your walls while you are reminiscing every single thing that you experienced while soaking under the soft, silky mud.
“Then you started touching me, and I felt a lot more,” you continue with a strangled moan. “It felt like there were so many hands and fingers touching me at the same time, while the mud felt like invisible tongues licking all over my body.”
“Fuck, that’s crazy hot,” Yoongi groans, and as he tries to imagine how it must have felt for you to find release while he was playing with you in the mud, he unintentionally pushes forward with one rough thrust, sending you rising against the cold tile wall with its force.
“How did you—oh,” you moan when he shifts, finding a new angle which allows him to reach deeper. “What did you feel while you were in the mud?”
Yoongi opens his eyes at your question, and his strokes slow down just a little as he recalls his own experience. His eyes grow darker when he shares them with you. “It felt warm. You were right about how it felt like the mud was massaging your body, because it felt the same with me. Only that”—he groans as he tries to remember everything and starts picking up his pace—”it felt almost like it was licking and touching me until I grew hard, almost like I was getting an endless blowjob while I was trying to move closer to you.”
He starts moving faster again while being lost in his memory, as if he is trying to bring all the sensations back to his body again. “It felt so warm, almost like how it feels right now when I’m deep inside you.” He pushes forward again with a groan. “Only that this—the real thing—is much better. Way better.”
A sharp gasp slips out of you when he goes back to his rapid thrusts, pounding hard into you like an animal. The sound of your bodies slapping against one another under the running water fills the shower room, while the sound of your cries echoes against the walls around you.
“Yes, this is it. This is how it felt for me,” he groans deeply as he feels your pussy pulsing around his length, followed by the faint spasms of your incoming release gripping his cock with each thrust he is giving you. He reaches down between your rocking bodies, finding your clit and starts stroking and tormenting it until the waves of your pleasure wash over you and you shudder around his hard shaft.
“Cum for me, kitten. Cum on my cock right now,” he commands you with a rough pinch at your clit, and you come undone in a blissful climax while he keeps stroking his cock in and out of you.
Your bodies continue slapping against one another as he rides your orgasm. And he keeps going, continuing his steady thrusts until his body shudders against you as he finds his release, and he slides back into you as deep as he can for the last time as he lets himself go.
The sound of laboured breathes fill the room once you both fall silent in your slow recovery. It takes a moment before Yoongi finally steps back and releases you, keeping his arm around your waist to hold you steady while he reaches out to stop the shower from running.
“I can see now why they said that this therapy would be perfect for a bonding moment between couples. I’ve never had so much fun as I have today,” Yoongi teases you once you are both dry and fully clothed under the robe, stopping any chance of him initiating anything else while waiting for the staff to retrieve you from the shower room.
“I don’t think us getting frisky during the treatment and then after were the things that the staff meant when she talked about couples bonding over the therapy, though,” you respond while rolling your eyes.
Chuckling softly, Yoongi pulls you close to his chest. “Probably not,” he says. “But nobody can blame us for getting the best of it by going a few steps further.”
“Whatever you say,” you laugh at his playfulness, while almost forgetting that the day isn’t completely over yet. There is still a couple of other treatments that you will have to go through today before leaving the spa. Then you will be returning back to the cabin, where Yoongi will make good of his words yet again by claiming what he is owed.
But his illicit games and his punishments can wait. Right now, you just want to make use of all the healing that the spa can offer, and enjoy it together with your loving fiancé while the constant hum of your pleasure is still clinging onto you.
You hold his hand as you wait for the staff to come fetch you before taking you towards the next treatment, already feeling a new kind of excitement along with the contentment now surging through your body.
This trip may have its ups and downs at the beginning, but after what you shared with Yoongi for the past few hours alone, you can already tell that this is going to be an unforgettable getaway for the two of you.
One that you will definitely come to revisit in the future to find your sense of peace.
⤑ Author’s Note | Thank you for reading and for getting this far. Please kindly leave likes/kudos if you enjoyed the story, and also feel free to leave comments and questions if you have any. Any kind of feedback is also welcomed. Thank you again for reading!
— © 2023 @yoonia (Tomoe Dia), all rights reserved. reposting/modifying of any kind, translations, and unsanctioned adaptations are not allowed. | First publication & writing on Oct 29th, 2023
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New in Town
Pairing- Jack Daniels x f!reader SunDrop
Word Count- 950-ish
Warnings- I'm really shit at this, but none that I am aware of? some swearing, reader has a nickname but no mentions of physical appearance
Author's Note- This is a continuation of the events in Compromised but you probably don't have to read that one if you don't want to. Big thanks to @wildemaven-prompts for the lovely moodboard prompt and my buddy @wildemaven herself for encouraging all this Jack nonsense 😂
You look up as the bell over the door rings, ready to greet your customer like usual but most of your customers don't look like this one. They don't stop your heart or fill you with a blinding rage like this one.
He's in his standard day off clothes- tight jeans, crisp white tee, black leather jacket even though it's close to 80 degrees out there. He's your worst nightmare and favorite daydream all wrapped up in one tantalizing package.
"Jack."
"Well hey there, SunDrop. Fancy meeting you here."
You don't realize you've said his name out loud until he looks in your direction, hooking his aviators on the collar of his tee and offering up his trademark smirk.
"What are you doing here? You know what, nevermind, I don't care. Just get out," you say, rounding the counter and trying to herd him back out the door.
You might as well be trying to move a statue. Has he always been this solid? And smelled this damn good? Whatever. No time for that now.
"Aww, that's no way to treat a new customer is it, honey? I heard this was the best place in town for a cup of coffee and a lil something sweet," you can see the amusement twinkling in his deep brown eyes. The bastard, he's enjoying this. "You remember those apple fritters you made that one time in New York? You don't happen to sell those here do ya, darlin?"
Oh God, do you remember. Jack's absolute dream of a kitchen, the smell of apples and cinnamon filling the air, the coolness of the countertops on the back of your thighs, both of you sticky and sweet from glaze before Jack was satisfied and carried your boneless body to the shower. You hadn't been able to even think about baking without feeling your skin flush for weeks.
"No, absolutely not, no," You spin and point at your sister as she steps up to the counter. "Do not serve this man, he does not deserve pastries."
Jack has managed to catch your flailing arm with one hand and wrap his other arm around you, pulling your back flush to his chest, leaning close to whisper in your ear and you hope to God he misses the shiver that goes down your spine but somehow you know you're not that lucky.
"You're making quite a fuss, darlin. What do you say we take this conversation outside, hmm?"
You only barely stop yourself from stomping your foot in frustration - hadn't you been trying to get him outside? - but you do elbow him in the chest before slamming out the front door, the bells tinkling angrily behind you as you march out of your family's bakery.
By the time Jack catches up to you, still absently rubbing at his chest, you're pacing in tight circles in the employee parking lot behind the building.
"Why are you here, Jack? Fucking up my whole entire life once wasn't enough for you?"
"You have to know that was never my intention. I never once thought they'd fire you. I just needed--"
"Needed me off the case, I know," You interrupt. "I get it, it worked, mission accomplished. You got what you wanted, you even told me not to tell them, but it didn't really matter to you either way did it? It was nothing personal right?"
"Oh, SunDrop, it was definitely personal."
You ignore whatever implications that statement might hold and roll right on with your rant.
"And that's fine, New York was one thing but this is my home, Jack. This is my family. You can't just come here and what...what even would you do...why would you try to mess things up for me again?"
"You done yet? Got it all out? Can I talk?"
You cross your arms and glare at him, giving him a sharp nod.
"A lot happened in the last six months, sugar. I'd be glad to explain it to you if you'd do me the honor of joining me for dinner? I hear there's a real nice steak house just down the road."
You absolutely one hundred percent cannot believe this man. And you tell him as much.
''Hell will freeze over before I go anywhere with you again, Jack Daniels. So whatever your explanation is, you can take it with you when you leave."
"Well, there's just one problem with that," Jack rubs the back of his neck and gives you his best aw shucks grin. "See, I was in need of a job and it turns out your uncle- the sheriff, real nice fella by the way, is in need of a deputy and seeing how I do have experience in law enforcement and this seems like a real nice place, I accepted his job offer just this morning."
Your arms drop to your sides as you stare at him in disbelief.
"You're fucking kidding me, right? Tell me you're kidding me, Jack!"
"Aww, it ain't as bad as all that is it, sweetheart? We could do it right this time. If you'd just give me a chance." He steps in close and drops a kiss on your forehead before putting his aviators back on and turning to go. "I sure have missed you, SunDrop. Be real nice to catch up, I'll give you a couple days to think about that steak dinner."
"I want the steak AND the lobster, asshole!!!"
This time you do give in to your temptation to stomp your foot. And possibly scream through your gritted teeth. He doesn't stop or look back, but the sound of his laughter floats back to you and you already know you're doomed but you refuse to let him have the last word.
#jack daniels fanfic#jack daniels x female reader#wildemaven prompts#wildemaven prompts week 9#pedro pascal character fanfiction
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Date night with Ateez
Hongjoong: I seen Hongjoong setting up the most beautiful picnic, all of your favourite foods in one place. He’d take you to a nice open spot in the park so you can watch the stars while you eat and chat all while surrounded by the candles he brought with him. At some point he’d pull out his guitar or play a little instrumental on his phone that he worked on for you and sing you a song writen for you and only you.
Seonghwa: Seonghwa would love to treat you to a fancy dinner that he had to plan weeks of not months in advance, this would give you guys an excuse to dress up really fancy. He’d have requested one of the restaurant’s most private areas just to be that extra bit romantic. Soft music playing in the background while you both sat enjoying each others company in the dim candle lit restaurant.
Yunho: Movie dates would be the best with Yunho, he’d buy the biggest popcorn they sell (even though you both know you wouldn’t be able to finish it) The movie choice would either be a superhero film or something scary. If it was a superhero film he’d love glancing over at you to see you staring at the screen in awe as to what was happening, but if it was a scary movie he’d love being your source of comfort, holding your hand or wrapping his arm around your shoulder. After the movie you’d both go to a take out restaurant where you’d sit with some good food to have an in depth discussion about the movie.
Yeosang: He’d love a chill date at the arcade, you’d both feel so comfortable having fun playing games all night, but he could get a little competitive with you. He’d make it a mission to win you something from a claw machine, even though those things are rigged to hell and back he’d try his hardest to get you something. He’d also love to win prizes for you on other games even if you’re competing against each other and he wins he’d still give you the prize.
San: I see San enjoying a cosy night in, loads of snacks and drinks. He’d love to build a blanket fort with you, he’d make sure to grab every pillow and blanket he could find and make it extra cosy setting up a bed inside so you can both cuddle together and watch a movie on a laptop (or use a projector if either of you had one.) He would have bought you both matching pyjamas specially for this date.
Mingi: Mingi is another one who would like a simple laid back date, he just loves being in your presence. He’d love to take you around different street food carts treating you to anything you wanted. Once you’d both had your fill of street food he’d take you for a walk around the park, admiring the scenery and how different it looks at night even though he full well isn’t paying attention to anything around him as he has his eye firmly glued on you.
Wooyoung: Woo would love a date full of adventure. He’d be dragging you to either an amusement park or exploring the city at night. I feel he’d also be the type of person to not plan it with you before hand and just turn up at your place out of nowhere. On the date he’d take so many pictures, most of them without you knowing, he loved how natural you looked in those and he’d definitely keep his favourite one in his phone case.
Jongho: Karaoke would be the go to date with Jongho, you know this boy loves to sing any time and anywhere he can, this date will give him the opportunity to show and impress you but also to be so sweet and dedicate a song to you. There would also be times where you both just want to really let go and have a lot of fun with it picking some up beat songs or try to mimic the original artists voices making you both cry with laughter.
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Family Night
Angel Reyes & EZ Reyes & Sister!OFC Manny Reyes
From these October Prompts: “stop playing around with the lights, it’s not funny.”
A/N: I know myself well enough to know a prompt a day is a little ambitious but I really wanted to jump into some of those October dialogue prompts. SO I’m committing myself to a prompt a week for the month of October. Here’s week 1 out of 4.
Word Count: 2.6k
Warnings: All my fics are 18+ regardless of content. Cursing, really shitty attempt at jumpscaring LOL.
Mayans Taglist: @drabbles-mc (Not sure how many individual Mayans fics i’ll have in the future but happy to add anyone to any potential future fics!)
Manny was not in the mood to be anywhere but home tonight. It had been just shy of one week from her very public and very hurtful breakup from her longtime girlfriend. She wanted to be in bed, in the same clothes for days, eating tons of junk food, wallowing. But, it was Thursday which earned itself as family day at the Reyes household. It was forced on Felipe, but it was the kids’ way of checking in on him and guaranteeing time with one another. If Manny didn’t show up, she knew one of her brothers would have unexpectedly visited at one of the worst possible times. At least this way, it was on her terms and not at her apartment. She could cut the night short and head home early if she wanted.
After sitting in her car doom scrolling on her phone for a few minutes she heard the sound of a motorcycle. Subconsciously, she hoped for one brother over the other to arrive first. That’s not to say she didn’t love both of her brothers equally, but she definitely went through phases of liking one more than the other, which she’d never admit to either of them. The man parked right in front of her car which is when she was able to tell it was EZ. Relief washed over her as her shoulders fell. Right now, she liked EZ more.
“Sup, prospect.” Manny called out as she stepped out of her car, still leaning on the door waiting for EZ to walk up.
“You know, I come here to get a break from that nickname.”
“Okay, little brother.” She smiled as she shut the door.
EZ shook his head at his other nickname with a smile as he approached her and they slowly walked towards the driveway of the house.
“How you holdin’ up?” EZ asked as they trekked up the walk. He genuinely wanted to check in on her, and figured before they were around multiple people would be the best time, she was more likely to be truthful when it was just them two.
“I’m alright.” She lied through her teeth and glanced up at him. He might have been her little brother but he towered over her.
“Right.” His face said it all.
“I mean, not great but I’m not, like, miserable either.” She said backpedaling a little bit knowing her brother could see through the lie.
All EZ did was nod before she completely took it all back. “Alright, I’m miserable.”
“It’s only been a week, Manny. It’s normal.” EZ offered some comfort as he threw his arm around her. “We would have understood if you didn’t want to come tonight, you know.”
Manny let out a laugh at that as she leaned her head into him. “If I didn’t show up you or Angel would have come over, uninvited, and stayed way past your welcome.”
EZ let out a breathy laugh, knowing there was definitely truth in that as he took his arm off her and let her go up the walkway first. “How can one stay past their welcome if they were never welcome in the first place?” EZ asked as he opened the back door to the house they grew up in.
“Exactly.” Manny stepped inside knowing EZ wasn’t going to continue the conversation once they were inside.
“Pop?” EZ called out as he walked inside just a step behind his sister.
“Lower your voice, I’m right here.” Felipe grunted as he stood up from the kitchen table to greet his kids.
“Point in case.” Manny turned to EZ as they both grinned, “Que paso, viejo?” Manny brought her father in for a quick hug.
Before any of them could talk more, the sound of another motorcycle filled their ears. Angel.
“No one told him the wrong time?” Manny joked as they all scattered through the kitchen grabbing different items to set the dinner table. The two siblings left the kitchen and gathered in the dining room when Angel came in through the front door.
“Sup, motherfuckers.” Angel called out to his younger siblings as he leaned over the table and started to pick at some of the food that was laid out.
Manny grabbed a towel and swatted his hands out of the bowl they were currently grubbing around in. “You show up late, you eat late.”
“What crawled up your ass?” Angel made a face at his younger sister.
“The same thing that crawled in your mouth, get some gum.” Manny pushed Angel as she took her normal seat at the table.
Angel looked at EZ who was laughing under his breath, “what are you laughing at boy scout?”
“You’d think after all these years, you’d find a way to get along with each other.” Felipe said as he came out with the large pot of soup.
Despite being grumpy, he did enjoy having his kids all together under one roof. It made things feel normal for these short amounts of time. The timeline of events from Marisol’s death to EZ’s prison sentence down to both brothers joining the club, things felt very chaotic and these weekly dinners brought a sense of normalcy.
“Where’s the fun in that?” EZ smiled at his father as they all began to serve themselves.
Soon after dinner, the siblings cleared the table and started the cleanup, while Felipe made himself comfortable on his recliner watching whatever movie was just beginning on the few channels he had on satellite.
“What we watchin’?” Manny plopped on the couch closest to the TV.
“Some stupid horror movie.” Felipe picked up his coffee mug.
Manny grunted in acknowledgement as she pulled the blanket off the back of the cushion and got comfy. There was a moment where they both were silent, just watching the movie while the brothers were on dish duty.
“You doing okay?” Felipe’s eyes didn’t leave the TV screen as he spoke.
Manny’s heart dropped. Not because she was shocked that Felipe asked, but because she felt the pain bubbling up through her throat. It was a similar feeling to when someone hugged you and the floodgates of tears would come out. But this was the Reyes family version. Felipe’s question brought up an immense amount of emotion in the girl.
“No.” She said briefly under her breath, hoping maybe he didn’t hear her.
“You know you can come here whenever you want, to get out of your place. Maybe I’ll even cook for you.” Felipe’s eyes were still on the TV.
Manny stayed silent as she worked through all the emotions in her mind. After wiping the few tears that managed to escape she spoke up, “only if tweedledee and tweedledum aren’t here.”
Felipe let out a chuckle, “you got yourself a deal.”
The two brothers entered into the living room, arguing about something that Felipe and Manny had no intention of getting in the middle of, but Manny did want to get them to keep it down.
“Shhh,” she waved her hand at them as they settled into the couch against the back wall and tried to catch up to the movie.
“I don’t get it, why are they at this cabin?” Angel frowned as he rolled the toothpick in his mouth.
“It doesn't matter.” EZ and Manny both said at the same time in a monotone voice.
“But–don’t– why are they going into the dark scary room? C’mon everyone knows not to go into the dark scary room!” Angel said out loud.
“Angel, for the love of God, shut up.” Manny stretched forward to grab a pillow and throw it backwards.
“Hey! Your aim sucks!” EZ said as he caught the pillow and wedged it behind his head.
“There’s no way they’re going to open the door where the creepy noise is coming from, no fuckin’ way!” Angel’s voice cut EZ off, and before anyone could tell him to shut up again, a scream left his mouth as the entire house went dark. The sounds of the power going out filled the air, the TV powering down, the sudden heightened white noise buzz, but only for a short minute would the Reyes house know peace.
“Angel, get off me.” EZ said, pushing Angel off him.
“You scream like a bitch” Manny spoke up, still staying horizontal on the couch.
EZ’s laugh was soon muffled after Angel attempted to slug him.
“I have candles in the garage, please for the love of God all three of you go find them.” Felipe rested his hand on his forehead rubbing his temples.
Manny sighed, turning on her phone flashlight before getting up off the couch. Without saying a word she waved her hand for her brothers to lead the way towards the garage.
“I wonder why we lost power?” EZ said as they reached outside, looking around at the rest of the block that was also pitch black without electricity.
“A generator probably blew from the heat.” Manny spoke up as the humidity frizzed her hair up.
“It’s probably all the fuckin’ neighbors running their ACs all day and night.” Angel called out before opening the garage door. His hand reached up to turn the light on and repeatedly pulled on the string when it didn’t turn on at the first click.
“The power is out Angel.” Manny rolled her eyes as she walked past him beginning her search for the candles. EZ trailed behind her with his phone light also on the lookout.
“You know, as much as I enjoy the front row seats to the shit on Angel show, you might want to dial it back a bit.” EZ whispered to his sister.
Manny turned and frowned, now with the flashlight in EZ’s face.
He squinted and pushed the light down, “Manny.”
“EZ.” Manny mocked him, bringing the light back up in his face.
“You’re annoying.” EZ put his hand on the light completely blocking it out making the garage fully dark.
“YO!” Angel called out from the other side of the garage. “Stop playing with the lights! It’s not funny.” His voice had a tinge of fear in it.
“You scared, big brother?” Manny called out with a smile as she pushed away from EZ and made her way through the maze of the garage trying to make her way to Angel to scare him.
She would occasionally turn her flashlight on, almost to tease and raise the stakes as she tried to sneak up on him.
“Manny. This isn’t funny.” Angel said nervously as he saw the flashlight flicker on and off, getting closer and then further, and then closer again.
EZ laughed from his corner of the garage, until he saw the quick flash of light speed right past him, it almost made him drop his own phone but instead he used it to look around him.
“Ah!” Manny said as she lightly pushed EZ forward and ran off. EZ didn’t make a noise, but his heart was beating fast. He got scared.
Manny’s laugh echoed from another far wall of the garage. “Yea, real funny, Manny.” The youngest sibling called out as he caught his breath.
“Manny I swear to God, if you come over here on that stupid bullshit I’m never talking to you again.” Angel was backing up trying to corner himself so he only had to watch one side.
“You promise?” She called out and both brothers could tell she was smiling from ear to ear.
“Jesus Christ, we just HAD to have a sister and she just HAD to be crazy.” Angel mumbled as he scattered around while trying to keep his eyes on the light flickering on and off.
“Manny, we’re not five anymore, c’mon!!!” Angel was now begging, he hated every moment of this.
“Coulda fooled me.” Manny said almost at a whisper but Angel heard it clearly, which made him turn around and swat behind him like that was going to do something if she was there.
Manny quickly made her way in front of him, prepared to turn her flashlight on to scare him when suddenly there was a noise by the garage door. Suddenly, she was now scared, her heart was now beating so fast Angel could probably hear it from behind her. Her eyes darted to where she saw a slight light which was where EZ still stood, leaned over, catching his breath. The noise was on the complete opposite side from where her younger brother was and with Angel behind her it left very few options left of who could be there. Angel probably thought it was her, and EZ was too busy caught up in his own head to notice.
Just as she was about to speak up, most of the lights turned on as the power came back. There was a shadowed figure by the door and in the first few seconds before anyone's eyes could adjust, Manny screamed in fear and jumped back holding onto Angel who joined in her screams, pushing his sister off of him and then raising an octave when he also saw the shadowed figure. This made him quickly grab Manny before she fell into a pile of old scrap parts and boxes and quickly moved her in front of him using her for protection.
The shadowed figure raised it’s hand and clicked the string that turned the light bulb on, which was likely messed up when Angel had fussed with it before which was why it hadn’t turned on with the rest of the power.
“You guys get lost?” Felipe’s voice filled the garage.
Both Angel and Manny let out the breath they were holding in at the same time, their shoulders relaxed and when they both finally came to their wits, Manny was shuffling out of Angel’s grip.
“What were you going to do? Use me as a human shield?!” Her voice was loud and frazzled. Her glare was sharp and it was directed right at her older brother, who was staring right back at her. Her eyes didn’t move as she grabbed the candles that were to Angel’s right causing him to flinch and break their staring contest. Manny turned and marched away, patting Felipe on the back as she passed him. For a moment, she paused at the door and turned around with a smile.
“I almost had both of you.” Her finger raised to point at both Reyes brothers and she let out a chuckle while she stepped out of the garage and made her way back to the house.
Felipe was shortly following behind her, shaking his head at his 3 kids for what was probably the millionth time in his life. EZ and Angel walked towards each other, EZ letting his hands rest on his kutte while Angel ran his hand through his hair.
“I’m surprised she hasn’t killed us yet.” Angel began to leave the garage, shaking his head just like his father.
“I don’t know about you but she’s easily shaved 10 years off my life.” EZ laughed and followed Angel out.
“You know,” Angel paused in the driveway and looked back at EZ before nodding towards the house at his sister who could be seen through the kitchen window packing up food, “that was the first time I’ve seen her really smile all week.”
“Yea, you’re right.” EZ agreed as he really thought about it.
“And that’s the first time I’ve heard you say I’m right.” Angel teased and puffed his chest out proud and happy.
“You tell anyone and I’ll tell everyone at the club you scream like a little girl.”
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HAPPY EARLY BIRTHDAY MY LOVE
here are some prompts for youuuuu
“This reminded me of you”
“Make a wish!”
"I can't believe you remembered that" "I remember everything about you"
it’s emily’s birthday !!!
i love you very much
OH HEY LOVE.
This...really got away from me. I know that won't surprise anyone.
-x-
The Greatest Gift
Words: 3.7k
Warnings: None, just super fluffy
Read over on Ao3, or below the cut
Emily had never enjoyed her birthday. As a child, she’d always be somewhere new by the time it rolled around, never anywhere long enough to have good enough friends to get gifts. Even on the odd occasion, she did have someone her mother had never been the type to throw parties. The day was always marked with a gift she knew one of her mother’s assistants had purchased, or when she was older access to her credit card to buy herself something, followed up by a ridiculously expensive meal somewhere.
She enjoyed other people's birthdays. Loved the delight on their face as they opened the carefully selected gift from her, a receipt always in the box just in case she somehow got it wrong. She rarely did, a mix of her profiling skills along with how well she knew those close to her meant she often got it right, the most recent example being Jack’s 6th birthday.
His birthday was only a few days before hers, something he had been delighted to learn himself, inviting her along to his birthday party with such enthusiasm she wouldn’t have been able to say no if she’d wanted to.
She and Aaron had been close friends for a while, edging towards something more in the days and weeks before Ian Doyle had torn through her life. She had hazy memories of Aaron visiting her in hospital, still in the suit he’d worn to her funeral, a tension in his expression she still felt guilty for putting there. He’d kissed her cheek and squeezed her hand, a promise of someday against her skin before he left, her chest feeling empty as if he had taken her heart right along with him.
Since her return from Paris he’d been somewhat of a lifeline for her, the only person who could come close to understanding what she’d been through, his own life left broken around him by a man who did so just because he could. She spent most of her free weekends with the Hotchners, both Aaron and Jack helping her make her new apartment feel like home, despite the fact most of the belongings from before had been sold. Aaron helped practically, putting together furniture and painting walls, rolling his eyes at her and Jack as they sat together and played games. Jack helped in a different way, his laughter filling the space she now called home with something new, something innocent.
She loved them. Loved them more than she thought she should. Maternal feelings for Jack that she wondered if she deserved to feel, a sense of something close to pride in her chest when he did well at a soccer game. Pain and protectiveness if she happened to be at their apartment when he woke from a nightmare, running out to the living room where she and Aaron shared a bottle of wine, seeking out her comfort over his father's.
She was in love with Aaron. Loved him in a way she was once sure didn’t exist until she realised that’s how she felt about him. The moment it hit her she realised she’d loved him for a long time, the feelings trailing all the way back to when he was attacked by Foyet, what she’d convinced herself was friendship somehow so much deeper. In Paris, she had come to terms with the fact that somewhere along the way she had fallen in love with her boss, her best friend.
She was in love with him but wasn’t sure she would ever do anything about it. Their friendship was so precious to her that she didn’t know if she wanted to risk it, even if she would sometimes catch him looking at her in the same way she knew she looked at him.
So, when she shows up at Jack’s birthday party, one of the only adults to stay the entire time apart from Aaron himself and JJ who had brought Henry along, she ignores how the way Aaron smiles at her makes her stomach flip. Ignores how Jack’s excitement at her gift of an annual family pass to the aquarium, his latest obsession of sharks something he often talked to her at length about, makes her fall even further in love with the boy.
She has to fight her instinct to kiss Aaron to shut him up when he says the gift is too much, that he’d pay her back for part of it. Instead, she just rolls her eyes at him and jokes she’d come along with them every time if it would make him feel better. Even she can’t ignore the relief she feels when he immediately agrees.
Aaron pulls her aside the day after Jack’s birthday and asks her if she has any plans for her own. She immediately says no, because she didn’t. She’d politely declined Penelope and JJ’s request to go out for drinks, not particularly feeling up to it. When he asks her if she wants to spend the evening with him and Jack, she says yes without really thinking about it, unable to deny them anything, which is how she finds herself standing outside his door on her birthday, a bottle of wine in hand and nervous energy she can’t shift.
She’s about to turn around, get back in her car and tell him she wasn’t feeling up to it, when he opens the door, her hand still hovering to knock, a smile on his face. He was wearing a pair of jeans and a black polo shirt, the sight of him in casual clothes still making her heart race even though it was becoming a more common occurrence for her.
“Happy birthday!” Aaron says, pulling her into a brief hug before he beckons her into the apartment, his hand on her lower back, the ever-present spark of love for him threatening to go off at the slightest touch.
“Thank you,” she replies, smiling curiously at him, “how did you know I was here?”
“You’ve been standing out here for 5 minutes,” he says, one of his dimples on show, “I thought if I gave you any longer to knock of your own accord you might leave.”
She laughs, unable to deny it, and hands over the bottle of wine. “Here you go.”
“It’s your birthday, Em,” he rolls his eyes as he takes it from her, heading towards the kitchen. “You didn’t have to bring anything.”
“Mother always said to never go anywhere empty handed,” she replies, smiling as she follows him.
“Did you speak to her today?” He asks, getting out a glass of wine for each of them, opening the bottle she had handed him.
“Depends if you call the text she sent me first thing this morning speaking.” She quips as he pours the wine.
He opens his mouth to respond, a slight crease to his brow, but is cut off by the sound of Jack running through the apartment.
“Emily!” The young boy exclaims, barrelling into her at a rate she was now used to, just about able to brace herself before impact. He wraps his arms around her tightly, and she automatically hugs him back just as tightly. “Happy birthday!”
“Thanks, honey,” she replies, her hand running through his hair.
“Can we give Emily her presents now?” Jack asks, turning to his father without attempting to remove himself from Emily’s embrace, his head resting against her.
“After dinner, Jack,” Aaron replies, chuckling at his son’s impatience when he rolls his eyes.
“Presents?” Emily asks, uncurling one arm from around Jack to take the glass of wine Aaron was offering her. “You didn’t have to get me anything.”
“It’s your birthday, why wouldn’t we get you something?” Jack asks, looking up at her, his eyebrows furrowing.
Emily looks at Aaron who shrugs his shoulders, “He’s got a point,” he says, winking at her when she rolls her eyes at him, “I’ve made your favourite for dinner, why don’t you two go sit down until it’s ready.”
She can’t help the smile that spreads all over her face, her chest bursting with affection for him that she has to swallow back down.
“You heard your dad, Jack,” She says, looking down at him as she leads him towards the living room, “why don’t we watch some tv until dinner.”
Jack’s eyes light up immediately, “There’s a new episode of Transformers!”
She walks with him, idly listening as he catches her up on what she has missed since she last watched it with him, pretending the whole time that she cannot feel Aaron’s gaze burning into their backs.
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“You have to keep your eyes closed.”
Emily sighs playfully at Jack’s request, but does as she’s told, a smile on her face as she does so.
“Ok, my eyes are closed,” she says, staying in her seat at the dining table, despite the fact she was now alone. She hears whispering between Aaron and Jack, not quite able to pick up on what they were saying, and it makes her smile.
“You can open them now.”
She does so and is met with the sight of both of them standing in front of her, a small cake with a lit candle it in Aaron’s hands. As soon as her eyes are open they start singing happy birthday, as out of tune as she’d ever heard it, but it’s immediately her favourite birthday memory ever, her smile threatening to give way to tears as Aaron places the cake on the table in front of her. He takes his seat next to her again, and Jack climbs into her lap, her arms wrapping around him automatically.
“This is so sweet,” she says, her voice tight, something she knows Aaron has picked up on when he puts his hand on her shoulder, squeezing it slightly as their eyes meet.
“The cake is small,” Jack says, his eyebrows furrowed as if it was a bad thing, as if the mere existence of the cake in front of her, the singular candle lit in it, wasn’t making her skin tingle with so much affection for them both she could burst, “but Dad said we could only get a small one because there are only three of us, and that we’d need a huge cake to fit on all the candles we’d need if we counted them out.”
Aaron makes a slight choking noise, drawing her attention to him as he coughs around a sip of his wine, his hand on his chest as he puts the glass down. She bites her bottom lip to stop herself from laughing, the panic in his eyes set fire to that spark of love she’d felt when she arrived, an inferno burning in her belly.
“That isn’t exactly what I said Jack.”
Emily smirks at him before turning back to Jack, “It’s your dad’s birthday in a few weeks, right?” Her smile widens as he nods enthusiastically at her, “imagine how big the cake will need to be to get enough candles for that!”
Jack laughs along with her, and she looks at Aaron. He’s watching them both, his fondness clear as he jokingly rolls his eyes at them.
“Ok, very funny you two,” he says, “blow out your candle.”
She smiles at him and leans down to blow out the candle, but Jack stops her, his hand on her arm.
“Remember to make a wish,” he says seriously, an expression on his face that he inherited from his father. She nods in response, closing her eyes briefly as she thinks of something, unable to stop the smile she knows flashes across her face as she lands on what she wants more than anything. She blows out the candle and settles back properly in her seat. “What did you wish for?”
She reaches out and tickles the young boy, laughing along with him when he tries to squirm away from her.
“I can’t tell you that, can I?” She says, her eyes flashing to meet Aaron’s, a flush on her cheeks as his eyes meet hers. She looks back at Jack, smiling at his slight pout. “Otherwise it won’t come true.”
Unaware of the moment that had passed between the two adults in the room, Jack scrambles out of her lap.
“Present time,” he declares, briefly running out of view before he’s back, a crudely wrapped box that he had clearly wrapped himself put in front of her as he sits on her lap again, “this reminded me of you,” he says proudly, and she immediately knows no matter what it is it’s her new favourite thing.
“Thank you, Jack,” she says, kissing the side of his head as she unwraps the box, pulling it open to reveal a mug inside. It was white, decorated with cartoon black cats, each looking more mischievous than the last.
“It’s just like Sergio!” He explains, his smile as wide as she had ever seen it, his pride at his choice of gift clear.
“I love it,” she exclaims, holding him closer to her as she puts the mug down, “I’ll take it to work, this way Uncle Derek won’t be able to take my mug and claim it’s his anymore.”
“Daddy got you a gift too,” Jack says, looking over at Aaron, who didn’t even try to hide how he was looking at them both.
“I’ll give that to her later, buddy,” he says casually, standing back up and picking up the cake, “we’ll eat this first, then it’s your bedtime.”
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She’s alone on the couch, Aaron putting a reluctant, but clearly tired Jack to bed, her mind unable to focus on anything except the fact she felt more at home here than she did at her own place.
“Sorry that took so long,” Aaron says, joining her out of seemingly nowhere, a glass of wine in one hand and a wrapped gift in the other, “he kept coming up with excuses to come back out here,” he adds as he sits down, his glass of wine set on the table, their knees brushing as he does so, “he loves you.”
She smiles at that, taking another sip of her wine before she places the glass down on the coffee table.
“The feeling is definitely mutual,” she replies, turning so she was facing him a little better, her knees brushing his again as she brings her legs up under her, “you’ve raised one hell of a kid, Aaron.”
He blushes, clearing his throat as he always does whenever anyone complimented him on his parenting.
“Well, I try my best.” He says diplomatically, smiling tightly at her. Usually, she lets it go, and doesn’t push further when the subject matter clearly makes him feel uncomfortable. But something about tonight, the way he’d been with her, the glimpse of a family that he so often gifted ever, pushes her to say something.
“Aaron,” she says, putting her hand on his knee, “you’re an excellent father. After everything he’s been through he’s still the kindest, sweetest little boy. And that’s because of you.” She squeezes his knee, hoping she can get her point across, that one day, if she keeps chipping away at his insecurities, at his guilt, he’ll believe her. “I’ll tell you that every day if I have to.”
He places his hand over hers briefly, squeezing it in silent thanks. “I don’t know what we’d do without you.” He grimaces as he says it, the fact they had lived without her for seven months briefly making the air thick, a tension she hates briefly settling over them. He clears his throat and hands her the package in his hand. “This is for you.”
She shakes her head at him as she takes it, removing her hand from his knee.
“You really didn’t have to get me anything,” she says, gesturing around the apartment, “tonight was enough.”
“Emily, open the damn gift.” He replies, his voice as stern as it got when he was out of the office, a tiny bit of Hotch peeking through.
“Yes, sir,” she says jokingly, winking at him when he glowers at her. She’s still laughing as she rips the paper open, the sound dying in her throat as she unwraps the gift.
It’s a copy of her favourite book, Slaughter-House Five by Kurt Vonnegut, one of her many belongings that she’d lost since her death, her books all sold on.
“Aaron…” She breathes out, holding the book in both of her hands.
“Open it.” He says, and she briefly looks up at him before she does so, flipping the cover open to see the publishing date - 1969 - and a signature she knew was Vonnegut’s. “I remember you saying you usually read it once a year, and that you keep meaning to buy a copy.”
She’d said it to him exactly once. When he was building her a bookcase and she was ‘helping’ by handing him parts as he requested them. The love she’d been pushing down, happy to store it in a box in her head forever so she could keep his friendship, threatens to burst free.
“Aaron,” she says, covering her mouth with a slightly shaky hand, never able to cover how she truly felt in front of him “this is a first edition it must have cost…I can’t-”
He cuts her off, his hand on her knee this time. “It’s a gift, Emily.”
She stares at him, unsure what to say as she closes the book, settling it into her lap as she wipes a stray tear from her lash line, hoping he would somehow miss it.
"I can't believe you remembered that,” she says, her voice thick. She looks up at him from the book and he’s suddenly closer, and her breath catches in her throat.
"I remember everything about you," he all but whispers, their eyes locking as they fall into silence, time seemingly stopping around them.
Later, they’d argue about who leant in first. Who took the final step towards something they’d been walking towards for years. In the end, it doesn’t matter, the moment his lips touch hers all the doubt, all the fears she’d been feeling melt away. She cups the back of his head, holding him closer as her tongue swipes at his bottom lip. He swallows her moan as her mouth opens, his hand on her cheek.
When they pull back, she rests her forehead against his, both of them catching their breath as they figure out what to say next.
“Emily-”
“Aaron-”
They speak at the same time, both chuckling as they do so. They separate far enough to look at each other properly, and he takes her hand in his, linking their fingers together.
“Ladies first.” He says, ever the gentleman, and she smiles at him.
“I…I want this,” she says carefully, “I want you,” she chuckles at herself, her sound coming out more like a sob, “I have done for longer than I probably should,” she admits, looking down at their joint hands, “but I’m not the person I was before Doyle, before Paris. I’m different and…I don’t know if I’m the person you want me to be anymore.”
The silence that she knows only lasts a few seconds feels like a lifetime, but he hooks his finger under her chin, making her look up at him, the smile on his face reassuring.
“Emily,” he says gently as he wipes a tear from her cheek, the softest she’d ever heard his voice when he wasn’t speaking to Jack, “I love you.”
She gasps, not because she hadn’t felt it before, she knew he loved her, but because she never expected this, never thought they’d make it this far.
“Aaron-”
“I love you as you are, no matter what,” he says, shuffling a little closer, his arm looping around her waist, encouraging her forward into his lap, the book he had given her falling onto the couch, “everything else we can figure out,” he tucks her hair behind her ear, his thumb delicate at her cheek. “When you were…when you were gone I told myself that when I saw you again I’d tell you, that I wouldn’t waste any more time, and then you came back and we fell back into the same pattern as before. I love you, Emily Prentiss,” he says, and she chokes out a noise somewhere between a sob and a laugh, “and the rest doesn’t matter as long as you love me too.”
She knows it’s not that simple, not really, that in the morning they’d have other things to consider. The team, their tenuous footing back on even ground sure to be rocked by this. The wider FBI and any rules that might get in their way. Jack. Although, she was sure he would be delighted by this.
She knows it’s not that simple, but maybe, just this once, it could be.
“I love you too,” she replies, leaning forward to press her lips to his, their kiss tasting like her tears. She wraps her arms around his neck, holding him close. “I have for a long time.”
When she pulls back she smiles at him, her fingers playing with the short hair on the back of his head. They fall into a comfortable silence, so many things not needing to be said, and she settles into his arms as she hugs him back, lets herself find the comfort there, the safety, she had craved for so long. She didn’t want to leave, didn’t want to break the bubble they had found themselves in
“Can I stay tonight?” She asks, cringing slightly when she realises how it sounds as she says it.
“Wow, Em, at least buy a guy dinner first.” He jokes, and she pinches at his ribs, something that makes him laugh even more.
“Not like that you asshole.”
“Two minutes into a relationship and you’re already calling me names,” he deadpans, and she pulls away to glare at him.
“Aaron.”
“Of course, you can sweetheart,” he says, smiling at her, “I wouldn’t let you go home if you wanted to.”
She beams at his use of sweetheart, leaning back into his embrace. “Thank you for tonight, for the book. It’s been the best birthday I’ve ever had.”
“You’re welcome,” he replies, kissing the side of her head, “if I’d known all it would take for you to kiss me was a first edition Vonnegut, I would have bought one years ago.”
She sits up, and her chastisement of him is lost when he kisses her properly, something she welcomes without complaint.
Emily had never enjoyed her birthday. Until now.
-x-
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Eternal Lovers
Character: Isaac
Prompts: Masks that come off only once you meet your soulmate | Masks which represent one’s true self
A little something for dear @cheese-ception (the Ikemen Flash Exchange (@flash-exchange) 🌙
Once upon a time there was a town on the very top of Milky Mount. Snow white trees surrounded its walls like a giant seashell full of pearls and diamonds. The sky there was painted in deep sapphire, and the emerald grass held the scent of heather and cornflowers. But it wasn't nature that the place was famous for. The most intriguing part of the town was its citizens as each and everyone of them wore a mask that was a reflection of their own soul.
You’d never been able to see your mask in the mirror. Yet, something inside you whispered that it wasn’t that awful. Some people, indeed, avoided you, covering their eyes in a hurry. Others grumbled in displeasure, crossing the street to hide in the shadows. Most of them, however, welcomed you with a sweet smile. You did the same, listening to their complaints, calming, caring, helping. Every morning you woke up the citizens, ringing the bells of the Golden Tower. Every day you harvested wheat and warmed up water in the rivers, watched after sunflower fields soaked with yellow. And every evening you went back home, getting rare words of gratitude from the locals who seemed no more interested in you. It was okay. You still loved them deeply for they were your only family. But the night fell, and it wasn't gentle. The feeling of eternal loneliness came all over you again and again, reminding you how those people praised you only for as long as they needed something from you. There wasn't a single soul that appreciated you for just the way you were.
Until one day.
A mysterious astronomer settled down in the town. You saw him once or twice from behind. His soft cherry hair resembled the summer sky before the sunset, the skin was more pale than the crescent moon. He used to walk with a slouch, always so fast and anxious. It was strange, almost cute, and made you chuckle in delight. One evening you saw his slender figure in the apple orchard.
It's already so dark and chilly. He will catch a cold if sitting here like this.
You coughed loudly and deliberately stepped on a withered branch to introduce your presence, but the astronomer was sleeping peacefully, leaning his back against the apple tree. Sneaking from behind, you gently touched the man’s shoulder. When it didn't work as well, you hugged the tree trunk and started to shake it vigorously.
“Open your eyes, sleepyhead! Or you may gravitate to the ground.”
One red apple fell from the tree and landed on the unlucky astronomer’s head. He jumped on his feet, moaning in pain.
“For God’s sake, my name is Isaac, not a ‘sleepyhead’! And I wasn't going to gravi…W-what? What did you —”
Isaac turned to you in haste and caught nothing but the haze of your laughter. He took the red fruit from the ground and stared at it both in disbelief and excitement.
That was how your strange friendship began to bloom. You never met face to face but could feel when one of you was near the other. Every day you brought freshly baked pies and hot tea to Isaac’s door, and every evening you lit colorful lanterns on the streets in case he felt the need to study late at night. Isaac, in his turn, obediently followed you after the growing dusk, protecting you from the dangers waiting in the darkening allies. And sent you baskets full of red apples where you sometimes could find little hedgehog, Harry, always sleepy and clumsy, just like his owner.
It was a month after your first meeting. The sapphire sky was covered with pearl clouds, and little drops of rain were hitting the roofs like a wooden mallet touching a xylophone, filling the streets with the crystal music of autumn.
You wanted to hide from the weather in your cozy cottage when you saw a familiar basket full of apples at the doorsteps. As usual, a spiny friend of yours was sobbing right there, surrounded by red juicy apples.
“Harry, you little wretch! Isaac will get worried when he finds out you’re not with him.”
Suddenly, noisy sounds of someone’s sharp breath came from behind, giving you chills. After all, it was dark, it was rainy, and nobody was there to save you except your own self. So, you raised your hand in defense, turning back and hitting the stranger’s face.
The person most certainly didn't expect that from you and after a few seconds of desperate attempts to restore the balance dropped on the wet grass. The light from lanterns revealed his soft cherry curls that were previously hidden behind the hood.
“I’m so sorry” – you ran towards the man, watching ruefully how the dirt painted circles on his white shirt – “if only I could help–”
“As you always do. Even though they don't deserve your kindness.” He’d been avoiding your gaze all those days, but now his eyes, tender and clever, were studying your face through the slits of the mask. His mask. The most beautiful creation you’d ever seen.
Probably, your intense gaze embarrassed Isaac because he quickly turned away.
“I-I didn't mean to scare you! Harry was nowhere to be seen, so I decided to go and search for him,” he mumbled softly.
“It's alright!”, you were quick to assure him. ”I just didn't expect to see you here…talking.”
Your words surely didn't help. He lowered his gaze and looked even more embarrassed than ever. Probably, you thought, it was your first and last conversation. But before you could think of any way to smooth over the awkwardness of the situation, Isaac started speaking again.
“I wanted to say something but never had enough courage to approach you. This town, it’s…I’ve felt so lonely here. They all think that I’m strange and avoid me. You’re the only one who appreciates me for what I am. Before meeting with you I struggled to find my destiny, but your light and warmth showed me the way. You make me feel safe and loved. I…I want to give something to you in return. I–”
He was in desperate need of air, cheeks crimson red as if from fever.
“…I just want t-to be with you.”
“Nobody cares for me in this town. They’ll miss me only when they lose me. You’re the only one who values and guides me through the darkness. I just want to be with you, Isaac.”
You reached out to each other, sharing the same sky, the same pain and the same love. The moment your hands met, two masks dropped on the ground. One sparkled with the abiding faith and loyalty of the elegant Moon. And the other one captured the dazzling beauty and burning passion of the shining Sun.
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The Last One
June Drabbles 2022
Day 4 - Radio
A/N: I have been wanting to challenge myself to write a drabble a day for a whole month for quite some time now, and I finally decided to just go for it. The goal is to fill every prompt on this list by @creativepromptsforwriting with a short one shot (500 - 2k words) by the end of June. Can I do it? I do not know. But let’s find out! - This one was a lot of fun for me to write and in the process I came up with my new favorite HC for Javi. This one goes along with the same storyline from Nochebuena & Nunca//Siempre - in fact it is a somewhat direct follow up to the latter of the two, so if you haven’t read those I recommend them first.
Word Count: 2k
Warnings: language, implied smut, brief mention of gun violence/ injury
Summary: You and Javi have been living in your new place for months now, and that last tower of boxes has got to go.
You were sitting on the floor of the spare room when the phone rang. One leg tucked close to your body and the other extending out to your side and a cardboard box situated directly in front of you, you smiled when the bell tone cut through the song that was playing on the radio. Must be him. Warm anticipation swirled through your chest as you reached over to turn the volume down before picking up the clunky cordless receiver, thumb pressing down on the talk button just as it rang a second time.
“Hello?” You leaned against the footboard of the bed, a smile on your face that you knew he would be able to hear.
“Hola, mi vida.” The second his voice hit your ear you felt that anticipation swell and burst like a firework. Javi. The back of your head rested on the wooden slats behind you, the smile you wore spreading wider on your lips.
“Hi Javi.” Rolling your heel in the carpet, foot moving back and forth as you spoke, you let out a sigh. “Everything okay at the office? Are you heading out soon?”
“Yeah,” he answered. “On my way out the door right now, actually. I want to get home before this storm comes through, and I already spent too much time here for a Saturday.”
He had apologized for having to go in for a few hours as he was leaving the house that morning, kissing a promise that he’d be back as soon as he sorted through some paperwork to your cheek. Since the informant that flipped on him and caused his last raid to go sideways - Javi being shot and you experiencing the worst night of your life as a result - had been caught, the case that the man was connected to had started to crack open. It meant a lot of loose ends to tie up, which meant overtime and work on the weekends, which you were less than thrilled about. But it also meant closing a chapter that had been stressful and painful for both of you. Though he would certainly have scars, Javi’s injuries had healed well, the bandages gone and the bruising almost completely subsided, and your nightmares related to the event along with them. Finishing off this case was the final bit of closure that you knew you both needed, and you were glad that it had finally come, even if it came on a Saturday.
Because that means we can start the next chapter, and that one is going to be so much better.
Tilting your chin down, you glanced at the ring on your finger, imagining what it would look like with a second band stacked in front of it. You cleared your throat of the emotion that gathered there. “Good. Because I have a surprise for you.” Eyes moving from your hand to the box just beyond it, you felt a sense of pride over what you’d accomplished that afternoon - another, smaller and less stressful but still meaningful milestone achieved while he’d been gone.
“A surprise, hmm?” You could see the way that his eyes flickered with interest as he asked the question, one eyebrow likely arched high, mustache hiked with a smirk. You confirmed with a hum. “Can’t wait.” Me either. “I’ll be home in a half hour, alright?”
Looking up and out the window across the room, you noted the way that the clouds had changed from a dull whitish gray to churning sea of pewter and slate. There were still small slivers of yellow-gold sunlight slicing through, but you knew that could change at any moment, the sky opening all at once to unleash a downpour. “Okay,” you nodded despite the fact that he wasn’t in the room. “Drive safe, it's not raining yet, but it looks like it could start soon.”
“Always do,” he answered. “I’ll see you soon. I love you.”
Your response came as easily as your exhale. “I love you too, Javier.” So, so much.
Ending the call just as you’d started it - heart glowing and cheeks rounded with happiness - you set the phone back on the floor next to the radio and turned the dial to raise the volume again. Is this..? You focused on the song that was playing. It is. Your smile spilled over into a small laugh as you realized that it was the song playing in the background when you and Javi shared your first kiss. It was the perfect soundtrack to complete your task to, so you pulled the box you’d been working on closer to where you sat and continued digging through it.
– – –
By the time you heard the tires of his truck crunch over the loose bits of gravel at the edge of your driveway, you had just finished breaking down the cardboard, adding it to the pile of flattened boxes in front of the mirrored closet door. Perfect timing. You licked your lips and checked your reflection, straightening your top and running your fingertips back over a few flyaways near your forehead. You heard the clatter of his keys against the door, and then the scrape of the lock and creak of the hinge as it opened, stepping out into the hallway and poking your head down the stairs at the same time that Javi called your name.
“Up here,” you responded, watching as he ducked down to look up the stairwell at you. You sucked in a small breath at the way his features softened when he saw you, his eyes lighting up and the creases in his forehead relaxing. “Welcome home. Glad you beat the -” You jumped as a peal of thunder punctuated your incomplete sentence. “Storm,” you finished, laughing as the sound of rain hitting the roof followed the loud boom.
He let out a small huff of laughter through a smile, tossing his keys onto the small table next to the front door and loosening his tie with one finger as he made his way up to where you were. “Me too. Barely.” Once the knot had been pulled away you saw that, like always, the top button of his shirt had been undone beneath the tie, and he wasted no time in undoing the one below it now that his abbreviated workday was done. As he reached the top of the steps, his large hands left his buttons and landed on your waist and the side of your face, and then he was kissing you, pulling you close and breathing you in as though it had been 5 weeks since he’d seen you last instead of 5 hours. Not that I’m complaining.
You sighed into his mouth as he expertly parted your lips with his tongue, letting it slide against yours while he steered you backwards away from the stairs. Arms winding around his neck, you helped him eliminate the remaining space, tightening your hold until your chest was pushed up against his. He slowed the kiss down as his thumb slid up towards your ear, dragging over the skin just in front of it as the hand at your waist roved around to your spine. You lifted one hand to rake your fingers through his hair, lips twisting upwards in satisfaction as you felt him respond to the light scratch against his scalp, and then you pulled back just enough to end to kiss, leaving another small one in its wake.
“Hi,” you murmured against his lips, the hair above his upper one brushing against the corner of your mouth. Another crash of thunder rumbled overhead, and then the sound of the radio still playing from the spare room spilled out into the hall.
“Hi yourself.” He exhaled through his nose, his breath hitting your cheek as his fingers slid down your back. You loosened your arms, letting your hands fall down to his shoulders, forearms resting against the front of his body. The hand Javi had on your face came down to sit at your waist as he cocked his head towards the open door of the spare room and the sound of the music. “What are you up to up here? Have you been up here since I left?”
Nodding, you squeezed his shoulders. “I have.” You moved your hands down the length of his arms to grip his wrists, pulling his hands away from where he touched you and urging him to follow you towards the second bedroom.
He turned his head, tilting it to the side as he let you lead him. “This have anything to do with the surprise you mentioned?”
“It does, Javi.” You paused in the doorway, using your body to block it so that he couldn’t walk through. “But there was a surprise in it for me, too.” You smiled warmly up at him, searching his features and finding the same attributes you’d seen in the photos you’d found in the box you were going through when he called- ones of him when he was around ten years old, smiling proudly and holding an award, the bright green logo of a four leaf clover visible on his t-shirt. “You never told me you were in the 4-H club, Agent Peña.”
That box had been full of things that Javi had picked up the last time he visited his father’s ranch. In it you’d found a random collection of photos, cassette tapes, newspaper clippings and an old baseball glove. You knew that Javi had played sports as a kid, and none of the music you’d found on the tapes had been a shock. We liked a lot of the same music then. Still do. But amongst the things you’d found had been a number of ribbons and certificates along with a few articles written in the local paper about Javi’s accomplishments in 4-H, and that had been new to you. But at the same time it… You reached up and combed your fingers back through the hair around his ear, admiring the man that you’d given your heart to. It makes so much sense. The values that the club looked to instill - compassion, hard work, dedication and service - were all still sewn deeply into Javi’s personality. And they were all things that you loved about him.
“You found those, huh?” He shook his head and laughed. “I guess it never came up. Yeah, I-” He stopped talking as he glanced over your shoulder and noticed the appearance of the room. “Wait.” He dropped his eyes back down to yours. “You found those pictures in a box and…” He looked into the room again. “Damn. You… you did all this today?”
Stepping aside, you let him into the room. Where before there had been three tall pillars of still unpacked boxes from when the two of you had moved in - months ago - now the space was empty, the only evidence that it was still the same room the pile of flattened cardboard by the closet. “We’re finally unpacked, Javi. That one with the pictures was the last one and-”
Thunder rumbled around you as his arms came around your waist, and you weren’t sure if the electricity you felt was from the storm or from him, but it vibrated through your entire body as he kissed you again, this one much shorter than the first. “Means we can finally make use of that bed without tripping over a bunch of old junk.” None of it was junk, you wanted to say, but your mind had gone blank the second you felt your calves bump the soft comforter of the guest bed. “Means that we can finally cross this room off the list.”
The radio was still playing, and the storm was still raging, but all you heard was the want in Javi’s voice as he guided you down to the bed. Gripping his shirt as you sunk down onto the mattress, you pulled him down with you, a throaty groan coming from him as he landed between your legs. “No time like the present, right Javi?”
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Since I just reblogged something about it, I guess this is the best time to talk about my current thoughts and plans for my DSMP fics.
In short: I don't know.
I don't use Twitter or any social media other than tumblr, so most of what I've seen about the Dream situation are summaries shared here and people's discussion on it. I believe the victims, and I've needed the past few days to process my feelings toward Dream and how to move forward. My heart goes out to both the victims and the people in this community who feel betrayed by Dream. I may be a lorehead rather than someone super focused on the CCs, but this was devastating news regardless of your place in the fandom. I hope everyone is staying safe, and for the people whose best way to stay safe is to leave, I hope you know we support and love you.
Now, in terms of what'll happen with Gone Away, A Warden's Secrets, Pandora, and other unreleased projects, I haven't figured that out yet. c!Dream is such an important character in every single one of my projects as the main antagonist, and yet they're never truly about him. They're about clingyduo, or hotelduo, or c!Tubbo and c!Sam, and c!Dream's purpose is to hinder and/or indirectly facilitate the growth of those dynamics (by being the person the others have to deal with).
I've never intended to give c!Dream a happy ending in any of my WIPs, or even end with his victory. Hell, the main reason why all my current fics start the way they do is to give him that victory early so that the rest of the story can focus on the other characters overcoming it and eventually be victorious themselves. All my WIPs are planned out and give the main characters (c!Sam, c!Tubbo, and c!Tommy) the happy ending they deserve, and because of that, part of me still wants to keep writing them to give those characters their endings.
However, I don't want to be insensitive to the current situation. It doesn't feel right to jump right back into posting DSMP content that involves c!Dream only a few short days after this news came out, and it feels callous to not post about the situation for a couple days and then jump right back into posting writing like it never happened. I tend to be the type of person to not post a lot publicly when it comes to situations like this because I like being a space where people can come to if they need a break from doomscrolling, and so that's why I haven't reblogged a majority of the stuff I've seen, but in this case, there isn't a way to keep going without at least addressing it.
I had three more Whumptober stories planned for the DSMP and a fourth for @/aimandfire21's Bad Things Happen Bingo Event, but I don't know if I'll be able to write and post them. If I do, it won't be until the last few days of the month, just to give the situation a little time to breathe as people come to terms with what Dream did and decide how they want to proceed themselves. I may even decide to scrap my original ideas for them and fill those prompts using another fandom's characters and OCs. I just don't know yet.
For now, I won't post anything on tumblr regarding my DSMP WIPs, at least until I come to a proper decision. I will continue to talk about them privately in DMs or on Discord, but new chapters won't come out for a while, if I continue them at all. I won't be leaving the fandom entirely, but a little break feels necessary in the wake of all that's happened. I will be posting a lot of content regarding Jacksepticeye, his egos, and the projects/OCs I've created while in that community, so if any DSMP mutuals are interested in learning more, I'd be happy to introduce you. Maybe you'll find something to comfort and engage you in the meantime. 💚
TL;DR: My current DSMP projects are on halt, and while I won't be speaking about them publicly for a bit, DMs and Discord are okay. Instead, I'll be posting more about Jacksepticeye, his egos, and the projects/OCs I've made while in that community. It's time to come home.
#dream situation#I might reblog this once or twice just so people can see it#Or I'll update my pinned post with the link to this#It needs a refurbishing anyway#Also this came out a lot more rambly than I thought#But I needed to write this out#Mutuals DM me if you want my discord#I tend to share my thoughts a lot more there than tumblr#long post
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Fictober 2022 Day 2
Prompt: 12 - "You're making my head hurt."
Fandom: Owl House
Rating: G (Character Death off screen)
Relationships: hinted at Lumity
Characters: Luz, Eda, King, Gus, Hunter, Willow, Belos, Amity, and other characters mentioned
Time travel story where the Day of Unity is successful. The Collector isn't released. Eda, kids (minus Hunter), and wild witches are the only ones left alive. They are being hunted by the Abomitons which Belos used as a failsafe for destroying magic. Italics are events that are in the future. Also, Time Pools are not used due to the fact they aren't controllable, can't be made, and are difficult to find due to being hunted down.
It had worked. At least it seemed to. Eda, Luz, and King stood in the middle of the Owl House living room and it was filled with the random stuff that Eda had collected over the years.
Luz looked over at her mentor. Both Eda's eyes were bright gold just like how they were when they first met. Her right arm was back with no coven brand.
Luz couldn't hold back a giddy laugh of relief. She rushed forward and hugged both King and Eda. Tears stung her eyes as she tried to stop herself from crying.
"We did it," Luz said. She let out a sob at the end unable to stop it. Eda tightened the hug. Luz couldn't help but remember that horrible day.
Belos's beast form began to advance onto the group of friends. Hunter had collapsed onto the ground holding his right arm as gold veins covered his right side. Both Willow and Gus were beside him. Luz and Amity embraced each other. Belos prepared to strike when a scream echoed through the skull. With a wave, Belos was launched forward.
Those who were still standing ducked and Belos was thrown out of the skull. Luz looked over to where Belos had been. There was King.
"KING!" Luz exclaimed in shock. Gus rushed over to where Belos was thrown. Willow tried to help Hunter up but his right side was almost completely useless.
"I don't think Belos is going to be getting up," Gus said. The young teen looked sick as he peered down.
"King we needed him to undo the spell!" Luz exclaimed.
"Batata," Amity said. "He was never going to undo it." Luz felt tears build up in her eyes.
"No, Eda..." Luz muttered. Hunter let out a groan of pain. This being the first time he let out a sound of pain. The yellow veins are almost taking up the entirety of his face.
Luz couldn't believe she forgot about Hunter. She rushed forward towards the older teen. She grabbed his tight hand and pulled down his glove.
"Hunter is there a way to remove a sigil?" Luz desperately asked.
"I...i...do...n...know..." Hunter gritted out in pain. Luz's heart dropped. Of course, Belos wouldn't tell him how to remove the sigil in case he rebelled and managed to escape.
The hug broke. Tears were streaming down her face but she didn't pay any mind to it.
"Now we need to grab my friends and convince Hunter and Lilith to leave the Emperor's Coven and get into contact with the CATTs." Luz said.
"Simple, tell them that we are from the future and tell them what happens. BAM they'll help us." King added on.
"No that won't work," Eda said. Luz frowned.
"Why not?" Luz asked.
"Time travel was thought to be impossible until you and Lily discovered the Time Pools," Eda explained. The group paused trying to figure out how to get everyone on their side.
"You're making my head hurt," King whined. Eda chuckled.
"Your friends will be able easy. I can get us into contact with the CATTs and I can try to convince Lily to leave the Coven before..." Eda started to reason.
"Hunter will be the hard one," Luz said. It made her heart hurt but it was true.
It took going into the Emperor's mind in order for Hunter to leave. Her kindness hadn't even managed to keep Hunter with her until he was given a mission by Darius.
Eda seemed to figure out what was going on in the teen human's head. She reached out and placed a hand on her shoulder.
"Don't worry we'll figure out how to get the sad blonde on our side. Even if I have to force adopt him.
#fictober22#owl house#the owl house#luz noceda#eda the owl lady#toh king#toh hunter#gus porter#amity blight#toh#fan fiction#fanfic
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Did I miss the hurt/comfort/ sick fics you did from the end of SATVB? Or are those still in progress lol? I hate torturing Fictional!Matty but I can’t wait to see how you interpret what happened.
Hello (potentially again?) Idk if this is the same anon as before BUT just in case I'm answering both times 😊 The end of the SATVB tour sick fic is still a work in progress - I have become totally consumed by my holiday fics which I am VERY excited about and will hopefully be able to finish in time for the holidays! After that though, don't worry it will be TIME for the SATVB Tour IV Tearing Out Sick Fic Situation! Thank you so much for reading and your support! I hope you enjoy the fic when it finally is finished, and that you enjoy my other projects in the mean time!
ALSO - if you're ever looking for a complete list of my works
All of the works I have on AO3 can be found listed on my Tumblr Page HERE
(there might even be a few surprises added periodically that I published either anonymously or under a different account just saying 👀)
And a comprehensive list of my prompt fills can be found HERE
Thank you so much for reading and for reaching out! I hope you have a lovely rest of your night!
❤️Ally
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