Peachiepiesundays - Peachie - Tumblr Blog

"ooo, you're soft."

chris giggles as he gets his hands on you, roaming your freshly-cleaned skin now that you're on the couch with him. you're still a little damp from your shower, the scent of your sugar scrub (a gift from chris, actually) still clinging to your body for however much longer it'll linger. he just pulls you into his arms, hands slowly running over your skin as he savors the feeling of you being there in the moment with him. in other cases, this could lead to something more. but with you, chris knows that this is how you need affection sometimes.

you'd admittedly been touch starved before you started dating chris. and he fully realized it the first time he embraced you, holding you in his arms as you clung to him. he knew that you would always lean against his side, or hold his hand, or find some way to casually touch him--even if it was just linking pinkies together with him as you walked. and now he's just the giddiest man in the world when it comes to you, always finding some way to hold you or wrap an arm around you, or even just hold your hand if it's all that's appropriate for where you are.

his hands are warm. you just lean into his touch, eyes fluttering shut as you practically melt into him. "you're soft, too," you murmur against his shoulder.

he just giggles again, kissing the side of your head as he squeezes your hips, ever happy to savor this little moment with you.

Pouty Baby

Genre: SMAU, fluff, one shot, established relationship

Pairing: Seungcheol x afab!reader

Synopsis: In which you try and make your pouty baby feel better.

Warnings: None! Lemme know if I missed anything!

Note: This is a continuation from this post! It is highly recommended that you read that before reading this!

Have some clips of Seungcheol giggling to make your day better: link 1, link 2

@sugarbaybeetexts your long awaited part 2 is here ❤︎

Click here to join my taglist!

Reblogs are appreciated ♡

.ᐟMinors/blank/no age indicator blogs will be blocked.ᐟ

Seventeen and kisses (OT13)

Yuin's note: Poorly proofread. I'm going through a really bad writer's block, bear with me.

Seungcheol. Mingyu. Dino. - Forehead.

His main goal in this relationship is that you feel loved, and takes his job quite serious. There's not a safer place than his warm embrace, he loves to hold you and tenderly kiss your forehead like there's no time or something more important, is his silent way to say that will protect you and be there whenever you need him (cuz' words alone cannot express how important you are to him).

Joshua. Jeonghan. Minghao - Knuckles.

For him you're a princess, his princess and what better way to make you feel like that? Your hands are the prettiest, from time to time he will hold it and tenderly place a kiss on your knuckles. Oh, he's so in love with your lovestruck gaze, he can do this all day long just to see you blushing and getting shy over him, so it's not big surprise if he gives more than just one kiss.

Seungkwan. Dokyeom. Hoshi. - All over your face.

He loves your face, the tender way you look at him and your cute smile are his biggest weaknesses so don't be surprised, he's always so eager to kiss you and will just choose anywhere, it doesn't matter since it's you, all he wants to do is shower you with all his love and put a big smile on your face. It doesn't matter if you're depressed or just minding your business, when he wants to kiss you, There is nothing in this world that can stop him from achieving his goal.

Vernon. Woozi. Wonwoo. - Cheek/Lips.

Let's be honest, he's a simple man so he is just going to kiss you straight on your lips. Does it mean that's boring and not special? Better think twice. He respects your personal space and knows that can't just be stuck to you all the time but he's a human too, a person that loves you deeply and will remind you that he is there by suddenly going by your side, kissing your lips, and then returning to whatever he was doing (leaving you clueless and blushing).

Jun. - Eskimo.

He's eccentric and everyone knows that for sure, so it is not a big surprise when he just stares at you, with a serious gaze and suddenly caress his nose againts yours, followed by a shy laugh. But don't blame him. The truth is, Jun feels very comfortable when he's with you and likes to just be himself, is his way to say how much he loves you.

The Acolyte Incorrect Quotes

(Other take) Exasperated Osha

summer recap/favourite fics/fic recommendations for the first half of 2024

Professor Rapline by @joonsmagicshop

♡ professors! joon, hobi and yoongs x f!reader, professor x student relationship, the rapline takes turns on reader, namjoon centric, smut smut smut

backtrack by @mapofthesea

♡ producers!jimin and yoongs x assistant!reader, studio sex, situationship, reader gets absolutely railed and it's accidentally recorded

Masked miracles by @remedyx + Shadows we trust by remedyx + Boyfriend for hire by remedyx + Trouvaille by @spookyserenades

♡ these series' were already mentioned in my previous recommendations list, but i cannot stress this enough - go read them, they're absolutely amazing!! i will literally never shut up about these and i'll put them on every fic rec list i make until the end of time :D

Golden boy by @kpopfanfictrash

♡ pornstar!jin x f!reader, neighbours au, it's very sweet and funny, absolutely amazing smut

fast lane by @yminie

♡ racer!jin x pitcrew!reader, slowburn but so fucking worth it, kookie gets hurt but it's for character development, e2l/annoyances 2l, smut

midnight by @miniminimermaid

♡ yoongi struggling with burnout and reader helps relax him, soft sex, body worship

Sugar rush ride by @lo1k-diamonds

♡ producer! yoongs x producer!reader, coworkers au, reader is bratty and yoongi is a little shit, mutual pining, smut

A new rhythm by @sluttywoozi

♡ producers! yoongs and jihoon x yoongi's gf!reader, virgin!jihoon, soft sex, they help woozi lose his v-card, allusions to possible poly

three tangerines by @kithtaehyung

♡ brother's best friend!yoongs x f!reader, fuckboy!yoongi, reader asks him for help in the bedroom and gets everything and more, some angst

The early shift by @hobidreams

♡ barista!yoongs x barista!reader, coworkers au, e2l, angsty but gets sweet, yoongi is struggling and reader tries to help, smutty smut smut

love roulette by @whatifyoulivelikethat

♡ producer!yoongs x jin's bff!reader, a bet gone... right??, slowburn, humour and fluff, they help each other, smut, reader has a noona kink and nobody lets her breathe

noise complaints by @jkstompers

♡ producer!yoongs x bassist!reader, neighbours au, reader is in a rock band, smut

strike a chord by @snackhobi

♡ pianist!yoongs x f!reader, reader gets stood up and instead listens to bar musician yoongi, slowburn, smut

Illicit favours by @yoongiofmine

♡ producer!yoongi x writer!reader, bff2l, virgin reader needs help with writing sex scenes, shenanigans ensue, mutual pining, idiots in love

Tricks of the trade by @stutterfly

♡ shopkeeper!yoongs x f!reader, body swap au, jin is a deity of chaos, awkward flirting cause they don't know hot to talk to each other, misunderstandings, sexual tension and smut

Performance evaluation by @kookscrescent

♡ fuckboy!yoongs x f!reader, college au, one night stand?? au, reader asks yoongi to tell her whether she's bad in bed, yoongi is a little shit but what's new

Bad idea... right? by @joonsmagicshop

♡ college party au, e2l, sexual tension, tae is a little bit of a douche but hobi makes it all better, smut

a word from our sponsors by @ugh-yoongi

♡ podcast co-hosts joon and reader, they read smutty fanfic of themselves, sexual tension, f2l, humour, smut

porn director drabble by @badbtssmut

♡ director!tae x pornstar!reader, tae shows reader's co-star how it's done, public sex, dubcon in a way

Risk management by @chateautae

♡ investment banker!tae x f!reader, s2l, sexual tension (i mean, who could blame her it's tae), smut, window sex

petty by @hamsterclaw

♡ rich kid petty criminal!kookie x lawer babysitter!reader, reader is in charge of making sure kookie doesn't get in trouble, idiots in love, sexual tension but with feels, smut

Redamancy by @gimmethatagustd

♡ alpha!tae x omega!kookie, a/b/o, imprinting, scenting, older tae (*cough* daddy), s2l, love at first sight, smut

Like a river by gimmethatagustd

♡ alpha!tae x omega!yoongi x alpha!joon, a/b/o, unexpected heat, college professors coworkers au, semi-public sex

The love witch by gimmethatagustd

♡ demon!tae x romance blogger witch!yoongs, incubus tae, "how to summon a boyfriend" au, s2l, modern fantasy, smut

(actually you should go read everything jai has put out, she's incredibly talented and i love like every fic she's ever published)

My library | ATEEZ fic recs

I hope mingi knows how fucking sexy him and his hands are

big emo bf and his big emo hands 🖤

lollapalooza seungcheol ill never forget u pls come back home to me

stranded - kmg

genre: fluff, idol au | wc: 350 | warnings: pulling out hair (/j) | bf!mingyu x reader a/n: um... mingyu soft hours?!?

"hey, your eyes are drooping..."

mingyu blinks away from his lyric sheet, your figure suddenly in front of him. his lips part to speak but his brain is too slow to process anything.

the bags under his eyes are heavy, his slouched back over the table, and abandoned papers sprawled out tell you everything you need to know.

you shake your head at his sluggish form. "you've been sitting there for hours, gyu."

he smiles at you—you're always looking out for him and worried for nothing, he thinks. "just need to finish this..."

"nuh-uh," you murmured, crouching down beside him and taking the pen out of his hand. "you have to sleep now."

he sighs and reaches for the pen. "y/n—"

"mingyu," you sternly say, brushing a stray strand out of his face. "i said you have to sleep now."

"but jihoon needs this by tomorrow," he whines, leaning into your touch. "you know, he's counting on me, babe..."

you scoff at his pout, your fingers gently tightening on his hair. "if i don't see you in bed, i'm seriously gonna pull your hair out."

mingyu looks at you with a grin, finding the threat rather funny.

"just finish it tomorrow, gyu," you plead, cupping his face, "you're no good to jihoon half-asleep."

he chuckles, now leaning onto you, "fine..." he mutters with a playful smirk. he suddenly nudges you backward, and before you know it, you're both lying on the carpet.

"hey, wait a minute—" you muttered, realizing what he's up to.

"m'just sleeping like you said to..." he slurs.

you narrow your eyes at him. "okay, but this isn't the bed, mingyu!"

"close enough," he mumbles, eyes already half-closed as he snuggles into your side.

you poke his cheek. "i swear, if you fall asleep on me right now, i will pull your hair out." 

"you wouldn't..." he lazily hums.

you huff, finding yourself adjusting to make him more comfortable.

"i'll let you off this time," you whisper, leaning your head against his, "but only because you need it..."

mingyu doesn’t respond, already fast asleep. jihoon can wait anyway.

"ducky"

tldr: all the way joshua uses your nickname a/n: i like this one (⸝⸝๑ ̫ ๑⸝⸝⸝)

whispers: when he’s trying to gossip 

“ducky” you barely hear him over the music inside the venue, party in full swing around you. you are watching the dance floor, amused by watching your friends act like fools, but you can never ignore him; so you turn around to face him, confused as to why he’s speaking so softly in such a loud place. when your eyes meet, he smiles at you, full of love. only when you raise an eyebrow does he remember why he came up to you in the first place. 

“he’s is sleeping with her best friend. i just found out.” he continues to whisper, despite the music being almost deafening. your eyes widen to saucers, unbelieving that he actually got confirmation of a rumor that had been floating around about some friend of a friend’s sleazy boyfriend. you’re about to ask how he found out when–

“in fact: he's sleeping with her roommate too.” your mouth gapes, this was not something you’d heard before. You can always count on him to tell you the good tea. when people told him not to tell anyone, it never included you. he told you everything. “what do you think about that, ducky?”

shouts in the mic: across an empty stadium 

“everybody, welcome to the stage: ducky!” the venue was empty of any carat, thank god. you only wanted to visit him at the venue before caratland the next day, knowing this would be your only opportunity to be up on the stage with him. he’d been asking you to come by so he could show you what it felt like. he wanted to show you the lights and let you experience this part of his life. 

“don’t be shy now, you were excited about this!” he teased, without the mic, when you reached him on the large stage. your eyes widened when you looked out over the stadium. the sheer number of seats was so intimidating, and to think of the seats filled with bodies was incomprehensible. 

“here, hold the mic.” he passed you the white, bedazzled mic. it was heavier than you expected. you could see your arm getting tired holding this thing to your mouth for too long. you looked over at him, unsure of what to do next. he raised a brow at you, gesturing for you to, “sing something for me, ducky.”

echoes: just to see you blush

“ducky, ducky, ducky!”  he was so happy to see you walk through the door of seungcheol’s apartment. they had all been waiting for you to start the movie queued up on the screen, at his insistence. you loved movie night with his fellow 95s and he knew you’d like the movie they’d picked to watch. 

“how was your day, ducky?” he got up from the couch to greet you properly, overusing the cute petname just to see you flush, knowing it made you embarrassed around his members. he lived to tease you, to see your coloring change, and the little crease between your eyebrows appears. he loves it. 

“oh, ducky, i hope it was good.” he wraps his arms around you in a hug, clinging tightly. he hated being apart from you, even if it was just for your shift at work. movie night was always something he looked forward to, all his favorite people in one place. he leans to whisper in your ear, “i’m so happy to see you, ducky.”

garbles: after too many shots

“ducky” he slurs, the music in the bar so loud you can barely hear him. you’re chatting with mingyu, but you feel him tug on your shirt sleeve. you excuse yourself from your conversation and turn to see him, eyes droopy and a dopey smile on his face. you’d been apart for about 20 minutes and you knew he’d come back to you all gooey and lovey. 

“come home with me. i’ll call the car.” he was glued to your side, arm around your waist, head buried in your neck. you could’ve stayed out a little longer but he wanted to leave and he was being so sweet, how could you tell him no? agreeing to leave and go home with him, his face lit up. he whipped his phone out of his pocket.

“will you order the car? i don’t think i can see straight.” he held his phone out to you, confident you could do this for him. his only focus in this moment was getting even closer to you he looked like he was about to fall asleep, eyes closed, head on your shoulder. he turned his head, pressing s gentle kiss to your shoulder, “thank you, ducky.”

sing-songs: when he gets home

“ducky~” he called out to you, knowing his voice would carry through the apartment. and sure enough, moments later he heard your quick steps across the floors, hurrying your way to him. he took a moment to pry his shoes off, not wanting to track any dirt inside. he was so preoccupied, he didn’t notice your steps had stopped. standing up from his bent position, he jumped slightly, finally seeing you, a smile stretching across his face after the initial scare.

“i missed you.” he reaches out to you, wanting to hold you in his arms after a few weeks apart. he loved his job, but leaving you behind was like a knife in the heart every time. this tour was fun but he longed for you the entire time he was gone. he held back some tears as he stood with you in the entryway to your apartment, rocking gently back and forth. 

“i am so happy to be home with you.” you could tell he meant it, hear the emotion in his voice. he rocks you a little longer and holds you a little tighter, not wanting the moment to end, to be separated again. you respond in kind, tightening your arms around his waist, burring your face deeper into his chest. “next time you’re coming with me, ducky.” 

love it when he’s flexing his muscles like okay sir we get it you’re hot

kind gestures svt would make to their s/o without them realizing

warnings: descriptions; headcanons; gn (mostly) reader self insert;

pairings: svt x gn reader

gender/aus: super fluff

Scoups

Protecting you from getting hurt.

He's a protector… period. We all know that already. He's the leader of seventeen, the leader of carats, this man is used to taking control of the situation and it's almost instinctive for him. Cheol simply doesn't notice the way he puts his hand on the edge of the table so you don't hit your head when you get up. He doesn't notice the protective hand on your back, urging you into the first seats. He notices even less the way he wakes up in the middle of the night because he knows you're moving around in a strange and potentially dangerous position for your back. It's just natural.

Jeonghan

Brushing or drying your hair.

On those occasions when you've had a bad day, your head is throbbbing and all you want is to be looked after by your boyfriend, you can bet that Jeonghan will do it. He'll follow your hair care routine step by step to the letter. Jeonghan has such a light hand that you fall asleep whenever he's gently brushing your hair. When your entire post-bath routine is complete, he'll arrange your sleeping body on the bed, he'll lie down next to you and you'll sleep together until the next day.

Joshua

Stands behind you when you're wearing skirts or shorts to avoid any accidents.

If you need to climb stairs, he'll be right behind you. If you need to pick something up, he'll hold the end of your skirt between his fingers so that it doesn't ride up. If you drop something on the floor (and Shua can't get down faster than you), he'll take a few steps to the side to cover you. It doesn't matter if you're wearing protective shorts or not, Joshua doesn't want you to become the object of evil looks or comments.

Jun

Does never admit that he hates your musical taste.

You will turn on the speakers before cleaning the house or just for vibing around and Jun already know what's coming. He absolutely hates the loud songs you listen to, but he'll never actually say it. If he's really invested into pampering you, he'll even nod and say “wow, that one's good, babe”. He doesn't like the songs, but he loves seeing you dance to them happily. Eventually becomes attached to the music because it reminds him of you.

Hoshi

Put on or take off your shoes.

He will do this without hesitation. The minute you leave the house, Hoshi will take the shoes from your hands, kneel down in front of you and help you put them on. If it's a pair of sneakers, he'll make an extra effort to tie the laces. If they're heels (especially with straps) Hoshi will make a point of dragging his nails along the back of your calf, just because he thinks it's funny to see your leg fail. He's a prankster.

Wonwoo

Google the things you mention.

If Wonwoo doesn't know about something you like or something you've mentioned, he'll research it later. He wants to be a part of every part of your life and uses these little details to reaffirm his love for you. So if there's a new skincare routine that you're dying to try, Wonwoo will research everything about it so that he can accompany you when you buy it, or help you when you apply it, or nod when you explain the function and order of every. single. product. You were talking to him about some "primer" and "foundation" stuff that he's not aware of? He'll google what it is as soon as you finish.

Woozi

Solves your problems so you don't have to worry.

Woozi might do bureaucratic things for you. You know those grown-up things that nobody wants to do? Like, you need to call the bank? He's already got the phone in his hand. Do you need to make a doctor's appointment? He'll do it for you. Filing your taxes or making the grocery list? Don't worry about it.

Dokyeom

Carrying you.

Dok is a strong boy, like he has big arms. And he likes it when you look impressed by that, it's a surprise every time you remember that your adorable puppy boyfie is actually a HUGE man. So every time you're coming back from an event, or somewhere you've had to wear heels, Dok will lift you up bridal style and carry you to the car, then to the door of the house, or to the bedroom…

Mingyu

Cares about your food (what a surprise).

If you order something with strawberries, he'll order it too just to give you his strawberry, because even though he likes strawberries, you like strawberries more, so he doesn't mind going the rest of his life without eating strawberries. If you're eating while walking in the street and Mingyu sees that you're struggling to eat while holding a can of soda, he'll hold it out to you and keep offering it to you until you've finished eating. Mingyu just wants to see you well fed, because he's happy to see the little weeds you make when you eat something you really like.

Minghao

Discreet PDA when you're tired.

Minghao will discreetly intertwine his pinky in yours if he notices that you're starting to feel overwhelmed in a crowded environment, he'll be your main object of comfort. In fact, he'll do this even if you only really like physical touch, despite not being the biggest fan of pda. It's the perfect blend of affectionate and discreet.

Seungkwan

Takes high care of your health.

He is always the first one to ask you how your doctor appointment went out. He buys you vitamins and cooks you proper meals. Boo is just always reminding you of drinking water and stretching when you've been sitting in the same position for a while. He just can't stand the thought of you in pain or ill. He WILL come up with the "your body is a temple" talk, you can't escape it.

Vernon

Gives up some of his habits for you without you realizing it.

He's said to be mostly a disorganized person, but as soon as you start living together, he'll subtly change a few habits to make you comfortable - especially if he knows you like things tidy. So don't be surprised if he starts folding both of your clothes and making your bed in the morning for the next few weeks. He'll do these tiny little things. He probably wouldn't turn into Mr. Cleanest overnight, but he would do these little tasks for you.

Dino

Carrying your bags and opening doors.

Dino never lets you carry anything, or open doors or anything that requires using your hands. You don't have to because, after all, he's there to do all that. It doesn't matter if it's light, if it's heavy, if it's just your cell phone… he'll carry it for you. No argument there. And yes, I'm totally influenced by that video of his. If Dino sees you with anything in your hand, he'll rush to take it from you. If you need to call the elevator, he'll rush to do it before you even think about it.

instead of shelling out 70 dollars for the new Silent Hill 2 remake, consider playing the original masterpiece for free on PC.

installing the game is incredibly easy even for the least computer-savvy people.

no matter your PC specs, you can play it. the game was designed to run on 2002 hardware. there is a 99% chance the game will run on your build.

the original Silent Hill 2 is abandonware, so you need not worry about the ethics of piracy.

after you install the game, be sure to patch it to turn it into the Silent Hill 2: Enhanced Edition.

the Enhanced Edition will let it run on modern builds and vastly improve the framerate and graphics.

you don't need to have any prior knowledge of computers to patch the game. follow the very easy instructions on the website. the game will essentially patch itself.

Link to the Silent Hill 2: Enhanced Edition.

so. many. thoughts. in. my. head.

Random BF Texts With Seungcheol

Pairing: Seungcheol x afab!reader

Genre: SMAU, fluff, slight crack, established relationship

Rating: sfw

Warnings: mentions of Cheol tiddies, lemme know if I missed anything!

Note: I want to nom nom daddy Cheol's tiddies so bad.

As always, it is a must that I tag @brownsugarbaybee in every Cheol fic I write.

Click here to join my taglist!

Reblogs are appreciated ♡

.ᐟMinors/blank/no age indicator blogs will be blocked.ᐟ

?!?!? 😭😭😭

Streak | Hong Joshua | MDNI 18+

pairing: Joshua x fem!reader

warnings: SMUT

-

Bliss.

It’s all you feel right now.

Your boyfriend is slowly but firmly thrusting in and out of you.

In and out.

Your eyes roll to the back of your head as you get lost in the rhythm.

You’re obsessed with your boyfriend, Joshua, a hunk and a half with a beautiful smile and a gentlemanly personality that is strong enough for people not to guess just how good he is at rearranging your guts almost every night. You’re not sure where he gets his stamina from but you can’t complain. He takes the lead and all you have to do is lay there and accept what he gives.

It suddenly hits you.

“St- stop!” You yell.

Joshua immediately stills looking down at you with wide eyes.

“What, what happened? Am I going too fast?”

Ignoring him, you grab his shoulders. 

“What time is it?”

Without pulling out, Joshua reaches over to your bedside table and grabs your phone.

“11:54”

Your eyes bulge out of your head as you immediately snatch your phone and open up the app you’ve opened every single day without fail for the past 478 days.

Duolingo.

You’ve been using Duolingo to learn Joshua’s mother tongue- Korean. 

As Duo stares back at you, Joshua rocks into you slowly.

“Sorry,” he grunts out. “Reflex.”

You gasp as he hits your sweet spot, the tip of his beautiful and big dick touching that sacred spot only he has ever had the pleasure of finding.

“It’s okay, you can keep going. Th-this should be super quick.” you say as you touch his strong biceps carefully.

“What? You’re sure?” he asks quizzically.

“Yeah, yeah go ahead I promise I’ll finish this quickly.”

Joshua smirks as he thrusts at the same time as you attempting to answer the first multiple choice question.

“Okay,” Joshua starts, leaning down closer to your ear.

“Every question you get wrong, I stop moving,” he says as he traces your nipple in slow circles with his soft fingertips.

Only Joshua would make you seriously consider losing your 478 day streak.

“Deal.”

Just 9 more questions to get through you tell yourself. That’s if you don’t get anything wrong.

4 minutes left.

It’s your lucky day because the next 3 questions are all multiple choice.

However, the second Joshua notices you attempting to type, he increases the speed of his thrusts. One of his big hands gripping your waist moves to your clit and he begins rubbing it in circles in a way he knows will ruin your composure.

You look away from your screen briefly as you arch your back at the sudden sensitivity and watch as Joshua runs his other hand through his long black hair.

Every day you wonder how you got so lucky. Sure Joshua was hot- anyone with eyes could see that. But Joshua truly was an amazing partner. He knew your favorite dishes and spent time learning how to cook them even if he wasn’t smooth in the kitchen. He indulged in all your silly little art hobbies from crocheting to painting to clay making. The second he noticed you were running low on something, you’d find it replenished the next day. He pushed you to stop procrastinating when it came to you chasing things you wanted to learn like taekwondo and learning Korean.

You felt so… loved. You were truly so head over heels for the man above you even during moments like this when he’s acting like a little shit to ruin your duolingo streak.

Joshua noticed you staring and smiles down at you, bringing his hand up to your neck.

“How much time do you have left baby?”

“Fuck my streak,” you say all breathless.

“No, no, you worked so hard to get that far, I’ll slow down. I want you to finish,” he says as he suddenly stills.

You have 2 minutes left and 4 more questions to go.

With Joshua no longer moving, your head clears up and you’re able to finish the last 4 questions all in one go.

“Done,” you say as you toss your phone to the side and reach for Joshua’s neck.

He resume thrusting as his lips meet yours- the sloppiest, dirtiest kiss he has given you in a long time. You feel his tongue everywhere in your mouth and it elicits a very loud moan from deep within your heart.

When you break apart, you’re breathless. Joshua moves even faster, even deeper, tangling one of his hands in your hair as he feels you clenching around him.

Without warning, you explode.

All you see is white as your eyes roll to the back of your head and you lose complete control of your body.

As you come to, Joshua is still thrusting in you but you know he’s close since his moves are getting sloppier. His hand moves back to your neck, lightly gripping you as he finally cums. You feel spurts and spurts of his cum enter you and it’s a feeling that gets better each and every time he fucks you.

Joshua collapses on top of you, basking in the warmth of your skin and your vagina.

He lifts his head slightly and kisses you hard again.

He sits up and grabs the glass of water on the bedside table, chugging as he pushes his sweaty hair away from his forehead. You sit up a little, trying not to separate from his dick and hold his forearms as he brings the glass to your lips.

“You ready for the next round?”

-

A/N: LMAOOOOOOOOO I laughed while making this, hope you enjoyed !!

𝐂𝐮𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐀𝐠𝐠𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧

☆ Genre: Domestic, fluff, slight crack

☆ Warnings: None

☆ Characters: Chan, Y/N

☆ Word Count: 1.7k

He had been talking for a while now. 

Immersed in an animated storytelling of something that had happened to him earlier on that day while he had been at work, Chan's entire face lit up with pure, childish joy the further he got with his tale. His light words were accompanied by laughter that bubbled up before he could finish his sentences, and more than once the man had to pause, his hands clutching at his stomach as he tried to regain his breath after a mild laugh attack. 

Try as she might, Y/N couldn't concentrate on his words. In the back of her mind, she was listening, but somewhere along the line the woman had gradually been distracted, enraptured by the natural beauty of the man in front of her. She hadn't even noticed it happening - one minute she was snorting with contagious laughter with him, the next she had forgotten what he was talking about. The more Chan rambled, the more his face glowed; his eyes were wide and rich like molasses as autumnal sunshine spilled through the windows, painting his chiselled features in licks of shimmering gold, the warmth spilling across his muscular arms that emerged from beneath the soft cotton of his t-shirt. The wide grin on his face hadn't left for more than three seconds as he recollected the series of events he wanted to share with his wife, and Y/N found her gaze drawn to the endearing curve of his plump lips, the inviting rosy hue of them making her heart flutter. His laughter was as sweet as their forgotten hot chocolate on the table before them, and its welcome familiarity embraced Y/N like the softest of blankets.

Ethereal, mesmerising, enchanting, celestial, otherworldly … a large handful of words floated around Y/N's head as she continued to gaze at him. And yet, none of the words were enough to encompass all that he was. 

As always, Chan's hands had a life of their own; from fidgeting with the edges of the cushion he was cuddling to grazing the palms of Y/N's hands, Chan's fingers danced along with the rhythm of his words. They were warm as they squeezed Y/N's excitedly, and the woman found herself squeezing his fingers back as the tenderest of smiles found its way to her face without her even realising it. 

She was mildly tugged out of her admiration for him when Chan's words slowly trailed away. His ears had begun to flush, as did the skin of his cheekbones and the tip of his nose as he suddenly took in the way his wife was looking at him.

“What … ?” Chan laughed a little nervously. “Why are you looking at me like that … ?” 

Y/N sighed softly, her eyes dripping with the overflow of affection pooling in the depths of her irises. “You have the prettiest smile I've ever seen.” 

Words hitting him like a racing train, the blush on Chan's face creeped down his neck and disappeared into the neckline of his top. His eyes widened when Y/N leaned closer to him, and his breath hitched ever so slightly as her fingertip traced the contours of his mouth like a secret kiss, smoothing over the winking dimples just beyond his smile lines. 

“The way the corner of your mouth goes up a little more on this side is so … endearing,” Y/N breathed, finger soft on his bottom lip. She felt the man inhale sharply beneath her touch and she giggled quietly, privately enjoying just how rosy his skin had become. “You keep talking and all I can think about is … how much I love your smile.”

Chan gulped, chest rising and falling a little erratically. “I … baby my smile is so crooked. What are you talking about?” 

“That's exactly what I'm talking about,” Y/N whispered. “I love it so much.” 

“Baby … “ Chan groaned, his fingers tightening against the hem of her t-shirt. “You’re … driving me crazy.” 

Y/N grinned. She cupped his face in her hands, and the man immediately scrunched his features, giving him the appearance of a cartoon character. It made Y/N laugh, and she suddenly wrapped her arms around him, squeezing him tightly as she let out a low squeal.

“What's gotten into you?” Chan's voice was an embarrassed laugh, muffled against his shoulder as he dropped his face against her neck. His smile tickled her skin as his arms came up around her waist, holding her just as tightly as she was holding him. “Are you okay, baby?” 

“I get severe cuteness aggression looking at you,” Y/N replied, her husband's laughter increasing. She could feel the heat radiating off of his ear as it brushed her neck, and she couldn't help but grin. “I just … wanna squish the fuck out of you.” 

“Oh yeah? Well … I guess you have my permission,” Chan hummed, kissing her shoulder. “But I might squish the fuck out of you in return - I get way more cuteness aggression because of you.” 

“No,” Y/N was adamant as she pulled back a little to look at him. “You don't.”

“I do,” Chan chuckled as he kissed her temple. He caressed her cheek, that crooked smile Y/N found so charming curving across his face, “You have no idea, baby girl.” 

it was Y/N's turn to blush. She giggled under her breath as the man leaned forward and gently nuzzled his nose against hers, his eyes soft as they melted into her gaze.

“What is your cuteness aggression making you wanna do?” Chan asked her, his voice a gentle hum, but still threaded through with a teasing current. 

At that, Y/N smiled mischievously. She reached out and slowly traced a finger over the curve of his bicep, her eyes locked on her husband's. Chan's eyes widened. He knew what that look meant, for it wasn't the first time she had done that - the rest of his face was now the colour of cranberries, the shade stark against his white top and further escalating the bubbling affection Y/N felt for him. 

“Baby, for goodness sake … “ Chan chuckled, his heart thumping hard against his chest. He sighed, automatically rubbing at his arm as he looked at her. “Really? That's what you want?” 

Y/N nodded demurely. She sat still, and Chan bit his lip, unable to keep the growing smile off of his face as he slowly leaned back, anticipating his wife's attack. 

The man yelped loudly when she suddenly lunged at him; Chan burst into a fit of high pitched laughter as Y/N softly clamped her teeth over his muscle - not enough to hurt, but enough to leave small pink lines indented in his skin when she pulled away again. She grinned with satisfaction as she kissed multiple times over the marks, and Chan shook his head at her, the dimple in his cheek deepening. 

“You're insane,” he said, peering down at the side of his bicep with amusement flooding through him. His ears were still red, and he cleared his throat. “You know that, right?” 

“Can't help it,” Y/N smiled. “It's your fault for being so annoyingly handsome and so annoyingly adorable at the same time.”  

Chan's lips twitched. Before Y/N knew what happened, Chan leaned forward; his teeth were a gentle graze against the curve of Y/N's shoulder, and it made her eyes widen. 

He pulled away, and a split second later, he had moved onto the other shoulder; Y/N was so taken aback that she started to choke, and Chan pulled away with quiet giggles as he patted her back.

“Told you I have more cuteness aggression than you,” he chuckled, bumping his nose against hers. “I win.” 

“I'm gonna bite you back,” Y/N whispered, voice trembling ever so slightly as his beauty began to draw her back into her earlier daze. 

Chan grinned. “Well, I'll just bite you back even more. I'm not gonna let you win this time, baby girl.” 

Breath hitching, it was all Y/N could do to drop her face against Chan's neck. She slowly inhaled the sweet spiciness of his scent as she curled her arms around him again, Chan's arms engulfing her further as she melted into him. 

“No fair,” she breathed against him, making him grin. 

Chan pulled her a little closer, and as he smiled, her earlier words popped into his mind. He peered down at her, his heart warming as he watched her completely sink into his embrace with utmost comfort. 

“Baby?” He hummed, lips brushing the top of her head.

“Yeah?” 

“What you said about my smile … did you really mean it?” 

Y/N tilted her head up towards him, eyes soft as she nodded. “Yeah, I did. I do.”

Chan looked dubious.

“I know you say you hate your uneven features, but … to me, they're really, really beautiful. Way more beautiful than if they were ‘even’.” 

Chan wrinkled his nose, ears growing hot again. “You're just saying that … “ 

“Nope,” Y/N leaned her head against his chest. Her fingers were soft as they traced over his heart, the fabric of his top worn against her skin. “It's true. Think of it this way … there's so much in nature that's asymmetrical. Flowers, plants, trees, mountains, clouds, the placement of stars in the sky, comets, planets, nebulae ... you wouldn't call any of that ugly, would you?” 

She snuggled closer to her husband, pressing a gentle kiss onto his chest. “I love all of you, Christopher. You're beautiful.” 

Biting his lip again as her simple words washed over him, Chan responded by pulling his wife even closer to him. He snuggled his face against her neck and locked his arms around her waist, secure and tight and holding her in place. They were both calm and at peace for a moment as Chan peppered adoring kisses to her skin, and before he could process what was happening, Y/N suddenly turned her head and bit into her husband's arm again, the both of them erupting into utter chaos. 

Tag list ~ @dalamjisung @ateez-babygirl @waverzzzzzzzz @smutdumpskz @hotmesshapa @chanssmiles @leand125 @foivetimesacharm @dprkbyn @raethethey @super-btstrash-posts @sleepyleeji @ka-ni-ma @straystaychan @mylifesupsidedowm @armystay89 @shut-up256 @hanstan34 @blackfangedreaper @suhomylife @kannaexe @kookie9704 @notastraykid @strayfoxxchan @elizalabs3 @jdopes-recorder @forever-in-the-sky2 @peachygiku @chansducky10 @shakalakaboomboo @jisuperboard @zandra-42 @whyyougottadothatbro @skzcoffeemachine @where-is-innie @rizzshimura @miin17 @nappynapnaps @prettymiye0n @lost-leopard-beanie @chnbngs @stayconnecteed @hann1bee @stayceebs97 @solandiszale @cosmicalily @modesttiger @chanlixart (let me know if you wanna be added or removed)

Namjoon fic recs 2024 🥳

In honor of Namjoon’s birthday, I want to share my ultimate favorite Namjoon stories that I’ve read this past year (2023-2024) 💜 Have I recommended these before? Yes. But I will not stop screaming about these stories because they are so fucking amazing!! I want to thank each and every writer on this list for creating such wonderful stories and art - you are truly amazing ✨ All the fics on this list hold a dear place in my heart 🥹🥳

❗Most of these fics are smutty as hell or contains dark themes, so minors dni.❗ 

If you read anything on this list and you like it, please leave a comment to the writer or reblog the fic, it might seem like a tiny gesture, but it really means a lot for writers and I can guarantee it will put a smile on their faces💜 Let’s share and give lots of love!

Looking for more to read? Check ‘The Library’, last years Namjoon recs or  last years recs 🙂

[index] → jan | feb (jhs) | mar (myg) | apr | may | jun | jul | aug | sep (jjk)(💜) | oct (pjm) | nov | dec (kth)(ksj) |

Emoji meaning → angst = 🌩️, smut = 🥵, fluff = 🥰, comedy = 😂, yandere = 😈, thriller/dark = 👻, fantasy = 🪄. 

⭐Friend or Fuck: pt1 & pt2 @joonsmagicshop [18K] // knj x f.reader // f2l // 🥵🥰

📝 a drunken night leads to a good morning.

🗨️ I really liked this 🥺 Namjoon was just so sweet, caring and gentle with OC. Really loved it 👏🏾💜

⭐Emotions of the Soul @oddinary4bts [36.6K] // knj x f.reader // idol!au, childhood/teenage lovers to s2l2l // 🥵🌩️🥰

📝 when Namjoon reappears in your life after thirteen years of absence, you find yourself unsure of what he means to you, and of what you mean to him. Anxiety reigns over you, but will it be enough to drag you away from Kim Namjoon?

🗨️ this is another masterpiece from Ella! She is incredible at writing idol!au’s that just feels so goddamn natural and real 👏 The way Namjoon is written is just perfection and OC with her struggles, and they are goddamn human, yes – and that’s one of the beautiful parts in it!!! 😭

⭐A Word from our Sponsors @ugh-yoongi [17.5K] // knj x f.reader // podcast!au, f2l, idiots to lovers  // 😂🥵🥰

📝 you’ve co-hosted a podcast with namjoon for three years; have known him even longer. the two of you have always been the picture of platonic, but that hasn’t stopped the internet from doing what the internet does. the shipping? a little weird at first, but you can understand it: two attractive twenty-somethings always in close proximity to one another, obvious (platonic!) chemistry—people have created ships for less. the fanfiction, though? also pretty funny… until you can’t stop thinking about it. 

🗨️ okay. This. Was. Exceptional ✨🥹 It was amazing, seriously one of the best fics I’ve ever read 😭 everything just had that perfect flow, the writing was incredible, like I can’t even speak? The characters, out of this world fantastic ✨ the whole thing, just, perfect. Perfection. I don’t know what else to call it, sorry. The world building and tension was so fucking delicious I just ate it up! 😭 And their banter and chemistry was just off the charts amazing. Perfection. And it was so fucking hilarious too!! Many times I was just laughing or chuckling, like the lovesick fool I am 😂 

⭐Bookworms @hoseoksluna [4.4K] // knj x f.reader // boyfriend!namjoon // 🥰🥵

📝 Namjoon thinks of you when he reads a smut scene in his book.

🗨️ the love that they have for each other– so beautiful too! The smut? Perfect! The aftercare too— they did each other’s hair???? 🥹 I mean, just the perfect amount of smut, fluff and overall cuteness ❤️

⭐New Guy @kithtaehyung [5k]  // knj x f.reader // university!au, e2l // 🥵

📝 all you want to do is have a successful meeting after experiencing dwindling attendance. but the new guy is completely disrupting things… or is he?

🗨️ so many feels about this one; all good and dirty ones!!! I had a feeling about the twist but I wasn’t sure. Anyway, it was extremely good, and it was so fucking HOT, like the tension, incredible! It really had me 🥵 So, so fucking good— love it 💖

⭐Holiday Shambles @ressjeon [5k]  // knj x f.reader // christmas!au, married!au // 🥰🥵🌩️

📝 when you have to spend time with both your parents and Namjoon’s snobby ones for this Christmas, you’re forced to show the best version of you even knowing what’s to come. you’re ready, right? after all, you’re the best wife aren’t you?

🗨️ this is so hilarious, cute and sweet 🥹 Loved it✨

⭐Entirety @btsgotjams27 [3.3k]  // knj x f.reader // slice of life!au, f2l // 🥵🥰

📝 namjoon is the complete package, except for the fact that he won’t make the first move.

🗨️ AFGJFKGHLKFDHGJGKJHG— 🥵🥵🥵 Yes, I’ve resulted to key smashing because I’m speechless, but I’ll try to give a few words anyway: first, this was incredibly hot, I can’t even begin to articulate properly, and the writing, like I’m a so in love with the writing, like the language is so descriptive and imaginative that I can clearly imagine every little fucking detail— and the words? Well they just flow seamlessly! ✨

⭐Heart got Teeth @ugh-yoongi [12k]  // knj x f.reader // enemies to fwb to lovers // 🥵😂

📝 (or, the one where namjoon meets his match and isn’t quite sure how to handle you.)

🗨️ wow okay, love, love, love this one 😭 it’s mainly from Namjoon’s pov, which is amazing, like all he observes about oc… Gosh and their back and forth teasing, witty banter and the dynamic between dominance and losing control— so good, ugh! 🥵 It’s amazing, so if you haven’t read this one yet, I highly recommend it ✨

⭐Castaways @rmnamjoons [25.5k] // knj x f.reader // s2l, slow burn, cruise!au // 🥰🥵🌩️

📝 you’ve always hated the ocean. Open water terrifies you, and you stay as far away from it as possible for self-preservation and peace of mind. Despite this, your friend somehow convinces you to go on a luxury cruise with her, her boyfriend Hoseok, and Hoseok’s nerdy friend Namjoon, who’s almost cute enough to distract you from your debilitating fears. When a sudden storm hits, however, you and Namjoon are swept overboard and find yourselves castaway on a desert island somewhere in the vast South Pacific.

🗨️ holy fucking shit— this was perfection 😭 A new favorite of mine, hands down. First off, the theme? Like being stranded and a castaway, so fucking good. I loved it. The whole trip, also so fun, but their banter, exceptional 👏✨ I loved how their tension build so slowly, a fantastic slowburn 🥰 I also did enjoy when the went overboard, because it made it much more realistic, and the descriptions of the event underwater was so good. Like, everything about this is so fucking amazing! And the smut, omg I’m drooling 🤤

⭐Solace @m-yg93 [13.5k]  // knj x f.reader // roommates!au, s2l // 🥰🥵😂

📝 Namjoon thought getting used to a new roommate would take time and adaptation but you fit yourself into his apartment with ease. He swears he only landed in your bed to keep you safe in his arms when you get spooked by the storm. Surely he can blame the eventual lack of clothing on the summer’s heat stroke.

🗨️ omg 😭 This was so fucking cute, sweet, dirty and filthy 🥵 I loved it so much!!!! I loved how Yoongi called Jin and Namjoon ‘Biceps and Shoulders’ 🤣 So hilarious! This was truly just— *chef’s kiss* 😘

⭐The Sheriff @ppersonna [6.8k]  // knj x f.reader // f2l, cowboy!au // 🥰🥵😂

📝 you’ve always had a soft spot for Kim Namjoon, the local sheriff.  seems like he’s had one for you, too.

🗨️ ahhhh— the smut in this 🥵🥵🥵 Hot, hot, hot! Another new favorite! It was so good and damn, the last line of dialogue had me laughing way too much 🤣 

⭐Knock it Down a Peg @thatlongspringnight [3.3k]  // knj x f.reader // est. relationship // 🥰🥵😂

📝 thanks to an idea from Jungkook’s girlfriend, you and Namjoon decided to try something new in the bedroom.

🗨️ this was just so fucking funny 🤣 I really loved it! Like I was laughing the whole time— that’s how funny it was! A short, but very very funny read! ✨

⭐The Truth Untold @rmnamjoons [10.1k]  // knj x f.reader // bf2l // 🥰🥵🌩️

📝 you’ve been trapped for months in a loveless, toxic relationship, too afraid of what would happen if you ever tried to leave. Your boyfriend gets so jealous, especially of your best friend Namjoon, who you’ve missed more than your heart can stand. Now, seeing Namjoon for the first time in weeks, you decide that it’s time to tell him everything, no matter the cost.

🗨️ ah what— this was both sad and very very sweet 😭 It’s sad, because it’s cheating— 😭 What she has with Namjoon is pure sweetness, and he is perfect for her 😭💜 I really loved it, though I have conflicted feelings about the cheating (I always have lol), but it was really good and I really liked it! It was so soft, beautiful and I love their relationship and she should just have picked Namjoon from the start!! Anyway, a really good story that will tear you up a bit. Also, just seeing the banner had me in tears already, and looking at it again, I’m already crying 😭

⭐Park and Ride @here2bbtstrash [4.8k]  // knj x f.reader // fuckbuddy!au // 🥵

📝 your fuckbuddy asks if the two of you can drive around a bit first, but he has a hard time keeping his hands to himself

🗨️ wow this was both cute and hot 🥵 There’s also a small drabble to it that can be found here: [link]

⭐Cream @luxekook [1.8k]  // knj x f.reader // est. relationship, idol!au // 🥵

📝 you thirst over the outline in the pants of kim namjoon’s iconic cream suit just one time too many, and he’s ready to make you pay for it.

🗨️ Namjoon in that cream suit— what more do I need to say? 🥵 (also loved it, in case there was any confusion on that part ✨)

⭐Don’t Want Your Sympathy @sketchguk [9.5k]  // knj x f.reader x jjk // est. relationship + threesome (kinda) // 🥵🥰🌩️😂

📝 jeongguk is like an annoying little brother to you, but nevertheless, there’s nothing in this world you wouldn’t do for your sweet, innocent best friend. so what are you supposed to do when he wants to watch your boyfriend fuck you senseless? say no?

🗨️ fuck. I’m going feral over this one 😭🥵 First, oc being best friends with Jungkook, so much so that she and Namjoon are willing to show him how to please a woman, please, I don’t know but that must be like the ultimate friendship goal? 🥹😂 I really loved it, and all the sexual teasing and banter was just so hilarious 😂 

⭐1-Year Anniversary @johobi [7.8k]  // knj x f.reader // est. relationship // 🥵🥰

📝 your 1-year anniversary is fast approaching and you’re determined to gift Namjoon the one thing he would never dare ask for. 

🗨️ omg this was so utterly amazing and hot 🥵✨ Another favorite and I loved everything about it 💜

⭐Embrace @rmnamjoons [3.9k]  // knj x f.reader // bf2l, idol!au // 🥵🥰

📝 you and Namjoon have been best friends for years, and you’ve been secretly in love with him basically the entire time. You both love cuddling and being close, much to the amusement of your friends, but to you, being with Namjoon like this means everything. You’ve always believed that Namjoon didn’t feel the same way as you, no matter how much you wanted him to, but maybe there is actually something else behind Namjoon’s cuddles, other than just innocent friendship.

🗨️ this is so fucking soft, cute and sweet and the smut is just so tender 🥹 a really awesome read and I really love it! Might read this one again sometime ✨💜

⭐My Only Wish @ppersonna [15.1k]  // knj x f.reader // e2l, fake dating!au, coworkers!au // 🥵🥰🌩️

📝 there are few things you hate most in this world. Hornets, unnecessary fruit pieces in otherwise perfectly good jello, certain shades of orange… But nothing takes the cake more than two simple things. Christmas. And Kim Namjoon. So why did you agree to pretend to be Kim Namjoon’s girlfriend at his family Christmas party? Bah-Humbug.

🗨️ the way that I am screaming and kicking because of how incredibly awesome this was 😭✨ The tension? The built up?? God. That tension was so fucking thick and hot, I was going feral through most of the reading. I mean, what isn’t there to love in this one? Amazing, I loved it so fucking much it’s illegal 💖🥹

⭐You Set My Heart on Fire: pt1 and pt2 (series; finished) @hayjeon [21k] // knj x f.reader // one night stand, s2l, workplace!au, fireman!Namjoon + paramedic!reader // 🌩️🥰🥵

📝 as a surgeon forced to volunteer as a paramedic in the Seoul Fire Department during an unfortunate probation incident, your one and only goal was to get to work, do your thing, and get the hell home and back to your original high-salary job. But when the SFD’s Chief is the incredibly attractive, cocky, and persistent Kim Namjoon, things start to get heated.  

🗨️ holy shit this is amazing 💖 Namjoon as a firefighter? So fucking hot 🔥 oc as a surgeon turned paramedic ✨ and all the action, the tension, the friends with the whole crew and all the guys??? 🥹 Fuck. This one is amazing, another favorite! 

⭐Real Magic @here2bbtstrash [16.7k]  // knj x f.reader // christmas!au, workplace!au, single dad!Namjoon // 🥵🥰

📝 the holiday season has never meant anything to you beyond suffering long hours for minimum wage and awaiting the collapse of capitalism— but this year, you’d be willing to add making out with your dilf coffee shop boss to the list.

🗨️ omg this was just so fucking amazing 🥰 I love everything about it and the plot was so fluffy 🥺 Namjoon was just so fluffy and I love his kid ✨ Such a sweet holiday fic, and even if it isn’t read around Christmas time it will bring a smile to your face. It’s truly amazing 💜

⭐Taking Flight @rmnamjoons [15.2k]  // knj x f.reader // sci fi!au, post apocalypse!au alien invasion!au, e2l // 🥵🌩️🥰

📝 more than a decade after the alien invasion that wiped out most of the planet, you and Namjoon are both in the Pilot Cadet Corps, training for if the alien attackers ever come back. What begins as a playful rivalry between two overachievers develops into a deep friendship and emotional bond, but when the aliens suddenly return and you and Namjoon are separated, you find out just what you’re willing to do to get back to him.

🗨️ This was so fucking good, amazing! Really good backstory and world building, the dystopian universe was heartbreaking though, they lost so much 😭 but amidst it all, they thankfully found each other 🥹 it was so fluffy after all the rivalry and angst! The rivalry and banter was so funny though! I really liked that! I really loved the whole thing 🥰

⭐Love.fm @ugh-yoongi [12.4k]  // knj x f.reader // exes!au // 🌩️🥰😂

📝 you know three things for certain: jeon jeongguk will do anything to inconvenience you, kim seokjin is an absolute bastard for putting you in charge of the station’s holiday show, and you’ve got a lot of regrets about the way your relationship ended. however, you also know spending the last two years on your own has done you some good. you’ve got a new haircut, an apartment with a bay window, and a rescue dog. there’s also the stranger who keeps writing into the station about regrets of their own. the stranger whose prose feels so familiar. the stranger who leaves you wondering if things with your ex are quite as resolved as you think.

🗨️ this one is completely SFW 😘 It’s angsty, really more sad to me, with all the thoughts and feelings one could go through after a break up, but still missing that person 🥹 it was really beautiful, and I think the feelings are handled so well, how oc gradually let her friends in (the fact that she went two years without mentioning why she even got to the radio station in the first place, lol) and how her friends support her, the same with Namjoon, and how they will miss each other, but doesn’t shy from the fact that they still need to talk, work through things, but most importantly, how much they still miss each other, but are so fucking afraid of THE TALK. Gosh. All the feelings 🥹 anxiety! It was so good! The ending is very open and allows you to imagine whatever you want to the (potential) couple 🥹 So amazing, and I really loved it 💖

⭐Reflection @jimilter [18.6k]  // knj x f.reader // s2l // 🌩️🥰😂🥵

📝 when his muse ran dry, his publisher suggested Namjoon to change sceneries in order to regroup his creative spirit, and he left the big city to land in this tiny restaurant on the beach. In his quest for inspiration, he has interacted with hundreds of travelers and realized that on the beach, every life’s a movie – some he connects with, some he likes, and some leave him confused. You fall into the last category, confounding him with your sad eyes and quiet smiles; and with the way poetry flows out of him when you’re around. But what happens when things start to careen towards intense feelings, and both of you have vastly different lives to go back to? Heartbreak.

🗨️ this was so good 😭 so angsty, emotional and sad. All his observations, and then finally towards the end everything comes tumbling out 😭 it was very beautiful, heartbreakingly so, but it does have a happy ending ✨💜

⭐Don’t Read Dead Languages @sailoryooons [17.4k]  // knj x f.reader // e2l // 🌩️🥰😂🥵🪄

📝 Namjoon is determined to visit the Living City of the Dead. Amtenemhat is the Egyptian ruins that the locals fear. Archaeologists have gone missing and strange things lurk in the night. But Namjoon’s work as a historian isn’t perfect if he doesn’t go to the source of the legend, and hiring a weaponized tomb raider seems his best bet at surviving.

🗨️ another brilliant one from Hali ✨ it was so exciting, action packed, incredible lore and funny banter 💜 loved it a lot 💎

This is my little corner with my own fics— I don’t write that much (I prefer to read), but it would mean a lot to me if you checked out my work or read it. You don’t have to, it’s up to you of course 🥰

⭐Sprout (mini series; completed) [21k] // knj x f.reader // neighbors!au, s2e2l, garden!au // 🥵😂

📝 you love your plants, you love your garden, you do not love your new neighbor. You hate him with all your might— he wrecks everything you hold dear so you do the only reasonable thing: retaliate.

🗨️ I really don’t know what I was thinking when I wrote this, but it’s very funny 🤣 OC is so mad and goes straight up vigilante on Namjoon (poor man), there’s stupid banter (JK is her roommate) — it’s really just a crack fic, please don’t take it seriously, but it’s one of my faves 🥰

⭐Deep Dive [19.8k] // knj x f.reader // mermaid!au, fantasy!au, magical!au, s2l // 🥵🪄🥰😂

📝 you’ve been searching for gemstones deep on the seabed— having found a broken piece of blue aquamarine. Searching for the missing piece and your new rival, you find it and much more with the blue tailed merman Namjoon while on a quest for crystals.

🗨️ this is a new addition to my mermaid series— this Namjoon is very soft, cute, loves reading romance books (he’s a nerd and hopeless romantic okay) and he loves collecting crystals too 🥰 This is really just a spicy fantasy story 💜

And as a something little extra, here’s a few fics that I haven’t had the time to read yet, but damn I’m buzzing to get to read them:

Dirty Little Secret @nottodayjjk

All About You @taegularities

Trust Me, Please? (series; discontinued) @sugarwithtea

Sunshine (series; discontinued) @rmnamjoons

All I Want For Christmas is Joon @leahsfavefics

Intersect (series; completed) @shina913

Not Another Holiday Romance @kpopfanfictrash

Dino-Mite @chimcess

Just Like Candy @jamaisjoons

Cruise Control @lavienjin

Happy birthday to the best leader EVER KIM NAMJOON!!!! 🥳💜✨

Don't Read Dead Languages | knj (m)

☾ Pairing: professor!namjoon x tomb raider! female reader

☾ Summary: Namjoon is determined to visit the Living City of the Dead. Amtenemhat is the Egyptian ruins that the locals fear. Archaeologists have gone missing and strange things lurk in the night. But Namjoon’s work as a historian isn’t perfect if he doesn’t go to the source of the legend, and hiring a weaponized tomb raider seems his best bet at surviving.

☾ Word Count: 17,449

☾ Genre: enemies/ partners to lovers, supernatural, mythology

☾ Rating: 18+ Minors are strictly prohibited from engaging and reading this content. It contains explicit content and any minors discovered reading or engaging with this work will be blocked immediately. 

☾ Warnings:Joon and OC bicker a lot, large theories and a lot of mythology, historical accounts and objects I made up, mentions of diseases and plagues, explicit language, mentions of murder and death, depictions of blood and dead creatures/ people, weapons and brief action sequences, sexual tension and arguing, graphic depiction of mummies coming back to life and looking gross, sexually explicit content including: oral (f. and m. receiving - m. is brief) dirty talk, fingering, nipple play, unprotected sex, big dick Joon (obvi),

☾ Published: May 29, 2022

☾ A/N: I am so sorry this is so late! But HAPPY HALFWAY TO HALLOWEEN. This is the second and final installment of my halfway to Halloween duology. This is way longer than I expected because I went way too much into the world building and myth-building. This is only half-edited because i'm like two days and three hours late and honestly I should not have been so crazy about the deadline because my back is cramping and I'm tired. I completely make several myths and stories my own. This is not at all historically accurate, as I am not a historian and uses Egyptian myths and lore and made them work for me.

☾ A/N 2: There are elements of this story inspired by the 1999 film The Mummy directed by Steven Sommers and Indiana Jones directed by Steven Speilberg.

☾ Disclaimer: All members of BTS are faces and name claims for this story. This is entirely a work of fiction and by no means is meant to be a projection, judgment or representation of real-life people. Any scenarios or representations of the people and places mentioned in works are not representative of real-life scenarios.

Masterlist | Ask | Read the sister story: Bite Me, Jeon 

Kim Namjoon stared at the head of his department, brows raised. Though he was surprised they had accepted his petition to travel to Egypt for his research, Namjoon was even more surprised that the school was willing to dole out money for Namjoon to hire help.

Though the school did incredibly well for itself with donations from alumni, they didn’t care much for the history and arts departments. Namjoon had remembered arguing for a new projector in his Ancient Civilizations class for four semesters straight before they gave him a hand-me-down from the STEM department.

So being told that they had no problem with him using the winter break to travel to a distant country and archaeological site was shocking. He had been prepared to argue his position much more.

“We have long had interest in the ruins at Amtenemhat. Yale has been sniffing around sending an expedition as of late, and well…”

“You’d like to get there first,” Namjoon finishes, leveling a stare at Dean Tarik. “When you say that you’re willing to provide a financial stipend for assistance, are we talking about taking other members of the department?”

“No. You’ve done extensive research on the famed City of the Dead. People go missing, people get hurt. We’d like to hire you an escort who is not only well-versed in historical artifacts, but one who is from the private sector and is available to play by their own rules.”

Namjoon frowns. The dean isn’t telling him something.

Though there is a lot of myth and rumor surrounding Amtenemhat, Namjoon didn’t expect to have to take… security. He believed that most of the people who were injured or vanished were unprepared for the dangerous of an ancient city. It was sure to be fill with pitfalls and dangerous walkways and unsupported ceilings. Namjoon imagines it is dangerous to explore if you weren’t careful.

Namjoon had been studying the city for almost three years. It was one of the world’s favorite ghost stories. The city near the ruins refused to house anyone who was going to visit the city. The citizens refused to even talk about it to the press.

After years of failed attempts at recovering anything from the city and after the presumed death of a prominent National Geographic reporter, the local government had outlawed most travel there. And if one did manage to get a permit to travel there, the local police and hospital wouldn’t help in a time of need.

Cursed, they call the city.

“What kind of rules do they need to play by?” Namjoon asks, frowning. “Surely the school can get a permit for a professional exploration- “

“The city no longer gives permits as of last year. There was an incident with a group of researchers from Oxford that made it officially illegal to travel there.”

“And you’re still willing to send me?”

“We’re invested in your research of the city and determining what worth the archeological site has. So, we need someone who is willing to help you for a lump sum who is private, discreet and doesn’t care about legal ramifications.”

Namjoon’s frown intensifies. Adjusting the glasses on the brim of his nose, Namjoon sighs. While he isn’t opposed to bending the rules for the sake of research, something about the offer seems slicked with oil.

He chews on his lip. “What kind of company offers a service like that?”

“It’s private acquisition company that focuses on recovering ancient artifacts and documents for sale and preservation.”

Namjoon scoffs. “A tomb raider?” He demands. “You’re talking about a company who is willing to illegally acquire ancient artifacts and sell them for private profits to the highest bidder or to individuals who hired them outright.”

“Tomb raider is a barbaric term.”

“This is a barbaric idea.”

Namjoon runs a hand through his silver hair. The office is stifling hot, and he feels like the sleeves of his button up are constricting him more than they did earlier. He shuffles in the seat, eyes drifting to the wall where photos of past professor's hand.

It is a wall of fame, in a way. There are famous historians on the walls of this office. Men and women who uncovered ancient histories or shed light on new stories all over the world. His school was a fine one- and though it didn’t fund the history department the way it did its STEM programs, they were happy to ride the coattails of those who were now gilded members of society.

It’s a lie for Namjoon to say he doesn’t want to be a part of that. Ever since he was a child reading stories of world mythologies, he wanted to delve into that. He idolized Indiana Jones, watching the movies over and over again. To be that kind of professor, running around the world and uncovering amazing things- getting the girl.

Namjoon hates to admit how much he loved the idea of it. Even if it wasn’t realistic.

But the idea of using a Tomb Raider is distasteful. Namjoon knew that they existed far more than the public did. Trained professionals who robbed ancient sites of worship and historical worth. They made millions of dollars off of selling cultural objects and historical items that belonged in museums. Somewhere they would be safe. Somewhere they would be preserved.

Knowing that the school wants to hire one is the second warning that Namjoon has that something is amiss. The first was how easily they approved his expedition.

Chewing the inside of his cheek, Namjoon leans forward. “Is this a requirement for my trip? We have to hire someone?”

“They’ve already been hired, to be quite honest with you.”

“What?”

“Your request for the trip came right after we negotiated with a local acquisition company. We figured- who better than to assure our assets are protected?” Dean Tarik adjusts his belt. He’s a portly man whose cheeks are red with the heat of the room and sweaty jewels. Namjoon doesn’t like him much, but it’s above his pay grade. “Here is the information on the contact you should meet with. She comes highly recommended.”

Sighing, Namjoon takes the slip of paper. “You’re sure this is the best course of action?”

“Of course we are,” the dean smiles. It reminds Namjoon of the Cheshire Cat. “We believe in your research, Professor Kim.”

-

A dark, velvet sky stretches overhead. Namjoon yawns as he checks the GPS, ensuring that he’s going the right direction. He’s unfamiliar with the northern suburb just outside the city. Evergreens stretch on either side of him as the world stretches up. He’s driving toward the hills. Every once in a while he catches the glowing lights between trees of houses far bigger than he’s ever lived in, hidden behind wrought iron gates and long, gravel driveways.

Anticipation grows as he turned down an unmarked road. It’s past his bedtime. Namjoon prefers to be in bed by 9 PM with a hot cup of tea and his latest book. His life is simple, filled with routine. He likes that about himself, that he can usually predict how his day is going to go. It’s an organization he didn’t have as a kid. A structure that he so badly craved.

His structure is being interrupted by the woman he’s to meet for the evening. Though he didn’t talk to her himself- she apparently has an assistant with a soft, nervous voice- the assistant made it clear the Miss L/N took evening appointments only, and that he may have the first available.

It was 11 PM.

Namjoon scoffs at the thought. 11 PM certainly isn’t evening – it’s well into the night and her home is nowhere near his small apartment tucked away in the arts district downtown.

The nameless road ends at a massive, wrought iron gate with a single guard house. He raises his brow as he slows the car, rolling down the window as a security guard dressed in all black steps out of the small building.

“Kim Namjoon,” he says. “I have an appointment at 11 PM with Miss L/N.”

“ID please,” the security guard asks, holding his hand out. Namjoon is surprised- he digs in his pocket and pulls out his license, handing it over. The man takes it and walks back to the guard house, touching a piece in his ear.”

Drumming his fingers on the steering wheel, Namjoon turns to look beyond the gate. He can’t see the house- the road curves to the west, the line of trees blocking it out. What he does see are cameras on the wall and a guard walking the circumference of the wall.

“What kind of place is this?” Namjoon mutters to himself, turning when the guard returns with his ID.

“You’ve been granted permission to enter. Follow the drive and park behind the Mercedes.”

“Thanks.”

Gold lights in the ground line the driveway. Namjoon drives slowly, swinging his head from side to side as he looks down the rows and rows of trees. He follows the curve before it straightens out, dark eyes dragging upwards to see the home in question.

“Holy shit,” Namjoon breathes.

He isn’t driving up to a house. He is driving up to an estate. The home is four stories tall in the middle, the main wing a soft white. There are wings on either side of the main building, creating a u-shape. The driveway is circular, built around a massive fountain depicting the fight between the Titans and Olympians.

Lights buzz golden in the windows, giving the illusion of fireflies from a distance. Namjoon is hypnotized by the fountain, narrowing his eyes as he drives past it. The marble work is exquisite, parts of the fountain chipped and softened with time. Almost as if…

Namjoon almost crashes into the Mercedes, distracted by the fact that he’s almost positive even from a glance that the fountain is made from genuine marble in the style of Ancient Greece. He needs to touch it to make sure, but something in his gut tells Namjoon than the tomb raider whose house shadows his car has a genuine work of ancient history in her drive.

Sliding from the car, Namjoon glances at the row of vehicles parked in the drive. He doesn’t know much about cars, but his brows stretch upwards as he sees the G-class Merceds parked behind a vintage Aston Martin.

The wealth in the driveway alone is enough to upset Namjoon. He’s never been fond of the wealthy in general, but to see it in such heavy amounts before he’s even walked up the polished steps to the heavy wooden door. The knocker is peculiar- an eye within a triangle. It’s heavy in his hand when he uses it.

A man answers the door, bowing his head politely. “Mr. Kim, good evening, please come in.”

If the driveway was a precursor to the entry way, Namjoon was still unprepared. The grand foyer is exquisite, with high ceilings and a beautiful chandelier. But what commands his attention is-

“Is that a terracotta warrior?” Namjoon asks the man who answered the door. Namjoon doesn’t want to think the man is a butler- he’s dressed in black slacks and a button up and he looks like Alfred from Bat Man. “Like from Qin Shi Huang’s army?”

“The mistress has many artifacts in the estate. Please follow me, Mr. Kim. The mistress’ last appointment has run late.” Alfred look-alike leads Namjoon to an ornate sitting room. “Would you like tea, sir?”

“What kind do you have?”

The man smiles. “Whatever the kind Mr. Kim would prefer.”

“Give him the Da Hong Pao,” a female voice calls. Namjoon turns as he sits to you stick your head in the doorway. His breath catches at the brief smile. “The professor can appreciate ancient tea from the Ming Dynasty.”

“That sounds nice,”Namjoon manages, hating how his voice almost cracks.

You’re stunning- even though he can only see you from neck up for a moment. You flash him a smile and he’s struck. “I’ll be with you in a moment,” you tell him. “If there’s anything else you need while you wait, please let Alfred know.”

You disappear and Namjoon fight’s the urge to throw his fist in the air. So, the butler’s name is Alfred. How cliché and entirely hysterical.

As definitely Alfred busies himself elsewhere in the home, Namjoon takes a moment to look around. Rich, Persian rugs decorate the wooden floor. A wall is taken up by a bookshelf, though Namjoon bets it’s not the proper library. He can recognize a few first editions.

There are paints and scrolls on the walls. He recognizes Nihonga in the traditional Japanese style. He rubs his sweating palms on his pants, entirely torn between being impressed at the collection the beautiful woman displays and grossly disturbed at the millions of dollars' worth of artifacts and art.

Alfred appears and sets down the China cup on the table next to Namjoon. Namjoon bows his head as he accepts the tea. He brings the cup to eye level, inspecting it. He knows very little about ancient ceramics, but he’s sure that it’s made in some ancient style or material.

“It’s from IKEA,” you tell him, standing in the doorway. Namjoon flinches and the hot tea spills over the rum of the cup. You don’t move from the doorway as he scalds himself, hissing as he places the cup on the table. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to startle you.”

“So, you have a cup from IKEA but genuine Nihonga, Ancient Greek statues as your fountain pieces, and first volume editions? That seems ridiculous.”

“Keen eye.” You smirk sideways as you nod your head. “Grab your tea. Let’s head to my office- the sitting room is for sitting. The office is for negotiating.”

You’re gone before he can grab his tea. He fumbles as he gets up, carful with the cup to scramble after you. Thankfully you’re in heels, the sound of your confident pace echoing in the ornate halls of your home.

Namjoon doesn’t know where to look. He walks past the stairway that curves upward through the fourth floor of the home, the sight dizzying with the glittering chandelier above head. He passes rugs that have colors so vivid they make his head spin and paintings that give him pause as he follows you.

He likes to think he has a good eye for art, and Namjoon swears he sees genuine Monets as he scurries after you, mindful of the tea.

Casting open two heavy, wooden doors, you enter your dim office. Namjoon steps through the door and feels as though he’s been transported to a museum. He says nothing as he sets down the cup of tea on its saucer, ignoring the fine wooden desk in favor of walking to the wall of swords to the left.

Firelight dances in the fireplace as you sit down, crossing one leg over the other to watch Namjoon. He’s fixated, craning his neck to look at the different broad swords, rapiers, katanas, scimitars… there’s so much on the wall and he doesn’t know where to look first.

Namjoon starts at eyelevel, tilting his head to the side and reading the inscription next to a beautiful long sword set with a gold handle, two lions roaring making up the cross guard. He recognizes the crest on the pommel, slowly turning to glance at you over his shoulder.

“Durandal?” he whispers, fingers hovering above the legendary sword of Roland. “This can’t be.”

“It is. Gifted to me by the previous Prime Minister of France for recovering the true scepter of Napoleon Bonaparte from an auction house in Moscow.”

“So, you are a tomb raider.”

“Hardly. I think acquisitions expert is more fitting.”

“Did you come by that sceptor by legal means?”

He hears the smile in your voice when you say, “Why don’t you take a break from the moral high ground and take a seat with me?”

Namjoon hates the glib way that you address him. He turns to glare at you through the tortoise shell rim of his glasses. With an annoyed air, he takes a seat. He’s usually able to rein in his irritations, but something about you pushes him over the edge already and the wealth around him… he can’t help but glare, despite the hospitality you’ve offered thus far.

As if to guilt him about it, you mention, “Have I offended you, professor? If my hosting skills have dampened your sprits in any way….”

He sighs and straightens. “No. I’ve had a long day, I apologize. I should be more polite in your home.”

“Perhaps you should,” you grin.

It’s self-satisfied. You knew he was annoyed with you, and you poked him anyway. He tries to tamper down his mounting frustration, opting to lift the cup and take a sip. The tea is bitter, but there’s something heady about the flavor, making Namjoon surprised.

“You said we needed to negotiate,” Namjoon mentions. “Negotiate what, exactly? I was under the impression you were already under contract.”

“Oh I am, but I want to know why I should bother to take you with me.”

Namjoon opens and closes his mouth. You lean back in your chair, watching him with a glint. Your lips are quirked to the side in a soft smirk, supple skin glowing in the firelight. Namjoon is glad his anger is mounting. Otherwise, he’d be entirely captivated by the way you watch him. You’re alluring in a way he can’t put his finger on.

“I beg your pardon?”

“I can go by myself,” you assure him. “The contract was drafted without you in mind. I’m sure they’re just sending you along to ensure I act as promised.”

“Do you even know what Amtenemhat is? Or how to read hieroglyphics and hieratic? Do you even speak Arabic?”

“I speak over ten languages,” you respond in perfectly accented Korean. Namjoon blinks in surprise at the switch to his native language. Worse, you sound like a local, the vowels falling perfectly into a Satoori familiar with him. “And I read more than that. So, tell me- why bring you?”

“Because I’ve been researching Amtenemhat for years. I’m one of the most well-versed Egyptologists in the world and I’ve contributed pieces and research to the Egyptian Museum in Cairo and I had an entire exhibit dedicated to my work on Nefertiti at the Metropolitan.”

You examine your nails. “I know plenty about Amtenemhat.”

“Sure,” Namjoon offers. “Please tell me in a brief summary when it was created.”

“The temple at Amtenemhat was created during the Old Kingdom as a place of worship and penance to the Goddess Sekhmet as an attempt to placate her. She was sent by the God Ra to punish the Old Kingdom as they began to deviate from- “

“I have a theory that it was built as far back as The Early Dynastic period and that it was not a place of worship for Sekhmet, but a place for her to live.”

You raise a brow at him. He sees that he has your interest, and he smirks a bit, dimples appearing. “I have a substantial amount of research that suggests the temple was created as her own foothold in this world and as a living place against Ra’s wishes.”

“Interesting theory.”

“It’s more than a theory. It’s a substantial hypothesis backed by three years' worth of research that there was a shift during the Early Dynastic period from Ra to Sekhmet before Ra’s worship picked up in the Old Kingdom again.”

“And what do you plan on finding there?”

“I believe the temple was built as the highest point of a city. I think there’s an entire city underground there that was dedicated in worship to Sekhmet. It would change everything we know about the mythology and worship in Ancient Egypt, and it may point to the collapse of the central government in the Old Kingdom.”

You smirk. Namjoon sips his tea as you contemplate his musings. He takes it as a chance to observe you. You’re dressed in loose trousers belted at the waist and a pillowing blazer. Your hair is pulled back, showing off the exquisite features of your face- specifically your eyes, which pin him to where he sits.

Namjoon doesn’t know what he expected when he drove up your drive, but he is both surprised at how attractive you are and unimpressed at the cliche. Smartly dressed. Witty. Flashy.

It’s all too perfect.

“Cute,” you muse. “And you have no qualms about how dangerous it is? Ceilings falling in on archaeologist, booby traps killing tourists, strange haunting making the city refuse service to those who enter its radius.”

“I think people love blaming the supernatural.”

“And you believe in the supernatural?”

“I believe there are things in history that cannot be explained. Every day someone sees something neither reason, history nor science can give a backing to.”

You hum. Leaning forward, you flip open a file on your desk, finger tracing whatever you’re reading before tapping the page. “You led a club on your campus in your final year of your graduate program that dedicated itself to the supernatural.”

He feels himself flush and scratch the back of his neck. He was very proud of History of the Supernatural club. It was a complete joke before he joined, a bunch of college kids dedicated to decoding the show Supernatural. Namjoon had made it more.

Now it at least had legitimate members who were interested in applying academics to the wonders of the world. Namjoon wasn’t sure if all supernatural beings were real. But he had seen substantial evidence for some, and his research paper on lycanthropy in Ancient Greece had won him his first award- even if it was because it had led him to uncovering an occult tomb with never-before-seen items from the Bronze Age.

You study him, long fingernail tapping the desk. “What if I told you that the supernatural were real? Maybe not in the way that media portrays them.”

“I’d ask you to provide substantial evidence. I can be persuaded with facts.”

“Even if they weren’t obtained by your standards?” Namjoon can’t help the grimace on his face, which makes you laugh. He knows you’re laughing at him, which makes him grind his teeth. “You don’t like me.”

“I think your methods are crude,” he agrees. “And you’re sitting in a home filled with things that belong in museums or places of preservations.”

“On the contrary, I am preserving them. Plus,” you add, standing. “Everything in my home was a gift for my preservation efforts.”

“I don’t buy that.”

“You couldn’t afford it anyway.”

The insult is so abrupt that Namjoon blinks in shock before realizing you’re standing at your office door, holding it open. “I’ll see you Thursday morning, Mr. Kim.”

-

Grey light filters through the edges of the dark curtains. You glance at your watch, realizing that its nearly time to head to the airport. The files on your desk are plentiful and bursting with information. You hate to admit that Namjoon’s historical work was well-thought and of value. The pieces he had on history and the supernatural were not as popular among his awarded-works and internationally recognized contributions.

But they were what piqued your interest the most.

On the corner of your desk was a black, leather folder with a cord tying it shut. Your eyes fell on it, staring at it. Inside was the contract that the school had given you. The contents were weighing heavier on you after meeting the self-righteous candor of Kim Namjoon.

You smile softly to yourself. He was smart, you’d give him that. But with that intelligence, there seems to be a naiveite about the world. It was going to get him in trouble or killed... so why are you taking him along with you?

Namjoon is cute. It would go against your honest nature to deny that- even to yourself. Dyed-silver hair, beautiful eyes that remind you of a terribly wise dragon, and dimples that you want to bite. Just a bit.

He is beautiful. You’re pretty sure he is unaware of that fact, with the way he carries himself with unsure steps, bumping into things because he seems to be unaware of how much space his broad shoulders take up. And his thighs in his dress pants...

Getting up from your desk, you grab your files and dump them into a carry on.

Grey skies promise rain overhead as you slide into the cool interior of the Mercedes. Alfred closes the door behind you and gets in, classical music playing softly as you peel away from the estate. Out of habit, you turn around and look back at the window to your office. It’s been years, but you still expect your father to be there, waving.

But he isn’t. So you turn around and swallow past the lump in your throat.

Rain mists the air as you step out onto the tarmac. A flight attendant waits for you at the foot of the private jet, bowing his head politely as you pull the Burberry trench closer to head up the narrow steps.

Namjoon is sitting stiffly in one of the reclining seats. He's poised at the edge, head craning around to look at the crème interior of the plane. There's a cup of steaming tea sitting in front of him- mint from the smell coming from near the hostess area at the cockpit- and he’s dressed in tan slacks, a white sweater, and his messenger bag at his feet.

“Good morning, professor.” You startle him. You grin as you sit in the seat adjacent to him, kicking one leg over the other. He rubs his hands on his knees, looking you up and down.

“You could have told me we were flying private. I purchased a ticket.”

“I hadn’t decided if I was going to let you on my plane or not.”

“So you own a private jet?” He ignores your jab. Good on him. “That seems cliché.”

“It’s the family jet.”

“So you have a rich family? It’s not just you?”

Instead of answering him, you pull folders out of your bag, tossing them onto the small table in front of him. The flight attendant appears with a vodka soda. You thank him and take a sip- it was perfectly made.

“Your thesis on Amtenemhat being the place where Sekhmet’s coin of power is good.” You cross your hands over your knees, linking your fingers as the workers prepare the cabin for takeoff. “When did you first get that idea?”

“You read my research?”

“For hours. I wanted to know if you were an idiot.”

“And what was the answer?”

You smirk. “Jury’s still out.” You gesture with your chin to the stack of papers. “Where did you get the idea?”

The plan taxies down the runway and you both pause as you’re cleared for takeoff. Namjoon clutches the armrest as the craft gains speed. You raise your brows as he squeezes his eyes shut behind his glasses, white knuckling the leather.

As the plane lifts, he winces, tucking his ear to his shoulder and rubbing slightly. You grab a piece of gum out of your pocket and stretch across the aisle, tapping him lightly. He cracks an eye open to see the peace offering. Tentatively, Namjoon accepts the gum, popping it in his mouth.

You wait for the ascent to level out and you’re at cruising speed. You turn so that your chair is facing Namjoon, kicking up the recliner to lean in comfort as you sip the vodka soda. Namjoon still looks uncomfortable, eyes dancing around the jet.

It is a bit much. But you grew up on this jet, flying around the world with your father. Even after he passed away, you couldn’t part with it. Plus, it comes in handy- you try to limit work’s resources as little as possible. It keeps them out of your business for the most part. Not to mention your father’s legacy among the Illuminati keeps some of the lurkers away.

Not forever though.

You try not to think about it. If you start thinking about all of the way you’re keeping secrets and back deal trades from the very organization that built most of the black market and governments around the world… an inky feeling slides down your spine.

“Tell me more,” you mention, tilting your head at Namjoon. “I want to know more. Your thesis appears to be a draft.”

“It was – it was rejected as my grad school assignment because it relied too heavily on mythology and magic. Where did you even find it?”

“Hacked into your email.”

“You what?”

You shrug, grinning. “Had to make sure you weren’t in this for the wrong reasons.”

“Like stealing artifacts and selling them on the black market.”

Your smile lessons. You try not to show how much the comment bothers you. Because even though this is just a random professor- someone who is a means to an end and who has little value to you- what he thinks of you holds weight.

On paper, Kim Namjoon is a good man. He’s highly rated among his students and his research is thought provoking. He also has dedicated a lot of his time outside of his classes and his own studies teaching classes for free to the under privileged.

Namjoon is the perfect picture person. He keeps house plants alive. He has a beautiful bookshelf- not with first volumes and special editions but with books creased with love and devotion.

He is the type of person you usually hate. At least, in your experience, people who appear nice on paper are not nice in real life. You get the feeling it may not be true for Namjoon, but you can never be sure.

“Yeah,” you agree because it’s easier to agree with him. “Like that.”

“Every other tomb dedicated to her has been overturned- no coin of power. And according to ancient documents, there is evidence of mass disease north of Cairo where the tomb is supposed to be.”

“And Sekhmet equals disease.”

“Among other things- she was a warrior too. We know. From the bloodshed at Alexandria that the violence of Egypt can be traced back to that area- and it made me wonder if that was her final resting place- she’d want to be buried with the coin.”

“What made you interested?”

“Honestly? I really liked The Mummy as a kid so when I came across the story, I fixated on it.

“I like that movie to. My methods are just more… O’Connell than Evie.”

“O’Connell didn’t sell items on the black market.”

Namjoon flinches at his own words. His eyes go wide behind his glasses and he bites his lip. But he doesn’t take the words back. You’ll give him that. He lets them hang in the air. His thoughts of you, painted neatly in his mind.

“You should combine the thesis with your current research.” You turn the seat away from him, settling in to take a nap. “I’d like to read it.”

-

It doesn’t matter how many times you’ve been to Egypt, it steals your breath away every time. The dessert palms dance in the breeze. The heat is omnipresent and the biting sand blowing through the edge of the city makes you wrap the scarf closer.

Egypt is not all desert and tombs, as Western media portrays. The city is booming with shining buildings and busy streets. Your quick to duck into the cool interior of the car, sliding in the driver’s seat while flicking through the GPS pulled up on your phone.

The trunk rattles as Namjoon loads the last of his bags into the SUV, walking around the car and slowing as the attendant bows to you just beyond the hood, leaving the rented car in your care. Namjoon opens the passenger door, hesitating as he stares at you over the rim of his sunglasses.

“You’re driving?”

“Been here before,” you muse. “It’s nothing like driving on the freeway in Athens, I can assure you.”

“Do you even know how to navigate?”

“I can follow a GPS and read Arabic-“ You glance up at him. “Problem, professor?”

Namjoon slides in and closes the door firmly. You don’t miss the way that he clicks his seat belt and pulls it as tightly to his chest as he can- which is a feat, given how large his chest is.

You blink, hating the way your thoughts wander. You have no idea how his students manage to absorb an ounce of information with him standing in front of the room. you have a sneaking suspicion it’s part of the reason his ratings are so high.

And well- he is intelligent.

“I thought you might hire a driver.”

“And risk the life of another person? No.”

He frowns as you shift gears, pulling into the lane to leave the airport. “Risk a life? What do you think this is? Indiana Jones?”

“Perhaps you’ve forgotten, Professor: I was hired to protect you and help you navigate the city. You think I’m a tomb raider? I can assure you that if we ran into real thieves, you’ll think quite differently.” He makes no comment, the silence stretching between you. “Plus,” you mumble. “I don’t know what’s in there, you know?”

“Mummies?”

You glare from the corner of your eye and you’re surprised when you get a smile, that dimple of his appearing. You twist your hands on the steering wheel, fighting a matching smile that threatens to break across your face. “Obviously. But I’ve seen a lot of shit.”

“Like what?”

“Classified.”

He scoffs. “Please.”

“What is it that you think my company is, Professor?”

“Please stop calling me that. I have a name.” You raise your brows as you exit the airport and turn onto the highway, joining the other cars in the traffic of trying to get away from the planes taking off and touching down. “Honestly? It just seemed like an insurance company for archaeology. I thought you’d be like… an adjustor.”

“That is… almost accurate.”

“Almost?”

“I protect assets. In this case- it would be your research and your findings.”

“Not going to take anything while we’re there?”

“I told you.” Your hands grip the wheel tighter. “Everything in that house was gifted to my family and I. You have an interesting narrative of me, professor. While I do resort to illegal means of obtaining items, I don’t traffic them. And before you protest- illegal is a relative term in my field.”

“And your field is…”

You pause. “The supernatural.”

For a while, it’s just the hum of the car as you switch gears. You briefly think of the time your father taught you stick shift. The memory makes your lip twitch as you switch lanes. You lost count of how many times you stalled out, but your father was always persistent, always patient.

He was always patient.

“I can’t tell if you’re making fun of the subject matter of most of my works.”

“I’m not.”

He turns toward you in the seat. Being under his inquisitive gaze makes you want to squirm, but you hold still. How a gentle professor from a private university makes you feel like you’re in the hot seat is beyond you. Men with much larger titles and much more power don’t make you feel on the spot nearly as much as the professor sitting next to you does.

“What do you mean your field is in the supernatural?”

“My division of Ilum focuses on acquisitions that have potential supernatural elements.” You glance to see that he’s just staring at you. His eyes are creased and his brows are pinched. He doesn’t believe you, so you push forward. “You led a supernatural club and you’re looking at me as though creatures don’t exist.”

“I already told you- show me proof and I’ll believe you.”

“Alright then,” you sigh. “Let’s go find you proof.”

-

Night sky stretches over a sea of sand. Namjoon’s head is pressed against the window as he dozes, lightly snoring. You’re fixed on the road as sand brushes delicate strokes across the pavement. There’s nothing of note on either side of you as you drive through small towns on the outskirts of the cities.

Above, thousands of stars glitter in the night. You wish that they looked that way back home. the light pollution of the city hides the stories of the gods for you, forcing you to find solace in the books and the maps in your library.

It’s been a quite car ride. Namjoon didn’t seem ready for the supernatural talk, so you let him lean his head on the window and fall in and out of sleep. Once he seemed to trust that you could navigate your way around, he fell asleep in earnest, body sagging into the door.

Tapping a nail on the steering wheel, you glance at Namjoon again. His features are soft and smooth. He looks younger without that stoic expression on his face. His breath fogs the window lightly, glasses slightly askew from the angle of his head.

It’s become entirely obvious that Namjoon wants to believe in his research, but has to see things with his own eyes. You have a suspicion that if he truly knew the dangers of unexplored tombs and ruins, he might not be so eager to research.

The cut on your thigh that burns whenever Min Yoongi walks into your house is enough proof that the world is a dangerous place for you. Lucky for you and Yoongi, you had aligned goals back then. Still do, on occasion, which is the only reason you helped a Greater Demon gain access to the Illuminati.

The Illuminati.

You hate calling the organization you work for by it’s true name. A virtual boogey man in American culture, the Illuminati has implications that you’re some sort of all-powerful society pulling strings and planning assassinations.

National Treasure didn’t exactly help.

The scope of the Illuminati is more than that. It is to illuminate themselves on the world that humans didn’t understand: the supernatural, magic, aliens, multi-dimensions. The branches and the reach of the Illuminati are far reaching and incredibly powerful. You are a tiny cog in a massive monster of a machine.

And you are breaking over a hundred of their rules and requirements every single time you manage to convince them a fake artifact was a real artifact, and gave the real one to the people it belonged to. To the native cultures that worshiped it not for its price and material, but for the peace and faith that it brought them.

Of course, Seokjin is a part of that success. No one in the world creates magical replicas the way Seokjin does. And while it is becoming increasingly painful to keep him in your payroll, you do it anyway. And you call yourself a tomb raider all the while, letting the façade protect your real work.

Tomb raider.

It was a title that you accepted because it’s safe. Because it mostly keeps the people writing your paycheck away from you. But not everyone trusts you. Many have suspected that your father had long since been using resources of the Illuminati to deceive them and protect ancient peoples, creatures and artifacts.

Your hands tighten on the wheel.

Now your father is dead. His good will didn’t get him far. You suspect it won’t get you far either.

You wonder if Namjoon knows that his survival in the event of a supernatural enemy is encounter wasn’t considered paramount by his school. You wonder if he has any idea that many of the patrons you work for graduated from his school. That his dean knows that you have killed people to defend yourself. Killed people to get what you needed.

Namjoon’s assessment of you is not exactly wrong, but his guesses on your motives are off.

You let him think the worst. It’s easier for him to do so, and it’s easier for you to do your job without having to convince him that you’re a good person.

Because you need him. Because the way his mind works is different from his, and you need his research. You know the languages, you know the stories. But Namjoon has three years worth of knowledge stored in his head.

Somewhere in that head of Namjoon’s is a theory or an idea. And you have no doubt in your mind that it will lead you directly to the tomb of Sehkmet and the coin Dean Tarik so badly needs.

-

Before the temple is a small town. The lights in the windows are all out as you step out of the car. The gas station has a sign that marks it as closed inside, but available for gas. Namjoon rouses when you shut the door, startled as you round the vehicle to pump gas.

Dust coats the SUV. It's quiet outside save for the wind and the swinging sign around the side of the building for a fruit stand that has long since shut up shop for the day. Namjoon gets out of the car and stretches, his sweat revealing a small sliver of tan, firm muscle.

You direct your gaze to the thumb pad as you jam in the digits to your credit card.

“Nice nap?”

“Why didn’t you wake me?”

“Seemed like you needed it.” Your card clears and you remove the dust-caked handle, popping the nozzle into the car. The gas starts pumping slowly, a metal sounds thumping as it pulls the liquid from underneath. “Plus, we’re at the unexciting part.”

“Why is this temple so far from Cairo?” Namjoon muses, turning to the north. “Aren’t we close to Alexandria?”

“Sort of. And my guess? Sekhmet is a goddess who can cause mass destruction and chaos when she was in a rage. Wouldn’t you build a home for such far away from people?”

“I suppose.”

A cool wind makes you shiver. No one comes out of their homes as you look around. The moon is full, shining a grey light over the town. Everything looks like a painting, frozen in time. The hair stands up on the back of your neck as you glance over your shoulder and see a man at the edge of the light casted by the gas pumps.

You duck underneath the pump line and stand in front of Namjoon, never taking your eyes off of him as he stands, watching. Namjoon is confused at what you’re doing when you step in front of him. You feel him go rigid behind you as the man watches.

He’s beautiful- dark ebony hair that falls in tight coils. Walnut brown skin that nearly glows under the moonlight and sharp, grey eyes that watch the pair of you. He’s in all black garb, gold stitching at his sleeves. There is a gold collar around his neck, and two bracelets on either wrist.

Carefully, you palm a knife, watching him as your spine shivers.

“Why do you have a knife?” Namjoon demands. “What if he needs help- excuse me, sir?”

Namjoon pushes past you to go to the man. You grab him by the wrist, yanking him backwards and using his momentum to slam him against the SUV and step around him. Namjoon makes a strangled noise of pain and surprise, but you ignore him, eyes on the stranger.

His eyes glitter in the night as he watches you.

“You should not wake her,” the man says. His voice is deep, ancient. You recognize an outdated form of Arabic- so old that it’s not really Arabic at all. “Her disciples wait.”

“Who?” You ask as the man turns and walks deeper into the shadows of the night. You realize you’ve asked in standard Arabic and search for the ancient word, “Who?”

“Should you find nothing but death, you may summon me. I cannot physically enter the City of the Living Dead, but a Chosen may.” He glances at you over his shoulders and it root you in the spot.

You swear you hear the crying and chatter of jackals in the distance. You whip your head, looking for the source. A terrible feeling seizes you as the cacophony raises into a frenzy and the jackals are screaming.

Then they stop. The man bows his head and murmurs, “You may be accepted as Chosen. When you are ready, say the words: I am the humble vessel of Anubis. I am his sword, his jackal, his servant.”  

You blink and the man vanishes. The hand on your knife grips it tighter, trying to stop the shaking that ripples up your arm. The gas pump beeps, making you flinch and whirl around as it tells you the car is full. Namjoon is leaning against the car, staring at where the man vanished before his eyes drag back to you, mouth open slightly.

Carefully, you return to him. He’s staring beyond you, dark eyes fixed. It’s only when you nudge him after returning the gas nozzle to the pump that he looks at you.

“Was he a ghost?” his words are soft.

“I don’t know,” you tell him honestly, looking back to the darkness pressing around the town.

“I think… I think we should talk about the supernatural now. Who do you think that was?”

“If I had to guess?” You open the driver’s side and slide back into the car. “I think it may have been Anubis.”

“Are you telling me that was a god that just appeared out of thin air?”

You start the car. “Did you hear jackals?”

“What? No. I didn’t hear anything, I couldn’t even hear what he was saying to you. What was he saying to you?”

-

Namjoon can’t fall back asleep. He doesn’t try. Instead, he quizzes you in the car about what it is you do. When you told him you’re focus in archaeology was in the supernatural, he thought you were making fun of him. He felt himself shut down, his irritation with you growing more.

But after seeing that man- who you believe to be Anubis- Namjoon realizes you’re not joking at all.

It feels as though he has stepped into a fever dream. Silver light paints the world as you decide not to stay in the town. No one comes out and there’s no sign of life. It feels eerie. You have tents for sleeping outside the site, so you drive on.

Namjoon notices that the lines near your mouth are tighter now. You grip the wheel harder and though you don’t mention the goddess again, your eyes dart into the rearview often.

He’s glad the moon is full, painting the world in light where the headlights do not reach. You turn off of the road and begin driving in the open sand, careful to follow the GPS. He notices signs in multiple languages that tell you to turn back. That you’re now trespassing. You drive past them easily, uncaring.

The site is not protected by military or police. No one wants to waste the resources after the past units have gone missing or have come running back with their minds cracked open like yolks.

It occurs to Namjoon after seeing the man- the god- vanish, that perhaps this is the worst idea he’s ever had. And yet, a huge part of him wants to see it through.

“So what supernatural creatures are real?” Namjoon ventures, needing to break the silence. “I’m willing to listen.”

“Vampires for starters,” you answer. You seem unfocused as you drive, the words coming out on auto-pilot. “Not many of them left. There is a sector of the Illuminati that kills the ones who won’t behave and tests on the ones they catch. Nasty business that I have no interest in and no part of. The vampires I’ve met are quite polite- except Kim Tae-“

“I’m sorry- did you just say the Illuminati?”

You pop your mouth shut. It’s obvious you hadn’t meant to tell him, but Namjoon suspects seeing Anubis has you focused on something else. You’ve been distracted since you got back in the car, but Namjoon isn’t sure why.

When you say nothing, he tries again, “You work for the Illuminati?”

“I would keep that bit to yourself. They’re fond of murdering people who know they exist.”

“Then perhaps they should get a better name than Illum Corporations United.”

Your mouth flickers in a smile, the first one he has seen in hours. It warms him, a bit. “Yeah, maybe.”

“Did you guys really plan the assassination of JFK? Is Elvis still alive? Did you invent-“

“I have no idea,” you cut him off, giving him a look. He can tell you’re not actually irritated. You do this thing where you smirk sideways when you’re trying to fight a smile. Despite himself, Namjoon thinks it’s cute. “Supernatural sector, remember?”

“So you take artifacts and knowledge and sell it on behalf of the Illuminati?”

“Technically.”

Namjoon tries to swallow past the distaste. He’s seen the tablet that you carry around with you. If he can swipe it or destroy it on the trip home, there’s no research for you to sell. And he certainly has no intention of letting you walk out with prized artifacts.

“Vampires, huh?”

“Demons as well, though not in the context of Western religions. Demons of all religious are a thing. There are… multiple dimensions and things we have no idea exist.”

“Like Marvel.”

You snort. “Yeah, like Marvel.”

“What’s the coolest creature you’ve ever seen?”

Namjoon can’t help the excitement in his voice. You don’t tease him for it, which is nice. He remembers being teased by pretty girls who thought he was a nerd growing up and despite your moral differences, it’s nice to talk to someone who likes the same things he does. Who can keep up with where his mind is going.

And you do.

You tell him about a clan of kitsunes who had been dealing with a void spirit corrupting their countryside down in Japan. You show him the knife they gifted you and though he can’t see anything particularly special about it, the blade is so black it seems to swallow light.

You tell him about helping a pack of werewolves in Romania hunt down a stolen moon stone that kept them from turning every full moon. Your face darkens when you mention the black market owned and operated by the Illuminati. He stops himself from asking the question: if you don’t like it, why do you contribute?

He isn’t sure you would answer.

It’s a nice car ride. He slowly forgets the terrifying image of the maybe goddess melting into the night. Your voice is soothing as you reflect on your adventures and he… well fuck, he believes you.

Early morning touches the distant horizon. Namjoon watches as the gold spills over the edge like a cup too full. It’s breathtaking watching the sands turn from grey to gold. And the ruins in front of him appear, as though obscured by the dark of the morning.

“Holy shit,” he breaths, leaning forward in his seat to look out of the dash.

Though they theorized there was an underground city, Namjoon doesn’t expected the massive temple with broken and collapsed columns. Two lions- not sphinxes, he notes- sit guard before the temple. Their faces have deteriorated with time, but he can still mostly see the detail.

When the car comes to a stop, he slides out, looking up at the two stone lines. His heart is pounding as he makes a beeline for them. There’s shrubbery at their feet and parts of the temple. There are a few palms sprouted near the temple, but there’s nothing else.

“Woah, slow down!” you call after him. “We need to set up. You can’t just charge in there after we’ve driven most of the night.”

“I’m well rested,” he protests. He is a little tired, but he’s more than awake now that it’s in front of him.

How many times had he imagined being here? He shields his eyes from the rising sun and smiles. The temple doors have long since fallen. A single column has collapsed in front of it, but it’s more than passable.

As he nears the two towering lions, the air changes. Namjoon drops his hand from his face and looks up. He can’t see a disturbance, but the air feels cooler near the lions. They stretch up up and up, several meters tall.

A soft buzz bothers him. He can’t pin point if it’s a sound or a feeling. Something brushes up against him, making him flinch and stumble back. You don’t notice, pulling bags out of the trunk of the car parked several meters away. Slowly, Namjoon backs aware from the lions, glancing between them.

Maybe he is more tired than he thought he was.

Turning back to the car, he helps you unpack and begin setting up canvas tents. He doesn’t tell you the strange feeling that he had at the lions, not wanting you to make fun of him for being more fatigued than he realizes.

The tent is massive and you move with efficiency, making him realize how many times you must have done something similar before. You move with a tactfulness than he can’t help but stand and watch.

You catch him stair, brushing the hair that escapes your braid out of your face. “What?”

“Nothing,” he mumbles, bending over to pick up his bag of tools and walk toward the open flap of the tent. “You’re really fast at this stuff.”

“Yeah, my dad and I used to have contests of who could build our tent the fastest. It was his way of making sure I helped instead of dicking around camp.”

“You explored a lot with your dad?” Namjoon enters the tent. It’s a little taller than him- but barely. He feels the static scraping the top of his head as he goes over to a plastic folding table you used for supplies, placing his pack on it. “That must have been cool.”

“It was,” you agree. You don’t elaborate as you drag a rolled duffle bag to the foot of your very uncomfortable looking cot. Gone is the luxury from the jet.

“Can I ask you something?”

“If I say no, would you ask anyway, Professor?”

He smirks a bit. “Probably.”

You sit on the cot to catch your breath. You’re flushed in your face and neck, and your hair catches you on the temples where you sweat. You still look painfully beautiful, even dressed in dark pants and a dark t-shirt. “You have all these resources- so why are we here alone?”

“I don’t like partners. I also don’t like people in my business.”

“Sorry.”

You wave him off. “I don’t mean you. People associated with the Illuminati are all academics who think they’re better than everyone and that they know the secrets of the world. I don’t get along with them. My family name is the only thing that keeps them off my back- mostly.”

“How did your father die, if you don’t mind me asking?”

You shrug. “Don’t know. Get some rest. We should do some light survey work this afternoon before the sun sets and then we can explore in earnest tomorrow. I’m going to set up some security points.”

Namjoon tries not to let it bother him that you change the subject every time he wants to ask you about yourself. Getting to know you… well it won’t make betraying you later any better, but it makes it easier to work with you.

“Security points?”

“Land mines,” you announce as you walk out the tent.

Namjoon throws himself on his cot and laughs. It only occurs to him right as he’s about to fall asleep that you may not have been kidding.

-

It’s night. The moon is in the sky and you’re standing in front of the two lions at the entrance to the tomb. It’s never been confirmed, but you know there is a tomb deep under the surface of the earth. The temple is empty and bleached, nothing but bone in the night.

A presence weighs on you. You turn your head to look behind you. Far in the distance on the dunes is a black figure. You see the robes flapping in the wind and you feel cold. You don’t know who it is out there, but the figure sends a buzzing sensation over your skin.

You turn back to the temple and stare at it. There is something like a voice on the wind, but you can’t quite understand.

You take a step closer. Something about the lions on either side of you feel like they hum with life. The wind dies down and the soft whispers of many voices brush up against you.

We know where your father is. We know we know we know. We know where your father is.

The voices are getting louder. You try to convince yourself to move, but you can’t, staring as the whispers crescendo.

We know where your father is we know where your father is we know where your father is we know where your father is we know where your father is we know where your father is

The temperature drops and a cloud goes over the moon. The world goes dark and still. You hold your breath, a terror like never before begins to stir inside of you. You can’t remember ever being this afraid as something appears in the doorway of the tomb, a figure whose shape is undetectable with two, glowing eyes.

The sound of jackals catches the wind, sailing over the dunes to where you stand, staring and shaking at the gates of the City of the Living Dead. The jackals rise in volume as a single hand- dead and crumbling- appears from the doorway. The jackals begin to drown out the sound of the hundreds of voice, high pitched and barking.

You’re frozen. Your heart is pounding as you stare and stare-

The sound of jackals reaches a frenzy and a deep voice hums, Should you find nothing but death, you may summon me.

You gasp as you launch forward, clawing at the sheets suffocating you. Your heart is panicking as you scream, throwing the sheets off you and falling to your knees off the cot. You can barely see in the dark, panting as you stumble to your feet.

Strong hands grab you. You scream, reaching for your knife under your pillow but the hands are firm.

“Hey! Y/n it’s just me! It’s Namjoon!”

His voice breaks through the panic and you blink a few times. Namjoon is standing in front of you in the dark shadow of the night. A single candle burns near the map he’s been trying to draw of what he thinks the layout of the temple is based on traditional architecture of Egyptian tombs.

Namjoon’s hair is disheveled. His glasses are gone, his warm brown eyes piercing right through you as you try to catch your breath. You can feel the panic subsiding as his hands hold you by the forearms. He’s in a t-shirt and sweat pants and you catch the smell coming from him- lemon essential oils.

Your head is spinning. You pull away from him, mumbling and apology and clumsily leaving the tent. You gulp down cool night air and hurry away from the tent, trying to put distance between you and the nightmare.

Sitting, you put your head between your knees, breathing in and out slowly. The dream still lingers, the sound of the voice and the jackals not far off. You wipe at your eyes as tears free fall.

It takes a few minutes, but Namjoon’s footsteps approach firmly. You say nothing as he sits next to you. For a while, you’re both quiet, save for the sniffling you’re trying to hide from him.

“Do you want me to ask you to talk about it? Or are you mercenary-types too tough to do those things?”

You laugh, despite the knife in your throat. “First, I was a tomb raider, now I’m am mercenary?”

“I upgraded your title when you joked about planting mines.”

“Who said I was joking?”

You look up at Namjoon and he’s smiling down at the sand, elbows resting on his knees. His dimples appear again, shadowed in the moonlight. “See,” he jibes, knocking your knee with his. “Mercenary.”

“I had a nightmare.”

“Really? I thought it was rather pleasant from the sound of it. Though perhaps you were lounging among luxurious Persian rugs and looking at all your fancy swords of death.”

“Professor, is that sarcasm I detect? So you can be funny.” He rolls his eyes and glances at you side-long. You give him a small smile. “Swords of death is a bit repetitive, Professor.”

“Wanted to emphasize it, you know- for the mercenary bit.”

You hum. You pick up a handful of sand, letting it run through your fingers. The wind is gentle, picking it up and carrying it until your palm is empty. “It was a nightmare about my dad,” you murmur. “I get them sometimes. My dad was um- he was murdered. He had this position before me. Made a lot of enemies.”

“I’m incredibly sorry to hear that.”

You shrug. “Like I said – there are a lot of people in this organization who think they know everything. He had as many supporters as he did enemies.”

“And you?”

“A lot of enemies, but I’ve learned from his mistakes.”

“Did you ever find out who did it?”

You nod and the mark on your leg burns at the thought, remembering the way Yoongi’s blade cut into your flesh, burning and burning. “Someone who wasn’t his enemy at all, but had no choice in the matter. I’ve come to terms with the man who wielded the blade, but not the one who ordered the kill.”

“Is he- alive?” you glance at him and see him struggle to get the words out. “Either of them?”

“Yeah, Yoongi sort of works with me. Kane – the man who ordered my father dead – no, he is not alive.”

“And that Is what you’ve not come to terms with?” You nod. Namjoon has practically heard you confess murder. And yet he sighs and says, “I hope you find that peace, one day. You should get some rest if you can. We explore in full tomorrow.”

-

“At least take a knife,” You snap, holding out a knife that is… well it’s of the larger variety. Namjoon stares at it. He’s dressed in cargo pants, a forest green long-sleeve that hugs his chest far too well, and a backpack full of research items, books and snacks. “What happens if you get stuck on something or if you need to repel and can’t get off?”

“I don’t need a knife!”

“So our working theory is that the God of the Dead, Anubis, randomly showed his face last night and you don’t want to take a knife. Do I have that right?”

“What is a knife going to do against the God of the Dead? Tickle him, probably.”

You make a sound and stomp your foot. “It’s not just a knife,” you answer, mimicking his voice. “It’s a demon blade. It’ll send anything that shouldn’t be topside, downside.”

“I don’t know what that means.”

You grab his wrist against his will shoveling the sheathed blade into his hand. “Use that university brain of yours to figure it out.”

Storming out of the tent, you head for the two lions who had haunted you the night before. During your survey with Namjoon, the temple seemed pretty basic. You had only stuck your head in, but the main building was mostly intact, narrow stone walls leading in a maze to different chambers.

You don’t mean to be annoyed with Namjoon. After him comforting you the night before and admitting that he’s not as terribly annoying as you originally perceived, you think you could almost be friends with him.

Almost.

Refusing to take basic protection was not the first time he got on your nerves that morning. The first mistake was having an absolute fit when you rolled open the duffle bag to reveal weapons. He was so angry he was red in the face, deciding that you were in fact the terrible mercenary he thought you were.

It had been fifteen minutes of arguing before he gave up trying to convince you to leave the weapons behind.

The second irritation came when you disagreed on where to go first. Namjoon wanted to look for the burial chamber, where most of the hieroglyphics would list who was buried – if someone was – and be the largest source of information.

The burial chamber was the last place you wanted to be. You argued to look for paths leading further into the earth that would indicate a world underneath the Egypt above, or at the least- a throne room which would also have helpful information.

Then Namjoon claimed you wanted to look for treasure in the throne room- which you didn’t. But you did want to know where you could look for Sehkmet’s coin. The object that Dean Tarik wanted. That the Illuminate also wanted.

If their reports were correct, flipping the coin gave the person holding it her power.

Namjoon joins you, adjusting his back pack. There’s a scowl on his face as he walks past you. “I’ll take your stupid knife, if only to show you I won’t need it.”

“Better fucking hope not,” you mutter. “And on the topic of things we shouldn’t do: don’t read from anything in there.”

“What do you mean? The entire reason we’re here involves reading.”

“Out loud,” you clarify. “My father used to say it to me all the time: don’t read dead languages. Not here. Not out loud.”

“Whatever.”

 You both approach the temple. The darkness of the door haunts you and you slow your steps as you approach. Namjoon slows behind you, both of you craning to look upward. The building is huge, a feat of ancient technology. Or aliens, the Illuminati believes.

Wordlessly, you climb up and over the fallen column. Dirt clouds at your feet when you land with a solid thud. Slowly standing, you hesitate just beyond the shadow of the temple. The whispers from the night before come back to you and though you don’t see anything, a sense of dread weighs on you as you look into the darkness.

The antechamber is square, crumbling ceilings with exposed sky and walls covered in dust and dirt. The floors are scuffed and smooth, like there’s been feet wearing them down. You catch a dark patch near one of the darker hallways and you grimace. It looks like blood.

Taking a breath, you step into the temple. A shiver curls through you as you stand in the dark room. Namjoon stands before you, looking up and around the inside of the temple. “Let’s look for any writing,” he suggests, head still tilted up. “I don’t trust that our configuration will work as a true map.”

“Deal.” You turn to the dark patch near the darker hallway. “I’ll go this way,” you mutter, removing a large glow stick and cracking it. Orange light grows as you shake it, pausing by the stain in the dirt. Definitely blood. “Call if you need me.”

The air isn’t as stale as you thought it would be as you slowly enter the hall. It’s long and narrow, with cobwebs and dust coating the sides. You hold the glow stick up near the walls as you walk, looking for any sign of instructions, stories or artwork.

Another hall branches to the left and down. The stairs are mostly intact, but you’re careful as you descend them anyway.

It’s dry as you descend. Turning over your shoulder, you see you’ve only made it a couple of yards. Down you go, holding the light so that you can see. Just when you think maybe the stairs won’t end, you meet rubble. The ceiling has caved in, blocking your path.

Signing, you go back up to the main level and continue your search. It’s almost half an hour later when Namjoon calls your name. You rush through the maze of halls and to the other side of the temple, palming a knife as you enter the hall. You can see the glow of his light as he holds it high on the wall, revealing a crumbled sconce.

“Look,” he says, gesturing to the wall under the sconce. He brushes his hand over the dust, clearing it to reveal a groove in the wall. “Burial chamber.”

You look at the dead end. Approaching slowly, you crouch and look at the bottom of the wall carefully. There’s dust and rocks. Gently, you nudge the rocks toward a seam in the wall. They fall between and disappear.

“The floor drops down,” you note, backing away from it. “Pull the sconce.”

Namjoon does. There’s a loud creaking and crash as the floor slants downwards, turning into a ramp. Dust and dirt explode upwards, making you cough and wave your hand to clear the air. Namjoon removes a cloth from his pocket and hands it to you. You both proceed slowly with the cloth pressed over your face.

Orange light leads the way as you go down down.

Dirt and gravel crack under your feet as you go. Namjoon takes he lead, keeping his light higher than you to look for any more symbols on the wall. The floor shifts beneath your right foot and you stumble, grabbing the wall. A grinding sound makes you both turn, watching as the ramp you came up retracts and closes, leaving you in the pitch black of the hall with two glow sticks.

You turn to look at Namjoon, who visibly gulps. “Surely there’s another way out or another lever.”

Turning around, you both look for exactly that. After almost another hour of looking, there’s nothing. Sweating and nervous, you both push forward. Ancient ruins are famous for their halls and doors, never having one way out or one way in. Especially in the event that earth quakes or floods plagued the ruins, multiple exits were necessary.

Time seems not to pass. You know from the analog watch on your wrist that the day is moving. The hall seems to go forever, sloping downward.

As you adjust your foot placement as the slope increases, something catches your eye. You barely get Namjoon’s name out before his foot breaks a thin because of rope. You dive for him, slamming into him and knocking you two further down the hall as spears with sharpened iron heads explode from the wall where Namjoon was just standing.

You both scramble backwards. “Are you okay?” Namjoon shouts, pulling you toward him. You’re mutely aware that he has you against his chest, heart pounding against your back and arms around your shoulders, holding you to him. “You just saved my life.”

“Yeah. Thanks for checking- are you trying to flirt?”

“Yeah right.”

You both struggle to your feet, wiping yourself off. “You should do it more often, girls are into that.”

“The girls I’ve gone after aren’t into men who had shelves dedicated to Egyptology.”

Your lips twitch. “I have a pretty cool collection.”

“Yeah, we’ll you’re not the girls I go after.”

“Wow.”

Namjoon looks at you as you shove past him. “That’s not what I meant-“

“I get it. Tomb Raider, Mercenary. Look let’s just make the priority finding a way out of here. My job might be to protect you, but I might also kill you if I’m stuck down here for all eternity.”

Namjoon says thing. You lead the way, walking down the hall with your light. You continue downwards for a while until a soft gust of air hits you in the face. You walk faster. The hallway ends abruptly and levels out into a massive room with high ceilings.

The breath leaves you. A round chamber with a raised dais stands in front of you. A stone table sits on it. Organ jars surround the base of the table, gauze and tools on top of it. Rows of closed, plain sarcophagi’s line the walls of the room. They’re undecorated and plain.

“Preparation chamber,” Namjoon murmurs. He charges into the room, looking around and laughing. You watch him, rooted in place. He’s running his hands through his hair as he runs up to the dais. “There are mummification tools here!”

It’s like watching a kid in a candy store and you can’t help but smile as he runs around the room, camera out and snapping pictures. You step into the room fully, wandering around. It looks like other burial preparation chambers you’ve been in, but untouched and untainted.

Namjoon is laughing to himself and smiling as he explores the room. You smile, letting him have his fun as he wanders up the dais. “There’s writing on here-“

“Don’t read it out loud.”

He laughs. “Got it.”

You join him on the dais, looking at the table. You tilt your head. “To the underworld.”

“I mean… this room does send them to the underworld.”

“But they didn’t call it that. Duat wasn’t really an underworld to them.”

Namjoon pauses before bending down, moving around all of the ceramic jars. You hate to think they’re filled with the organs of the dead. He finds one that’s fixed to the ground and pulls it. The floor beneath you shakes and the dais begins to descend, making you clutch the funeral rites table. Namjoon straightens, holding the table with you as the grinding sound of stone on stone rattles your teeth.

Skirting toward you, Namjoon holds up his light. The walls have tracks in them where the dais slides downward. The ground vibrates, rattling up through your bones. “Under the world.”

“Smart boy.”

Namjoon blushes but says nothing as you go down down down.

Your ears pop at some point as you descend into a dark, low ceiling room.

Dark hallways line the circular room. In the middle is a gilded sarcophagus with the face of a lion and crossed paws. You step into the room tentatively. The hallways are black as pitch, more like tunnels into the earth than anything.

“That’s…”

Namjoon trails off as the two of you approach. There are jewels and golden objects that surround the sarcophagus. It’s beautiful, but your lights are the only thing in the room. carefully, the two of you work together to crack and toss the orange lights on the ground.

Sweat beads down your neck. When you finish lighting the room. Namjoon’s shirt sticks to him, sweat dripping down his tan neck when. You offer him a water from your pack and he takes it with a nod. You eye him as you chug water.

How did he think women didn’t find him attractive? He was either crazy or naïve.

Or both.

“I can’t believe we’re here,” he murmurs. “That’s Sekhmet- or an ancient pharoh.”

You smirk. “Wouldn’t have found our way without you noticing those symbols.”

He blushes. Or maybe he’s flushed from the excitement and heat.

You finish your water and begin exploring the room. Namjoon takes picture of the wall and tomb as you get to work translating the writing and symbols on the wall. The clock is ticking to find the coin- you suspect it might be buried with Sekhmet, but you can’t just open her sarcophagus while Namjoon is around.

So you work in silence.

A wall at the far south of the room has an entire section dedicated to a story. You hold your light upwards and slowly begin piecing the story together. There’s not a lot of hieroglyphics, but there’s pictures.

Sekhmet comes down from the heavens and bows to Ra. She creates plague and carnage in Cairo and Memphis, purging the lands of those who spite him. She carries her sword across the lands, slicing as she goes.

People begin to pray to Sekhmet. They ask her for her mercy and pledge themselves to her. The kneel before the goddess and ask for forgiveness. She judges them and declares them her disciples, worthy of carrying her justice and word of Ra.

Your heart begins picking up spread as the images grow darker and more grotesque.

Sekhmet’s followers drink the blood of the evil. They grow stronger and spread throughout Egypt, taking her justice and carnage with them. They only move at night, becoming her warriors of the moon.

Bloodshed. There is so much bloodshed and all the while, her followers bathe themselves in blood.

Anubis rises to oppose Sekhmet. She has upset the balance of the world and Anubis and his Jackals created chase Sekhmet to her temple. She binds her remaining followers to her, and does not allow Anubis and his jackals to enter.

They live eternal.

You recognize the work for eternal written over and over again.

Eternal. Undead. Eternal. Children of the moon.

A sense of terror begins to seep in. You look toward a tunnel and see how dark it is. Slowly, you walk toward it. Holding your light up, you look into the hall. Rows and rows of open sarcophagi line the walls. The people in them are tan and unharmed by time, hands crossed over their chests.

Your breath quickens as you step in the hall. Namjoon is talking to you but you can’t hear him well over the roaring in your ears.

Eternal. Drinking the blood of the evil.

“Namjoon,” you call faintly, voice shaking. You unholster the gun from your hip. You have no bullets that will help this- you don’t even know what breed this is. “Remember what I said about vampires?”

Namjoon’s voice carries over the room. You back out of the tunnel and turn to him to see him looking at an inscription at the foot of Sekhmet. His voice is questioning as he finishes sounding out a sentence.

“Namjoon!” you screech. Namjoon stops reading.

There is a loud thump that echoes from in front of Namjoon. He backs away from the sarcophagus, dropping his tools as the boom sounds again. Whispers echo from down the hall and you hear shuffling as you enter the room, going right for Namjoon.

You grab him by the shoulders and shove him behind you as the lid begins to move. “What did I tell you?”

“I forgot.”

“You forgot?” you demand as the lid shakes again. It rattles until it’s knocked off entirely.

Namjoon grabs your waist as you take a wide stance, aiming your gun. You don’t have bullets that can kill vampires- if that’s what Sekhmet is. You don’t even know what breed or variation was in the hall.

A mummified hand grabs the edge of the sarcophagus and you don’t even think. You fire the weapon. Namjoon flinches wildly behind you as you shoot the hand off the mummy. It screeches and you hear shuffling as it sits up.

“It’s your time to shine, Brenden Fraser!”

You fire the gun again and the bullets rip through the struggling mummy, but they do nothing. “I have a plan,” you assure him. “Magical objects are the way out, I think. Not guns.”

You reach for your knife.

“Is this your plan?” Namjoon screeches at you as you pull a knife from your tactical vest, spinning it dangerously and taking a defensive stance. “You’re going to knife the mummy?”

“This is Plan A, yes. The knife in question was a very expensive one and holds the cursed spirit of a Nogitsune,” you explain easily. The mummy looks at Namjoon with glowing eyes and you don’t know how you know, but it wants the professor. It begins to struggle out of its tomb. “When the knife pierces its intended target, it releases a void spirit that destroys the host immediately. Feel free to be awed- I am way cooler than Brendan Fraser.”

Palming the knife, you step in front of Namjoon, staring as the creature nearly falls out of the sarcophagus. It recovers quickly, righting itself and turning it’s burning, white eyes on the man behind you. You bare your teeth, despite being absolutely terrified at the thing- the mummy- in front of you.

You’re just doing your job. That’s what you tell yourself when Namjoon clutches your waist behind you, steading you as you watch the creature figure out its mobility level. You try not to become distracted with Namjoon’s panicked breathing behind you, or the fact that you can smell the light lemon scent of his essential oils on his skin.

You shake the thoughts from your head, gripping the dagger tighter.

Its flesh is dried and stuck to the bones, parts of it eaten away by time and gods know what else. The mummy steps forward, the crackling sound and stink of dried, aged skin making you want to vomit. They don’t tell you how disgusting the smell in the movies, and you’re fighting back a retch as you firmly hold you ground.

“Holy fuck,” Namjoon swears. It’s the first time he’s done so much as cuss, and you smile, despite the fact that there is a mummy gaining traction in its crooked walking toward you. “Why is it staring at me?”

“What did I tell you about reading dead languages?” you snap. Placing your finger in the circle at the pommel of the knife, you spin it expertly and launch it at the creature, hitting it directly between the eyes. “Take that, fucker!”

The mummy blinks, stopping its movement. Slowly, it reaches for the knife, arm movement disjointed and unfamiliar. Wrapping old, broken fingers around the handle, it yanks the knife out before breathing on it. The knife disintegrates.

Oh god. You are not cooler than Branden Fraser.

“Plan C,” you squeak, watching as it destroys a very powerful, very expensive cursed object like nothing. You grip Namjoon’s wrist and yank him toward the closest tunnel to your left- one you have yet to explore. “Run like hell!”

“What was Plan B?” Namjoon hollers, taking off at your side.

“Leaving your ass to be eaten by the fucking mummy!”

Namjoon veers towards the hall where hissing is echoing out of- the same one you saw the frozen faces. You yank him and stumble the other direction, pumping your arms by your side as you scream, “Not that hall! It’s full of vampires!”

“What?” he demands. The mummy is moving slowly, but you hear a snarl. You look over your shoulder to see a woman dressed in traditional robes crouched, silver eyes gleaming. Namjoon looks over his shoulder and screams. “FUCK! DIDN’T YOU SAY YOU KNOW HOW TO KILL THEM?”

You enter a dark hall, thankful there’s no creatures. You run as the snarls increase. You can hear them pursuing now as you run. “I have no idea what kind these are! Not all of them require wooden stakes!”

“What the fuck do we do?”

“Hide!”

Fear sets in as you turn a corner, shoving Namjoon into a room before you. A massive shelf with items is on the wall next to the door. You throw it into the door way, crashing into the first creature that breaches the door. Namjoon arms himself with the knife you gave him- thankfully- and backs up toward a wall dedicated to the story of Ra.

There’s nowhere to go as the creatures slither into the room.

“Shit,” you whisper, backing up. You grab at a flare and rip the tag, igniting it and tossing it at one of them. The fire hits it and it begins to scream, thrashing and setting another one on fire as they collapse into one another.

“Do you have any more of those?”

“Nope,” you squeak. The vampires are more careful as they filter into the room. There’s eight of them. The mummy enters the room, stumbling. “She’s fucking ugly.”

“My children are hungry,” she whispers. “Won’t you let them drink? Let us drink from the one who brought me to life, for his life force is mine to bathe in. There is only death for you. Only death in this place.”

You pause. Only death in this place.

You turn to look at Namjoon. “Get ready to fight.”

“Those things?”

The vampires chitter among themselves as you step forward and slice your hand open. They grow excited, teeth gnashing as you say, “I am the humble vessel of Anubis. I am his sword, his jackal, his servant.”

The world goes black in an instant.

-

Namjoon watches in horror as you slice your hand open. A scream gets suck in his throat as you speak in guttural, dead Arabic. He doesn’t recognize the words but he knows it’s the language of the first Egyptians. He doesn’t know where you learned the words, but he almost drops the knife as the vampires take a few steps back.

Sekhmet – the mummy – screams at you. Namjoon hears the barking of dogs. They howl and cackle, the noise building until he’s covering his ears. You begin to glow for a moment before two gold cuffs flash into existence on your wrists, an Egyptian glaive appearing in each hand. The blades are sharp and a little over a foot long, handles golden.

There’s a glow about you – Namjoon has no idea what is happening, but he gasps when you turn to look at him. He decided a while ago that he liked your eyes- they were kind and playful- but now they are burning silver like the main from the night before.

Like Anubis.

“Y/N?”

“I am the servant of Anubis,” you announce, turning to face the vampires. “I am Chosen. And I will finish what he started.”

It’s nearly impossible to catch which vampire launches themselves at you first. One does, and Namjoon screams but you move faster than he can follow. Your glaive slices through the vampires head, instantly turning it to ash.

Chaos explodes into the room. The vampires go after you as you spin, slicing with your swords. Sekhmet turns, burning eyes on Namjoon as she stumbles forward, pointing a hand toward him. He skirts the room as another vampire gets turned to dust.

It’s hard to keep his eyes on you and Sekhmet at the same time. You’re moving with a force he’s never seen, wielding the dual blades with a fury of- a god. The shadow behind you on the wall is tall and dark, with pointed ears.

The shadow of Anubis.

Namjoon turns his eyes to Sekhmet. She approaches him, arm outstretched. Namjoon slices at her, cutting off her hand. She looks at the severed limb and back at him. It’s disgusting. He starts to feel proud- and the hand begins growing back.

The mummy charges him faster than she moved before. Namjoon ducks under her reach, spinning around. She charges him over and over and he plays a game of evading. He bumps into a vampire and is startled as it claws at him, taking it down.

Pushing against its gnashing face, Namjoon screams. The vampire is strong and its teeth are getting closer and- the point of a blade appears through its chest, turning it to ash. Namjoon scrambles backwards.

“The coin is on her neck!” you yell at him.

Namjoon realizes the glow sticks are glinting in the gold coin around her dead throat.

Pushing himself to his feet, Namjoon dives at the mummy. It catches her off guard as he slams into her, clawing at her neck. She bites at him, teeth fanged and dangerous. She almost sinks her teeth in him as he wraps his hand around the coin and rips, rolling off of her.

Electricity shoots up his arm. Namjoon can barely breath as power trembles up his arms. He’s panting as he struggles, feeling as though his bones are turning to iron. Something swells inside of him and for a moment, Namjoon can only hear ringing in his ears.

You appear next to his side, spinning a sword. He doesn’t know where the other one is, and you’re bleeding. “You have the power of Sekhmet,” you pant, eyes only for the mummy who gets to her feet. You look at him with the power of a god in your eyes. “End her.”

Namjoon thinks of the phrase on the foot of her tomb. Be risen again. Be vengeance. Be rage. Be power. Come forth come forth come forth, and be sealed with my life.

It was a spell to wake her- and Namjoon has a suspicion that his blood would root her into life for good.

So he changes it.

Gripping the coin so hard his hand begins to bleed, Namjoon holds it up. “Be bound again. Be vengeance. Be rage. Be power. Go forth go forth go forth, and be sealed in my life.”

“In?” You screech. “IN YOUR LIFE?”

Namjoon doesn’t listen. The mummy screams, head tilted toward the ceiling. Light pours out of her as she begins to shake. The light pulls from her chest, spinning up like a shimmering mist. It slams into Namjoon’s chest, knocking him backward.

The last thing he remembers is his head smacking against the floor.

-

You wipe your eyes and sniff as you finish wrapping your arms. Namjoon is still on the cot. He has been for a while, even though his head healed over. The cuffs are still on your wrists, thrumming with power. You can feel Anubis with you- his voice is not in your head, but something like a thought brushes up against you every once in a while.

Dragging Namjoon out of the temple was easy. Suddenly, it felt like you knew the way. He no longer weighed anything as you carried him, both of you bleeding and still shaking with adrenaline. You’re sure that Anubis led the way, the sound of his jackals guiding you.

Something moves outside the tent. Grabbing a glaive, you step outside.

Anubis is standing facing the temple. Up close, he is magnificent. He smells of sandalwood and cedar, and like incense and smoke. He doesn’t look at you as you keep the sword in your hand, taking a step forward.

“The man carries Sekhmet in him.”

“Will he live?” Anubis pauses before he nods once. “He is like you.”

“And what am I?”

“A servant.”

“To do what?”

“Keep the balance of the dead.”

“What will happen to him?”

Anubis hums. “Sekhmet is not inherently evil. But she lived in rage for too long- it is the fault of Ra. The man seems to have a good heart- I bet he would pass the Scales. He is not a fighter?” You shake your head. “Good. Perhaps a calm mind will give the goddess the peace she needs.”

“Does he- have to serve her will?”

“Not if he does not wish. He bound her to him.” Anubis’ eyes are silver as he looks at you. “You are bound to me.”

“What now?”

Anubis shrugs. “You answer when I call.” He turns to where your hand is going for your belt. “The knife of that demon do not work on me, child.” You drop your hand, chastised though he smiles. “Your father would be proud.”

“My father?”

He nods. “There are many after lives in the universe. He is at peace in his. And he is very proud of you.” Anubis nods his head. “I will call on you.”

“Please don’t.”

“Be well,” he murmurs in ancient Arabic.

“Be well,” you reply.

Back in the tent, Namjoon is sitting up. You dart over to him, grabbing his face and tilting it so that you can see his eyes. There’s no glow like there was in the temple, no other person or god. He blinks as though he’s having a hard time see.

“You fucking idiot,” you laugh, sniffing. “You almost got us killed.”

He laughs. The sound is dry. You grab a water and hand it to him, scooting closer on the bed. He finishes the water in a few gulps. You catch him up to speed briefly on your situation. He listens to you, nodding softly.

“I dreamt of her.”

You frown. “What did she say?”

“She… thanked me. She says it is nice inside me.” He smiles and you join him. “She says she is at peace, but that she will serve me when needed.”

“Good.”

Awkward silence passes between you. “You didn’t take anything from the temple?”

You shake your head. “Never want to go in there again.”

Namjoon chews his lip. “You don’t steal anything at all, do you?” Slowly you shake your head. “Tell me the truth- what are you doing for the Illuminati? Why did you want that coin- don’t look surprised, of course you wanted the coin.”

“I wanted it to replicate it and give the fake to the Illuminati. It’s… mostly what I do. I help pass them off as real so that no one can have the real objects. I have a contact in Cairo I trust very strongly that would have taken care of it.”

“You… return things to their rightful place.”

You laugh. “Yeah.”

“Why let me believe otherwise?”

“Because I never intended on letting you take it. So it was easier for you to think that of me when I betrayed you. You already had the idea that I was-“

“I was wrong.” Namjoon reaches for your hand, turning it over in his. He sees dried blood and he doesn’t know if it’s his or yours. “I like the idea of you being terrible because you surprised- you were charming in your weird way and smart and… nice.”

“Still think so now that I’m a giant scary Anubis host?”

His smile is genuine. His caresses your palm with his fingers and it’s sending tingles up your arm. You sway lightly, liking the way that it feels. “I like you even more, I think.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah. You saved my life.”

“You saved mine back.”

“Shut up,” Namjoon mumbles, gripping your hand in his and pulling you toward him. “Take the compliment like the arrogant, brilliant person I know you are.”

Namjoon crashes his lips into yours and you’ve never been happier. You pull him toward you, forgetting your new strength. He topples over you but you don’t care. You smell the lemon on him as he molds his mouth to yours, tongue swiping the seam of your lips.

You grant him entrance and he hums into the kiss as your hands trail up his chest and around his shoulders, wrapping in the collar of his shirt. Everything is consumed by the kiss, his mouth hot and perfect and him.

You moan against him and he echoes it, pulling away from your lips to pepper your face with kisses. “Finally you shut up,” he mumbles as he presses kisses on your jaw. He leans down to your ear, nipping. “Can I shut you up even more?”

“Probably,” you mumble, chest heaving.

He chuckles. “Let’s see.”

Namjoon moves his mouth to your neck. He begins mouthing at the column of your neck, biting softly into the flesh. He pulls your skin between his teeth, sucking on the surface. Continuing his way down, he pulls at your shirt “Off.”

You lift up so that he peels your shirt off, tossing as he works on your pants, fingers dancing. You pull at his shirt and he rips it off, revealing a toned chest and thick arms. “Oh my god, you’ve been hiding your body under there? Fuck, professor.”

Namjoon groans. “You’re gorgeous,” he mumbles as he strips you of your bra and underwear. Cold air hits your chest and you shiver. Namjoon’s heated gaze takes in the newly exposed flesh, a deep sound in his throat as his lips find your skin. “A pain in the ass, but fucking beautiful.

You crest into him, back coming off the cot as his teeth find a nipple, pulling it playfully before his tongue wrapped around it, pulling it into his hot mouth. You can’t stop the loud whine that leaves your mouth, surprising yourself with the volume. Namjoon’s hooded eyes flick up to yours, pausing his movements before swirling his tongue around the bud again, eliciting the same response. 

Namjoon’s laugh was guttural. “Fuck baby, if you sound like that when my tongue is here… I wonder.”

You don’t have time to consider the implications of his words. He licks a bold trail down the valley of your breasts to your navel, stopping to nip at the soft flesh of your stomach. He continues his descent, dropping to his knees between your thighs.

You’re shivering, thighs shutting slightly. He pries them open with his hands, pressing your thighs open firmly. You lifted herself on you elbows, looking down at Namjoon as he slowly kisses your thighs. You moan in tandem. You can feel yourself dripping for him, needing him to do something.

“Look how fucking soaked you are,” he mumbles. “That for me baby?”

“You’re very confident now, Professor.”

He grins. “Near death experiences have reminded me to take what I want.”

“So do it.”

Namjoon doesn’t hesitate. He leans forward in a swift motion, flattening his tongue and licking you from core to clit. Namjoon hums, delighted as he continues to lick your folds up and down lazily. He slithers his tongue to your clit, circling it before he attaches his mouth and sucks gently.

“Oh fuck Namjoon.”

            “Mm, say my name more,” Namjoon murmurs as he shuffles so that he’s holding you against his mouth. “I want to hear you. You taste so fucking, Y/N.”

You whimper, dropping your hand to the bed where you fist the sheets. Namjoon’s mouth is overwhelming, wanton sounds leaving your lips as you cuss and hiss his name.

A gasp stutters from your lips as Namjoon pushed a finger into your heat, the sensation sending you into white hot pleasure. Namjoon moans where his mouth works you, slowly sliding his finger in rhythm with his tongue. 

“Fuck,” he pants. "Gripping me like a vice. You’re fucking greedy. You’re so fucking hot, baby. Gonna cum on my finger and tongue?”

You nod. You have no idea where the demon between your legs has come from, but he’s making you hurdle toward an orgasm with blinding ferocity.

 “I’m gonna- fuck, Joon right there!”

“Cum for my baby,” he grows before fastening his mouth to you. 

Your orgasm hits you and you cum with a scream, seizing into him. Namjoon holds you down, licking you softly through it, eyes watching you hungrily the entire time you shake under him.

Namjoon detaches when you start to whimper from over stimulation, hovering over you, mouth slick with your cum. You don’t care, grabbing at him and smashing his mouth to yours. He tases like you and you him, biting his bottom lip.

“Look at you,” he whispers as he looks down at you. “All fucked out from just my tongue and fingers.” Your body is pliant underneath his hands, melting into the cot. “Gonna cum again on my cock?”

“Yes,” you gasp, pressing your chest against his. “Make me cum again, please.”

Namjoon is a work of art. You drop your eyes to his cock and nearly moan again. How does he not carry himself around like he has a huge cock? Because he does, dick proud, thick length looking delicious as you reach out to wrap your hands around his velvety shaft. 

Namjoon’s eyes flutter shut for a moment as your small hands work him, wrist moving expertly. Your mouth waters at the signs of precum on the head of his dick, luring you to lean forward and kitten lick the tip, the salty flavor heaven on your tongue. Namjoon bucks in surprise, a deep moan falling from his lips as you look up at him with innocent eyes.

“Fuck,” he mutters. He pulls your hands away from him and grabs you, throwing you further up on the cot. He looks like a predator, blown eyes looking at you like a man starving. He kisses you firmly. “I’ll let you suck my cock another time. I really want to be deep in you.”

The absolute filth that leaves his mouth turns you on.

Goosebumps skitter up your arms as you wrap your arms around Namjoon’s neck. He rubs the head of his dick against your slick, coating himself before he pushes in, stealing your breath away. He slides in slow and smooth stretching you to your maximum as he bottoms out. His breath fans your neck, face buried against you skin.

Namjoon pauses for a moment, his back rising and falling under your fingertips as he held himself there, fully sheathed inside you. “You feel fucking divine,” he whispers. “So fucking sweet and tight for me.”

“You feel so good,” you moan loudly as he begins to move his hips, pulling all the way out before slamming back in. “Namjoon.”

“Say it again,” he demands on a particularly hard thrust. He repeats the motion, hitting so deep that you gasp. “Say my name again.”

“Fuck it feels so good, Namjoon.”

Namjoon sets a steady, firm pace, fucking you into the cot hard- you’re worried it’ll break. You can feel his length drag deliciously along your walls. He doesn’t go gentle, pain laced on the edge of your bliss as your mouths met, tongues tangling as he bears down on you, hips shoving you into the cot. Your hips lift to meet his efforts, thighs straining with effort, weak from your previous orgasms. 

You’re passed the point of coherency. A string of nonsense falls from your lips. The pleasure crashes into you out of nowhere and you twitch forward, tightening your grip on Namjoon as you cum loudly, orgasm taking full control. You almost cry into his chest as he fucks you through your high.

“That’s it,” he murmurs, panting in your ear. Your hands press against his hot skin, sliding against the sweat. Namjoon catches your lips briefly as your orgasm subsides. “Such a sweet girl for me.”

Namjoon curses loudly, the force of your orgasm sending him over the edge. His thrusts became disorganized whimpering against your neck, pressing kisses against your salty skin between jerky twitches of pleasure. 

Namjoon is shaking. Holding himself above you is taking visible effort. You turn your face, pressing kisses on his forearms gently, hands ghosting over his sweaty skin. He was warm all over, muscles jumping under your feather light touch. With a sigh, he rolls over and falls next to you, grabbing you by the waist and pulling you to him.

“Honesty time?” he pants. You nod your head, turning to look at him. You brush his silver strands back fondly, smiling a bit. “I’ve wanted to do that since the moment I saw you in your sitting room.”

“Honesty time?”

He nods, pressing a kiss to your brow. “I’ve wanted to do that since I looked you up when you set the meeting.”

“Of course you did. I had to make sure you weren’t crazy, professor.”

“Says the mercenary.”

You smile. It’s not mean, this time. It’s not an accusation. His voice is teasing and deep and soft. The wind outside cools you. “Come work for me. Your dean is involved in the Illuminati and quite frankly, I don’t think he cares about your safety.”

He tucks his chin on your shoulder. You can feel his breath on your face. “I kind of figured something was going on there.”

“You’re too smart for them. Come work for me. Seriously – I help people. I do have to play a part, but it’s just that. A part.”

“You sure I won’t drive you crazy?”

You kiss him. “I think you discovered a way to shut me up.”

Namjoon hums, pressing the softest kiss to your lips. You smile into it, letting him lead the kiss. “Fine. My job as a professor was short lived, but there’s work to do.”

“Exactly. Oh, and one rule,” you add. “Don’t read dead languages.”

Namjoon’s laugh is as bright as the sun outside and you smile, watching him tilt his face up, face golden and beautiful. “Advice of the century.”

-

"Wait," Namjoon asks as he unpacks the last box in his office. "Would you have actually left me for the mummy that day?"

You smirk as you walk by him, kissing your boyfriend briefly. "No, but your reaction was priceless."

Castaways [KNJ Oneshot]

➳ summary: You’ve always hated the ocean. Open water terrifies you, and you stay as far away from it as possible for self-preservation and peace of mind. Despite this, your friend somehow convinces you to go on a luxury cruise with her, her boyfriend Hoseok, and Hoseok’s nerdy friend Namjoon, who’s almost cute enough to distract you from your debilitating fears. When a sudden storm hits, however, you and Namjoon are swept overboard and find yourselves castaway on a desert island somewhere in the vast South Pacific.

➳ pairing: Namjoon x reader

➳ genre: smut with plot, slow burn, fluff, a pinch of angst, and a happy ending

➳ word count: 25.5k (this is a completed oneshot)

➳ tags: so much teasing, non-completed foot job in public, sensual massages, cuddling for warmth, nursing ur loved one back to health, relying on each other, face-riding, oral (f receiving), multiple orgasms, overstimulation, breathplay, cumplay, biting, rough sex, sweet gentle loving sex, fucking in water, sex outside, a small hint of a daddy kink, so much dirty talk, like 6k of this is just dirty talk

[read on ao3]

➳ a/n: Though I do try to make this somewhat realistic, this isn’t at all meant to be some dark, gritty tale of survival. They’re super lucky in their circumstances and everything is fine. This is basically just two people fuckin’ a bunch on an island. Bon appétit.

Keep reading

kim namjoon fanfics that has a special place in my heart! (part 1)

A collection of the best (and most well-written) fanfics I've had the pleasure of reading. Thank you for brightening my days and touching me with your words !

prohibido by @personasintro (brother’s best friend!namjoon x reader) completed

new parent syndrome by @1kook (husband!namjoon x reader) completed

how was your day by @kooksbunnnn (idol!namjoon x reader) completed

sprout by @kingofbodyrolls (neighbor!namjoon x reader) au completed

friend or fuck by @joonsmagicshop (namjoon x reader) completed

stress relief finale by @joonsmagicshop (namjoon x reader) completed

a word from our sponsors by @ugh-yoongi (namjoon x reader) completed

oh, honey! by @yoongiofmine (namjoon x reader)

series completed

bookworms by @hoseoksluna (boyfriend!namjoon x reader) completed

subdued by @1kook (namjoon x reader) completed

time by @hoseoksluna (fiancé!namjoon x reader) completed

gang shit by @gimmethatagustd (dilf!namjoon x single parent! reader) completed

baby fever by @95rkives (bf!namjoon x reader) genre: established relationship completed

jealousy by @mikrokosmoslove (namjoon x reader) fwb! completed

MINGYU Run-up To The Leap

push it down (sooner or later it all comes out) - part two

summary: thirsting over your ex’s best friend in general is a bad idea. given that you and seungcheol have never gotten along, it’s even worse. when you accidentally stumble across his stream, though, and he finds out? all bets are off.

pairing: seungcheol x fem!reader

word count: ~5k (this part)

genre: smut (18+), enemies to lovers, camboy au

warnings/contains: camboy!cheol, cocky!cheol, explicit language, dirty talk, teasing/banter, masturbation (m. and f.), continued usage of petnames (affectionate or derogatory - you decide), mild angst (she's struggling but can you blame her?)

a/n: this is part of the svthub collab. please take a look at the masterlists for the collab and check out the awesome fics that have been posted and be sure to put yourself on the taglist for the excellent fics still to come! we’re coming up on the deadline so there are lots that’ll be popping up on a dash near you in the next few weeks

svthub masterlists: hyung line and maknae line and official taglist form for all of the fics still to come

general taglist: @trashlord-007 @goodforgyu, @junhui-recs

seventeen taglist: @confusedbansheee, @ahgastayzen, @kkakkameori, @bimb0beee @n6tluv

series masterlist

previous part

Tomorrow night at 8pm was now before you knew it. 

All day long at work, you had gone back and forth between talking yourself out of it and rationalizing to yourself why it was okay and, in fact, was a good thing because at least you weren’t some sketchy person and it was probably less pressure to perform for one person than have to attend to lots of them, making people with conflicting wants happy. Right? 

Right. 

At 7:59pm, stripped down to your panties and a camisole, you were sitting on your bed with the laptop in front of you, a maelstrom of emotions as you waited for him to start the stream. 8:00pm on the dot, a message popped up on your screen informing you that coups_d_éhot is now live and you watched as the screen changed from black to a live view of Seungcheol. Wearing a white button-up, the top two buttons of which were undone, exposing only a hint of skin at the collar, his posture conveyed a complete lack of the nerves that were currently lighting you up. 

You could do this. You could do this and he would never know it was you. 

“Hello there,” he said in that oh-so-familiar voice you still weren’t sure how you hadn’t placed right away the first time you saw him on camera. 

Hi, you typed in the chat, figuring that was as good a place to start as any. How was your day?

“Really good, actually! Busy but good. What about you, princess? Good day?” 

It wasn’t bad. Better than yesterday, definitely, but I spent way more time than I should have thinking about this. 

When he spoke, his tone was laced with amusement. “Thought about me all day, huh? And you tried to pretend you weren’t mine. I told you that you would be.” You could hear his smile, could envision it, cocky and usually so annoying, but right then, it sent a rush of heat through you. 

I thought about this all day. Because I’ve done the video sex thing with in the past with partners, but I have to admit that this is a new one for me. 

Whether I’m yours or not remains to be seen ;)

Seungcheol chuckled and leaned forward in his chair, resting his elbows on the desk in front of him, practically purring. “That sounds like a challenge. You might regret issuing it when you’re desperate to come and I won’t let you until you say the words out loud, but I accept.”

Well shit. 

You’d walked into that one. Engraved the man an invitation, even. You shivered, a frisson of anticipation working its way down your spine.

“And I’m honored to be able to introduce you to something new, although I am curious. You said today was better than yesterday…and yesterday is when you reached out to me. Did something happen yesterday to prompt this sudden urge for new experiences?” 

The question caught you off guard, not expecting the shift in topic and not used to hearing that soft caring from Seungcheol. Maybe you should have, though, considering the quasi-intimacy was what had drawn you to the camming site instead of just watching recorded porn to begin with, and you had witnessed his interactions with his audience before. Sexy, yes. Unfairly. But that alone wouldn’t have kept you coming back to watch S.Coups. 

His question forced you to remember the day before, to think about James and how you’d felt during and after the encounter. How your impulses overrode your common sense and led you to logging back on SVTHub to arrange this with the last person you should be doing it with. 

“You don’t have to tell me if you’re uncomfortable, sweetheart,” he added.

No, it’s okay! I just got stuck in my thoughts. I ran into my ex-boyfriend and the woman he cheated on me with yesterday. I haven’t really heard from or seen him in a couple of weeks - he called a lot the week after we broke up but I guess he got the message when I kept not answering or responding to his texts. 

Anyway, I’m sure that’s probably not what you were hoping to hear lol. I thought about tinder but figured at least with you, I knew there would be orgasms involved!

Before you had too much of a chance to second-guess your textual TMI with a dude who thought you were a stranger, he was talking. 

“Your ex-boyfriend is a dick.” Seungcheol had sat back at some point while you were typing and just enough of him was in the frame for you to see the tightness in his jaw as he unknowingly called his best friend a dick. Even knowing he didn’t know who he was talking about or to, it felt nice to hear the words from him, of all people. “I’m sorry that happened, but you made the right call picking me over tinder. 100% of the time, I’m the right choice.”

You laughed, a lightness bubbling up in your chest. So arrogant, but that had been your thought process as well, so you couldn’t exactly fault him for it. 

100% of the time? I’m sure there has to be at least a few guys on there who know their way around a woman’s body.

“Nah, I stand by what I said. I’m always the right choice. Tell you what, peach,” he said while his fingers moved to the buttons on his shirt, slowly opening one, then another, working his way down while he went on. “We’re gonna start with one orgasm and keep them coming until you tap out – how does that sound?” 

It sounded like you weren’t going to be able to look him in the eyes for the rest of forever, but you couldn’t – wouldn’t – tell him that. Your breath caught in your throat as you watched his hands part the fabric of his shirt to reveal a wide band of skin along the length of his torso. A torso you had so recently seen in the flesh, close enough to touch, but never would. You pressed your thighs together, dragging your gaze from his belly button, from his chest, from that fucking tattoo that was the reason you even knew who he was, to the text box in the chat.

It sounds like you’re a pretty ambitious guy, S.Coups. You think you can get me to admit to being yours AND have more than one orgasm? We’ve only got an hour here.

“Oh, princess,” he said with a soft huff of laughter. “Half an hour would be more than enough time to get you to do any number of things for me. If you’d like to keep pushing it, I’m happy to demonstrate. Shall I make you beg, too, or are you gonna behave?” His voice had deepened, the low timbre feeling like a caress along your nerves, carrying warmth to gather in your abdomen. 

His words. Now, those had your cunt clenching around nothing and a flush blooming across your cheeks, spreading until you felt it covering your chest. A truly shockingly large part of you wanted very much to keep pushing, to see how far you could. The same part of you that had been fighting against him and giving back just as much attitude as you had received from him since you’d given up trying to win him over. 

The last vestiges of rational thought in you, though, made a compelling case for why allowing him to make you beg him to come or follow through on whatever else was underlying his words (on the off, very small – miniscule, really –  chance you succumbed because you totally wouldn’t because you were strong and stubborn and like hell would you let Seungcheol make you beg him for anything) was an even worse idea than letting him talk you through an orgasm and playing a part in his own. 

I’ll be good tonight. 

But only because I’m nice and this is your first time with me!

Me, specifically, I mean. Alone. So I’m sure you have a quota to meet or something. I wouldn’t want you to not meet it and feel bad.

“That’s you being good?” 

Yes? 

He chuckled and you saw the movement of his chin as he shook his head, then dropped it down. You could have sworn you heard him mutter, “Such a fucking brat,” but when he lifted his chin back up, he spoke clearly, so it was entirely possible you had misheard. “You and I have very different definitions of what behaving means, beautiful.”

You chose to ignore the little flutter in your belly at the petname. He didn’t know you from the next woman on the street, so he wasn’t calling you beautiful, you reminded yourself. And anyway. 

Oops. 

O:) 

“Cute. All right. Since you had a rough day yesterday and because I am nice, I’m gonna let that one go and go easy on you tonight. Act up again and I make no promises, hm?” 

The temptation to be a smartass and reply with, Yes, sir! was real. It was…fun engaging with him like this. The back and forth felt playful rather than charged and laced with months of animosity. This was a Seungcheol you would like to know. It was just too bad you couldn’t.

Okay, okay. I’ll be good for real. And thank you. For just being here. Like this. 

Seungcheol brought a hand up to his neck and rubbed at the skin there, turning his head to the side before centering it to the camera again and clearing his throat, lifting his chin. “Ah, you don’t have to thank me for that. Or…if you really want to, you can let me make you feel good. I do have that quota to meet, after all.” 

Luckily, he couldn’t hear the noise you made – somewhere between a laugh, a snort, and a gasp. It didn’t help that that your mental process had quickly moved from, ‘fuck, he’s adorable?’ to ‘yeah, actually, I would really like him to make me feel good,’ to ‘fuck him for being funny right now,’ as he spoke.

Sir, yes, sir! 

Did that count as acting up? You cursed your fingers and their tendency to just go along with whatever smartass thought popped into your brain, quickly typing more.

I mean, I’m not going to say no to that?

“Mhm,” he hummed and you didn’t need to see his face to picture the upward quirk at the corner of his mouth. “That’s what I thought. What you’re going to do is get nice and comfortable for me, so all you have to do from here on out is watch me, listen to me, and touch yourself the way I tell you to – the way I would.”

Staring at him through the screen, your eyes were glued to his fingers pushing his shirt off of his shoulders, the way the fabric fell to the floor, and every inch of familiar skin it had been hiding, now revealed for your enjoyment and – reluctant – appreciation. Your own skin felt suddenly too sensitive against the fabric of your top, breaking out in goosebumps. A rush of heat moved through you as his words went round and round in your head, painting a picture of his hands on your body, fingers brushing over your skin, digging into your hips to hold you in place, buried deep inside your cunt.

You might actually be embarrassed by the way your body responded to his words – to him – if you weren’t already used to it and if you didn’t know he would never know just how much he affected you. 

Uh, you needed to respond to him, didn’t you? 

Yeah. I will, yeah. 

Saying that, you settled deeper against the pillows behind your back and stretched your legs out in front of you on the bed, laptop coming to rest on your thighs. On impulse, you dragged your camisole over your head and tossed it toward the end of the bed. It wasn’t as though you weren’t going to end up naked, anyway. You shivered at the air in the room, chilled, the soft breeze from the fan making your already pebbling nipples harder. 

Okay, I’m comfortable

His voice, when he spoke again, was warm and amused. “I’m glad, but there’s one more thing I need you to do for me. Do you think you can do it?”

I know I can, you typed out, then cursed as you had to catch the laptop that started to slide off your legs when you shifted your position slightly. Frowning at it, you set it on the mattress beside your hip instead. Maybe you should have thought of the logistics of this before now because it was a lot easier when other people were typing.

“Good girl,” he crooned. “Do you see that microphone icon on your screen? Go ahead and click that.” 

You stared at the icon in horror. What?! No. Absolutely not. If he heard your voice, the odds of being found out went up astronomically. Adrenaline flooded your veins and you sat there, frozen, brain working at a thousand miles a minute to figure out a way out of this. 

“Still my shy girl, huh? It’s just you and me, princess. You don’t have to use the microphone, but I promise you’ll enjoy this a lot more if your hands aren’t on your keyboard.” 

Fuck. You would but you couldn’t take that risk. Could you? 

“Hold on, this might also make you more comfortable.” His hands moved in front of him, doing something on his desk, then the camera on his end zoomed out and, for the first time since you’d logged on to SVTHub and watched him, his face was visible. Seungcheol looked into the camera and you could see the challenge in the upward arch of an eyebrow and the turn of his lips. 

Oh. Shit.

He – Damn him and your own inability to resist a gauntlet thrown down when he was involved. Your fingers slid across the trackpad and clicked the icon before you could talk yourself out of it. 

“Seu– S.Coups,” you started, remembering to use the nickname and correcting yourself. “Do you normally show your face in these private streams? Because I get that your privacy is important and you don’t have to – I can keep my mic on, either way. You were right that it’s better like this.”

“There she is,” he said in a low purr that you felt in your core. Your breath hitched and you held it, knowing he heard that this time. If nothing else, that self-satisfied smile you had seen so many times forming on his face gave it away. “Are you worried about my anonymity or are you wondering if you should be jealous that others have seen my face on here?”

There was knowing it was him on the other side of the screen and there was seeing it. Seeing the face you’d glared at hundreds of times. Seeing the heat flash in his eyes and the way he caught his bottom lip between his teeth. God, he was still Seungcheol and still the bane of your existence, even if he was flirting and trying to entice rather than piss you off.

“Should I be?” 

“Worried? Nah, I know what I’m doing. Jealous? You tell me. Does it bother you thinking about me doing this with other women?” 

Fuck him and the lazy way he leaned back in his chair, the way one of his hands moved to palm himself through his pants, drawing your attention to what you knew was hidden beneath the fabric and that you shouldn’t want to see. Definitely should not want to touch. 

“I don’t think I’m allowed to be bothered by that, am I? It’s your job, so of course–”

“Ah ah ah,” he interrupted you, tutting. “That wasn’t the question. Do you want to be the only one I let see me like this? Whom I let close enough to do so?”

You honestly weren’t sure what to make of the fact that it did bother you. What did you care who he showed his face to? You’d been one of the many watching his streams, so it wasn’t like you didn’t know you weren’t special. And also it was goddamn Seungcheol. You had no claim on him – you couldn’t have a claim on him.

You didn’t want to have a claim on him.

“A little,” you finally admitted. “I don’t like sharing,” you added on a soft laugh. “Obviously. Not that I don’t realize that’s not what this is. I’m not a crazy person, I promise!” 

His expression shifted before your eyes and you watched as the playfulness melted into seriousness. The same shift you’d seen in him that night in the club when you’d let the comment about James’ cheating slip. “I said it before and I’ll say it again: your ex is a dick. Didn’t know he had something precious. Didn’t know how to be what you needed, did he?”

His words were a balm they really shouldn’t be, considering he wouldn’t be saying them if he knew who he was talking about, but they soothed you nonetheless. Soothed you and made you feel vulnerable in a way you did not want to be around Seungcheol. You drew in a deep breath and forced your brain away from that and back to half-naked hot guy focus.

“What do I need, S.Coups? You think you know how to be that?”

And just like that, his gaze turned molten, focused on the camera as if he could see you through the screen. So much so that you had to quickly check that you didn’t somehow inadvertently turn on video as well as audio, which thank God, you hadn’t. 

“Oh, princess. I think we both know that what you need is me.” His tongue darted out to wet his lips and your own mirrored the action as your mouth went dry. “You wouldn’t be here with me right now otherwise.”

“I – That’s why I’m here, y-yeah.” Was that your voice? All breathless and doing nothing to hide how much he affected you? To contradict him? 

“Mm, that’s right. And I’m gonna give you what you need,” he said and you bit back a whimper, only able to catch some of the needy noise. His eyes drifted shut and you heard him hiss as the hand in his lap squeezed. “What you’ve been wanting, all alone over there. Just watching me wasn’t enough. You wanted all of my attention on you, and to know that when I’m coming, it’s for you and because of you. Wanted me to be touching myself like this,” to punctuate his words, he curled his fingers around his cock, stroking once along the length of it, the shape of which you could see pressing hard up against his pants and tenting the fabric. “Thinking about being inside you instead. Wishing I was fucking it into you instead of fucking into my fist. That’s what you want, isn’t it?”

You nodded before remembering that he couldn’t see that and whining – whining! Fuck your life – as you squirmed restlessly on the bed, rubbing your thighs together as your hands came to rest on either one. Instinct compelled you to slide your fingers between your legs, to press against the soaked material of your panties and give yourself some semblance of relief, but you knew better by now. He would tell you when and if you touched yourself before he told you to, he would drag it out even longer before he let you come.

“You know it is.” 

His soft moan seemed to echo in your ears and when he opened his eyes again, they were hungry. “I do know but I want to hear you say it, princess. How badly do you want it?”

“God,” you groaned, fingertips digging into the tops of your thighs to keep them there. “Badly enough to be doing this when I know it’s a terrible idea and the last thing I should be doing. This is seriously the dumbest decision I’ve ever made, but I’m here.”

“I’m gonna have to disagree with you there,” he said with a shake of his head and as cocky a smile as you’d ever seen on his face. “I think this is the best decision you’ve ever made, but if you think that and you’re still with me…I know how badly you needed this. Are you touching yourself right now?” 

You scoffed because you couldn’t not. Of course he disagreed. He had no idea just how stupid you were being. “No, I’m being good like I said I would be. My hands are on my thighs,” you said.

“You’re being very good.” The pleased sound he let out then should not have made you feel proud, nor should his praise, and yet. “Are you wet for me?”

“Yes. I’m – yes.”

“Fuck, I bet you are.” You heard him curse and watched the sharp rise of his chest, growing wetter at the sight of his hands on the button of his pants, making quick work of undoing the button and lowering his zipper. “My needy princess, your poor panties are just soaked through, aren’t they?” His hand slipped beneath the waistband of his underwear and it was your turn to curse, jealous of his hand, angry at the thin fabric concealing his movements from you, concealing him from you. 

Your whimper was likely answer enough. “You can touch yourself now, peach. Wherever you’d like, except you’re going to take one of those hands and slide those little fingers of yours over that pretty pussy and tell me how it feels.” 

A deep, shaky sigh of relief passed through your lips at the permission. One of your hands traced soft patterns up your torso to tease at and your breasts before focusing on your nipples, soft brushes of fingertips against the pebbled flesh followed by flicks and squeezes, then back to teasing grazes. As instructed, you let your other hand slip down the inside of your thigh, then up to press against thin, absolutely rendered useless and sticky and embarrassingly wet considering the only stimulation you’d received was his words, fabric. You let out a soft gasp at the first touch of your fingertips to your clit, another as you let your fingers slide down to press into the material covering your entrance, feeling another wave of need roll through you and the way your body instinctively tightened in response. 

“It feels like it’s,” you said on a whine, “it’s not enough. Feels good, but I need more.”

“Of course you do,” he crooned. “Need it to be my hands on you,” Seungcheol gave the camera – gave you – a tongue-touched smile as he took his dick out, slowly stroking the length and swiping his thumb across the tip, capturing the liquid gathered there. Smile turning sly at the needy whimper you couldn’t quite bite back. “Need my cock, but you can’t have that yet, princess. Gonna have to touch yourself and fuck yourself for me.”

Taking that as direction - permission? instruction? - you slid your hand into your panties and let your fingers slip through your slick folds to rub against your clit. Matching your speed to the slow pumps of his fist up, down, up, down, your fingertips circling, knowing this pace was just a tease and it was only tying you further into knots. “Se-S.Coups, God.”

His chuckle was a little rough, at least, and the way his hips bucked up into his hand, the way his brows drew together as he spoke, was quite possibly the sexiest thing you had ever seen. “Sound so fucking hot. You rubbing that needy clit of yours or are you fucking your fingers? Watching me stroking my cock, knowing you’re the one who got me hard, that all of this is for you.”

Fuck. You were going to die. And never, ever be able to look him in the eyes again. 

“R-Rubbing,” you managed to choke out, so, so glad he couldn’t see the way your body arched on the bed, the flush in your cheeks spread across every inch of you, or the mess you were making on the comforter beneath you. 

“Yeah?”

“M-Mhm.”

“So cute when you get shy on me, princess.”

“S-Shut up,” you argued out of instinct, words coming out too breathless to have any actual force behind them. 

“I don’t think you want me to shut up, though. I think you like it when I talk to you, when I tell you what to do and what you do to me.” The hand on his dick started moving faster and you could see the tension in the muscles of his forearms with every motion, hear the way his voice had dropped an octave, and your eyes flew to his face. Unable to look away while you let your own hand speed up and felt the way your desire ratcheted up, the twisted tension in your center started to fray. 

You think you made a noise to convey your disagreement, but given that you were also letting out little gasps and whimpers and – thank god – his camboy name every two seconds, he probably didn’t believe you any more than you did. 

In fact, the groaned, “Yeah, s’what I thought,” indicated he absolutely did not believe you. “I like doing it, too. Like how you’re so into it that you can’t even form sentences, can you?” 

“I – I can!”

His smile then was wolfish. “Really? Good because if you wanna come – and I know you’re getting close, peach, I can hear each and every one of those sounds you’re making for me – you know what you’ve gotta do.” 

How the hell was he still forming sentences like that? That’s what you wanted to know, but then you didn’t because this was his job so of course he could and wait, he wanted you to say– 

You whimpered. 

It wouldn’t take much at all for you to go over the edge, held together by a thread that was nearly frayed through. That it was Seungcheol you were watching, hearing, in complete control of this situation should have made it impossible for you to come, but somehow it made it better because it was him and you would maybe not unpack that later. 

“Please?”

“Beg so prettily, and I didn’t even have to ask, but that’s not what I’m waiting for. Whose are you? Just say the words and I’ll let you come.”

You might not be able to look him in the eyes when you saw him next, but you were definitely going to hit him. 

“Yours, okay. I’m yours,” you grit out. “Please, can I?” 

“Fuck,” he hissed and you watched his head press into the back of the chair behind him, saw his hand move to the base of his cock and stay there, squeezing. “That’s my girl. Yeah, princess. Did so good for me, you can come.”

So you did. 

Trying to keep your eyes open and on him as he heard his name – his “stage” name, anyway – fall from your lips in broken, breathless, gasped refrain while you came apart for him, body shaking with the force of the pleasure that swept through you. Sharp-edged bliss heightened by knowing he was listening to you, hearing the tension in his voice while he offered praises, “there you go,” “sound so damned sexy,” and, “I know it feels good.” By seeing the clench in his jaw and the sharp rise and fall of his chest, how it looked as though he had to fight the urge to thrust his hips if the death grip he had on the armrest and his cock were anything to go by. 

As you came down and tried to catch your breath, he crooned, “That’s one. You ready for another or are you gonna tap out on me already?”

You squeezed your eyes shut then and let out a breathy laugh. As if. 

-------------------------------------------

What you were not going to do, you told yourself as you lied in bed later that night – after the stream was over, showering and changing had been done, and it was just you tucked under the covers in the dark – was think too much about the whole thing. Or the implications of how much you’d enjoyed the experience not even in spite of your partner in debauchery being Seungcheol, but because your partner in said sin had been him. You absolutely could not, under any circumstances, actually, actively thirst after your ex-boyfriend’s best friend. You for damned sure weren’t allowed to like the man. And anyway, a lot of what you liked about him was probably just him leaning into the persona he’d created for himself. 

What you were going to do was chalk how into it you had been up to the inherent draw of doing something you knew you shouldn’t and wanting something that was bad for you. That was just human nature, wasn’t it? The lure of the forbidden. Everyone struggled with that. 

Everyone did, goddamn it. 

Cursing silently to yourself because you were doing the exact thing you had resolved not to do – namely, overthinking things – you gave yourself a mental shake, turned on your favorite “relaxing sleep music” playlist, and resettled into your pillow. 

This was fine. Everything was fine. 

You were just going to have to avoid Seungcheol until you were able to think about him without your brain immediately going to his soft, raspy voice in your ear telling you how good “I just know you’d feel around my cock,” and moaning “fuck, princess,” as he came, or the way he looked all fucked out post-orgasm, with his come covering his abdomen and that sated, soft, sleepy look in his eyes as he ended the stream and told you he’d see you later. Jesus, you were so screwed. 

Your curse this time was not silent, instead it was screamed into your pillow, in which you had buried your face. Fuck, okay, no. Just stick to the plan. Avoid him, delete your account on SVTHub, and pretend none of this ever happened. Totally doable. 

Suffice it to say, your sleep that night was restless.

next part