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- SIMON 'GHOST' RILEY FIC RECS -
a lot of dad!simon fics here. i am not sorry. i want to bear this man's child(ren) | note: this is COD so there are some trigger warnings like: blood, guns, injuries, military stuff, death so please beware of them. there also also 18+ content so minors DNI. don't forget to read the authors' warnings | more will be added!
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SERIES - MULTI-CHAPTERS
haunted | part 2 • simon 'ghost' riley x reader
↳ by @babygirl-riley (heavy angst, tw: depression, drugs, addiction suicide, toxic relationship, please read the warnings!)
too old for you | part 2 • simon 'ghost' riley x medic!fem!reader
↳ by @lunarw0rks (smut, hurt/comfort, age-gap)
soft spot • simon 'ghost' riley x fem!reader
↳ by @cordeliawhohung
the red means, i love you • simon 'ghost' riley x fem!reader x john 'soap' mactavish
↳ by @thewriterg
smashing pumpkins • simon 'ghost' riley x civilian!fem!reader
↳ by @qwimchii
last kiss | part 2 • simon 'ghost' riley x fem!reader
↳ by @milf-murdock (angst, unestablished relationship, smut, fluff)
secret lovers | part 2 • husband!simon 'ghost' riley x wife!reader
↳ by @savemefromanepicoftimewasted
my baby swingin' • biker!simon 'ghost' riley x fem!reader
↳ by @tojisun (very sexy biker!simon, smut, fluff)
happiness • simon 'ghost' riley x wife!fem!reader
↳ by @lethalchiralium (i feel so fuzzy when i read this series, fluff, sometimes angst, some tw be aware)
i'm with you | keep you close • simon 'ghost' riley x fem!reader
↳ by @undercoverpena (angst, feelings, explicit)
being yelled at by ghost | part 2 • simon 'ghost' riley x fem!reader
↳ by @hxltic (angst! simon is an asshole)
northern attitude | part 2 • simon 'ghost' riley x reader
↳ by @bubbles-for-all-of-us (enemies to lovers, hurt/comfort, angst)
lights on • simon 'ghost' riley x fem!reader
↳ by @peachesofteal (single mom!reader, fluff, slight angst, protective!simon)
one night stand | part 2 | part 3 • simon 'ghost' riley x reader
↳ by @cmncisspnandmore
ONE-SHOTS - BLURBS - HC'S
break in, break down • simon 'ghost' riley x reader
↳ by @hyperactively-me (home invasion, comfort, fluff)
his girls • simon 'ghost' riley x reader
↳ by @babygirl-riley (so so so fluffy, dad!simon)
one fucking mistake • simon 'ghost' riley x fem!reader
↳ by @codfanficedits (very angsty, hurt but no comfort for a whilez grieving, tw:depression)
book boyfriend • simon 'ghost' riley x reader
↳ by @stargirlrchive (fluff)
lime-sized • simon 'ghost' riley x fem!reader
↳ by @imperihoe-writes (pregnant!reader, very fluffy)
bloodied bullets, soft confessions • simon 'ghost' riley x gn!reader
↳ by @ghosts-cyphera (a little mean!simon, hurt/comfort, injuries, fluffy end)
monster • neighbor!simon 'ghost' riley x afab!reader
↳ by @rowarn (smut, protective!simon, zombie au)
unmasked love • simon 'ghost' riley x afab!reader
↳ by @springtyme (so so so cute! dad!simon)
adoration • simon 'ghost' riley x reader
↳ by @yawnderu (dad!simon, fluff)
simon 'ghost' riley x sensitive!gn!reader
↳ by @cherryredstars (fluff and nswf content)
this chapter is over • simon 'ghost' riley x fem!reader
↳ by @colonelarr0w (character death, angst, injuries, some fluff)
simon says • simon 'ghost' riley x reader
↳ by @unreliablesnake (smut)
salt in an old wound • simon 'ghost' riley x fem!oc!reader
↳ by @ghouljams (hurt/comfort, explicit content, fae au)
blood on my shirt, rose in my hand • simon 'ghost' riley x reader
↳ by @alwaysshallow (friends to lovers, the continuation is on ao3!)
antique soldiers • simon 'ghost' riley x reader
↳ by @mangowafflesss
why? • simon 'ghost' riley x fem!reader
↳ by @riverbutghost (asshole!simon, injuries, slightly explicit at the end)
cold but warm • simon 'ghost' riley x fem!reader
↳ by @riverbutghost (asshole!simon, injuries, angst, hurt/comfort, fluff)
pretty pink flowers and bloody cherry blossom tree • simon 'ghost' riley x reader
↳ by @underscorewriting (really really angsty, ugly cried)
for the last time • simon 'ghost' riley x fem!reader
↳ by @wttcsms (pregnant!reader, mentions of death, angst but fluff)
welcome home • simon 'ghost' riley x reader
↳ by @nastybuckybarnes (home invasion, arguing, fluff)
medical leave • simon 'ghost' riley x gn!reader
↳ by @kib-ble (mentions of injuries, hurt/comfort, fluff)
no more stars left to count • simon 'ghost' riley x fem!reader
↳ by @lvlyghost (angst, hurt/comfort)
protective • simon 'ghost' riley x reader
↳ by @ponyosmom35 (medic!reader, protective!simon, tw: sexual harassement)
return • simon 'ghost' riley x fem!reader
↳ by @bruhrobs (fluff, colleagues to lovers, single mom!reader)
#simon ghost riley#call of duty#simon ghost riley x reader#simon riley x reader#simon riley x you#simon ghost x reader#simon riley#simon ghost x you#simon ghost riley x you#simon ghost riley x fem!reader#simon ghost riley x gn!reader#simon riley x y/n#simon riley x oc#simon riley x female reader#ghost x reader#simon ghost riley x reader angst#simon ghost riley x reader fluff#simon ghost riley x reader smut#call of duty mw2#fic recommendation#fic rec
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pt 3 smut for yandere mafia yoongi please!
consumed by you:
pairing: yandere! yoongi x f. reader
genres: fluff || smut || non-idol au || mafia au || yandere au || established relationship
summary: yoongi is finally home and you have a special way of showing him how much you missed him
word count: i wrote on tumblr for once so idk 🕺
tags/ warnings: fluff, pwp, smut in the forms of; hand job, fingering, oral (very brief: m. receiving), titty sucking, unprotected sex (don’t be stupid, this is fiction), creampie, cum play,
notes: im somewhat getting back into writing, so finally here’s the third installment of the yandere yoongi drabbles!! it’s months late but it’s my page so what are you gonna do about it ‼️
this can be read as a stand-alone!!
other drabbles for this series: how time has changed you || it’s all in your head
─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: .☽ . :☆ﾟ. ───
a week.
it had been a whole week, seven wretched days, and 168 full hours since yoongi had seen you. and even then, when he’d gotten home, and taken a slow peek into your room, you’d been asleep. ever so soft, curled up beneath an array of blankets, edges of your bed bordered off with pillows and plushies and all the soft things you loved.
soft things that built up a wall to protect you from all the bad that awoke when the sun would set, and laze in the darkness.
and maybe that’s why yoongi chooses to close your bedroom door, and decides that he’ll let you sleep in your own bed tonight. because some days he thinks you forget that he’s worse than the monsters you fear sleep under your bed, or the beady eyes that peek through the cracks in the closet.
he’s sluggish as he showers, lethargic, irritated, and ready to sleep for most of the morning before he wakes and smothers you with a weeks worth of love.
it’s when he’s sat up in bed, there’s a light knock at his door. heart rate skipping at the flitting sound.
“come in” he calls out, running a hand over his face.
his gaze falls onto you, head peeking into his room; hair mused and eyes heavy with lingering sleep. but even then, yoongi thinks he sees a halo surrounding you, a warm little glow like a precious little angel toeing past the lines of sin.
“yoonie?” you slip past his door, pushing it shut with the tips of your fingers.
“hmm?” he hums, beckoning you closer with a cock of his head.
the velvet blanket you have tucked under your arm drags across the carpet as you slink closer.
you barely make a fuss when his fingers wrap around you wrist, tugging you down until you’re laid belly down over his lap; legs hung over the edge of the bed.
his hands trail up the expanse of your back, gentle motion tugging your night dress further up your thighs. an unintentional tease that has him changing his motions.
the tips of his fingers explore further down your body, skimming over the backs of your thighs, easing over the swell of your cheeks.
you wriggle, soft whine barely making its way past your lips when his hands drag up the hem of your dress over the curve of your ass.
something feral— something raw claws it’s way through his chest when he sees you’re not wearing any panties.
“don’t tease” you turn your head, cheek resting against the sheets as you try and catch a glimpse of your boyfriend. the scar across his face illuminated by the light of the lamp.
he’d always been so pretty. so pretty and rough, and soft and rigid. a living contraction it had your mind spinning, spiraling so fast really all you could think of was him.
yoongi hums when your fingers dip below the sheets, tracing the waistband of his underwear. nails tickling the bare skin of his stomach before dipping that slight bit lower.
“now you’re the one teasing” he inches his fingers closer to your pussy, thumb parting your folds. already so wet and slick, awfully amusing considering he’d barely had his way with you yet.
“sorry” you murmur, eyes flitting across his face as you dip past his underwear. tips of your fingers nudging against the base of his cock.
you trail up his length before pulling the sheets down and then his underwear, hard cock slapping wet against his stomach.
yoongi’s head tips back, uncoordinated as his thumb dips ever so slightly into your cunt; your thighs twitching at the unexpected intrusion.
you spit onto the palm of your hand, eyes meeting yoongi’s as you wrap your fingers back around his shaft.
“good girl” a smile pulls onto his lips, reward coming as two fingers slipping into your pussy, curling over your sweet-spot.
you squeeze his length, hips rutting back into his fingers.
“hold on” you bat his hand away from your cunt, sliding off his lap onto your knees on the floor.
yoongi cocks his head to the side, “you don’t know what you do to me, when you get on your knees like that, my love”
you wet your bottom lip, a smile toying at the corners of your lips. balancing your elbow on the edge of the bed, your free hand takes hold of yoongi’s hard cock.
he simply watches you, watches as you trace the tip of cock over your bottom lip. how your gentle tongue slips past the petals of your mouth, swallowing down his precum and then letting your saliva dribble down his length.
his hand covers yours at the base of his length, tapping the tip against your bottom lip.
your jaw falls open, blinking up at yoongi through your lashes. his free hand tangles into your hair, pulling you down to feed his cock into your awaiting mouth.
your fingers dig into the meat of his thigh, eyes falling shut as you sink further down his length.
he pulls you up, tip resting on your tongue. barely having to guide you as you take him back into your mouth.
your lips close around his cock, sharp intake of air filling your lungs through your nose as his cock-head pushes into the back of your throat. squeezing it’s way into your windpipe.
you hum, thighs squeezing together, clit throbbing with an incessant want as you drool over yoongi’s cock. the mere act of being stuffed so full of him sending you reeling.
he groans, a little mean as he tries to get the last few inches into your mouth, your throat swallowing as you try and take him further.
you pull off with a dry heave. “s’ too much” you whine, kissing over his slit.
“yeah?” he murmurs, pushing your hair from your forehead, “all your holes are too small for my cock, huh?”
you shake your head, “not true” you suckle at his tip.
“no?” he mocks, tone that tinge of condescending that he knows burns under your skin perfectly.
you were a shameless little thing after all. and he watches as your thighs clench, your needy little fingers twitching to sink into your wet pussy and thrum at your clit until your thighs are shaking and nothing but incoherent words slip off your tongue.
you pull off his cock, tongue licking up the precum that clings to your bottom lip.
you shake your head to his earlier question.
“come here” he tugs you up onto the bed, impatient fingers pulling your night dress over your head.
he palms your tits, thumbs running over your pert nipples as you line him up with your cunt.
you drag his cockhead through your folds, hips twitching when it nudges against your clit; unabashed moan vibrating from your chest at the flash of pleasure that flits up your spine.
“no teasing, love” he wraps his lips around your nipple, tongue flicking over soft skin as you nudge his tip over your eager entrance.
your thighs quiver as you sink down yoongi’s cock, tip of his cock splitting you open deliciously.
yoongi’s hands fall to your hips, lips still kissing over your chest, nipping over tender skin; blossoms of red staining your skin with the rawest form of his love— feral art over your pretty skin.
your hands fall to his shoulders, hips rutting forward, messy and uncoordinated as you chase your own pleasure. always a little greedy and pleasure drunk, though yoongi never minded. not when you looked like the epitome of sin, beautifully depraved and eager to please yourself.
weak little moans slip past your lips in quick succession with each jab of his cock over your sweet spot.
“yoon” you whine, nails digging into his skin. dragging down the length of his arms.
his kisses trail up your neck, tongue licking at sweaty skin. traveling upwards to your cheeks, then to your lips.
you let him lick into your mouth, let him consume every little moan and gasp and whine and cry for more more more. a slick mixture of yours and his saliva coating your lips and chin shiny.
you bounce in his lap, thighs starting to burn.
“s’ too much” you murmur against his lips, tongue lax and brain barely there as his fingers find their way to your ass; digging into your flesh.
your hands trail down your stomach, two fingers flicking over your clit as yoongi thrusts up into you. a lewd harmony of both your moans mixing thick in the air.
“i’m close” you pant, stomach clenching as you near your peak. yoongi crashing close behind you.
“me too. be a good girl a play with yourself”
a thick sheen of your arousal coats the length of his cock, thick ring of white clinging to the base with each wet slap of his balls against your ass.
your fingers lose their rhythm over your clit, messy as you climb higher and higher until something inside of you snaps and you’re tumbling so fast; little hiccups of moans catching in your chest as you ride out your high.
you feel yoongi’s cock twitch between your walls, his hands sliding back to grab onto the meat of your hips as he holds you down. cock fully tucked between your walls.
you feel his cum flood your insides, thick ropes of it coating your pussy with his heady release.
“so good” his head tips back, knocking against the headboard, “did so good for me” his hips roll upwards, your cunt milking him. final spurts of his cum stuffed into your wet pussy.
your thighs shake, hands finding purchase over your tender tits as your hips stutter forward.
yoongi groans, pleasure bordering overstimulation as you chase those fleeting sparks that make you feel ever so good.
“no more, darling” he laughs, soft cock slipping out of you.
you make a noise in the back of your throat, pitiful little pout tugging at your bottom lip as you look down at him from where you’re sat on your knees.
your pussy clenches, and you watch down the length of your body; unable to take your eyes away from your pussy. watching as a thick dribble of yoongi’s seed spills out of you, puddling over his stomach.
he closes his eyes, barely opening them to look at you as you scoop up his cum with your fingers. insatiable as you push his seed back past your walls.
he wets his lip at the slick sound of your cunt.
“how greedy” he laughs, breathy and gruff. another wave of arousal licking down your spine.
your fingers stay buried within your cunt, curling and unfurling.
“go on” he nods his head towards you, “put on a show for me. and then we’ll wash up”
a devious little smile pulls at your lips, a third finger joining the other two already stuffed inside your pussy. a newfound vigor unraveling in your chest.
“okay” you chirp, fingers slipping out of your pussy. already hell bent on grinding over his cock until your legs gave out and the pleasure made your brain nothing more than a puddle.
#bts fanfic#bts fluff#bts smut#yoongi fic#bts yoongi#yoongi fluff#yoongi imagine#yoongi x reader#yoongi fanfic#yoongi#bts non idol au#bts fic#bts imagines#bts x fem!reader#bts mafia au
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Hi, can I request a Steve Harrington x girlfriend reader where they get into a car wreck and Steve freaks out. At first the reader thinks it's about the car but it's really about them.
This request actually reminded me of a part of an old, unpublished series I wrote a few years ago a little after s3, so I revamped it for this. Also, I'm trying a new format for writing more shorter requests! Thank you lovely <3
warnings/extra tags: cursing, mentions of blood, car accident, st2 steve because meooow
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The car was a wreck.
The frame of it looked like it was completely demolished, the red paint scratched off in various places, and the headlights were practically non-existent. The windshield too was one tap away from being completely shattered.
It certainly looked like it belonged in this junkyard you recklessly drove it through in order to save your boyfriend and the kids he found himself babysitting and monster hunting with.
You might say the cherry on top was the demodog blood that stained the scrapped pieces of the car, or the actual demodog that was pinned against the destroyed hood.
"What-what the hell just happened!?" Steve was shouting from where he had laid on the ground after he jumped out of your way, "Oh my god!"
You were stumbling out of the car, your head feeling incredibly disoriented before you nearly collapsed. Your hand had found a metal bin filled with various junk, and you leaned on it as to not fall to the ground.
The sound of Steve calling your name made you lift your head up to see a panicked expression written on your boyfriend's face as he was running toward you. You stared at him for a second, before you remembered what you had just done.
Your heart sank, realizing that the car you just crashed into a couple of demodogs wasn't yours. It was Steve's, and you probably just totaled it right in front of him. When you turned your head and saw the damage, guilt had already settled in you, and you very quickly began to apologize.
"I'm so sorry," you told him, your voice still quite winded from the crash, "I just saw a bunch of them surround you and I didn't know what else to do, so I just-"
Steve was in front of you now, his soft brown eyes frantically moving over your face before resting on a cut on your forehead that was protruding blood.
You didn't even realize you were injured, too focused on the fact that you destroyed Steve's car.
"I can't believe this," Steve said to you, and you almost wanted to cry, "Are you crazy? God dammit, you really just did that-"
At the sight of your eyes welling up with tears, Steve felt his heart stop and he thought the worst.
"I swear Steve, I will help you fix it, or hell I'll give you my car until I can get you a new one, god I am such an asshole, I didn't even think about it-"
Steve had barely started to listen what you were talking about, as his attention was on your wound and he was about to ask you if you were hurt bad anywhere else because you were about to cry.
"Wait what?" Steve asked you, his eyes resting back on yours.
You were frowning deeply, and replied in a quiet voice, "I destroyed your car, Steve."
His eyebrows drew inward, and his eyes flashed toward the smoking, hunk of metal that was currently pinning a twitching demodog against another, much older and abandoned car.
Steve blinked for a moment, clearly seeing the damage then turned back to you, "What? That's what you're worried about?"
You nodded weakly, "Yeah, it's your car Steve-"
"Screw the damn car," he interrupted, looking at you as if you had grown two heads when you really only assumed he cared about that hunk of metal rather than the well-being and safety of his girlfriend.
You still weren’t getting it though, “But I totally ruined it-“
Steve interrupted you again, “I’m more concerned about you, shit, you’re bleeding pretty bad. Henderson! I hope you have bandages in that backpack of yours or something!” His hand reached upward to the top of your forehead, his hand carefully touching around the wound. You winced when he did, and he apologized.
You didn’t know why you were so concerned with the car rather than yourself too, or why you would think for a moment that Steve, your loving boyfriend, would care more about it than you.
He clenched his jaw and shook his head when your eyes met each others and he saw your still confused gaze.
"Did you seriously think I cared more about a car?" he asked you, still baffled by the fact that you probably did.
"....no," you lied, and he shook his head and laughed quietly. He grasped your hand then and began to lead you toward the bus with the kids and where Dustin was pulling out a bandage from a medkit he was smart enough to bring.
"The car can be replaced, you cannot be, now come on before more of those...bastards show up," Steve told you, "Don't do that again though, god you scared me."
It was touching to realize that it was you Steve was concerned about, even with the pulsing pain in your head, and your half-foggy mind. It served as a reminder to you that Steve loved and cared for you as much as you loved and cared for him.
#brought to you by me someone who drank a whole iced coffee at 3 am and got this written#steve harrington x reader#steve harrington#steve harrington imagine#reader insert#stranger things#stranger things imagines#stranger things x reader#asks#ily anon#anonymous#requests
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Expert | Easy to Expert (3 v7)
Lee Yongbok (Felix) & Bang Chan - Stray Kids
Rating: M (18+) MDNI
Word Count: ~4.6k
Felix/AFAB!Reader/Bang Chan
Genre: Reader-Insert, Smut, Fluff, Fluffy Smut
!!This is smut…if that much isn't clear you should probably leave now!! MDNI!
Warnings: She/Her Pronouns used, Swearing, Kissing, Lingerie, Pet Names (Love, Pumpkin, Baby Girl, etc.), Multiple Partners, Oral (M! & F! Receiving), Sixty-Nine, Threesome, Double Penetration, Anal Play, Sex Toys - Butt Plugs, Anal Sex, Bang Chan has a Monster Cock (of course), Cockbulge (hmm), Unprotected Sex (Bad Idea, Don't Do It), Daddy Kink gets awakened, this is actually really soft and fluffy believe it or not, Bromance
Disclaimer: I do have the whole cock-bulge thing in this. I understand this could be a bit offensive to some who are on the heavier side (I am in that group as well). I also have the reader being pretty short even though I am 5'7". The reason being is I have a size difference kink/fetish, mostly because I am not small, and so I put it into a lot of my stories. Sorry if this doesn't align with your body type, but I also imagine a character in my place for these, so I don't sometimes take into account what others do.
Author's Note: This is the last one I am writing in this series, so let's see what absolute nonsense shows up here. I'm going to TRY and tone it down…
PS. I wrote the first not before I wrote the story, and this is after. This went a COMPLETELY different direction than I thought it would. Get ready for tooth rotting fluff AND smut.
PPS. Bang Chan is my bias and Felix my bias wrecker so that is why this one ended up like this…
-> Part 1 <-
-> Part 2 <-
-> Ver. I.N. <-
-> Ver. Seungmin <-
-> Ver. Hyunjin <-
-> Ver. Han <-
-> Ver. Lee Know <-
-> Ver. Changbin <-
I am cross-posting this on Archive. Please reblog! If you know anyone that would like this or future fics but they aren't on here my name and icon are exactly the same on the other site. Happy reading!
"What?" Chan stopped dead in his tracks, Felix continuing past him. He thought for a second that he was hearing things, or someone else's conversation. The younger man stopped as well, turning back to his best friend.
"(Y/N) wants a threesome, you in?"
"Why are you asking me?" Chan sputtered and Felix shrugged casually.
"She asked for you specifically so…"
"She asked for ME?"
"Yes?" Chan's head was swimming. He had to admit, ever since he found out a few months ago you couldn't cum, he was looping in his head. It wasn't romantic intentions behind him trying to figure out what he could do for you…Not at all. He had been trying to convince himself he no longer had romantic feelings for you, especially since you started dating Felix. It was obvious to the others, even Felix, but he appreciated that his hyung denied it even to himself.
"Are you sure?" The eldest of the group asked your boyfriend.
"I wouldn't be asking you if I wasn’t. She picked you like a month and half ago, I've had time to think about it." Felix huffed, amused. Chan was getting flustered, and the younger man knew why.
"Are you thinking tonight?" They were already on their way to your apartment for movie night.
"Well…yeah. We can move it though."
"You really think I can just sit and watch a movie with you two now?" Chan shook his head, but continued walking. Felix fell into stride next to him and they continued to your place.
Felix messaged you when they were about fifteen minutes out, and you scrambled off the couch to get ready. To say you were excited was an understatement. But you were also lowkey terrified. It was not a hidden fact among the friend group what Chan was packing. You had even heard from other girls on campus. Not a traditional player by any means, he had been around the block. He was an incredibly sweet gentleman, but a lot of girls just wanted to fuck him to say they conquered the beast. That was literally what they said. The thought made you shiver as you prepared. Stepping out of the bathroom, you looked yourself over in the mirror. Felix had gotten you a set of wolf cosplay lingerie, fitting for Chan. It was more or less a bikini lined with gray fur. The silicone plug he got you a month ago now had a grey furry tail attached; the texture tickled the backs of your thighs. A matching headband with grey ears sat on your head, it was a little too big though, so you hoped it stayed on. Furry cuffs surrounded your ankles and wrists as well. The bottoms of the set were more like shorts than panties, but there was a hole cut out of the crotch which gave access to your cunt as well as let the tail plug sitting in your ass. You shook your arms to get rid of some of the nerves. Though, they just came back two-fold when you heard your boyfriend and his friend arrive. Your shaking increased as you padded to stand at the foot of your bed, waiting for them to remove their coats and shoes and meet you in the bedroom.
"Go on, bro." Felix told Chan, his accented English hitting your ears. Were they going to speak like that the whole night? Fuck yeah.
"Oh, baby girl!" Chan was floored as he entered your room. You looked so fucking cute, his heart thumped hard, and he felt his pulse in his cock too. The pet-name did stuff to your insides, and you nervously wiggled, the tail wagging a bit from the momentum. To be honest, before you and Felix hooked up, you were tempted to go to Chan. With his reputation, you were sure he could have managed, but you in no way regretted that it was Felix. Your boyfriend followed him in and came to admire you as well. You turned toward him as he settled only a foot away from you.
"Good job, love." He praised and you both turned back to Chan. He was still gaping, and you were still too nervous to look him over completely. He just had grey sweatpants on and a black sweatshirt. You desperately wanted him to take it off so you could get a better look at him. You had seen his perfect body many times, but you wanted to touch it. Your fingers fidgeted with themselves, the black painting nails at the ends catching Chan's eye.
"Rules?" You prompted Felix and he looked at you, back to his friend then shook his head.
"Just tell him no if you want." he told you and you blinked, then again. Seriously? He would let his friend kiss you? Fuck your holes and fill you with his cum? That was four of the rules out the window. Plus, if he wasn't going to lead Chan through this, then the final one was trashed as well. The thought made your core clench as you finally looked back to the other Australian.
"Go on." Felix assured you and you took a hesitant step forward, then trotted over to Chan who was still looking at you in awe. His hair was brushed up and back some, framing his forehead. You would have been fine just looking over every detail of his handsome face, but you needed even more. Your small hands went to the zipper of his hoodie, and he let you pull it down. He huffed at your pout when you saw he had a t-shirt underneath.
"It's below freezing out there, baby girl." He told you, amused by your reaction. You mumbled something incoherent, and he laughed. The sound pierced you, made you let out a small whimper, pushing his sweatshirt off. He continued to watch, amused, casting a glance at Felix who looked just as entertained by you. You took a deep breath, sneaking your hands under his shirt and mewling as your warm fingertips brushed over the ridges of his abs. With his assistance, you removed the shirt completely and Felix saw your thighs clench. While he wasn't thrilled by how turned on you were already, he wasn't too surprised either. You were honest with him and admitted you almost went to the eldest for assistance before you and Felix got together. He appreciated your honesty, and therefore trusted you. Didn't mean his pride wasn't a little hurt.
"Oh, my god." You gasped out, your touch tickling Chan some. He laughed, his gorgeous smile distracting you for a second.
"Can I kiss her, 'Lix?" Chan asked politely and you leaned in some more.
"Yeah, I guess." Your boyfriend allowed and you let him kiss you. He was rough, more so than you expected. Chan knew better, he was there to fuck you, not make love to you. He would leave the sensual kisses to Felix. He tilted his head, his hand going to the back of yours and his slid his tongue in your mouth. You keened at the feeling. He was good. Too good. You pulled back a trail of saliva connecting your mouths.
"D-don't do that again." You muttered, your face red. He nodded, humming in agreement. Felix snorted playfully. His trust was well placed. Not wanting to step over the line, Chan stayed mostly still as you sank to your knees before him. Seeing him shirtless in the grey sweatpants was already sinfully attractive, you wondered what he would be like fully naked. An adonis carved out of marble for sure. There was already a bulge from his hardening cock, but it was mostly hidden by the thick material. He laughed at your eagerness as you hastily pulled the waist band away. Your eyes widened as he stepped out of his pants. He was nowhere near being fully hard, but his black briefs were already straining.
"Fuck." You wheezed. You were salivating like the wolf you were dressed as. You fiddled with the tag on the black choker you had on, Felix's name engraved into it. As long as you only fell for Chan's cock, it was fine. You turned to look back at your boyfriend anyway and he gave you a reassuring smile. He had looped over every possible scenario in his head over the last month, knowing to almost a T at that point what would make you react in what way. So far, no surprises. Even though to some you hadn't been dating long, you spent as much time together as possible, so he knew you well. You had been friends for years before then too.
"C-Can you…" You drifted off, wanting to get a good view of Chan's briefs coming off. He smiled and did as you wordlessly requested. He felt a little sheepish under your gaze, honestly, as you ogled him. Adonis indeed. You literally watched his cock harden further under your appreciating gaze. You licked your lips, desperate to wrap them around him. Felix ended up not speaking the rule you had first decided on, but you were a bit worried about what it would do to you to let Chan cum down your throat.
"Can we do something?" Chan suggested, snapping you out of your daze. He also looked at Felix.
"Sixty-nine?" He finished the request and Felix stiffened a bit. Knowing Chan, he might be able to make you cum from that and your boyfriend wasn't sure if he was okay with that. The eldest was definitely the expert of the group and mastered the art of sex like the instruments he could play. But, when he looked into your big, pleading eyes, he couldn't say no. With a slow nod you hopped to your feet giddily and Chan chuckled, following you to the bed. He nodded for you to climb over him once he was on his back. Straddling his face, he wrapped the tail around his hand just to hold it out of the way. The panties gave him perfect access, the fur ticking his cheeks a bit though.
"Sit on me, baby girl." He urged and you lowered your hips. You weren't expecting the immediate pleasure you got from his tongue. He immediately swirling it around your clit, sucking hard. You gasped, falling forward, finding the head of his now fully hard cock in front of you. Once again, your eyes met Felix's and he nodded. Eagerly, you wrapped your hand around Chan's cock, your fingers not even able to touch. You wrapped your eager lips around the head, your jaw protesting some at the stretch. Chan rumbled under you; his strong arms surrounded your thighs to hold you where he wanted you. Your moan vibrated through his dick as you got as much as him as you could in your mouth. It would be too dangerous for you to let him into your throat, you had to center yourself by finding Felix again. He loved that you kept thinking of him throughout. It was also more arousing than he thought it would be, seeing your mouth full of his best friend's fat cock. Chan ate you like a man starved and your boyfriend could see the characteristic twitch in your hips that meant you were close. You were more shocked than Felix that the other man was getting you to the edge so fast. His hand twisted in the tail again, tugging it slightly, and took your clit between his teeth, rolling it and you fell forward as you came, swallowing his cock deeper. Chan grinned as your cunt dripped on his tongue and he let the tail go, letting your orgasm ride out. When you came down, you pulled him out of your mouth, panting for breath.
"Okay, baby girl." Chan eased you to roll off of him, you landed on your back, still breathing harshly. Tears pricked your eyes and Felix instantly came to your side, petting your head softly, shushing you. You looked at him, so pitifully, ready to cry.
"Hey, shh, love." His heart broke seeing you like that and Chan got up on his knees next to you. He could tell you were crying from emotions, not physical feelings, but he still felt bad. At the same time, he was extremely proud of himself for making you cum like that. He had satisfied the goal he set in the past, not ever thinking to dust it off and complete it. Chan's heart thudded again, this time in sorrow. You were too precious.
"I'm sorry, Felix." Your breath hitched and he leaned down to kiss your forehead, petting your hair. Instantly he felt bad for feeling jealous.
"Love, (Y/N), its fine. I'm not mad." He chuckled a bit to reassure you.
"Really?"
"Yes, sweet. I just want you to feel good, okay?" He hummed and you nodded, sniffling. Chan finally saw the relationship dynamic you two really had. It was a dominance and submissive one, but Felix played the role so softly. And you were so cute with it, not a hint of being a brat.
"You want to keep going, baby girl?" Chan made sure and you nodded shyly. He smiled warmly and helped you sit up, removing the loose headband so you could stop fiddling with it.
"Can I take all this off her?" Chan asked and Felix nodded. You sat there like a good girl as Chan gently undid and removed everything from you but the black choker. He even took the tail off the plug, leaving the silicone toy inside you. The other man also took the tie from your hair, letting it fall over your shoulders. The way he looked at you actually warmed Felix's heart. He also knew if you asked him, he would be open to letting Chan in on your relationship. If it was him…he could share you. That was something to bring up later though. You shivered a bit, now a tad chilly and Felix smiled, climbing on the bed to hug you from behind.
"Good girl." He soothed and helped Chan maneuver you to sit on his lap, back to him. Felix placed a soft kiss to your lips, and you whined at the feeling of Chan's cock wedged in the cleft of your ass. Felix had decided not to turn the vibrations on, planning it as a surprise. The encounter turned out to be softer than he originally thought it would be.
"What're you thinking, 'Lix?" Chan knew him too well, could see the gears turning. His eyes met the eldest's and you looked up at him too. His eyes cast to yours. It wasn't a secret that you had a huge crush on Chan about a year ago, but you never pursued it. Little did you know, Chan had liked you too, for a while. He didn't even piece together, that's what it was at first, but Felix knew. Even when Chan would deny it to himself, Felix knew. Felix could still sense your love for himself, but he also saw how you looked at his best friend.
"You want him too?" Felix asked and you didn't understand the question at first. Wasn't that why he was there? The other man figured it out immediately though.
"Felix-"
"I'm not stupid, hyung." He huffed playfully and his true meaning registered.
"Felix?" you asked him, implying your question in your tone. Are you sure?
"We can discuss it after, but don't feel guilty." Your boyfriend kissed you softly on your cheek under your eye.
"Want him here?" Felix continued, helping you settle on Chan's lap, stroking his fingers through your soaked folds. You nodded softly, letting the man behind you hold you in his arms. You felt so secure, even more so with Felix there too.
"Think you can make her cum again?" Felix challenged and the other man smirked.
"Let's see." He nuzzled behind your ear, one of his hands sliding down your stomach till his fingers hit your clit. You whimpered as he swirled over it, then slid both fingers home. You sighed as his fingers filled you. They were thicker and longer than Felix's, but just as talented it seemed. His palm rubbed hard over your clit as he scissored the digits in you, the pad of one finding the rough spot on your back wall. You twitched when he rubbed over it and Felix watched the gears turn in Chan's head. His fingers left your core, rubbing back up to your clit, and he exposed the little nub further. He was an expert, Felix decided. He learned your reactions instantly, knowing just what to do next. Chan then fucked three fingers into you, harshly pressed against your further exposed clit with his palm. His fingers crooked hard and up, his palm swirling your clit and you shivered hard, head tossed back to land on his shoulder. You were close. Once again removing his fingers, he took your button between two fingers, pinched hard and pulled your nub, and Felix watched your cunt spasm as you came. The slight bit of jealousy he still felt dissipated when he saw the way Chan looked at you. He nuzzled your temple with his nose as you trembled, kissing the crest of your ear. As you shuddered, coming down again, your head rolled so you could look at him.
"Fill her up, hyung." Felix allowed, smiling as your eyes widened.
"'Lix~" You reached out for him, Chan still loosely hugging you to him. The eldest smiled fondly as Felix came to you, the smile on the other’s face was so warm. Chan could tell how much you two loved each other, and he was honored you both were willing to let him wiggle his way in. When he was within reach, your hands stroked over your boyfriend's pretty freckle covered cheekbones.
"Let’s have Channie fuck you, hm?" He cooed, the words racier than his tone implied. You whined with a nod and Chan chuckled softly at your cuteness. You both were so cute.
"Okay, baby girl. Tell me if it’s too much." The man behind your spoke into your ear, his arms holding you closer, his right hand coming to cup your left breast. You never got much sensation there, but you did flinch a bit when he pinched your nipple. Chan loosened his hold, moving his hands to rest at your hips, and Felix's moved to your waist. You let them move you around like you were a ragdoll till you were kneeling, cunt hovering over Chan's cock.
"Good girl." Felix praised, kissing the corner of your mouth as they both led you to sink on the eldest's dick. The feeling knocked the air out of you, he was so fucking big. You couldn't help but ponder how much bigger he could be if he was taller. He whispered soothing words in your ear, Felix kissing over your collarbone. You breathed, using the same technique as when your boyfriend fucked into your ass. Chan groaned, your cunt was so hot and tight, and he could feel your slick gummy walls perfectly. It made you all the more addicting. He could also feel the bump of the plug in your ass through the walls of your cunt. When Chan felt your cervix kiss the head of his cock, he halted your descent, a good inch or two left.
"M-more." You pressed and Chan rubbed circles over your lower stomach. He smirked, he could feel the bulge of his cock already, and you mewled when he pressed down.
"You sure, baby girl?" Chan's voice had gotten huskier somehow, deeper, rumbling through you. Felix smirked and lowered his voice himself, bringing his mouth to your other ear. What your boyfriend planned on saying next would probably earn him a playful smack later, but he was so eager to see your unfiltered reaction. Your eyes were already blank, nothing but cock on the brain.
"Tell daddy how you want his cock." Felix ordered you and Chan gasped as your cunt squeezed him hard. He huffed, thinking he misheard what Felix whispered to you at first.
"Want daddy deeper~" You whimpered and the men both groaned at your plea.
"Yeah?" Felix teased you further.
"Yes, sir~" You pled to him instead and he smiled. You were too fucking cute. There was a very specific reason Felix preferred you called him sir during sex, and that reason was splitting you open on his cock. At first, he didn't want to use 'daddy' because he was jealous, thinking it might make you think of Chan. Especially since you jokingly called the eldest that all the time. But now…everything worked out perfectly.
"Okay, pumpkin." Your boyfriend's pet name for you changed and the new word made your core pulse around the other's dick. Chan knew that you both went full into roleplay mode at that.
"Daddy~" You whined, and he laughed, acquiescing. You yelped when his hips shifted under him better, letting him thrust up hard, burying his cock all the way in you. Words escaped you, only a string of babbles left you. Felix smiled and shuffled down the bed more. Chan watched, curious, and almost protested as the other man moved. He just let Felix do whatever though. Your legs were spread to sling over Chan's, holding them open. Felix's hands came to your inner thighs, spreading you further and he marveled at your folds straining to take Chan's massive cock. Your entire body jerked when he flicked his tongue at your swollen clit, his tongue lightly brushing over the other's dick. The man's arms tightened a bit around you as you slumped into him further, and with one more flick of Felix's tongue, you fell apart again. At this point, your cunt was burning from the overstimulation, but your boyfriend knew if you got over the crest of pain, you could just keep on going. After your spasms went away, he sat back to just watch again, nodding to Chan.
"Ready, baby girl? Want daddy to fuck ya good?" His hand came to rest under your jaw, putting just enough pressure for you to feel it but not restricting your airway.
"Please!" You mewled, head lolling back and forth. His other hand was still on your stomach, and Felix put his hands on your hips to help, lifting you slightly and pressing you back down as Chan fucked up. You gasped, your cunt stung from the friction, but the pain was so good as the man behind you railed you. It was a good thing Felix was okay with Chan joining, you thought on later, because you didn't think you could live never taking him again. You were definitely a size queen and Felix marveled at you taking his friend like a champ.
"Ah, fuck, (Y/N)~" Chan was getting close, and he looked to your boyfriend, asking permission. Felix looked at your fucked out expression.
"Cum in her." he told Chan, and he got as deep as he could and let go. Your stinging core piqued, the pain burning into pleasure, and you weren't sure if Chan filling you with his sticky cum was what put you over or Felix's voice.
"Oh, good girl~ Fuck!" The man moaned himself as he felt his cum overflow from your cunt and drip down past his balls and onto the bedding. Felix was still rock hard, not having came or been touched at all that night, but he was fine dealing with himself in the shower if you were too tired.
"Felix!" You reached for him again and he came back to you.
"What do you need, pumpkin?"
"You…" You pouted and he smiled bright.
"I don’t think your cute little cunt can handle more." He cooed and Chan huffed playfully. He was still hard and really didn't want to pull out anyway.
"Let’s turn her around." He suggested to the younger man. You keened a bit when they moved you around. When your chest met Chan's, he sunk back into you, the new position and angle let him sink deeper. You shivered, falling into him and he laughed.
"You're so cute." He praised. He was content to let you warm his cock, watching Felix scooch forward. His fingers wrapped around the plug, and you breathed as if through muscle memory as he pulled it out. It clattered onto the floor from his tossing it. Could your body handle him filling your ass with Chan in your pussy? Guess you all would find out soon enough. Your breathing shifted when you felt Felix's cock at your pucker, he barely pressed the tip in as he took the lube Chan had reached for on the nightstand. Drizzling more onto himself, he started to ease inside you. You shivered, your back hole welcoming the familiar intrusion.
"So good, pumpkin." Your boyfriend praised. To get in you best, he had to swing his leg over Chan’s, but he didn't mind. Chan helped him adjust you some and they both let you adjust to being completely full. Each breath you pressed out carried a slight moan and your little noises brought grins to both of the men's faces. After witnessing everything, as well as your even-tighter-than-usual canal clenching his cock, Felix knew he wouldn't last long. Might be for the best anyway considering your physical and mental state. Your nails weekly dug into the skin of Chan's chest where you laid as Felix pumped his hips. His thrusts were short and deep, and your body rocking slightly brushed your sensitive clit against the skin of Chan's pelvis. A defined vein that led down to his cock gave just enough of a differing pressure as you rocked.
"Okay, love, I'll fill you good than you can take a bath. Daddy and I will take care of you tonight and tomorrow." Felix picked the pace of his thrusts up and Chan hissed some as your cunt clenched hard and your nails carved crescents into his skin.
"(Y/N), be a good girl for daddy and cum." Chan's words were all you needed, and you came one more time, Felix spraying your insides white. From the tight clench and the wait, Chan was sensitive himself and you cumming made him fall apart with you two. Even more jizz spurted out from where your body met Chan's and more of the sticky goo leaked from where Felix was inside you. You were a complete mess and Felix wouldn't have it any other way. Your consciousnesses faded, your eyes slipping closed, and the two men praised you for doing such a good job for them. Deciding to just clean you up with a towel for now, Felix helped you rest on your side as you slept, leaving the blanket off you, your skin still hot. Your boyfriend petted your hair as Chan took a quick shower and then they switched places.
"Are you sure?" the eldest asked, stroking your hair softly when Felix sat on the bed behind you.
"You love her, right?"
"I-I…" Chan swallowed hard.
"Hyung?"
"…yes."
"I didn't want to admit it before, but she likes you a lot. I know though that she loves me too…I think she deserves the world, but why not throw the moon in along with it?" Felix meant every word. He loved you so much that he wanted you to be loved twice as much, if not more.
"Well, guess I should change my name to Moon, huh?" Chan huffed and Felix rolled his eyes at the horrible pun.
"Just promise me when you two get married that I can be the best man." The eldest continued and your boyfriend smiled down at you.
"Of course. Wouldn't have anyone else."
-> Ver. I.N. <-
-> Ver. Seungmin <-
-> Ver. Hyunjin <-
-> Ver. Han <-
-> Ver. Lee Know <-
-> Ver. Changbin <-
-> Part 1 <-
-> Part 2 <-
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Oh Christmas Tree | KNJ
∴ summary: you’re looking for a fresh start and a Christmas tree when you unintentionally stumble across the worlds most attractive dimples and the sweet, gigantic, bumbling man attached to them
Alt: Namjoon + a Christmas tree farm + his best friend’s girlfriend’s little sister = the best Yuletide he never saw coming
∴ masterlist
∴ part of the breakfast with bangtan series
∴ pairing: Kim Namjoon x female reader, guest appearances by cultivating a life with you Hoseok x his y/n
∴word count: 10.8k
∴ rating: mature, 18+
∴genre: fluff, strangers to lovers. slice of life, Christmas romance
∴warnings: flirting, woke adjacent Christmas tree banter? sexual tension, joon is a big man (we all know this), a few subtle pov shifts- but only at already marked breaks in the story beats (should be easy to follow. Hopefully), subtle daddy kink, joonie has big boobies and he likes boobies, what was meant to be really soft smut that got a little out of hand honestly
∴author’s note: This started as a little scribble in March of 2021 that only involved the scene of y/n and Namjoon bantering about Christmas trees. I’ve been neck deep in 30k+ monster fic drafts for months and I just wanted to write something quick & fluffy so here we are. This y/n is the sister Hoseok’s girlfriend visits in cultivating a life with you. The stories are totally independent of each other but technically- chronologically- this takes place two winters later. Not meant to be hallmark movie related. I honestly just love the idea of Namjoon in one of his tiny little beanies getting tongue tied in the snow while surrounded by Christmas trees. Enjoy! Please let me know if you like it, if you like :) also… this is not proofread yet. I stayed up all night writing this and didn’t sleep. So I’m gonna leave this here, crash, and come back later to edit and add my copious italics, as I do.
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“My gosh, are these Christmas trees in outer space?”
You’d spent the last hour and a half being squashed in the backseat of your sister’s Mini Cooper. Your knees were beginning to ache.
“Oh don’t be a grinch, silly. We’re almost there,” your sister twisted to smile back at you from her spot in the passenger seat.
Her pink mittened hand was happily resting on her boyfriend Hoseok’s slim thigh. He reached down to tap out the rhythm to “walking in a winter wonderland” across the back of her knuckles as she beamed back at you, and you felt a little bit of your irritation melt away. It was nice to see her so happy. They were sweet to each other. It was lovely for them, but it wouldn’t help straighten out the kink in your back.
Who takes a coupe to pick up a live Christmas tree?
Hoseok caught your eye in the rear view mirror and smiled in apology as you shifted. He was as nice as your sister, just as keen to accommodate, and as soft for her as you were, if not more. His car was in the shop and yours hadn’t arrived yet. You’d driven a u-haul here from three states away a week and a half ago, settling down to take root during a holiday season best celebrated in an established home like the smart planner you were (not).
But for once, you didn’t care. Or at least, you were learning not to.
You’d spent too much of your life stuck in places you didn’t even want to be, taking life too seriously. Spent too many of the last few years feeling stagnant and like you were running out of time all at once. So when the opportunity arose, you took the first chance you got to move here. To be closer to your sister, to be somewhere where the air felt lighter, where you could be whoever you wanted to be.
And today, you wanted to be the owner of a live Christmas tree.
Give yourself something to smile at in your studio that currently consisted of bare stucco walls and aesthetic cardboard box piles.
When you’d mentioned it over the phone, your sister had known just the place.
“It’s the cutest little Christmas tree farm! Me and hobi get our tree there every year! They even have a hot cocoa stand up front for you to sip on while you pick your tree out. It’s owned by the sweetest family. One of our friends works there too. Oh you have to meet him!”
Your sister had gushed it all in one breath.
“Have to?”
“Absolutely. Not even a question. Get dressed! Me and hobi’ll pick you up in 10!”
That was that. You’d bundled up to the best of your ability, (Your wardrobe was not prepared for how chilly the winters got up here) and twenty minutes later, your sister and a blushing Hoseok were waiting for you in the parking lot in their jolly little holiday mobile.
Your sister had added reindeer antlers and a red nose to her Mini Cooper and jingle bells to the door handles. There was a set of white vinyl stickers with the silhouette of Santa’s sleigh and all nine reindeer plastered on the back window and a sprig of mistletoe-that she’d probably grown herself- twirling from the rear view mirror. Somehow she’d even gotten the horn to match the melody of “we wish you a merry Christmas.”
You’d have to ask how later.
The ride ended up being cozy enough. Now you were just eager to get out and get the feeling back in your toes. Hoseok tipped the driver's side seat forward for you to crawl out from the back. The second the icy wind slapped against your cheek you wondered why you thought going out in the cold would bring any sort of circulation back to your toes. You rolled your eyes at yourself and chuckled when you caught sight of the purplish tinge along Hoseok’s throat peeking out just over the edge of his chunky crocheted scarf. (Your sister probably made it for him. And now he was using it to hide her hickies. The little hoe.)
He felt your stare and blushed, his wide animated eyes becoming sheepish as he yanked his scarf up just the littlest bit higher.
So that was why that ten minute pickup time had stretched into twenty.
Good for the both of you.
Soon, the three of you were wandering through the farm. There was a section of freshly cut trees ready to take home near the front but rows and rows of trees still rooted to the ground off into the horizon, all dusted with this week’s newest burst of powdery snow. It was a magical thing to see really.
Your sister was happily tucked into Hoseok’s lithe side, one arm looped through his, the other hand cradling a hot cup of cocoa with a candy cane poking out of the lid. Nothing if not festive. You’d opted to save your cup for later. You liked the brisk air, and you liked both your hands being deeply plunged in the warmth of your fleece lined pockets.
“Cell reception is shit up here.” Hoseok piped up. “I tried to text Namjoon to see if he was working today but all I got back was the green text bubble of death.”
“Boo, Joonie’s the worst at charging his phone too. It’s probably dead,” your sister giggled.
“Guess I’m never gonna meet your jolly green giant, Hobes,” you bumped his elbow with yours.
“With the brain of archibald asparagus,” your sister added.
“Sexy brain, that man has,” Hoseok sighed with envy.
“Your brain is sexy too, babe.” Your sister tipped up on her toes to kiss Hoseok’s wind-chapped cheek.
“Not as sexy as his,” Hoseok nodded resolutely.
“Oh, what about when he wears his little wire rimmed professor glasses?”
“Too hot. He’d melt the snow,” Hoseok swooned.
“Goodness, are you in love with my sister or him?” You teased.
“Both,” Hoseok admitted, a little too sincerely, clutching at his heart over his oversized parka.
“I don’t blame him,” your sister nodded sagely. You quirked a brow at her and she simply shrugged, all innocence, zero guilt. “What? Don’t look at me like that. Trust me, it’ll make sense when you see him.”
“If I ever see him. I’m pretty sure he’s a myth.” Your skepticism came out with a snort and an opaque puff of air.
Geeze, it’s cold.
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At some point in the wandering, you got distracted watching a small child drag their parent by the wrist to the tree of their dreams. The scene was so wholesome and sweet. The little girl squealed with delight as a pair of squirrels skittered past them in chase, twining their way up her tree and darting down and away, ruffling soft powdery snow loose from the tree’s needles in their wake like a fairy sprinkling pixie dust.
The whole interaction was so idyllic that you’d stopped paying attention to where you were going and plowed directly into the broad back of what you were sure must be a bear. What else could it be? No man’s back was that broad, that’s for sure.
The force of it knocked you flat back on your bum, leaving you dazed in a little pile of crunchy snow and loose pine needles.
“Oh my gosh, I’m so sorry!”
The words came too fast, too rushed, and at sure as hell too deep of an octave to come from anyone you knew, man or bear included.
There was a massive olive green, gloved hand shoved in your face- apparently attached to whoever was apologizing so profusely. You grabbed on and let it hoist you up. Goddamn, whoever this was was strong. After flying backward just a few seconds ago, you were now flying forward, toppling directly into what seemed to be just as equally broad a chest as the back you had crashed into moments ago.
“Are you alright? I can’t believe I did that. Are you o-“
The rambling ocean wave of a voice stopped crashing over you the second you looked up and locked eyes with what you were sure was the most beautiful man you’d ever seen in person.
“Holy shit,” you muttered under your breath.
The man’s full lips seemed to gape as he looked at you.
Not necessarily in an objectionable way. It was more like, the tape in his brain had spun off the track and tangled itself up like an old cassette that needed help being wound back up again. It was like his thoughts were written all over his face. If you knew him better, you could have read them like a novel. For now, you knew one thing.
He was pretty when he was thinking.
Hell, he was pretty, period.
And two, he was solid as an ox.
“Are you okay? Are you hurt? Mr Yun’s gonna kill me if you’re hurt. I should have been paying more attention.” He patted down the sides of your ribs and torso like he was half expecting a bone to be jutting out.
“I’m okay. I’m good. i-“ am still holding his pecs, you realized.
What a Christmas miracle they were. Geeze. He had better boobs than you. You swallowed once then smiled up at him. “Do you, by any chance, work here?”
He blinked at you. There was snow on his eyelashes. His tiny dark green beanie wasn’t doing any good at shielding his face from the snow, but god did the color look good next to his golden skin.
“Um, yes, actually. I do. Again, I’m so sorry that I-“
“Shush, enough of that. You’re going to help me pick my tree.”
“I am?”
It was his turn to swallow.
“I mean, yes. Of course I am. Can. What are you looking for?”
He was nervous. So visibly nervous. You weren’t sure if it was because of you or if it was just his general disposition. Either way, you were hopelessly endeared by it. Pretty, bumbly, abominable snowman of a man. With great tits.
“Well, I came here in a Mini Cooper, so… whatever will fit on top of that, I guess.”
He blinked again, before he smiled- wide and gracious. His eyes crinkled at the edges and Jesus, Mary and Joseph.
His dimples.
How obscene.
“Sounds like a great place to start, to me.” He laughed for the first time. It was so boisterous and rich, you were sure he’d cause an avalanche.
The sound was as deep as winter, but soothing and warm. You already wanted to hear it again.
Oh boy. You really liked this one.
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“So what technically constitutes ‘ethically sourced’ when it comes to Christmas trees?” You looked wide-eyed up at Namjoon.
“Um… you know I… well, usually I-I would know the answer to that.”
“But right now, you don’t?”
“I mean, I can’t say that I do.” He shrugged ruefully.
“Despite currently being employed on a Christmas tree lot?” You arched a brow at him, a wry smile pulling at your lips.
“That does seem to be the case, yes.” His brows pinched at his own glum response.
“Are you new?” Mirth glittered in your eyes as you watched him.
“No, actually, I’ve been helping Mr. Yun since college… senior year of high school technically, actually.” Namjoon looked a bit lost in space as he wracked his brain for his qualifications.
“So you should have seniority around here?”
“Sort of ? It’s just , you know, mr. yun is a friend of my parents and he’s always been good to me so I always try to return the favor and help out every year, if I can.” He swallowed.
He wasn’t sure why he was so nervous. He literally talked to people for a living. He could sell a polar bear ice, for Pete’s sake. But every time he made eye contact with you, he was practically on the verge of forgetting his own name so this whole witty repartee thing was an absolute struggle in ways it absolutely should not be.
“Well, he’s very lucky to have you then. Even if you can’t tell me where this tree came from.” You chuckled.
“No, I that- that I can do. All our Douglas firs come from grey farms about two hours north of here. Again, super kind family. They’ve been doing this for generations, actually.”
He found himself affectionately gripping the top of the tree while you smiled up at him like you had a secret and he felt a new rush of sweat rise beneath the fold of his beanie.
“So locally sourced then.”
“Family owned.” He nodded.
“Well now, that’s a great start. You know more than you let on.” You tapped an index finger into the down of his puffy coat and he felt himself flush, wishing he actually could have felt that touch.
Every part of him felt like he was back in middle school right now. It had been ages since something this simple was this difficult for him. Trying to figure out how not to trip over his words while maintaining eye contact with the you and your the luminous smile really wasn’t working at all. He should have been better at this by now, he sighed. His thirteen year old self would have been ashamed to see how little progress he’d made in that department in a decade and a half.
“So, should I choose to re-home this lovely tree, do you know of anyone who could, say, strap it to the roof of my car for me?”
Your eyes were twinkling, face framed by the softly falling snow flurries that had started up again and Namjoon felt himself swallow.
“I- I would be happy to find-“
“There you are! Finally found you- Oh, hey bro! So you are working today!” A voice bright like tangy sweet lemonade interrupted Namjoon’s inelegant struggle.
“Hoseok?” Namjoon looked mystified at the pair of you as Hoseok clasped a mittened hand around your shoulder. “How do you two-“
“This is my girl’s sister, y/n, remember? I told you we were helping her move in last week.” He explained with a happy shrug.
“This is… you’re… wow. Hey. Nice to officially meet you.” Namjoon released the tree to dizzily shake your hand, trying his best to ignore your amusement at his manic behavior.
“So you’re the mysterious friend who was too busy to help with the u-haul unloading, huh?” You quirked a brow up at Namjoon. He looked a bit green around the gills as his snow frosted lashes fell away from your gaze.
“We were slammed here that day. If it makes you feel any better, I got so much pine sap all over me that I had to toss my favorite gloves away.”
“Tsk. Now why would that make me feel better?�� You teased as something mischievous glinted in your eyes.
“Because my shitty friend status made me suffer?” Namjoon shrugged.
“Well, we weren’t friends yet,” you grinned. “But now that we are, I think it’s only right that you should come over when you’re off to help the three of us decorate my new locally sourced, freshly cut Christmas tree”
“Oh absolutely!“ Hoseok piped in. “You haven’t hung out in weeks- you have to come.”
His endearing smile beamed bright across his face in a way that was impossible to fight. Bright red bits of hair peaked out beneath his beanie as he grinned widely up at Namjoon, and Namjoon was too distracted by his openness to process his nerves at the invitation.
“I mean, I guess I… I mean I wouldn’t want to intrude on…”
“Nonsense,” Hoseok interrupted,” you’d only be making the party better! Y/n needs all the friends she can get anyway. Poor thing’s stuck hanging out with us all the time- she could use a few new faces in the rotation, right little sis?” He hip checked you, ruffling your hair with the hand slung over your shoulder.
“Not your little sis yet,” you countered, eyes full of challenge.
“Wait, Hobi, this Christmas are you gonna…” Namjoon twisted his left hand, the gesture caught vaguely somewhere between the Queens wave and the single ladies dance.
Hoseok pulled a nervous face, brows lifting and jaw tightening until his smile bared all his teeth, as he patted the chest of his puffer coat.
“I’ve been carrying it around for weeks actually. Can’t seem to find the right time.”
“Are you insane?” You swatted him. “You brought it with you here? What if you lose it in the snow, you dummy?!”
“Ow!” Hoseok rubbed his shoulder dramatically. “The little ones are always fighters.”
You rolled your eyes as Namjoon blushed for reasons beyond him. Maybe he didn’t need any more explanation than the fact that you were cute as hell and he liked seeing you laugh.
“Your sister would never hit me like that,” Hoseok huffed.
“Yeah, she doesn’t have to because she knows I’d do it for her. Now why on gods green earth is the ring just chilling in your pocket while you stroll through endless yards of nature??”
“I keep it with me in case there’s a moment that just feels right. I’ll already be ready, you know.”
Hoseok’s face was far away, dreamy.
Namjoon was happy for him, even if he wanted a little piece of his friend’s wonder for himself one day.
“I still think you should propose to her at home in your little jungle. You have to know how happy that would make her,” you asserted.
Namjoon thought back to his last visit to Hoseok’s apartment. The walls had almost been alive with the amount of trailing vines climbing toward the ceiling. It was otherworldly, serene, like an indoor garden. It would be a spectacular place to propose actually.
“I think she’s right. It would be pretty damn perfect, Hob.” Namjoon offered.
“Ooo, did you hear that?” Slipping out from under Hoseok’s slinky arm, you attached yourself to Namjoon’s bulky one. “He already knows I’m always right. The company you keep, Hobi. I like this one.”
You squeezed Namjoon’s bicep, and he swore he could feel the warmth of your touch through his puffer jacket. He knew his cheeks had to match Hoseok’s fire engine hair now.
“Hey, be sweet to him. He’s sensitive,” Hoseok tutted as he pinched Namjoon’s rosy face despite being swatted away by one Namjoon’s big hands.
“I… is this the tree you’re settled on y/n? If it is, I should start getting it wrapped for you.”
“Hoist it on the beige Mini Cooper in the back, eh Hulk?” Hoseok patted his unoccupied bicep, giving it a happy squeeze as he pushed past Namjoon. “Im off to find where my poison Ivy wandered off to again. Probably somewhere talking to the cedars.” He shook his head softly but gosh, there was nothing but fondness in his happily crinkled eyes. “You two don’t get up to anything too wild while I’m gone now, yeah? We haven’t even brought out the baileys and the eggnog yet. Save it for later - or I’ll be the one kissing Joonie under the mistletoe.”
Hoseok wiggled his fingers and brows in puppety unison as he vanished through the trees, leaving Namjoon alone with you once again.
“He’s quite the character isn’t he?” You chuckled.
“You have no idea.”
“He’s good to my sister though. I’ve never seen her so happy.”
“They’re pretty made for each other,” Namjoon nodded in assent as you sighed.
It wasn’t until he looked down to catch your expression that he realized you were still holding onto his arm. Jesus Christ of Nazareth, was he going to faint in a Christmas tree lot?
You looked up then, a soft giggle bubbling out of you when you saw whatever his distress was doing to his face, and squeezed his arm before walking a few snowy paces ahead.
“Come on, tiger. The quicker we take care of this, the quicker we can get out of the cold.”
Namjoon had never followed anyone faster in his life.
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Why had the three of you come in a compact car?
This was pure delusion.
The tree Namjoon had helped you pick loomed over the front windshield like something from whoville. Good thing you weren’t the one driving. Good luck with that visibility, Hobi.
You and your sister stood side by side, linked at the elbow while the two men tied the tree down to the roof of the car.
“Think we’ll tip over in a strong breeze?” You queried.
“I think we’ll tip over if anyone even looks at us funny,” your sister giggled.
Her laughter was contagious and soon you were both cackling uncontrollably as Hoseok and Namjoon secured your dr Seuss tree to the roof of her car. Namjoon looked back over his shoulder, making accidental eye contact with you. You let your gaze rove over his absurdly pretty face, eyes lingering around the high corners of his cheekbones and the doughy imprints of those audaciously sweet dimples of his.
“My god, just look at him,” you sighed. “It’s like heaven tried to make focaccia bread when they made his face and decided to stop two pokes in because it was already perfect.”
Your sister looked between you and Namjoon, chuckling when the giant of a man turned away bashfully, as if those big shoulders could make him disappear.
“I told you he was pretty,” she shrugged. “And you gave me your judgy eyebrows.”
“I was a fool,” you sighed again. “In my defense, I didn’t know there could be boys prettier than Hobi around here.”
“Wait til you meet the children. Jimin and Jungkook are so beyond anything you could even comprehend. Beautiful little whores.”
“There’s more?” Your brows shot up high.
“Oh and Taehyung! Taehyung will charm you right out of your coat. He’s the dangerous one. I can’t even make eye contact with him without stammering,” she shook her head in derision.
“Whew boy, what a winter we’re in for.” You rocked up on your toes with a whistle.
“Winter is a mercy. Seokjin’s shoulders in summer? Glory be.”
Lovingly, you squeezed her tighter into your side. “At least we have Yoongi on our side.”
“Oh, no ma’am, we do not. He’s the worst one!”
“Min Yoongi ?” You gasped. “No!”
“Yes! He’ll sneak right up on you out of nowhere just when you think you’re finally friends and keep your glass full of wine all night until you accidentally spill all your most embarrassing high school secrets,” she muttered.
“No,…not the pyramid.”
“Yes, the pyramid. And he’ll get it on tape too. Adorable little bastard. Don’t let that cute little gummy smile fool you. He’s ruthless.”
You don’t think you’ve ever heard your big sister curse before.
The pout on her face was too priceless not to laugh at so you did. The laughter was robust and full- it came straight from somewhere deep in your belly and pretty soon she was laughing too, hiding her face in the faux fur collar of your coat. The two of you clinging to each other as you cackled like wild children in the snow.
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Hoseok looked over the roof at the two of you and melted into an inordinately affectionate grin.
“You could just go ask her now and put yourself out of your misery, you know,” Namjoon chuckled to himself.
“Nah, she’s so happy right now. I’ll let them have their moment.”
Namjoon let himself study you.
The two of you looked so much alike yet so different. Your sister was all spun sugar and sweetness, quick as a dragonfly on the breeze. But you, well, he didn’t quite know how to put it into words. You were still sweet, but it was different. There was something more rich, a bit more solid about your aura. If your sister was candy floss, then his best guess - based on his limited interaction with you- was that you were salted caramel.
The thought had him pulling his bottom lip between his teeth. He wanted to know what else made up the pieces of you. He wanted to get off this shift so he could be in the same room as you. So he could be alone with you.
He wanted to get you under the mistletoe and taste those pretty lips of yours.
But of course, that meant he had to have a coherent conversation with you first.
“Hey, quit undressing my baby sister with your eyes,” Hoseok snapped.
Namjoon shook his head, rattled the stars out of his eyes.
“My bad. Sorry, man.”
“I’ll let it slide this time,” Hoseok huffed. “Hey, I think I’m getting good at this protective big brother thing. That was pretty convincing right ?” He beamed proudly.
“More than you know… hey, we should be good here.”
Namjoon patted the now secure tree, rustling a bit of soft snow loose from its branches.
“Then it’s time to get this baby back on the road!”
Hoseok slapped the chassis and the car jingled— jingled!
“I can’t believe you’re gonna marry a Christmas elf,” Namjoon snickered.
“Hey, you’re one to talk, Yukon Cornelius. You work at a damn tree farm. Don’t judge me. Besides, I’m sure you’ll be next. Y/n is just as bad as her sister.”
Namjoon stole another glance your way, his eyes darting away in a flash when he realized you were already watching him, something sultry glittering in your gaze that he tucked away in his pockets to think about later.
“Maybe being next wouldn’t be such a bad thing,” he smiled to himself.
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Before you could get off the tree lot, Namjoon was running back to the car, something small in his hands that you couldn’t make out.
You were crammed in the back seat between the extra boughs your sister had bought to turn into wreaths and garlands. All the evergreen scents made you feel like a new car air freshener. God. It was gonna be a long ride back to the city.
Namjoon knocked on the glass in a hurry, and you rolled the window down. What on earth was he-
“You never got your cocoa.”
“What?”
“You said you were gonna wait to nurse it on the ride home so I got… I got you cocoa.” His volume trailed as he handed the cup to you, like he was second guessing every action in his life that had brought him to this moment.
“Oh, I…” you didn’t know what to say. You didn’t trust yourself not to open your mouth and accidentally tell him you were already in love with him and did he know a guy who could get you both a marriage license by sundown.
“Kim Namjoon. You absolute sweetheart,” your sister gushed from the front seat.
Namjoon’s cheeks went from rosy from the cold to plum from embarrassment. You’d never wanted to kiss someone’s eyelashes before.
“Well, that’s all. I gotta get back. i-“
“Thank you,” you whispered, eyes flicking up from beneath your lashes to meet his.
“I…. Yeah. I.. I hope you like it.” His smile was wide, inebriated, giddy. You swore you could see the stars during the daylight.
“I’m sure I will. Six o clock. Tonight. You can come right?”
He nodded, bobbleheaded and boysish.
“Yeah. I’ll grab the address from Hobi.”
“Oh will you now?” Hoseok piped up from the front.
“Hobi, shut up or I will end you,” you threatened through your own teeth as he and your sister laughed at you.
“Tonight?” You called to Namjoon as Hoseok began to shift the car into gear.
“Tonight!” Namjoon shouted back, both his arms waving over head as the car pulled off and he shrank into something small in the distance.
Settling back in your seat, you brought the cup to your lips and breathed in the steamy liquid. You noticed a little black heart drawn in sharpie on the cup, remembered seeing a sharpie tucked behind one of Namjoon’s ears and smiled to yourself like you’d just been passed a note in eighth grade.
You looked up to see two sets of eyes watching you in the rear view.
“Oh god, eyes on the road mom and dad. This has nothing to do with you.”
Your sister giggled, “well I for one am very happy for both of you.”
Hoseok chimed in with a “right? They’re cute.”
God. What a pair of menaces.
You sank in your seat but couldn’t help but smile.
“He is cute, isn’t he?” You whispered into your cocoa cup.
Maybe this wouldn’t be such a long ride home after all.
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“Why did I let you make me think this was a good idea? I don’t even have any furniture! What, we’re gonna make that Goliath sit on boxes for a chair?”
You were frazzled. Namjoon had texted Hobi that he’d be at your place in half an hour. Suddenly the idea of that massive man being in your tiny apartment drinking eggnog out of a solo cup that you’re sure would look like a shot glass in his massive hands made no sense at all.
“First of all, this was your idea,” Hoseok chuckled,” so don’t pin this on me.”
“Traitor.” You whispered.
“But if it makes you nervous, I can shout out the boys to swing by.”
“What? How does that make any sense? Why would we add more people I have no place for? Come on now, use the brain in that pretty head, Hobi.” You rapped your knuckles against his temple as he laughed at you- laughed!
“ I am! It’ll make it feel less like a date. Less pressure to talk one on one there’s a little more of a crowd,” he shrugged like it was that easy. Maybe it was.
“Okay. Fine. Do it. But somebody’s gonna have to bring food cuz there’s nothing in that fridge but eggs and kombucha.”
“God, we need to feed you, little one.” Hobi frowned, concerned.
“Groceries are on tomorrow's to do list. I wasn’t expecting to feed a small army today. I was just gonna grab some take out once you and the missus went home.”
“And you still can. I’ll see if JK can snag something from work.”
A key jingled in the lock as your sister shimmied her way in the door, arms filled with Christmas decorations with a string of gold tinsel draped across her throat like a feather boa.
“I’m back! Hobi, baby, I texted you. Can you bring the other bin up?”
He pressed a kiss to her forehead and darted out the door.
“Holy mackerel, it’s gonna look like Santa’s workshop exploded in here.” You took in the sheer amount of tinsel, lights and decor your sister had managed to manhandle up the stairs.
“Oh stop you. They’re just extra decorations and props from the photography studio. I figured you can use what you like, and we’ll just put them back when the season’s over.” She shrugged.
“I’ll take free decorations that I don’t have to store any day.” You asserted with a grin. Peeling the sticky back off a command strip, you climbed up on a chair to hang the dang thing as close to the ceiling as you could reach. Your sister came behind you to spot you. No sense letting you break your neck before the guest of honor even got here.
“Most of our mini sessions are over anyway. Nobody should be trying to book their Christmas card photos after December 14th, and if they do, they deserve the Charlie Brown Christmas tree they get.”
It always tickled you when your sister tried to be matter of fact. You knew good and well she was too accommodating not to at least try to bend.
“Lay down the law, sis. Hey, hand me those string lights will you. Can you plug them in?”
The room burst into light in a cacophony of colors.
“Whew. Multi. Bold.”
“Sorry, I didn’t check if they were colorful or warm white first. Shoot.”
She looked so chagrined. It was so sweet. Here she was being so giving and thoughtful, and she really thought you were gonna have the nerve to be picky.
“Shush, you. They’ll look great. It’s kind of… cozy. Very vintage Christmas. Nostalgia chic,” you smiled, and she smiled with you, relieved.
“Hey, you don’t need to be nervous about Joonie.”
“I don’t?” You looked up at your sister through your lashes.
“He’s really a sweetheart.”
“I mean, I can tell that from space.” You smiled.
“Don’t be smart, you know what I mean, dummy.”
“Wait, which one am I ? Smart or dumb?” You laughed.
“Goofy. But I mean it. He’s such a good guy. His last relationship didn’t go so well,” the color of your sister’s voice changed then. “It was a long time ago. It was. I’m sure he hardly thinks about it anymore. It’s just, I think we’re all rooting for him to find someone who realizes just how lovely he is.”
Hobi chose just then to come clunking through the front door.
“Look who I found!”
Sure enough, all six foot something of Namjoon was right behind him, bashfully twisting a Santa hat between his nervous hands despite still wearing his little green beanie from the tree farm on his head.
Thirty minutes, my ass, you grumbled internally. But out loud you said : “Hey! You made it!”
He looked so big in your doorframe like that. Were his shoulders going to fit? Surely he was going to get stuck like Santa in a chimney flue.
“Looks like you guys got the tree up no problem.” He offered gently.
“Me and Hobi accessed our inner lumberjacks and got it done.” You flexed one bicep and Hoseok patted it like it was made of steel. You both giggled like the weirdos you were as Namjoon smiled softly, still hulking in your doorway like a vampire in need of an invite to cross the threshold.
“Come inside, you silly boy,” your sister tutted. “You’ve let half the winter in.” She tugged Namjoon’s sleeve as he ducked his head to come inside. God, you wanted to climb him like a tree.
He looked so nervous shucking his snow-caked boots off by your front door. It made you want to put him at ease.
“I can take your coat, and… whichever piece of headwear you’d prefer not to wear,” you eyed his double hat situation for the second time as he seemed to notice it for the first.
“Oh shoot. Am I still?” He snatched at his scalp and realized it was shrouded in green yarn. Pulling the beanie off, he inadvertently gave you a glimpse of his face framed by his thick head of tousled ebony hat hair. You weren’t sure if you wanted to climb up to fix it for him or pull him into your room and make it worse. “Can I use your bathroom?” He blurted.
“Mmm hmm. Down the hall, to the right.”
He thanked you, banking around you and the corner to hide in the bathroom.
As the door clicked shut, you locked eyes with your sister across the room. Even you felt how desperate you looked. She had the gall to laugh at you.
Traitor.
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Maybe this was going to be alright after all.
Sure enough, each of Hoseok’s boys rolled in, each one prettier than the last. The apartment had never been so blessed.
Jungkook brought two massive trays of food from chick fil a with enough side sauces to last until the apocalypse. What a fascinating juxtaposition he was. Wide eyes, innocent pink lips puckered unsurely around a little silver hoop and the dimensions of a Mack truck. How someone with that much ink curling across his skin was allowed to serve the lord’s chicken, you did not know, but you did know that god himself must have had a hand in sculpting his perky little peach of an ass. Glory.
Jimin and his obscenely pretty face brought champagne. Taehyung and his intense eyebrows brought vintage Christmas vinyls and a record player that looked like an old leather suitcase that he’d carried up the stairs on his hip like a briefcase. As soon as he’d gotten settled he’d put on Bing Crosby’s rendition of “white Christmas” and waltzed with Jimin around your kitchen island.
Seokjin brought the good food. Yoongi brought the good liquor. Your sister and Hoseok brought the laughter and joy.
It was a perfect way to spend a December night.
Somewhere during the course of the night, seokjin - who was wearing a Christmas sweater with an embroidered cat on it that he referred to as The Second Coming of Min Yoongi- decided to make an old fashioned popcorn garland for your tree. As he and Yoongi squabbled over how to properly thread a needle, you realized it had been ages since you’d seen Namjoon.
When he’d emerged from the bathroom earlier, his soft skin had been glistening as if he’d splashed water on his face. His hair looked to have been slicked back with wet hands, while one stubborn piece jutted forward to softly frame his brows. You’d gulped down your drink and avoided eye contact, knowing good and well your face was probably screaming “for the love of god, please marry me” every time you looked at him.
In your self-preservation, you feared it may have come across as plain avoidance. You needed to find him.
He’d driven all this way.
The tree farm was so far and he’d been working in the cold all day. Yet somehow he was here in your tiny home, without a single complaint.
Earlier in the night, you’d nearly tipped off your chair ladder trying to put the star on your tree and he’d caught you, scooping you up bridal style like it was as natural for him as breathing air. It was an unnecessary gesture. You really hadn’t been that far off the ground and the show of strength was absolutely welcome but embarrassing nonetheless. You’d been cradled in his chest again and god, it had taken everything in you to fight the instinct to bury your face between his pecs.
“Stop objectifying my sweet baby. You’ll taint him.” Hoseok had teased from across the room.
You’d shot him a death glare as a glum Namjoon had placed you gently on the ground.
“Sorry. Hope I didn’t make that awkward. I just… you were falling and…”
“It’s alright, Joon. Thank you.” Your smile was earnest. You watched the way his reaction played across his face like a movie. It made you want to kiss him. “Besides, I should’ve put the tallest man on the job in the first place.”
His dimples had reappeared then, and you’d felt the oxygen in the room go thin.
You’d been avoiding him ever since.
Pressing up off your IKEA futon and stepping around the push up - off a shirtless Jungkook was currently doing as Jimin sat cross legged on his back and Taehyung counted, you set off to find Namjoon.
In less than six hundred square feet, there weren’t many places he could go. Everyone else was in the kitchen/living room. That really only left the open bathroom, the balcony- which your sister and Hoseok were currently cuddled up on, watching the snow fall- and your bedroom.
You weren’t sure what you’d expected to find when you pushed open the door, but somehow Namjoon folded up on the floor studying the lower tier of your bookshelf actually made loads of sense. You hadn’t been aware someone that large could fold themselves into something so small. His long fingers trailed over the spines of your favorite books and something in your lower belly swirled.
You could have spent the rest of the night just watching him read.
That, however, even in your own home, might be kinda creepy so you decided to announce your presence instead.
“Howdy stranger,” you crooned, leaning shoulder first into the door jamb.
Namjoon startled, clutching his chest like you’d just given him a heart attack. His long limbs flailed, knocking into the bookshelf like the baby moose he was, sending a small picture frame careening down onto his head. It knocked his Santa hat off kilter, leaving the beautiful man looking like a bamboozled disaster.
Your laughter filled the room as he collected himself, straightening his hat and placing your frame back on the shelf. You came to sit beside him, hugging your knee and leaning one shoulder into his.
“Whatcha doing? Whatcha reading, more importantly?” You shot him a pointed look paired with a smile you hoped was disarming.
“Oh. Uh, nothing yet. I didn’t mean to pry. I just… well there was so much going on in the living room. I just wanted to get some air so I stepped in here, but I ended up getting lost in your book collection.”
His fingers trailed their spines again, and you felt a shiver down yours.
“You like to read?”
It was a pitiful question on your part really. Clearly he did. He was surrounded by your personal mini library, and it was the most comfortable you’d seen him be all day.
“Oh it’s the best thing, really. You can learn so much about a person by looking at the things they like to read.”
“And what have you learned about me?”
You felt yourself hold your breath as he looked down, dimples daring to show themselves again now that the two of you were in a private place.
“Well, it seems like you appreciate the classics, for one.”
His finger traced the curve of letters embossed in gold on an ivory spine.
“I went through an intense thrift shopping phase over the last few years. I got kind of obsessive about collecting beautiful books,” you confessed.
“You should come to my store sometime then. You’d love the first editions section.”
There was a pride glittering in beautiful dark brown eyes, the first swell of something like confidence showing in them.
“You work at a bookstore too?” You tilted your head to the side in question as his trademark sheepishness returned.
“Um, own. Co-own, really. Between me, Seokjin and Yoongi.”
“Stop- seriously?” You felt yourself press into his space without meaning to. The sharp, earthy smells of cedar and pine still swirled on him, but underneath that was soft clean soap. You found yourself wanting to press your nose into his throat. You realized too late that your eyes had been doing it for you, and Namjoon had caught you doing it.
Cleaning his throat, something in him seemed to grow bold.
He didn’t shy away anymore. He pressed up off the palms he’d been leaning back on and leaned into your space like you did into his. His thumb pulled your bottom lip out of your teeth, tracing along the edge of it softly.
“Seriously.”He whispered, the timber of his voice deep as winter.
His deep set gaze grew heavy as the moment lingered. You caught sight of his tongue flicking out to wet his full lips as his thumb traced yours and suddenly you felt all your grace leave you all at once.
“You should stay.”
It came out breathy, soft. You knew your face must have given away how molten you felt beneath his touch. He chuckled gently, eyes warm as he smirked. Only half a dimple this time, you noticed.
“Stay?” He arched a brow your way.
“When the others leave… you should stay.”
It was crazy, but the lightheaded part of you that was under his spell couldn’t think of anything else she wanted more.
Suddenly, he was soft again. Eyes no longer serpentine but wide. Kind.
“Is that… would you… like that?”
You smiled at him, sweet as strawberries, and then you were kissing him.
Just once. Slow, gentle, but deep.
There was a hint of cinnamon on his lips. Hobi had picked up some horchata at his favorite taqueria on the way back. He must have given some to Joon. You smiled against his mouth, licked into it once. Felt his chest vibrate with the groan it created.
When you pulled back, he was dazed, staring at you like you were made of stars. Eyeing you like he wanted to know what else you were made of. His lip bitten like he was too hungry to wait.
“Stay.” You breathed again.
“I’ll stay.” He whispered back.
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When the last person had left the apartment, you’d locked the door behind them.
Suddenly it was truly just you and him.
You’d turned, back to your front door and looked at him, eyes sultry, smile sweet.
Namjoon was across the room, too busy drinking you in to remember how to move. But you hadn’t forgotten, it seemed. You took your time crossing the small room. The vivid lights cast bursts of blue and red across your skin- it made your eyes look unearthly, tempting in a way Namjoon was incapable of fighting.
You stopped in front of him, palms pressed to his chest. He felt his eyelids grow heavy at the sensation, but he wouldn’t let his eyes close. Not yet. He didn’t want to miss a moment of you.
You slid your hands up his chest, alongside his throat, skimming his jaw and cupping his face. You stood between his legs and god, did he want to rock his hips against you. You were already leaning into him, your hips pressed into his pelvis. What were his corduroys gonna do? He knew you could feel him already swelling against you.
Your brushed soft thumbs across the angles of his face. He reciprocated by tenderly pushing your hair out of your face. Was your heart racing like his?
Slipping his hands down, he tugged the buckle of your belt forward into him with a thunk. He crept his thumbs beneath the sweater you’d tucked into your high black jeans, and let his fingers swirl against your stomach, smoothing over the dips at your waist. Your body was so soft. He felt himself grow warmer, swell against you harder. When your eyes clouded over and your bit your lip, he knew he was sunk.
“I’m gonna take this off now, okay ?” He whispered, tugging at your sweater as you nodded, glassy eyed and obedient, up at him. Jesus.
Why was he whispering? He didn’t know. It just felt right, he thought. Felt right like being beside you all night had felt. Felt right like he knew being inside you was gonna feel.
When he slipped the sweater up over your head, your earring got caught. A little gold hoop snagged in the knit.
Breathe, he reminded himself, go slow. You don’t have to rush.
He soon realized that was advice he was going to need to take to heart in more ways than one the second he untangled you and saw your glittering smile glowing brightly, saw the way your breasts were spilling smooth and fleshy over the confines of your lacy little balconette bra.
Jesus. Fuck.
Turns out he’d said both out loud and your glossy eyes grew hungrier the longer he looked at you.
“Do something, daddy.” You teased, voice low, gaze heady.
“Christ, y/n,” he drawled as his self-control blacked out.
Soon he was pushing your breasts together, burying his face between them. Sucking one into his warm mouth, scooping the other loose from the dark lace. He had one large hand firmly fitted just behind the buckle of your jeans as the other cupped your breast that wasn’t in his mouth, thumb diligently flicking your nipple until it grew stiff like a meringue peak. He slipped that one in his mouth then, tongue picking up pace his thumb had set and tweaking the nipple on your other breast.
You panted beneath his touch, sinking and molding into him like warm clay in his hands. He wasn’t sure when his hips had started to glide against you, but god, yours were moving too, supple and fluid like water. He needed to get you out of the rest of these clothes. He needed to find out if he could mark your breasts and neck black and purple with his mouth like he wanted to while he fucked you. You really did taste sweet, just like he thought you would. God, he wanted to take a bite out of you.
Pleasantries first though, he reminded himself.
Pushing his head back against the wall, he tried to catch his breath but your nimble fingers were working open the snaps on his corduroys instead.
“Question-“ he asked breathless.
“Answer,” you grinned, triumphant as you finally popped the latch on his pants.
“Jesus, fuck. Cripes.” His eyes fluttered shut as you ran his zipper down and reached beneath his boxer briefs to grab him.
“Which one of those was a question?” You smirked, licking your thumb before brushing it gently across the fleshy tip of him. His stomach dipped in, toned muscle crunching in on itself as your big man buckled under your touch.
“Okay, okay okay. I’m gonna have to ask this quick before you make me spontaneously finish on your tits touching me like that. Whew.” His eyes were blown, head back. Unprepared for you licking more fingers and slipping back down to gingerly play with his balls. “Oh my gooooooood. Okay. Okay. Okay. Marks?”
“Like hickies?” You asked curiously, your hand moving of its own accord to grip him firmly at the base and pull up.
“Yeah, yeah hickies,” he panted, his pretty skin growing sweaty.
“I like that.” You smiled, wide and way too pretty for him to handle right now.”it’s winter. Go crazy, big boy.”
He nodded raggedly, his brow furrowed deep as he bit his lip. He almost looked angry, he had no way of knowing it made you incredibly aroused.
“Tits. I like your…tits. A lot. So much. They’re so pretty.”
You smiled into his throat as you kissed his neck and pumped him silly.
“Joonieee, youre so sweet.” You nipped at his collarbone, giggling at shiver that ran through him.
“Would it… could I… Jesus, woman, why are you so good at that? Screw this. Fuck it. Can I cum on you, your chest at the end of this?” His eyes were direct now, serpentine and lusty as he licked his lips, ran a thumb along the swell of your breast.
“Yeah ?” You ran your tongue along his neck, sending another tremor through him.
“Yeah. You’d look so pretty with my cum on your chest. I mean, they look so pretty already, but Yeah, god yeah I want that.” he nodded.
“Okay. Promise. You can finish on my pretty titties, if you want.” You laughed.
“I want.”
“I’ll even let you fuck them if you want.”
“Christ. You said…what?” He was out of breath, lightheaded from the thought of himself being pressed between the two warm pillowy clouds on your chest.
“Uh huh, if you don’t finish inside me first, that is,” you breathed in his ear.
“Oh my god. Not fair. Get on the bed, now.” He said it with an edge, a grit you didn’t expect from your sweet nervous Christmas tree man. A bite that made you want to obey. Made you want to fuck his brains out. Made you want to be his baby girl so you followed along and played nice. He fumbled with your belt as you melted. You did what you were told and climbed back on up onto the bed, stripping the rest of the way for him along the way.
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As he followed, he pulled his thick wool sweater over his head, black hair falling in gorgeous eyes as he did. The full reveal of his torso left the space between your legs glossy and sticky in ways you hadn’t known it could be. His Jeans and black boxer briefs went next and then he was climbing up and over you, golden and lanky and strong and hung.
Jesus , fuck, Indeed.
He smiled at you, sourdough dimples and serpentine eyes as he slowed down.
“I’m gonna kiss you, okay?”
You nodded, obedient, nervous, eager. You wanted him. God, how did you describe how badly you wanted Kim Namjoon? His lips were plump, sweet, inexhaustibly delicious. His tongue slipped deep into your mouth, his hand firm but sweet on your hip as it climbed up your torso.
Your tits were in his mouth again, tongue flicking wildly as he moaned around your fullness and your nipple. He tweaked the other, switching back and forth as he rutted his too big dick into the meat of your thigh.
“Question,” you gasped, breathless.
“Answer, baby,” his hooded eyes were looking darkly up at you as his thumb slipped its way down to gloss smoothly over your silky clit. You cried out, and he smiled, mouth still filled with your voluptuous tit.
“Daddy?” You questioned, and the primal groan that rattled through his chest and through the sharp twitch of his dick against your leg answered any further queries you had to ask.
“Yes, please, baby. “
He slid up to suck a dark splotch into your neck, his dick sliding up and catching on the slippery ridge of your clit as he did.
“I can call you that ? Can I call you daddy?” You gasped.
He simply nodded, dropping kisses along your collarbone and throat as he lined up to finally slip inside you. The fit was snug, the drag of him along your inner walls sublime as he rocked, working you more and more open to the massive size of him. You smiled, delirious, giddy, as he fucked you like you were divine.
You came three times that night, he came twice. Once inside you and once on your pretty tits. Then one more time down your throat in the morning.
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“There’s not much, but I have…. Let’s see. Coffee, kombucha, seokjin’s leftover gingerbread men… oh and eggs. Can I make you eggs?” You fluttered your lashes up at him. “I’d really like to make you eggs.”
Namjoon looked so cute. Face puffy, lips full. Hair still damp from the shower he took. You’d both been too nervous to shower together, so you’d taken turns and done it separately. You thanked god you actually owned two bath towels to make it possible. He was so adorable. It made you want to cook for the man.
“Sure,” he nodded. Mercy, his voice was even deeper in the morning. He’d barely used it so far today, aside from the sexy groans that had spilled out of him this morning when you’d woken him up with your cheek resting sweetly on his inner thigh and his cock in your warm mouth. (You’d gotten consent the night before, of course.)
“Um, how do you take your coffee? And is scrambled okay? I make really good scrambled eggs.”
He smiled warmly, his gruff exterior softening with your exuberance. He nodded his assent and you got to work getting out the egg carton, your chopsticks, the milk and your lone skillet.
“Oh, wait. Your coffee, how do you take your coffee?”
You turned in your robe, a harsh pivot, just to accidentally end up nose to Namjoon’s sweatshirt covered tits with an Ooof.
He kissed your hair, a deep chuckle from the depths of his throat booming through his chest. He was wearing one of your giant college sweatshirts ( that fit just on the roomy side of just right on him) and his black boxer briefs, his substantial thighs looking gorgeous as ever as he stood barefoot in your kitchen. What a turn of events.
He slipped his sturdy arms around your waist from behind, pushing up against the underside of your boobs and buried his blushing face in your hair.
“Black. Just a little cream is good.” He murmured as you sank back against him.
You weren’t used to how soothing another person’s presence could be.
“Gotcha. I’ll grab the-“
He chuckled, pulling you tightly into him to stop your scurrying.
“Shhh. I got it. Thank you.” He pressed a kiss deep into the skin on your neck. It melted you just a little bit further into the solidity of him.
“For what?”
“Last night. This morning. Yesterday. All of it.”
His confidence dipped again. Cockiness replaced by a sincerity so disarming you felt your heart dip softly. He’s so sweet, you thought as you gently caressed the forearm he had draped over your stomach.
“Yes, well…I ….” it was then you realized you didn’t know what to say. In lieu of words, you kissed his palm.
“You’re already making us breakfast. Least I can do is grab my own coffee… you want some?” He nudged the tip of his nose against the top of your ear.
Being that close to his voice made you shiver. You nodded without realizing it. The sound of his voice made you want to be so obedient to him. Why were you so turned on by him being kind, damnit ?
His hands fitted themselves to your hips, pushing the fullness of your bottom back against his hips. You were about to tell him you take yours with sugar and more cream than coffee when your phone began to ring.
Startled, you bolted out of his arms to find… your sister trying to FaceTime you?
Kissing Namjoon’s cheek, you stepped away to answer. Queuing up the screen, you were thoroughly unprepared for brilliant, happy screams pealing through the phone. There was too much motion to make out an image at first, until finally. you caught a glimpse of sparkle. It was the ring Hoseok had shown you a picture of the day he decided to custom order it for your sister.
“Hobi proposed!!!” Your sister squealed. No regard for the neighbors, this one.
“When?”
“Last night. When we got home. Y/n it was perfect…. I could tell he seemed weird when we were on the balcony yesterday, oddly stiff. Like he was trying to tell me something, but it wasn’t making any sense. I teased him and told him to try again later. I was just being dumb- I didn’t know! but when we got home, I had gone upstairs to change out of my Christmas tree clothes and when I came back. He was on his knees in the kitchen.”
Your sister clasped a hand over her mouth as her eyes filled with happy tears. Smart boy, he’d listened to you and Namjoon.
“Y/n, I’m gonna be a wife. I'm gonna marry Hobi. Y/n, I’m so happy I could cry,” she sniffled as tears spilled over the backs of her knuckles.
“Baby, you are crying,” you teased, your own eyes growing glassy too.
“Hey, that’s MY BABY” you heard Hoseok yell from somewhere off camera.
“She was mine first,” you stuck your tongue out petulantly.
“Congrats, man!” Namjoon cheered from his spot by your coffee pot.
“Thanks bro!” Hoseok called back.
“Wait.” Your sister started….
Oh no.
“Was that…” Hoseok added.
No. No. No. no. No.
“Oh my god. Y/n, was that Namjoon?! Did he spend the night?!? Oh my gosh are you two in love now?!?
Startled you let you out something between a yelp and a shriek, dropping your phone on the carpet.
“Did you hold onto those arms of his all night?” Your sister teased.
“Wait-“ Hoseok interrupted ,” do you have a thing for Namjoon’s arms babe?”
“Everyone does,” your sister quipped.” You do too Hobi.”
“That’s not the point… eh! We’re Balenciaga buddies!” Hoseok cheered, the snap of elastic ringing through the air.
Apparently your phone fell in such a way that the camera gave them a beautiful view of Namjoon’s sleek black briefs and the tree trunks they were stretched around.
“Stop objectifying him!” You scolded Hoseok.
“I will when you do!” He taunted.
“Oh my god I can’t do this.” Pinching the bridge of your nose, you sighed as Namjoon scooped both you and your phone up from behind again
“Then I will.” He whispered in your ear. “Congratulations you guys!”
Hoseok and your sister gushed something sticky sweet about how obnoxiously in love you and Namjoon were and you couldn’t help it, you smiled too. You told your sister how happy you were for her, promising to call her later with all the juicy details before finally hanging up the phone and burying your face in Namjoon’s hard tiddy. Which he flexed for you, god bless him, before also flexing his yummy, yummy arms around you until you burst into a fit of giggles.
“I like this,” he whispered softly, pressing a kiss to your temple.
“Me too…. Got any plans today?.”
“Nope. I’m off the rest of the weekend.”
“Wanna go grocery shopping with me after I cook you eggs?”
“Are you just using me for my car?” He squinted slyly at you with a smile.
“No. That hadn’t occurred to me actually. I was actually planning on using your height and your body for my own personal benefit.” You answered thoughtfully.
“Oh.” His eyes went a bit wide like he hadn’t thought about that option. “Well. Then. Can I use you for yours?” He asked innocently.
“Sure. Although, you should know, I’m all talk. I’m the biggest softie…. I’m pretty sure if you’d asked me to marry you when we were talking tree-sourcing ethics, I would have strongly considered saying yes.”
Crap. You hadn’t planned on admitting all that. This was his fault. He was just so damn sincere. Those stupid eyes of his were so goddamn kind. You kept forgetting to put a guard up around him.
As you braced for him to be thoroughly traumatized by your admission, nothing of the sort came. He didn’t say a word. Instead, he hugged you beneath the ribs and hoisted you in a circle, nuzzling his cheek tenderly into your cheek.
“Oh thank GOD” he exhaled.
“I’m sorry- what?”
“I’ve spent all morning trying to figure out how to tell you how much I like you without making you feel like you might become the subject of the next true crime podcast.” He ran a hand through his silky hair as you stood stunned where he’d set you down to process his words.
“You….”
“Yeah…”
“That bad?”
“Honestly I’m not opposed to taking your last name if you asked me.” He shrugged.
You covered your face with both hands, shaking it ruefully despite the cosmically bright smile on your face. Soon you were both howling with laughter in each other’s arms, smiling into Namjoon’s deep eyes.
“This is crazy! We’re crazy.”
“I know.” He nodded in agreement.
“I like you.”
“I really like you.”
“I don’t know the first thing about you.”
“Let’s find out together, shall we?”
You felt your eyes fill with annoyingly happy tears. “Yeah, okay. I’d like that.”
“You just moved here right?”
“Yeah. Finally- should have done it ages ago. My turn-Why do you and Hoseok have matching designer underwear ?”
“We all do actually. It was Jimin and Seokjins doing a couple Christmases ago.”
“But just one pair each right?”
“Yeah?” Namjoon nodded, brows hunched in confusion.
“Okay. So that means you’re telling me you and Hobi just happened to be on the same daily boxer rotation the day you both fucked a pair of sisters with the same DNA?”
“Please don’t word it that way.” Namjoon grimaced.
“I worded it how it is,” you shrugged.
“My turn. Why do you really want me to go to the grocery with you, Hmm?” He wiggled his eyebrows.
“Besides the company? For the view when I make you stretch for everything I’ve ever needed on the top shelf, Babyyy.”
“Oh my god. Are you serious?” He couldn’t contain his laughter.
“As a heart attack.” You winked.
“C’mon. Show me how you make these super fluffy eggs I’ve heard so much about. I’m starving. The gorgeous girl who owns this apartment milked me dry three times in less than twelve hours. I’m famished.”
Goddamn him and those cheeky little dimples.
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Summary: Y/N gets a visit from the green-eyed monster when she sees someone coming on to her green-eyed boyfriend.
Warnings/Explicit 18+: Smut. Unprotected sex, PinV. Fingering, Oral (f receiving) slight possibility of public sex. Overstimulation. Thigh riding. Angry!Jensen. Slightly insecure!reader. Fluffy!sweet!Jensen. Hints of Dom!Jensen
Pairings: Jensen Ackles x Y/N
Word Count: 3K+
A/N: So, I’ve decided to do all 30 of these writing prompts. I may miss a day here and there, but I’m going to try to do one a day, and I will be completing all 30 no matter what. They won’t always be in order. This fic will be for the prompt: Write about a concert.
I will be putting together a Masterlist for all 30 prompts and adding it to my main Masterlist.
A/N 2: For someone who hadn't written a RPF in my life, all this hot af Jensen content lately is sure smashing down that wall. Cause this is now the 4th entry in this little Jensen x Reader saga. The first three are:
1- The Art of Creating Sex Hair Sexy Hair
2 - Who's Blushing Now?
3 - Like Waves in the Ocean
You don’t have to have read any of the other parts, to read this one, but it might be more enjoyable. Plus who doesn’t love more Jensen smut! 🤤
This will be my final entry in this little Jensen Reader saga. I expect to continue writing Jensen RPF now that I've enjoyed it so much. But this one shot is the last in this little series of Jensen x Reader one shots. 😊
As always, of course this story is about a Jensen from a different part of the multiverse, who is single. This is a complete and utter work of fiction. 😊
The beautiful divider at the bottom was created by @firefly-graphics
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Sometimes I feel, sometimes I feel
Like I've been tied to the whippin' post
Tied to the whippin' post, tied to the whippin' post
Good Lord, I feel like I'm dyin'
As Jensen growled out the last line of the chorus, in his deep, gravelly, whine, you felt a shudder run through you.
Jesus Christ he was hot on that stage!
You looked out at all the screaming fans watching him on stage, some of them seeming as though they might pass out at any minute, and you thought to yourself:
Yeah, same folks, same.
There was something absolutely magnetic about Jensen when he was on stage singing. Even offstage, of course, he always had this ability to draw people in and make them punch drunk while they stared at him. But it was like it was amplified when he was on stage; amplified mic, amplified guitars, amplified Jensen charisma.
His voice was gorgeous, which certainly helped. It had such an incredible range going from soft folk ballads, to country, to rock, to this badass blues, southern rock classic that had all the panties dropping as he sang about being tied to a whipping post.
I mean, come on! you thought to yourself, there's only so much hot as fuck imagery a person can take before we're just a pool of hormones!
As Whipping Post ended, all of the cast came out on stage to sing the final song of the night with Rob and the rest of the band. Everyone was having a blast on stage and the audience was absolutely thrilled to see it. You were thrilled to see it.
This evening had been so much fun! The con was taking place in New Jersey that weekend, and you'd been on a job in New York. So Jensen had invited you to come to the Saturday night concert since it was going to be your only chance to see each other for another week and a half. Naturally you'd jumped at the chance.
You hated that you often had to go such long stretches away from each other. You knew it was just the reality of your lives, both of you travelling so much for work. But it didn't make it any easier to be away from him for so long, sometimes weeks at a time. You missed him from the moment you separated until you were back in his arms.
And lately... lately you'd started to worry. The week before he'd had to cancel a couple Skype calls with you, work stuff he said, and you wanted to believe him. You did believe him.
But your insecurities did not, they kept screaming at you that he was getting bored. That going so long, sometimes weeks at a time, without sex was too much to ask of someone like Jensen. He could literally have women at his beck and call, and you expected him to wait around for your unremarkable ass?
It just seemed hard to fathom, and those insecurities bred fear, fear that one day soon he was going to tell you it just wasn't worth it and he was going to say goodbye. Your fear told you regularly that you should get ready for him to end things.
You did your best to shove those thoughts to the side. Unfortunately, sometimes that was easier said than done.
Finally the song ended and everyone screamed and cheered and the cast waved their goodbyes and shouted their thanks. You saw Jensen leave with the pack through the back of the curtain and waited for him to come find you in the wings.
Minutes later he came strolling around the corner, his smile wide as he spotted you. You clapped enthusiastically for him.
"Jensen, that was absolutely amazing!" You praised.
His smile turned shy and you marveled at the many facets of this man you loved.
"Yeah, the band was awesome." He said humbly and you shook your head, looping your arms around his neck. You ran your fingers through the sweat-dampened hair at the nape of his neck and pulled his lips towards you.
"Yes, the band was great, but I was talking about you, Mr. Ackles." You brushed your lips across his. "You...were...wonderful." You punctuated each word with a kiss, teasing him.
"Mmm..." he moaned as you pulled back. "I gotta go change before we head out." His eyes grew dark. "Wanna come join me?"
You knew he was thinking of the last time the two of you were in a change room together, the very first time you'd hooked up, after you'd done his hair for that EW photoshoot. Jensen had promised that if you came to meet him in his change room he'd make sure you didn't regret it.
And you certainly hadn't.
Now, as though he couldn't help himself, he gripped your head in his two hands and licked your lips open, plunging his tongue inside. As it always did, his kiss made you lose any sense of your surroundings and you fisted your hands in his hair and held him tight to your mouth. You couldn't catch your breath, but you didn't care.
His hands roamed down your back to cup your ass cheeks and press you against the hard on you could feel forming under his jeans.
"Oops, hey sorry!"
Jensen pulled away from your mouth with a sucking noise that sounded obscene. Clearing his throat and licking lips he looked towards the voice that had interrupted.
It was Rob and he smiled sheepishly. "Sorry to interrupt, I was just wondering if you guys were coming. We're headed over to Stadler's Pub for drinks."
Jensen looked down at you and you nodded, blushing. He turned back to Rob. "Yeah, man. We'll be there in about a half hour."
Rob gave a thumbs up and took off, still grinning.
Jensen sighed deeply. "I guess I should actually go change for real." He looked regretfully at your lips before pecking them briefly and then giving your ass a pat.
"I'll be back in about ten minutes."
You nodded and he sauntered away, moving quickly on his long bow-legs.
Twenty minutes later you began to wonder where he was and then finally decided to go hurry him up, vowing not to get distracted from the task at hand, even if he was only half dressed.
As you wandered through the slightly labyrinthine maze of thick black curtains and alcoves backstage, you could suddenly hear Jensen's deep, rich voice and you followed the sound.
You couldn't make out his words, but as you walked around another corner, you stopped abruptly as you heard a fairly high-pitched giggle.
You crept up a little closer, realizing the voices were coming from just the other side of the curtain in front of you.
"Anyway, I'm sorry I've just rambled on and on, but I just had to tell you how incredible you were tonight." The female voice complimented him.
"Well, thanks very much. Glad you enjoyed yourself." Jensen replied.
You peeked around the side of the curtain to see them standing not far from you; they were facing each other and as you watched, the woman took a step closer to him.
Jensen didn't step away.
He'd clearly already been to his dressing room and back; he must have showered quickly because his hair was still wet. He wore a new pair of black jeans and a thin, soft, cream-colored sweater. He looked absolutely gorgeous, and the woman standing so close to him obviously agreed because she smiled and batted her eyelashes up at him.
You felt the sharp bitter tang of jealousy as the woman giggled again.
"I swear, you should have seen how many women you had swooning over you out in that audience!"
Jensen ducked his head and smiled slightly. "It was a good show, everyone brought their A game."
You told yourself to calm down, that it was just a fan gushing over him, as they tended to, and with good reason. Jensen was just being gracious, it meant nothing. But your brain was short-circuiting a little and you blamed that fact for what followed.
The woman got incredibly close and put her hand on Jensen's arm and you felt like the blood vessels might be popping in your head. When she spoke, it just got worse.
"So, I don't know what you've got planned, but my hotel is really nearby, The Marriott just down the street? I'm in Room 1103 if you feel like dropping by."
"Oh, uh..."
You popped out from behind the curtain like an angry magician's assistant, and stormed forward.
"He already has plans, thanks." You reached Jensen's side and latched onto his arm.
Jensen looked a little surprised, but you were too busy shooting daggers at the woman in front of you to pay much attention.
"Y/N, hey!" He pointed toward the other woman. "Y/N this is Heather. Heather, this is my girlfriend, Y/N."
He put an emphasis on the word girlfriend and Heather immediately backed up a few steps.
"Oh wow! Hi." She said looking at you. "I...sorry, I didn't know." She said, and with one more long, wistful, lustful look at Jensen, she sighed.
"Okay, so have a good night." She said and turned away.
Jensen gave a small wave. "Take care." He called to her and then shook his head.
You struggled to make your voice sound normal. "What the hell was that?"
Jensen glanced at you and then away, his smile slightly embarrassed. "Uh...that was me getting hit on."
"Hit on?" You questioned aggressively, "You mean, propositioned!"
Jensen shrugged, not arguing the point. For some reason his nonchalance made you angrier.
"So, what were you going to say?"
That caught his attention and he turned to look at you properly. "What?"
"If I hadn't popped up to shut things down what would you have said to her?"
Jensen's smile disappeared completely and he frowned at you.
"Are you...serious?"
You shrugged still trying to pretend indifference. "Hey, look I'm just curious. I mean stuff like this must happen all the time to you, and I'm certainly not always around to jump out and stop it, so what do you say?"
Jensen stared at you hard for a minute before he spoke. "I say, I'm flattered, thanks, but I have a girlfriend."
"Oh, you're flattered?"
Jensen threw his hands up. "Well Jesus, Y/N, what do you want me to say? Go fuck yourself?"
He shook his head. "What is this all about? Where is this coming from?"
You shrugged. "It's not coming from anywhere. I told you, I was just curious. Cause...I mean...you know, we never really said we were exclusive, so if you wanted to -"
Jensen cut you off. "I'm sorry, what? We're not exclusive? Really?"
He glared at you for a minute and your mind was screaming at you to apologize and just tell him you were being an idiot. But the scared, jealous beast in your chest wouldn't shut up.
"I mean, not officially."
Jensen's jaw was clenched as his eyes bore into you. "So, saying 'I love you' to each other? That wasn't being exclusive?" Before you could answer that question, he was angrily asking another.
"What are you saying here, Y/N? Is this...are you trying to tell me you wanna fuck other guys?"
You scowled at him. "No." Your tone said that he was being ridiculous. "Look, let's just drop it, okay? Let's just go meet everyone at the bar."
Jensen stared at you for a full thirty seconds without speaking; his bright green eyes were like chips of ice. Finally, he responded.
"I'm not really in the mood to celebrate now. I'm gonna go back to the hotel. Are you coming?"
You opened your mouth to argue, but his clenched jaw and hard expression made you decide to just keep keep quiet.
"Fine." You said with a shrug.
Jensen texted Rob to say you weren't coming and then ordered an Uber. You realized that based on what he'd seen earlier, Rob probably thought you guys were cancelling for a much more enjoyable reason. But the ride back to the hotel was silent and charged with unspoken emotions.
When you got back to the suite Jensen was staying in, he tossed his key card on the table beside the door and immediately left for the bedroom.
His continued silence was beginning to wear on your patience, and it was making you start to panic internally.
Fuck, this is it! This is the moment he realizes I'm not worth all of this.
You slowly followed him into the bedroom and stood in the doorway. He was sitting on the side of the bed staring out the floor to ceiling doors that led to a private balcony off the massive King suite.
"So are you just gonna keep giving me the silent treatment, because I dared to question you about the groupies that flock around you?"
Jensen looked over at you angrily, before he stared down at the floor for a minute and then stood up, kicking off his shoes and grabbing his sweater and pulling it over his head. He tossed it over the chair that sat in the corner and turned away from you.
Your stomach muscles clenched as they always did when you were faced with his gorgeous, tanned, torso. His back was always so exceptionally beautiful. So watching it ripple, the muscles moving fluidly under his lightly freckled skin, was putting you in the awkward position of being angry and horny at the same time.
"Jensen, I asked you a question, for fucks sake!" You shouted at him and he continued to ignore you, just taking off his watch and the couple bracelets he was wearing and tossing them onto the night stand.
Frustrated in more ways than one, you stomped over to him and tried to turn him to face you, without much success.
Finally he spun around and towered over you. "Jesus Christ, Y/N, I don't want to fucking talk about this, I thought I was making that clear."
"Yeah, you mean you don't want to talk about it because you're AFRAID to talk about it!" You shouted up at him. "You don't wanna slip up and tell me something that you meant to keep to yourself."
His scowl was horribly intimidating when it was fixed so intensely on you. His voice was hard and raised again as he responded.
"And what the fuck is that supposed to mean, Y/N? Huh? Just what, EXACTLY, are you accusing me of?"
"I'm not accusing you, Jesus!" You yelled. "All I'm saying is that I wouldn't be surprised if...if sometimes you were...you know, tempted...to sleep with one of the scores of women that throw themselves at you."
He was incredulous as he stared down at you. "Do you even fucking know me? I mean who the fuck do you think I am?"
"I know exactly who you are!" You screamed in frustration and fear. "You're Jensen Ackles, hottest man on the planet, the guy who makes all the panties wet -"
"Oh, for fuck's sake!"
"- the guy who has literally any woman he wants just waiting to come running at the crook of his finger, all of them more than willing to fuck you in a heartbeat."
You were breathing roughly and fighting back tears as all your insecurities and fears were bubbling up as you continued volume still high.
"Seriously, you have every woman in the world throwing themselves at you, and I'm gone half the time. It must be hard to just...abstain. I mean, it's not exactly most guys' forte - turning down hot, available women."
You knew you were pushing him, pissing him off completely. But there was a small, nasty voice in the back of your head saying it was better to lose him now than later.
He stalked towards you and you backed up so he wouldn't bowl you over. "Is that really what you think? Seriously? That I can't keep it my fucking pants, I'm too much of a fucking horndog to go a couple weeks without sex?"
He stepped closer to you and his voice dipped lower, though it was still firm and loud.
"Nevermind that I'm skyping you three or four times a week, so I can jack off watching you fuck yourself and listening to you moan and come. That's not enough for me to stay faithful, I guess!" He threw his hands up in frustration. "Gotta get that pussy 24/7 or I'm not happy!"
You chewed on your lip and your voice was small and worried when you spoke again.
"But you cancelled last week. And you wouldn't necessarily be being unfaithful. Like I said, we never really confirmed we were exclusive."
Jensen closed his eyes and you saw the muscle jump in his jaw. When he opened them again, they were still angry, but a different kind of heat was pulsing there too.
"Is this what all this shit has been about? I told you, they switched our filming schedule because a location had to change; and that fucked up my entire week."
You nodded, acknowledging that you'd heard him the first time he told you.
He shook his head. "And as for exclusivity?" He pushed you backwards until you banged up against the glass balcony doors.
He grabbed your face in his big hand, wrapping it under your chin and around your jaw. "You are exclusively mine."
Before you could react he ripped open your grey button down, making you gasp loudly as he palmed your breasts through your mostly see-through bra.
"Mine." He growled as he captured your silk clad nipple in his mouth.
"Jensen...I...I think, I...think we should..."
You broke off with a whine as he shoved a hand up your skirt to rub along the crotch of your drenched panties.
"No." He said, in a voice that demanded obedience. "No more thinking from you. I'm gonna fuck the overthinking right outta your god damn body."
He pulled your ruined panties down your body, leaving them to pool around your ankles. "And I'm gonna make sure you know beyond a doubt that this fucking body," he shoved two fingers into you and you cried out and clenched around them, "this pussy is the only one I'm interested in."
He pulled his fingers out of you and took off your skirt. Then he removed your bra so that you were completely naked, pressed up against the cool, clear balcony doors.
It occurred to you that maybe you should move away from the glass doors. The suite was on the 25th floor, but they had drones now that could -
But then, true to his word, Jensen pulled the worrisome thoughts right out of your head by dropping to his knees and swirling his tongue in your belly button.
Your hands slid into his hair for balance, as he grabbed the back of your thigh and tossed your left leg over his shoulder.
He pressed his lips gently against your sex, kissing it softly. He began kitten licking at your clit and you started squirming, trying to push down harder against his mouth. But he wouldn't let you, his strong fingers pushed into your fleshy hips and held you in place, so he could give you the pleasure you were craving, on his terms.
Finally, after licking and swirling his tongue around your clit for what felt like a torturosly long time, Jensen pulled your teased, and now highly sensitive little bundle of nerves, into his mouth and sucked hard. Your first orgasm of the night, shocked you with its speed and intensity.
You tugged roughly on Jensen's hair as you cried out and he grunted at the pain. As your climax began to ebb slightly, he set to work again, his fingers curling up into you, pressing against your g-spot over and over and easily ripping another harsh and surprising orgasm out of you.
Your head was spinning from two such intense orgasms one on top of the other like that. But Jensen wasn't letting up.
He slid a third finger into you before pushing his tongue in too. Your legs were trembling as he pumped in and out of your wet channel. Occasionally he pulled his tongue out to flick against your hard clit.
After the third time you came on his tongue, your legs gave out but, Jensen just held you pinned against the glass as he finished sucking up every drop of you.
Finally he let your leg drop off his shoulder and scooped you up. You wrapped your arms around his neck and relished the feel of his bare chest beneath your hands as you ran your fingers up and down. He moved to sit on the chair in the corner throwing his sweater off of it and onto the ground.
He sat you up in his lap and settled so you were straddled over his left, denim covered leg.
"Jensen..." You began, but he kissed you silent.
As he pulled out of the kiss, he flexed his thigh muscle, lifting it to press deliciously against your dripping cunt.
You moaned deeply and grabbed onto his wide shoulders for balance.
"Do it, baby. Fuck yourself on me, use my thigh to get off." He picked you up to slam you against his thick hard muscles once again.
"I can't, Jensen," you panted, "I don't have the strength."
"Sure you can." He encouraged.
He moved his thumb down to very gently, very slowly circle your clit, giving you just enough friction that it left you chasing more. You threw your head back and then pounded yourself down on his thigh, nails pressing into his skin where you gripped his shoulders.
"Thatta girl!" He said through gritted teeth as your tits bounced and swayed every time you ground against him.
Your clit was burning from the rough contact with the denim, but you couldn't stop bouncing on him, rolling your hips back and forth, desperately chasing the high that was just inches away.
You moaned pathetically and leaned forward to suck on his bottom lip before you placed your forehead on his, hips still rolling against him.
"Please, Jensen!" You whined again."Please." You bounced against him one last time before he took pity on you and with perfect precision and pressure he circled two fingers on your clit only a handful of times before he broke you again.
You slammed up and down on his rock hard thigh as you came, drenching his jeans with your slick.
When you finally fell onto his chest, completely exhausted, Jensen picked you up again, and you wrapped your legs around his waist.
When he reached the bed he tossed you onto it.
"Hands and knees." He ordered in a voice that got you very close to your fifth orgasm of the night.
You did as he told you, crawling on hands and knees to the middle of the bed. You heard the jingle of his belt as he took off his wrecked jeans and the snap of his elastic waistband as he pulled down his boxer briefs.
Then you felt the bed dip as he came up behind you. He pushed a hand between your shoulder blades. "Pull that pillow over to you and lay down on it."
Again you followed his instructions quickly, already pushing back towards him, desperate to be fucked.
He petted his big hand down the length of your back, gripping your ass in one hand as he lined himself up at your entrance with the other.
He sank into you painfully slowly, holding your hips in check to stop you slamming back onto him.
He rolled his body against you, easing in and out of you at an incredibly slow pace.
You whimpered in need, your exhausted body desperate for him to take you over the edge one more time. But he wouldn't be hurried.
He leaned over you, covering you completely. He entwined his fingers with yours where they hugged the pillow, and spoke sure and strong into your ear.
"You are mine, darlin'" He said, his soft Texan drawl seeping out as it often did when he was hot and hard inside you, or when he was all blissed out from you sucking his cock.
"Tell me I'm yours." He demanded as he snapped his hips forward and drove deeper.
"Mine!" You shouted out in pleasure as you came again, walls clenching tight around him.
"Exclusively yours." He groaned against your skin as his hips pounded against you a half dozen more times before he shouted out his release and fell to the side with his arms wrapped tightly around you.
***
Many hours and many more orgasms later, you were sitting in the warm jacuzzi tub the suite offered in its palatial bathroom. Jensen sat between your legs and you had them wrapped around his trim waist.
He leaned his head back against your shoulder and the position gave you ample opportunity to run your hands and lips across his skin, which you took shameless advantage of.
You ran the washcloth over his broad chest and then brought it up to drizzle water over his thick, round shoulder, before leaning down to sip at the droplets of water that sat on his skin.
He moaned low and happy, a deep, contented rumble in his chest.
You felt it in your core, but you felt it tug at your heart too. You loved to see him like this, and you were so sorry that you'd stressed him out earlier.
You brushed his wet hair back off his forehead and kissed him there. His forest green eyes fluttered open and he smiled slowly, his eyes smiling too.
Your smile was apologetic. "I'm sorry." You opened your mouth to continue and he pulled you down for a wet kiss. When you pulled away you were panting softly and you pressed your lips against his temple.
His voice was gravelly when he spoke. "You said you love me. Do you?"
You frowned. "What kind of question is that? Of course I do!"
"Why?"
You were slightly taken aback. "What do you mean?"
"Exactly what I asked. Why do you love me?"
You thought for second. "So many reasons."
"Give me a few of them." He said, not backing down.
You shrugged somewhat self-consciously. You were a little afraid to give away just how much you loved him, admitting that gave another person an awful lot of power over you.
But you looked down into his shining, Viridian eyes and knew beyond a doubt that you could trust him with that power: he'd never abuse it.
"I love you because..." you started hesitantly, but gained confidence as you spoke.
"Because you make me laugh, a lot. And because you're smart. Because you're so unbelievably kind - to like, everyone. Because I see the little things you do automatically, without a second thought, to make things easier for everyone around you. Because you're a peacemaker and a storyteller! I could quite literally listen to you talk for hours and hours and never grow tired. Because I see how much you hold up your friends when they're struggling. Because you hold me up too. Because somehow you're capable of keeping everyone in your life safe and happy, carried with love and ease on these broad, beautiful shoulders."
You kissed his shoulder again and spoke the next words quietly against the muscle there. "And because you're loyal, and I know you'd never hurt me."
You looked back at him, your expression remorseful. "I really am sorry I let my fears and insecurities get the best of me."
Jensen nodded. "I know." He pulled you down for another brief kiss and then spoke against your lips. "Wanna know why I love you?"
You nodded shyly. He turned to face forward again, pulling your legs tighter around him.
"I love you because your soul is the most beautiful thing I've ever seen." His words struck you hard and tears came to your eyes.
"Because you make me feel like I could fly, like I'm capable of anything. I love you because you're impulsive and you force me to be a little more impulsive too. I love you for the way you love the people in your life, absolutely, and unconditionally. I love how you become a protective Mama Bear around anyone that is being harassed or bothered. I love the way you sass back to people who are unkind, I love that you don't let them get away with it."
He pulled your arms forward around his neck and turned his head to kiss your soft bicep. "But mostly, sweetheart, I love you for the exact, complete person you are. No one else is you. No one else could ever be you."
You nodded, rubbing your cheek on his. "I believe you, and I promise not to forget it."
"Good." He said. "And I noticed that nowhere in your list did you say that you loved me for the fact that I'm famous and/or that I make 'panties wet'." He said, using finger quotes and a giving a roll of his eyes.
You winced.
"Which I'm very happy about. Because you know, none of that stuff is real, the fame, the propositions from random women. None of it means anything. This is real. You. Here. All naked and wrapped around me, loving me...and trusting me to love you too."
You squeezed him tighter. "I will always trust you. I will always love you. And I will always be yours."
You leaned down and kissed him long and hard, until you both pulled away, desperate for air.
"And I will always be yours." You smiled at him and nipped his bottom lip.
"Exclusively."
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series masterlist | part one | bonus chapter
Pairing: Eddie Munson x fem! reader
Summary: You and Eddie continue your affair behind your boyfriend's back. Hoping that you don't get caught.
Warnings: Smut, cheating, slight-bullying, rough-sex, choking, established relationship, actual plot lol
A/N: this is a lil long ngl so please leave COMMENTS AND REBLOGS. Also i didn’t edit this lol
It’s night time, a little over nine. Your parents went over to the wheelers, you’d go but you were expecting Eddie.
Besides, you’re father and Ted would talk for hours. And you’d rather not listen to them or play a campaign with Mike. So you opt to lay on your bed, earphones over your ears. You hum to a song Max had recently put you on to. Your pencil thrums along your homework.
You bob you’re head, unknowing to the man crawling through your window.
His fingertips scratch the top of your head and you jump. “What the hell—” Your back slams into the wall beside you. Your eyes quickly snapping to Eddie’s face. “Asshole!” You yell and playfully slap at his chest.
Then you lay a hand on your own to calm you’re beating heart.
Eddie laughs and lays atop of your sheets. “Missed me?” He places his arms behind his head.
You roll your eyes and scoot to give his long legs some room. “You’re late.” You narrow your eyes. “And you really gotta learn to knock.” You screw your eyes shut. “I nearly got a heart attack.”
Eddie snickers and grabs you’re homework. “What’s this?” He playfully reads it upside down. His eyes over look the paperwork. “I don’t think i can read?” He twists it sideways, making a face.
You giggle and the snatch the paper from him and toss it to the floor. You crawl over to him, knees on either side of his frame.
Eddie throws a playful look to you. “Why, hello there.”
“Hi.” You giggle.
Eddie curls a strand of hair behind your ear. “Parents home?”
“Nope.” You pop the ‘p’ and wiggle your brows. “We’re all alone.”
Eddie smiles. “Music to my ears!” He kisses into the crook of your neck. His hair tickling at your skin.
“Eddie!” You laugh and sling an arm around his neck.
He nuzzles into your touch. He notes how sweet you smell. Figures you showered after practice today, because you smell divine. “…All day I couldn’t stop thinking you.” He kisses into your hair. “You drive me insane sweetheart.”
Your heart thumps at his words. You pull back and cup his face between your hands. “Munson, are you falling for me?”
His eyes slightly grow bigger. “N-No?” His cheeks flush and you laugh again.
You can’t help but tease him. “Good.” You roll off his hips and onto the other side of the bed. A sudden shock of pain shoots up your leg. You groan at the soreness in your core, thighs and shins. Cheer practice was a monster to tackle and so was your coach. She was adamant on you being both a tumbler and flyer. You had more experience in gymnastics then some of the other girls.
And coach, expected you to do just about anything because of that said experience. Sometimes you wonder if you would’ve been cheer captain if Chrissy hadn’t. Sometimes you thought you deserved it more, then you’d feel bad and beat yourself up about it.
Eddie notices and brings a hand to your thigh. His fingers going a little past your bed shorts. Your shorts are a soft pink with little strawberry’s for decoration and color.
“You okay?” He massages the skin softly. “Sore?”
You sigh into his touch. “Yeah.” His hands are warm as they work at your muscles.
Eddie continues his massage until an idea pops in his head. Through his bangs, his curious eyes look to you. A hint of mischief in his gaze, “Wanna try something?”
Your insides flip when you see his lips curl up.
“Does that feel good?” Eddie breaks away, his eyes on you.
You eyes are screwed shut, annoyed that he stopped. You sigh, “Mmhm.” You exasperate.
You’d be lying if you said Eddie didn’t know how to work his tongue. He was phenomenal. He’s been between your legs for only a couple minutes now. Yet he eats you like your savory, and the most delectable meal on planet earth. You forgot all about your soreness from doing splits, and stunts. Your only regret being that you wish you had let him do this sooner.
Eddie purses his lips. “Look,” He starts. “If it’s not feeling good I can stop. Seriously, it won’t hurt my feelings or anything—Well, actually. Maybe a little because this one girl told me I was like the gladiator of head. But it’s cool, I mean I’m cool—”
“Eddie!” You slap your hands onto the comforter. Your arms hold you as you sit up. Your eyes look down to his. You swallow and a small laugh comes from your throat. “It feels,” you smile at him. “It feels amazing, you idiot.”
He slowly breaks into a big grin. “Yeah?”
“Yeah.” You smile again and fall back onto your bed. Your arm splays over your face. Cheeks burning in embarrassment.
He watches you as he brings his lips back down to your cunt. Flicking his tongue up, then down. Licking you so good. He brings his fingers up to your mound, spreading you apart. You gasp when he licks a stripe up your slit.
“How good?” He blows cool air onto you and your fingers clutch at your sheets. You fling your head back when he sucks you into his mouth.
Eddie pulls away to let his fingers slip through your slit, “Come on sweetheart,” Tracing your entrance. Slowing opening you up wide. “Speak up.”
“Ha.” You tremble as his finger slowly pump into you. Your chest and stomach rises and falls two quickly. Finding it hard to breathe. “Eddie, ah.” Your legs unknowningly start to close.
Eddie chuckles as he breaks them apart. “Baby, tell me.”
You practically melt as he adds another finger and his lips, and his tounge. All working in unison to bring you this delectable pleasure. “Hah—its really good.” Your hand attaches itself to his roots. Tugging, pulling him closer to you. “Eddie, I think—”
He laps at your juices. His fingers curl and twist. His speed increasing. Every time he thrusts into you, his thumb massages at your clit. “—Mhm!” Your back arches as he completely and utterly devours you. Your moans fill the four walls around you.
He comes up briefly for air. “You taste fucking amazing.” He groans when he see’s how unbelievably fucked you looked. Glassy eyes, the way your tits are hardly covered by your shirt. His words send you over the edge, then he’s back down to kissing your cunt.
You pant when feeling that familiar twist and roll in your stomach. “Eddie uh,” You try to pulls his head up. You grip at your sheets so tightly, you think your fingers might break. Your moans become sporadic, loud, pleading.
“Eddie!” You try to pull yourself up and away but his arm is looped around your thigh. a tight grip in place.
You can only lay their, eyes screwed shut as he savours your taste on his tounge. “Fuck!” You feel the sudden presure in your stomach rolls off in waves as you come down from your high. Your legs trembles around him as he pulls his fingers out of you. He then comes up, lips wet with your slick.
“Holy shit.” You try to catch you’re breath.
Eddie smiles at you, pleased. “You’ve never done this before, have you?” His brows knit together.
“Mm—mm” You shake you’re head. “I’m usually the one on my knees.” You chuckle at the thought and you catch Eddie’s eye narrow, a glimmer of jealously. How could Patrick not take the time to pleasure you is beyond him. He’s just thankful that he had been your first after all this time of him begging.
You sit up fully this time and reach for his buckle. He helps you in shaking off his pants. Discarding it with his jacket. Leaving him only in a black t-shirt.
His length stares back at you. Your mouth waters.
You reach for him again, wrapping a palm around his cock. He hisses as you pump him slowly, from base to tip. You never bring him to your lips. Teasing, you’re eyes look up to him. You bat them innocently.
“Fuck off,” He chuckles at this. His fingers play with your hair. “You know ha—”
You lightly lick the tip. “Hm?”
He shudders as you pump him again with your hands. “I was watching you earlier—” He flushes at this word choice. “I mean—at practice. I saw you practicing.”
You smile and bring him into your mouth. Cheeks hallow as you suck.
“Shit.” Eddie’s head falls back. Bottom lip between his teeth.
You let him go with a pop. “Did you like what you see?”
You suck on him again. “God yes.” He exhales, loving how warm you were around him. You hum as you begin to bob your head on his cock. Loving the unique taste of eddie and the slight saltiness on your tounge.
When you go to look up, you see his adam’s apple bob up and down as he tries to not fuck into your throat.
“You’re coach,” Eddie slings his head back down. His eyes on you. “Kept yelling at you for you’re limp.” You heart nearly doubles over at that sly smirk on his lips.
It was true, you’d been limping today. You got pain killers from Chrissy, but perhaps using your muscles during practice wasn’t the best idea. You could hardly do the routine properly without doubling over every now and then. That’s the consequence of fucking Eddie “the freak” Munson. He would fuck you into oblivion, and that he did.
“Should we do it again?” His hand finds it’s way to your head. Moving you to a rhythm down his cock. Tears prick you eyes as you struggle to breathe and swallow him down. “There we go…” He moans so loud, you feel wetness between your thighs.
You gag and choke down on him. Manically, Eddie enjoyed this seeing you struggle to take him. And so did you as you watch him unwither under your touch. He holds you, a hand at the back of your head the other rubbing down your cheek and throat. He fucks into you. His face is focused as he slides in and out of your lips. You try to breathe but the task is difficult when your face is getting fucked into. Eddie growls at the sound of you choking. “Good girl—fuck!” He rolls his head back.
It reminds you of when he does it at corroded coffin shows. When he’d hit the last note on his guitar. Boot on the stereo as he lets his hair fall down his back.
Your face is wet with tears and you have no choice but to pull off as hot white cum shoots down your throat. You swallow but in turn, cough like you had smoken a pack of newports. You back away from him, trying to catch your breath.
Eddie looks with wide eyes. “Are you okay?”
“Yeah I’m—” You cough and then laugh. “Just fine.”
You giggle and swipe at your eyes.
Eddie looks to you with a smirk and lays back onto your bed. His hair falling onto your pillows. You make your way atop of him again. Thighs on either side. You shake as you bottom half’s press agaisnt one another.
“Hi.”
Eddie blushes at this. “Hi.”
You bend over to kiss his cheek. Then the tip of his nose, his eye. Any flesh you kiss. He chuckles beneath you. Loving the way you eyelashes lightly tickle his face.
“Y/n!”
You pull away with a smile. He twitches beneath you and you remember you’re both half naked. You look to him. Warm cheeks as you run a hand down his chest. “Eddie?”
“Hm?” His fingers ghost your hips. Bottom lip between his teeth, desperately trying not to roll his hips into you.
You aren’t sure as to why you feel shy about it now. But you’re mouth is dry as you speak, “I want to ride.” You groan into your hand, peeking through through fingers. “You. I want to ride you, Eddie…”
His eyes look to you. Big, doe, and sweet. He then blushes into a full blown grin. “You sure?” His eyebrow lifted.
You giggle at the memory of your first time riding him. You were sloppy, uncordinated. Your thighs burned and you gave up rather easily. You were embarassed to say the least. But Eddie, made you feel comfortable, especially, when he took the lead. Pressing his hips into you, your head thrown back in pleasure. You gulp. “I’m sure.”
Eddie grins wider, he’s more than excited. “We’ll go ahead then.”
You giggle at his ethusiam and reach down to grab him. He hisses as your cool fingers wrap around him. You tremble with anticipation as you bring him to your cunt. The tip grazing your entrance. You sigh as you sink down onto him. “ha..ha..”
Eddie squeezes his eyes shut. The pads of his fingers grace your skin. Gentle, trying desperately not to grip tight and fuck into you. “Jesus H. christ.” He curses beneath his breath when your bodies fully connect.
You sit for a moment. Breath harsh at this unfamiliar angle. You feel more full then usual. You scrunch your nose as you move up, then sink back down. Making eddie dig the back of his skull into your pillow. “Fuck, you’re so god damn warm.”
You flush and try to focus on rolling your hips. Your round them, and Eddie’s hand twitch to grab at your waist and hips. Squeezing you tight. “Shit.” You lean back when finding that spot. You fuck him like this, coming up and down on his cock like it’s your damn job. The slap of skin to skin is music to your ears. Your moans are soft and breathless.
Eddie’s more loud than usual. Especially when you come down to relax and roll your hips onto his. Makes him go crazy, craving more of you. “Yes, that’s it.” He loves the way you get into it. Your hands on his thighs, on his chest. Sweaty, chanting his name like a mantra. “Holy—you’re so fucking hot.”
He looks to you with concerned eyes as you attempt to sink down smoothly, but you come down a little harsh. “You got it?” Your thighs start to burn.
“Mmhm.” You gasp as you roll your hips again.
Eddie places his hands on the familiar curve of your waist and thigh. His hold is firm. “Here.” He guides you up and then down. It’s slow, but your legs don’t hurt as much with his guidance. But horny, you loose patience quickly. Finding the drive to drill yourself onto his cock.
The new burst of energy has Eddie smiling and breathless. “You’re such a fucking slut.” He reaches up to cup your chest. He sqeuezes you between his hand.
You moan at the harshness and how deep he goes into you. You pray, you could perform for the next practice. But you know best, Eddie's dick could leave you hospitalized. It was simply that good. You smile at the funny thought.
"What?" Eddie chuckles beneath you. The hair close to his face, straighter then the rest of his wavy locks.
"Nothing." You grin, your voice shaken as you come back down.
He leans himself up. Latching his lips and teeth into your neck. He suckles at the soft flesh. You throw your head back in pleasure. Moaning at how intense he was on marking you.
"Eddie." You gasp as your core pulses around him. Your hand is at his nape. "No marks.”
The last thing you needed was your mother or father wandering how on earth a hickey ended up on your neck.
He pulls away, skin still between his teeth. He lets you go, eyes coming back to your face. "You're so pretty." His thumb tilts your chin your chin. He leans in and your already meeting him halfway. The kiss is messy, passionate. You mewl at each break, loving the way his tongue moves with your own. This man was a glorious kisser in every which way. “My girl.” He breaks away, his chest rising and falling rapidly.
You blink at this, a heat coming to your cheek. "Shut up." You lift yourself and come back down on him. You use all your strength, sliding up and down his dick with so much ease. It's passionate, aggressive. You feel yourself go else where, your thighs tremble. Eddie helps ypu, despite his nearing orgasm. He weakly croaks as you come down your high.
Your mouth is agape to the ceiling. You’re body adjusts to the second waves rolling off your body. You gasp as you weakly roll over. Suddenly feeling empty.
"Fuck, ha." Eddie melts into your pillow. Tired.
You grin a lazy smile. The soreness between your legs already setting in.
He rolls over to his side. Looking at you, he smiles. A tired smile albeit. You lay for a moment until you reach for your blanket at the bottom of your bed. Laying it flat over your bottom half’s. You two stay silent for a long while. Trying to get your breathing back to what it was.
“Eddie?” You don’t look over.
“Hm?”
“I’m sorry.” Your adjust yourself on the pillow. “About yesterday. Jason was a dick and so was Patrick for doing that…”
Eddie blinks at this. “Oh.”
You sigh. “Yeah…”
Eddie swallows. “It was uh…” He shrugs and looks over to you. “Y’know nothing the freak can’t handle.”
It’s your time to look at him. At that stupid boyish grin on his face. “I don’t know how you do it.”
His eyes are curious when you say this. “Do what?”
You don’t know where to begin. “How you’re like so unapologetically yourself? I don’t know…I feel like I’ve been living this double life for the last few months.” You purse your lips. “ I thought maybe if I tried hard enough, like really hard. That the others would like me and I’d stop getting bullied? And I’d have this high school fairytale of being a cheerleader and be with my jock in ‘shinning armor’. I’d be loved and truly loved for me. But I’m not like these other kids. I’m just—I don’t know. I don’t know who I am anymore.”
Eddie stares at you, his eyes not one leaving your face. A small smile slowly crawls on his lips. “It’s because your a freak.”
You laugh, genuinely. “Yeah. I guess you can’t take that out a person, huh?” You think back to how your life was a few months back. You were social albeit not as social as you are now, innocent to most, a little nerdy. You weren’t an official member of the hellfire club, but you’d occasionally stop by to watch or play a campaign.
Which the others hated, when you played. Eddie would be more easy on you, help you along the way. Something Dustin, Mike and Lucas would catch on too. Calling you a cheater. You swallow at the word in your throat. You are a cheater.
You let out a breath. “And I’m sorry that I blew you off.” You play with your fingers. “I should’ve never done that, I feel like such an ass. We were really close and I didn’t mean to push you away like that.” You look to Eddie. “I’d never push you away intentionally.”
His face is serious as his eyes search your face. “…I know.”
You sigh in relief, Eddie turns his head to the ceiling. Putting an arm behind his head. “Y/n, sounds like you need a smoke.”
You chuckle at this. “I’m trying to pour my heart out to you and you tell me I need a smoke?”
Eddie smiles over to you. With that same stupid smile that has your heart thumping a mile per minute. “But I accept your apology, miss y/l/n” He offers u a hand.
You shake it.
You feel a lot better getting that off your chest. You lay back onto the pillow and contemplate on your next question.
You rest two hands on your chest. “Eddie, if things we’re different,” You chew on your lip. “You think we’d be together?”
When the words roll off your tounge you immediately regret them. Eddie looks over to you, his eyes open. Big and thoughtful. I should abort. You think to yourself.
Yet, his next words surprise you.
“I like to think so.”
He drops his gaze. Now he feels like he’s about to pour his heart out. But he decides agaisnt it, for his own sake.
You stare up to the ceiling. “I like to think so too.” You look over to him. “If only…”
Eddie sighs and looks to the ceiling with you. “If only…”
You guys stay like that for a moment. Just breathing, soaking each other’s prescence. You tilt your head over when you hear a noise. Tap!
“Hm?”
Eddie drops his gaze to you. “What?”
“Did you say something?”
He quirks a brow. “No…”
You squint your eyes over to him. But point them back to the popcorn on your ceiling. You hear the noise again. tap! “Dude.”
“That wasn’t me!” Eddie laughs a little at this.
You throw him a look and scoot off your bed to try the find source. Eddie sits up watching you. Another Tap. You squint as you walk over to your window. It happens again and you see tiny pebbles hit at your window. With quick strides you walk over.
Your heart nearly falls out when you see Patrick standing down below.
“Shit!” You fall to floor, when his eyes meet yours.
“What? What!” Eddie scrambles to get up but you nearly screech at him.
“—Its patrick!” You feel like your about to vomit. You turn on your heels and search for your pants. Hands shaking.
Eddie follows suit, bending over to the floor so Patrick can’t see. “Why is he here!” His words pitched and fast.
You screw your eyes shut as you pull your pants on. “I don’t know!” Your heart pounds agaisnt your chest, you stand and rush back over to your window. You open it with haste.
“Patrick?” Your try to control your breathing.
Eddie stops on the floor. Trying not to make noise.
“W-What are you doing here?” You speech, it’s uncertain and weary. You hope he doesn’t catch on.
It’s hard to make out his face from up high. But you sense something is off. Patrick scratches at his nape. “Is everything alright?” He notices your frizzy hair. “You seem on edge.”
“Yeah!” You shout. “I’m fine.” Your voice cracks and you hope your boyfriend doesn’t hear the lie oozing off your tounge.
Patrick takes a step forward. “Could I come in?”
“Ugh.” You swallow as you hear Eddie trying to pull up his pants again. Y-Yeah, just—”
“Okay.” Patrick motions to the white panels decorating the side of your home. He and Eddie use those to climb up to your room.
“—No!” You shriek. Patrick jumps back at your yelp. You can see his face now. He looks to you with confusion. You exhale, “I’ll open the front door. My parents aren’t home.”
Patrick narrows his eyes with a squint. “Okay?”
You don’t even wait for him to turn around. Your hands close the latch on your window and your hands are on Eddie. “Out!”
Eddie scrambles with his jacket and shoes in hand. You push him into your hallway and into the guest bathroom. “You’re letting him in!” Eddie spits out with distaste.
“He’s my boyfriend what am I supposed to do?”
“Tell him your busy, or your grandma died or something, I don’t know!”
You slap your hand across your face. Groaning. “Just stay here until he leaves, okay?”
Eddie rolls his eyes but nods. “Okay.” He sits on your toilet seat.
As you turn you hear Eddie clear his throat. “One more thing.” His fingers press into your wrist, turning you back to him. For a second, you wonder if he can feel your heart beat pulse.
Then the next, his hand cups at your jaw. Thumb softly circling your skin as he places a chaste kiss to your lips. You hum with pleasure at his familiar taste . When you break apart, the tip of his nose brushes against your own. He holds you there, you’re breath mixing. “…Just wanted to leave you a little reminder.”
You can’t hide your smile as you pull away. “Freak.” You turn again and swing the door shut. Your feet slam down each step as you make your way to the front door.
You take a deep breath, quickly checking your pajamas are decent. Then twist the lock.
As you open it and see Patrick’s face. Your soul feels like it’s been crushed. The bruise on his eye is a deep purple.
He looks to you with a soft smile. “Can we talk?”
Patrick sits on your bed. It makes your stomach churn as he sits where Eddie had just laid mere seconds ago. You gulp at the messy sheet, but Patrick pays no mind. Rather, he pulls at the rip on his jeans. Head low.
You stand around him. Trying to find the words.
“What happened to your eye?” Your words shake.
Patrick looks to you. “I fell.”
You shake you’re head. In your room lighting, you see how purple it really it is. Your stomach sinks. It didn’t look like a fall. “Patrick..” You bite at your nail. “—Did someone do this?”
“No—”
You cross your arms. “—Was it Jason?”
“What? No.” Patrick shakes his head and sighs. “Jason would never do this.” He points to his eye. You find that hard to believe, especially, when Jason had pushed you agaisnt the lockers.
“Are you sure?”
Patrick’s expression on his face darkens. “Jason isn’t like that, y/n. Please stop saying that.” You bite your lips but obey.
“Then who, is this why your weren’t at school today. Patrick—”
Patrick sighs. “It was no one!” He lets out a long breath. “It was no one babe, it was an accident—this isn’t even what I came to you about.” You furrow your brows at this. “C’mere.” He taps on the side of him.
You comply and sit.
“I wanted to apologize.”
When he says this you can’t help but stay silent.
Patrick takes your hand, fingers intertwining. You note how imperfectly you fit in his hand. “I know i haven’t been the best boyfriend…”
“Patrick…”
“No, seriously. I haven’t. I’ve been so caught up with basketball and life. I just want you to know, that i’m sorry. I am so very sorry. Things haven’t been the best at home…but i’m trying. And I should be trying harder for you. And seeing you with that freak last night, really put everything in perspective.”
You scrunch your nose at this. “…You mean Eddie?”
“Yeah.” Patrick shows disinterest by rolling his eyes.
“What you and Jason did was messed up…”
Patrick chuckles back on it. “…I mean it was a little funny.”
You exhale and give him a look. You shake your head. “No, seriously. The bullying isn’t funny. He’s actually a really nice guy…” Your voice falters at the end.
Patrick notices your seriousness. “How do you even know this guy?”
You shrug with false apprehension. “His uncle knows my dad. Family friends. And he just took me home, he looks after me sometimes” You half-life. Your dad did know Mr.Munson. But that wasn’t how either of you met, it was through Dustin, Lucas, and Mike. They invited you to a campaign and that’s where you met him. The freak.
But he was much more than that. You could only wish the rest of Hawkins high could see that.
Patrick looks to you with relief. “Oh, thank god.” He mutters beneath his breath, “I thought maybe…” He shakes his head. “I thought he was trying to get at you…”
“At me?” You scoff in disbelief. “Eddie? No, never.” You laugh. Your acting is so convincing you shock yourself. “Just a friend—we’re friends.”
Patrick smiles at you. “Good.” He lays a hand atop yours. “Just be careful around him, okay? I’ve heard things. Guys a freak.”
You nod. “I will.” You gulp at another lie.
Patrick looks to you, really looking at you. He tucks a hair behind your ear. Your mind plays back Eddie doing the same. “Y/n….I love you.”
You blink at this.
Stunned, a part of you had been waiting for those words to meet your ears. But another part of you feels empty. Those words are just placeholders. Patrick looks at you with his soft eyes, plush lips. Your gaze travels to his bruised his eye, you reach out to touch. Letting the pad of your thumb run along the sides of his wound. You bring your hand down his cheek. He sighs, feeling safe in your grasp. “Patrick, I love you too.”
When you say the words, you don’t think of regretting them. Because a part of you did love him or least wanted to learn to love him. Properly.
Patrick smiles and leans into your touch, bringing his lips to yours. It’s sweet, feverish. Much like the kisses he’d give you when you had first started dating. You hum with contempt, pulling away more conflicted then ever.
It’s when the pound of footsteps going down your staircase has your world crashing back down. The reality of your words and decisions coming to fruition.
Patrick leans back. “I thought you said no was home?”
“Shit.” You stand and rush over to the door. “Stay here!” You say to Patrick and swing the door open and practically sprint down the steps.
You curse to yourself the entire way down. You round the corner to your kitchen and see Munson swinging the back door open.
“Hey!” You grab his arm. “The hell, Munson?” Your voice is sharp. “Patrick, could hear you.”
He looks to you with disbelief and pulls himself away. As if you had scorched his skin. He digs into his pocket for a pack of camels. As he digs, he feet walk to the opposite direction. You grab his leather sleeve again.
“Where are you going!” You breathe. Trying to whisper so Patrick can’t hear.
He places a cigarette between his lips and searches into his pocket for a light. His eyes don’t leave yours. With haste he lights the bottom, taking a swift drag. “Oh I don’t know. Going home?”
He taps the end, letting light fall to the concrete.
You crawl around his new attitude. “Are you okay?”
“dandy.” Eddie blows smoke to his side.
Your purse your lips. “I’m sorry, I didn’t know he was coming.” You shake your head. “Seriously, had I known. I would never let this.” You wave between you to. “happen.”
Eddie blinks rapidly when you say this. Another peice of himself crumbles at your choice of words. He rocks on his heel, trying to swallow the lump in his throat. He nods to himself, the reality of this relationship hitting him like a tom of brick.
“It’s cool.” Eddie scratches at his head. He stares off to the distance. Calming down, “It’s cool.”
You hug the door looking back to make sure patrick hadn’t followed. “Eddie.”
He doesn’t respond.
You curse to yourself, looking back. “Eddie, hey. I’ll see you around, alright?” You speak carefully and slow.
Eddie looks to you, he’s afraid if he speaks he might even cry. Which is pathetic he thinks to himself. “Yeah, sure.”
“Okay.” You nod, slowly pull away and close the door. You’re eyes are glued to the floor as you swing the door shut. Unable to see Eddie as he reaches out to say something else. But nothing comes from his throat anyway. When you slam the door, he curses to himself.
As you turn on your heels your eyes catch to Patrick near the end of the steps. “Patrick?” He’s now leant over on your staircase. “I thought I told you to wait..”
He shrugs. “Who was that?”
You scratch at your skin. “My cousin. I forgot she was sleeping, she’s visiting from… Idaho?”
Patrick makes a face. “The one who got chicken pox last time?”
You wave you’re hand. “No, the other one.”
He chuckles at this, and you sigh with relief.
A smile grows on your face as you walk over and take his hand. But as you follow him back up the stairs, you can’t help but look back to the door. Wondering just what was going on with Eddie “the freak” Munson, and why you were irrevocably fascinated by him.
A/N: I FINALLY FINISHED BITCHES AND DID ALL THIS FOR NO COMMENTS AND HARDLY ANY REBLOGS 😎 LOVE BEING A WRITER, UNTIL NEXT TIME LOVELYs
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Clone | Part 1
Robert Sheehan x Reader x Female!Robert Sheehan | 🍆🍑👀
A/N: I’ve been sitting on this forever and it just seems like a waste to have it languishing in my WIPs folder, so I’m gonna split it into three (increasingly sexy) parts and give y’all one a week. It’s not strictly RPF - more like original characters based on you-know-who. If you like this chapter, please lemme know coz it’ll motivate me to write the *ahem*… climax.
CW: Smutty but very tame by my standards. Includes numerous health & safety violations at work culminating in a blow-job related accident.
Words: 2.5k
Gif by @circumstellars
THE LAB is quiet. Everyone else went home hours ago. As you raise your head from your microscope, you’re not expecting to feel two soft hands enveloping your eyes. The sensation startles you, but then a gentle Irish voice whispers in your ear, “Guess who?”
“Graham Norton,” you say with confidence.
He lifts his hands from your eyes and pops his head over your shoulder.
“Do I really sound like Graham Norton,” he says, pretending to be offended.
You reach up to your boyfriend’s face with a smile and bring his familiar lips to yours.
“Only sometimes,” you say once your mouths part. “How did you get in here? Didn’t you get stopped by security?”
“What, old man Joe on the door?” he asks, perching on the lab stool next to yours. “Nah, we’re old friends, me and him.”
You give him a questioning look.
“I signed some stuff for his granddaughter,” he says by way of explanation.
You roll your eyes; Joe is such a pushover. Considering the kind of work you’re involved in, one would think your employers would be keen to enforce stricter security protocols.
“It should not be that easy to get in here. This is highly sensitive work,” you say, shaking your head as you carefully pack away your slides.
“What’re you working on, anyway?” he asks, squinting to look down your microscope.
You slip your hand over it, obscuring his view.
“Listen, Irish,” you say, using his preferred nickname, “this is top secret shit, okay? You can’t just come in here and start messing around.”
“C’mon,” he says, flashing you his trademark smile. “I’m just trying to take an interest in my girlfriend’s work.” His hands loop around your waist and he draws you closer. You feel his hot breath on your face as his lips find yours again, kissing away your protestations.
His face comes away and you look into his deep green eyes. Much like old Joe succumbs to his charms with frightening regularity, Irish has on more than one occasion convinced you to bend the rules for him with his formidable powers of persuasion.
This is different though, this could get you into a lot of trouble. The lab might be deserted, but still you look around to check if the coast is clear.
“Okay, if I show you this one thing you have to promise me you won’t say a word to anyone,” you say.
He raises three fingers to his forehead and smiles.
“Scout’s honour,” he replies.
“This is Pedro,” you say, lifting the small white rabbit from its cage and holding it tightly to your body.
“Aw, hey, Pedro!” Irish says, reaching out to pet the shivering creature’s ears. “Is this what you wanted to show me? Because I’ve seen a bunny rabbit before, you know.” He pulls his hand away and lets out an exaggerated gasp, reaching up to his cheeks in simulated shock. “You’re not going to dissect Pedro, are you? You monster!”
You bat him lightly on the arm. “No, don’t be daft, I’m not going to hurt him,” you say, carrying the small animal to the other side of the lab. “We’re just going to do a little experiment, aren’t we, Pedro?” you add, murmuring into the rabbit’s soft fur.
You lead Irish and the rabbit to the end of the lab, where two large Perspex cylindrical booths reach from the floor to the ceiling. A short series of satisfying pips accompanies your fingers on the keypad belonging to the left booth, the curved wall of which rolls open, allowing you to carefully place Pedro on the floor inside. A few seconds, the door slides closed automatically and you move to the large dual computer monitors at a nearby desk, tapping away at the keyboard.
“If you’re going to make him disappear, wouldn’t it be easier to use a big top hat?” Irish quips.
“Shush, I’m concentrating,” you admonish him. Finally, and with a flourish, you hit the Enter key.
“Cloning sequence initialised,” says a computerised voice, followed by a flurry of electronic whirring sounds that echo around the empty lab.
Irish’s eyes search for the source of the noise before settling eventually at the end of the lab. Slowly, both cylinders begin to fill with neon green smoke until the rabbit has disappeared completely beneath the heavy fog.
“Pedro!” he cries. “You fucking gassed him!”
“Don’t worry, he’ll be fine,” you assure him.
He steps forward and presses his hands against the Perspex tube, his face illuminated by the bright green mist.
“This is mental,” he whispers, watching as the coloured gas swirls inside the cylinder, before finally being sucked into a vent at the top.
“Subject discharged,” says the computerised voice and the door of the left cylinder rolls open again, a puff of the remaining gas escaping into the lab. Unmoved, Pedro hops out and you scoop him up, placing him on the desk.
“See?” you say, indicating to the rabbit. “He’s totally fine.”
Irish reaches out to pet him and Pedro’s tiny nose twitches with excitement.
“Hey buddy,” Irish whispers.
Now the gas begins to clear from the right cylinder. You both turn to watch as the cloud of green smoke shoots up into the vent.
“Cloning sequence complete,” says the computerised voice.
The door to the right cylinder rolls open and you crouch down to reach inside, pulling out another small, white rabbit.
Irish’s jaw falls open as you stand, bringing the animal over to the desk.
“This,” you say, allowing the two rabbits to make their introductions, “is Petra.”
“What the fu-” Irish says under his breath.
“She’s identical to Pedro in every way. Well, every way but one, obviously. All of the clones have come out female so far. We’re still working out some of the design kinks.”
“You invented a fucking cloning machine?” he says, the magnitude of what he’s just witnessed finally dawning on him.
You shrug: “Well, I helped.”
He crouches down until his head is level with the desk, watching with fascination as the two rabbits sniff each other with curiosity.
Pedro hops around the desk, then approaches Petra from behind, mounting her without hesitation and beginning to rut with a certain level of determination.
Irish gives out a high-pitched laugh: “Ha! They seem to like each other.”
“Oh,” you chuckle, “yeah, they do that sometimes.” You lift Pedro off his female counterpart and place him back down on the desk. “Horny little buggers.”
“Gives me an idea,” he says, rising and turning to you with a familiar look in his eyes.
“Here?” you ask, incredulous.
“Yeah,” he says, wrapping his hands around your ass and drawing you closer. “All this clever clogs stuff really turns me on,” he growls, biting his bottom lip.
You put up a weak protest as his mouth begins to travel around your neck. “Someone might come in…”
“No one’s gonna come in, there’s no one here,” he says, his lips dotting the space behind your ear with persuasive little kisses.
You let out a gentle sigh, signalling your assent. You know it’s risky to fool around in the lab, but you have to admit it’s been a long-time fantasy of yours. Besides, you always let him have his own way in the end - he’s just too damn hard to resist.
“Mmmn… you smell so good,” he murmurs into your neck, his voice melting any lasting trace of resistance on your part.
You run your hands underneath his tank top and press his body to yours, feeling his warmth envelop you.
His lips are on yours now, his tongue teasing your mouth open as his hands move under your clothes.
You start to remove your long white lab coat, but he stops you, tugging it back over your shoulders.
“No, no, leave the lab coat on,” he whispers with a smile, “it’s sexy.”
Now he’s pressing his hands into your flesh over your clothes, drawing you closer as his lips move to your ear.
“Your big fucking brain turns me on so much,” he says, nibbling the side of your neck. “I just want to bend you over one of these lab benches and fuck you senseless.”
As fun as that sounds, you have other ideas. Pulling away from him, you lift his tank top over his head and his fluffy curls bounce around his ears as you drop the garment to the floor. He grins that irresistible grin at you - the one that sparks something raw and animalistic inside you. Feeling bold, you press your palms into his chest, pushing him up against one of the cylinders.
“There’ll be time for that,” you say, allowing him to feel your breath on his face before your lips seek him out again.
He moans into your kiss, his breaths becoming short and staggered as your hands find his belt buckle. You tug on his fly and reach inside for his cock, feeling him already straining against the thin material of his underwear.
His eyes close and he presses his head against the curved Perspex as you palm him, rolling him between your lightly tented fingers.
He exhales one long, jagged breath: “Oh, you’re teasing me,” he complains with clenched eyes, his voice straining under your feathery touch.
You love to watch him like this, each stroke of your hand releasing more whispered pleas from his lips.
Now you’re tracing tiny kisses down the length of his body, dragging his clothes off as you go. You pull his trousers down to his ankles and he shakes his feet out of them, kicking his flip flops off at the same time.
Kneeling in front of him, you grab his naked ass and pull him towards your face, rolling circles around him with your tongue.
“Ah, please, please,” he begs under his breath.
He whimpers as you finally take him into your mouth, pushing his hips against the curved plastic wall behind him.
Slowly, indulgently, your mouth moves over him, pulling him towards you with two firm hands clasped around his ass.
As your lips reach the light scattering of hair at the base, he releases a heavy exhale, the air leaving his lungs in one, long relieved chuckle. You cast your eyes up to meet his and he reaches down to stroke your hair, a delighted smile on his face.
“You look so good like that,” he says, moving his hips in a tentative rhythm.
You start to pick up speed, swirling your tongue around his length with each bob of your head until his back is pressed against the booth, his breathing coming now in short, anguished gasps.
Before long, you’re diving on him, aided by your hand, sucking and slurping, drooling and gagging. He begins to thrust his hips into your face and you sense he’s getting close.
Approaching the edge, his legs begin to buckle and he reaches behind him to steady himself, his fingers scrabbling for purchase on whatever they can find.
As his moans of encouragement ring around the lab, you hear a short series of satisfying pips.
His cock pops from your mouth and you look up at him. “What was that noise, was that the keypad?” you ask.
“Huh? What?” he says, looking down at you over his heaving chest, unable to hide his displeasure that you’ve suddenly stopped sucking his dick at the crucial juncture.
At that moment, the cylinder door rolls open and he topples asslong inside the tube, smacking his curly head hard against the inside wall and landing in a naked heap on the floor.
“Irish!” you call out, scrambling to your feet.
Before you can react, the cylinder door has closed around his unconscious body, trapping him inside.
“Irish!” you call again, hammering on the cylinder to wake him up, but he’s out cold.
Your fingers are frantic, hammering on the keypad, but in your panic you hit the wrong buttons and the machine beeps at you in stubborn refusal.
You race around to the desk, but you’re a split second too late. You watch as Pedro does a slow-motion bounce across the keyboard, giving the Enter key a firm smack with his furry foot as he leaps out of your way.
“Cloning sequence initialised,” says the computerised voice.
“No!” you cry. “No, no, no, no!”
Your shaking fingers bash uselessly at the keys, trying to find a way to stop the sequence, but you know it’s futile - there’s nothing you can do at this point.
“Shit. Shitshitshit.”
You watch as the cloud of neon green gas begins to curl around Irish’s body and you run back to the cylinder, crouching down as he disappears beneath the lurid fog.
“Irish! Irish, wake up! Irish!” you shout, still banging on the Perspex as his bodily form sinks beneath the gas.
“Oh God, ohgodohgod,” you say in quiet panic, pressing your palms and forehead to the tube as it fills until you can no longer make out his form beneath the fog. After what feels like an age, you hear the familiar sound of the vent springing to life, sucking the neon mist off his body.
“Subject discharged,” says the computer as the door swings open.
You crawl inside, choking on the remaining gas as you lean over his crumpled, lifeless form.
“Irish, Irish, baby, wake up,” you plead, cradling his head and slapping him on the cheeks.
His pretty green eyes blink open and he grimaces as he comes to, a hand seeking out the back of his skull.
“Ow. Fuck, my head!” he manages, wincing.
“Oh, thank God. I thought you were dead.”
“No, I’m fine,” he says, struggling to sit up. “Just a bump on the head is all, I’ll live.”
You reach around his head to feel for lumps inside his soft curly hair. He’s not bleeding, but he’s clearly dazed.
“Maybe we should take you to the emergency room, just in case. You could have a concussion,” you say, fussing over him.
“No, seriously, I’m fine, I’m fi-”
“Cloning sequence complete,” interrupts the computer, the synthetic voice bouncing around the lab.
He freezes and looks at you, his eyes wide.
“It only works on rabbits, right?” he asks.
You shake your head, terror visible in your face. “We’ve only ever tested it on rabbits,” you squeak, unable to hide the panic in your voice.
You lift him to his feet and emerge from the cylinder just as the door to the other tube rolls open, releasing a light gasp of green gas into the lab.
You both stand there, your mouths open, as one long leg emerges from the vestibule, then another, followed by a slender figure. Your eyes take in the tall torso, the narrow hips, the slim waist, the small, perfectly formed breasts, the head of long, chocolate-coloured ringlets and then, finally, those unmistakable green eyes.
“Oh, fuck. Irish, what did we fucking do?”
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Angel of the First Degree - Chapter 8: Interlude
Eddie Munson x Chubby!Reader
1323 words
Series Masterlist
Previous Chapters: 1 - Valium; 2 - Carrie; 3: Honey; 4: Starcourt; 5: Buzzkill; 6: Monsterous; 7: Prizes
Warnings: Anxiety; fatphobia including internalised; drug use; bullying; body issues; discussion of body function and fluids; period shame/stigma; disclosure of sexual assault (chapter 2); disordered eating and thoughts of food; shitty/abusive/critical parents; porn magazines; smut; reference to suicide (specifically Virginia Woolf’s); no beta; grief/mourning; warnings updated each chapter
Synopsis: When Eddie Munson finds you in the midst of a panic attack, it is the beginning of something. A fic featuring body and sex positivity, Eddie in a dress, soft small moments, scary big truths, and all the usual special feelings you’d expect from one of my stories.
Chapter Summary: A short interlude to pay tribute to Cliff Burton, born February 10 1962 – died September 27 1986, aged 24.
Author's Note: Unnamed freak gets a name – Gene. Here's why I picked it. I'd love for you to read the End Notes.
It was almost completely silent when you got home. You’d taken a gaggle of the trailer park kids for a little walk, buying a lot of good grace with the neighbours. Not enough to make up for Eddie’s guitar but enough to wipe the slate clean.
You poured a glass of water and gulped it down, looking around for signs of your boyfriend. Walking through to the bedroom, you stopped dead in your tracks.
Eddie was on his knees, hands gripping his boombox radio. He looked like he’d seen a ghost, pale and eyes wide.
“Eddie?” you asked, scared.
He shook his head a little but otherwise didn’t move.
Carefully, you knelt down beside him and listened. It was the news? No, not just the news, it was breaking news.
“Yes… Yes, we can confirm that the… the reports are true. Cliff Burton, bass player for Metallica, has passed away in Sweden. The band are on their Damage, Inc. Tour… A full statement is due any minute now… Let’s… Let’s go to a song.”
The radio presenter had stumbled over their words. Eddie was still frozen, the only movement a single tear sliding down his cheek. It was a painful role reversal and one you were entirely unprepared for. Eddie knew what to do when you were upset. He knew how to comfort and console. Still learning to accept that, you had no idea how to offer it.
“I’m sorry,” you whispered.
Eddie’s lips parted like he was going to speak, but he shook his head again. The phone rang, startling you both.
“I’ll get it,” you said, jumping and running to the kitchen. “Hello?”
“Have you heard?! Has Eddie heard?” It was Gareth, breathless and squeaky.
“Um, yeah. Just now,”
“What the fuck. What the fuck. What happened? I was in town, at the record store. Someone said it was a car crash? Are they going to break up now? What the fuck?”
You didn’t know what to say. The panic in Gareth’s voice made your stomach flip. He was on the verge of hyperventilating.
“Where’s Eddie? What’s he think? I’m coming over,”
“Wait!” you said. “Just… Let me check with him. He’s… not… doing well. Just give me a second, okay?”
“Yeah, yeah. Yeah, sure. I’ll call the others, then call back.” Gareth hung up before you could reply.
Stepping back into the hallway, you saw Eddie still hadn’t moved. When you got to him, you put your hand on his shoulder. Master of Puppets was playing on the radio and Eddie’s grip on it had gotten stronger.
“Eddie? Do you want to… sit up? Maybe sit on the bed?”
He looked up at you. “He’s… dead,”
“Yeah… Yeah, I… heard, I know… Come here. Come sit,” you instructed softly.
Eddie stood and put the radio on the dresser like it was made of fractured glass, ready to explode into a thousand shards any second now. You took his hands in yours when he sat down.
“I’m sorry,” you said again. What were you meant to say to someone in that situation? You’d never loved anything like Eddie loved metal, loved Metallica. What do you do when a hero dies?
“They… they thought he was a guitarist, you know? When they first heard him. Hetfield and Ulrich… The way he played… They thought… He was that good… I showed you,” Eddie spoke like he was trying to remember a long lost moment. He turned to you. “I showed you the Pulling Teeth solo… Remember?”
Eddie looked at you like he’d cease to exist if you didn’t. Nodding, you said, “Yeah. I remember. And… There was another one, right? Another solo?”
“For Whom the Bells Tolls, yeah… He… completed them, you know? What… What’s gonna happen?”
There was no answer.
For a moment, you thought about the band. You thought about how Corroded Coffin were as thick as thieves, so entwined in each other’s lives. If Eddie lost one of them… So, you thought about Metallica, about their loss and mourning.
There was no answer for anyone.
The phone rang.
“That’s probably Gareth again… He wanted to come over,” you told Eddie.
“No… Tell him I’ll come to him. We should… I don’t know… Tell him I’ll bring my guitar.”
With that, Eddie was up and searching his room for something, throwing things out of drawers and into one of his guitar cases with a manic energy that made you uneasy.
In the van, Eddie flicked the stereo from cassette to the radio. Disposable Heroes was finishing, then a different reporter.
“The official statement is that there was an incident with the tour bus,” she said.
“Is Burton the only causality?” another voice asked.
“Yes. Nobody else sustained injuries.”
Eddie switched it off, plunging the van into a cold quiet. You couldn’t help but watch him, his face set in a forced neutral expression.
When you pulled up in front of Gareth’s garage, the door was already rolled, the curly haired boy sitting behind his drumkit. Gene was sitting cross-legged on the floor, hugging his bass. His face was a mess of tears and snot.
When Eddie climbed from the van, Gene dropped his instrument unceremoniously and nearly threw himself into Eddie’s arms. You felt like you were intruding somehow.
Gareth stood and came to be held by Eddie too, Gene retreating to the old couch tucked in the garage’s corner. He took his bass and you had to look away when he started to pluck at notes before beginning to cry again.
When Eddie and Gareth stepped apart, they looked at each other.
“Fuck,” Gareth said.
“Yeah,” Eddie agreed. “Is Jeff coming?”
“Nah, his parents have the car,”
“How’d he sound?”
Gareth shrugged. “Same as us? Esther’s with him.” Esther, who had been Jeff’s girlfriend since their Family Video date. Although you didn’t know her super well, you’d seen her handle pressure with strength and pain with softness. She’d know what to do for Jeff.
You wished you could say the same for yourself and Eddie.
“Do you guys… want some… band time? I can go for a walk,” you offered.
Eddie frowned, reaching out for you and pulling you into him. His arms held you tight. “No. Stay.” His voice was firm, sure.
The four of you sat in the garage until the sun set and Gareth’s parents offered to cook everyone dinner. Gene accepted, unable to move from his bass. Eddie declined on behalf of you both, hugging his friends again before driving home.
“Are you hungry?” you asked him when you stepped back into the trailer.
“Um… No… Not really. You should eat though,”
“So should you. I’ll make something small, okay?”
Eddie nodded and disappeared into the bedroom. Soon after, armed with a bowl of mac and cheese big enough to share and some toast with garlic butter melted onto it, you joined Eddie.
He was sitting on the bed, legs stretched out and playing desk to magazines. He was re-reading anything he could find about Metallica, bringing himself to tears again. When you arrived, he pushed the magazines away and waited for you to climb in next to him.
Food on the bedside table and you in Eddie’s lap, he chewed the inside of his cheek to try to stop himself from properly crying.
“I’m sorry,”
“S’okay… Just another fucked up thing to get through,” Eddie replied, jaded in his grief.
“I love you,”
“I love you too.”
All night, Eddie clung to you like he was going to lose you too. He stayed like that for the week, bitter and skittish. Clingy but distant.
In early October, Corroded Coffin made their way into Indianapolis for a memorial service for the late, great, and undoubtedly talented Cliff Burton. Each major city held events, metalheads and music lovers travelling to pay respect and toast to a life cut too short and a legacy never to be forgotten.
Next Chapter - 9: Halloween
End Note: Cliff Burton picked up the bass guitar when he was thirteen, having previously played the piano. The death of his older brother saw the change in instrument; his parents quoted Burton as saying, “I’m going to be the best bassist for my brother.”
He joined Metallica after the release of their first album, and it was his musicianship and originality that contributed to the success of Ride the Lightning and Master of Puppets – an album considered to be a landmark in heavy metal history. The title track of Master of Puppets was Burton’s favourite Metallica song. His final show was in Stockholm on September 26, one day before his death.
Burton’s legacy is longstanding. To Live Is to Die (Metallica), In My Darkest Hour (Megadeath) are both tribute songs, and albums Among the Living (Anthrax) and The Dark (Metal Church) are dedicated to Burton. When Metallica were inducted into the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame, Burton was included, his father sharing the stage to accept the honour. Burton’s parents donate any royalty in his name to a scholarship fund for music students at his alma mater Castro Valley High School.
Grief never goes away; we just do our best to live side by side with it. When we lose someone we never really knew – like how Eddie would have felt about Burton, like my mum and Bowie, and us and Eddie – it can feel like borrowed grief. Sometimes, it feels like we’re not allowed to mourn. But, what do you do when a hero dies? Grieve and suffer the pain, and then step into the future with hope and humility, and the intent to live the life they didn’t get to.
Thank you for indulging me with this interlude chapter. Angel of the First Degree is a story about healing, and my most open wound is certainly grief. Thank you for letting me explore that, while paying tribute to Cliff Burton, the greatest bass player in the world.
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you may be poison, but sure as hell taste like honey
[Taste Of A Poison Paradise Ch. 3] - Series Overview
Agatha Harkness x Fem!Reader
A/N: Ooohh last chapter!! Thank you to everyone who gave their feedback all throughout ;-; i love all of u! title from oh my god - (g)i-dle
Warnings: 18+, darkfic,mother-in-law!agatha, infidelity and adultery, reader having full-on morality and sexuality crisis, semi-public sex, praising, mommy kink, twisted use of wedding vow, manipulation, agatha the sweet mother that she is having some mercy for his son <3 minors dni!!!
ch. 2
This craving is gonna be (almost gonna be), deadly
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Agatha indeed helped with the pre-wedding jitters. You aren’t even nervous about the wedding anymore. Thanks, or no thanks to Agatha, it was now the least of your worries as other pressing issues filled your mind.
One of the aftermaths was that you were now having illicit thoughts about her fucking you deep until you forget your name.
The term ‘monster-in-law’ is common knowledge for you. Admittedly, you thought Agatha was one of those, but after…everything, you quite can’t place how you feel towards her.
On the other hand, Agatha thinks that the term is not fit for her. The ‘overbearing mother scheming to ruin his son’s relationship who will do everything she can to make him call off the wedding’ does not necessarily describe her. The ‘scheming’, yes, absolutely. She was actually waiting for this since Frank announced your engagement.
You tried to shake the dirty thoughts off, but as you looked at Franklin’s baby blue eyes, you knew you were doomed.
“You may now kiss the bride.”
At the priest’s confirmation, Frank lifted the veil covering your face to capture your lips. You had kissed him one too many times before this day, but why does this one feel so… off? It lacks the softness and delicateness to it that you just had begun to miss (and crave).
The room echoed with applause and cheers from the guests as you both pulled away. Your eyes landed on Agatha, who had a sly grin on her lips.
The woman never left your mind the whole time, and it doesn’t help that in every turn of your head, you could see her with her eyes already on you.
You excused yourself to go to the bathroom farthest from the main venue, wishing there were no other people in there for you to collect your thoughts. As you opened the door, you sighed in relief at the bleak lights and quiet of your little refuge welcoming you.
Leaning against the sink, you stared at your reflection in the mirror, everything that happened in the past few hours came crashing down on you. Your eyes flickered to the silver band on your ring finger glistening under the light.
My god, what have you done?
Guilt, remorse, and shame were all that you could feel as you realized you just cheated on your boyfriend–now husband, with his mother of all people.
It’s technically cheating, isn’t it? Despite the fact that you had done it to ‘teach’ you.
Because you liked it.
You wouldn’t admit it because of your pride and few of your morals hanging on by a thread, but you loved it. You’re probably crazy but you need it–you need her. Agatha is now an inevitable part of your life, and the promise of what’s coming has your stomach forming knots.
Aside from that, you don’t even want to think about the sexuality crisis. Not wanting to think about this complicated stuff right now, you just settled on the fact that you certainly are not straight.
How would you even act normal at your house with Agatha with you? You were beginning to doubt yourself if you could even handle your desire given how insatiable the brunette was. The same thing applies to Agatha. Fuck.
At this point, you don’t even want to think at all.
The sound of the door opening startled you, and your hands moved to open the faucet to pretend you were washing your hands and not totally having an internal dilemma.
“That dress leaves a little to my imagination, don’t you think?”
Your gaze shot up to the mirror, Agatha’s reflection staring back at you as she leans on the wall with a smug look on her face. “I picked it out for you.”
Well, of course, she did.
After the ceremony, you changed from your wedding gown to a white lace edge cocktail dress.
“You know my size?” Heh. What was that response? You internally scoffed at yourself for your attempt in a conversation.
Naturally. She has very observant eyes. How could she not when she had her eyes on you from the beginning?
Agatha shrugged as she walked towards you. She was directly behind you, her hands coming up to rest on your shoulders. “I almost don’t want to take this off you,” she purred, her mouth gently nibbling your ear.
You tried to move away, but the brunette has you cornered. All of your attempts to avoid the walking temptation were futile. Agatha pressed her body to yours, and you shuddered when you felt the bulge of her strap poking your backside.
“You looked gorgeous in your wedding gown, sweetheart,” Agatha rests her chin on your shoulder, looking at you in the mirror. “Not as gorgeous when naked, though.”
“Agatha…” the woman in question renders you speechless again, her hips pressing to you, arms looping around your waist.
She could see the hesitation in your eyes. Agatha knew you would eventually feel this way after being given some time to mull over what happened between you.
But oh, just a few coaxing words and touches here and there will get you to break completely, the broken pieces of you will be for her to fix according to her keen desires.
“We shouldn’t really… do this. I’m married now,” breathlessly, you tried to put on a brave face. “I’m married to your son.”
“Where was this Y/N earlier when you were moaning my name like you’re praying to God? Hmm?”
You stiffened as you realized she was right. Frank was completely out of your mind like he doesn’t even exist. During that moment, it was all just you and Agatha, mostly her, and she knows you know it.
“I believe you were just thinking about your mother-in-law fucking you against the glass, honey. Or am I wrong?”
Your shoulders sagged in defeat as you turned around to face Agatha. You shook your head and buried your face in the crook of her neck. “Don’t act all shy and innocent, you were grinding your pretty pussy on my face a couple of hours ago,” she coos, her tone slightly condescending. Her hands come up to sweetly pat your hair.
“I do want you,” you admitted sheepishly. “But Fra–”
Hearing you admit it out loud, at last, has Agatha teeming with excitement. “Shh. No one will ever know, baby. He will never know.”
The woman gently tilted your head to look you in the eyes. “It could be our little secret.”
You never thought just how hot the color blue could be when you’re subjected to Agatha’s fiery gaze.
She leaned in, leaving a little space – giving you a choice to leave if you really wanted out, and when she felt that you don’t, she had finally captured your lips. A broken moan slipped past your mouth as you melt under her to the hilt. It’s a lot different than how you were kissing earlier, this one all soft and gentle that’s making your heart flutter.
Chattering noises could be heard just outside the door making you pull away from each other, and at Agatha’s surprisingly quick movements, you find yourselves locked behind one of the bathroom stalls. Your eyes were wide as you heard the door open. You were sure whoever that was just heard Agatha close the door in an abrupt manner.
Good thing your back was resting against the wall or else you would have collapsed in fear. Your heartbeat was ringing in your ears as they knocked on your stall, your hands fisting Agatha’s suit jacket tightly.
There's a knock on your stall. “Have you seen the bride?” the lady asked. “We need her for photos.”
Agatha looked at you. “No, I haven’t seen her,” Agatha answered. “Sorry.”
“That’s alright. If you see her tell her to come immediately!” she added before leaving, her heels clicking against the tiled floor.
When she was sure that the lady left already, she slowly removed her hand from your mouth. “Where were we?” she asked, lips leaning in to kiss you with that shit-eating grin on her lips. It amazes you how cocky she can get.
You feel like you had spent eternity making out in the confined space as you draw back, the two of you panting heavily. You were sure your lipstick was just as smeared as hers with the intensity. You actually feel light-headed from all that.
“Did you hear what that woman said?”
You shot her a confused look. “That they’re looking for me?”
“If I see you, I should tell you to come immediately.”
All the blood in your body rushed to your face with the innuendo. “Right here…? Now?”
“Do you always get so flustered?” The nerve of this woman to chuckle at you. “And yes. Unless you want to make a show of how good you are for me?”
“No. And it’s not really fair how you get me all worked up, you know,” you bite back. Agatha grinned amusingly.
“Well, I like seeing you like this, doll. All hot and bothered,” her lips brushed against yours, wandering hands sliding down to cup your pussy, earning a suppressed moan from you. “Soaking wet just for me.”
Agatha laughed quietly as you bucked your hips against her hand. “Look at you, grinding against everything, you’re really desperate for it. Aren’t you?”
She drew her hand back, and promptly replaced it with her thigh, pushing it into your center. “Agatha, just- please,” you didn’t know what exactly are you asking for, but you need her to do something to appease your ever-growing need.
“Try to stay quiet, understand?”
You bite your lips as you nodded eagerly, willing to take anything the woman would give you. Her hands slid down to grip your hips, guiding them to move against her thigh wedged between your legs. Agatha’s mouth moved to place wet kisses on your jaw, biting it very lightly. Your hands moved to circle her waist to pull her much closer, craving more contact.
It was like your body had control on its own as you mindlessly grind down against the brunette’s clothed thigh. She was wearing pants, but you were sure your heat was radiating off from your core.
“Keep going, angel, just like that.”
You very much would have liked to remove your underwear but time is of the essence. You rested your forehead against Agatha’s and whispered, “Mommy, please.”
Agatha groaned at the name and the way you begged – eyes blown black, little whines escaping your mouth, and your hips frantically trying to find a rhythm.
Her right hand moved to tip your head up, grabbing a fistful of your hair while the other came up to cup your jaw. “Open your mouth.”
You complied without further ado, even sticking out your tongue in anticipation. Seconds later, Agatha bestowed you her spit, its trail from her mouth down to yours somehow the most erotic thing you’ve seen.
“That’s my good girl.”
The praise spurred you on. Her hands came back on your hips gripping firmly as she helps set the pace.
“Oh fuck,” you breathed, not sure if that was quiet or loud enough even for the next stall to hear, but all your care was thrown across the room as Agatha’s bruising grasp moves your hips vigorously. “I-I’m close, mommy.”
“Make a mess on my thigh, baby. Cum for me.”
At her command, you let go, your legs shaking as you went over the edge. You clamped your lips tightly, breathy and shaky moans somehow a beautiful sound in Agatha’s ears. Thankfully, her hold on you prevents you from losing balance, with her thigh still lodged between you.
Agatha soothes you as you collapsed into her arms, coming down from your high. “You did so well, baby girl.”
A few minutes later, the woman tidies your slightly unkempt hair out, brushes the tears that gathered in your eyes, and wipes the smudged lipstick on your mouth. You both chuckled when she took a lipstick from her pockets, with Agatha having to scold you halfheartedly because you wouldn’t stop smiling and biting your lip as she puts it on your lips.
“There,” Agatha says, looking at your face proudly. Your cheeks burned when she pressed a kiss on your temple, and then to your lips.
You don’t know why but her affectionate gestures make you feel so safe you wanted to be here forever.
“Look at your mess, honey. Good thing I’m wearing a dark suit,” Agatha mentioned as you made your way back to the venue. You paused to take a good look, having to squint your eyes to make out the wet spot that you caused. “’M sorry.”
And as your eyes flickered just above her thighs, you swear you could recognize the bulge of her strap. She smirked when she saw your eyes widen in realization, looking away immediately and resumed walking as you noticed she noticed you staring.
As everyone hounded the bride for being missing in action for nearly an hour, Agatha watched you sputter out excuses with a drink in her hand. She had you where she wanted you, she’s got you wrapped around her finger, you are hooked.
For her son, well, she wasn’t that cruel. Agatha would let him have this night, this one moment. We all know who you really belong to. You are hers, from this day forward, in sickness and in health, ‘til death do you part.
Funny enough, everyone was too busy to notice the two of you wearing the exact same shade of lipstick.
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1, 2, 4, 11, and 18 for the end of year asks? :0
Aaah thankyou Echo!!! This post might be long, please forgive me!
1. Did you add any F/Os to your list this year? Were they from new media or just a newly discovered love?
Here's every romantic F/O added to the list this year, or at least that I can remember adding this year. Years are long and my sense of time is very warped so it may not be fully accurate.
Most are from new media, or just new parts of media, like the end of the Owl House and the New Pokemon Games. The ones that are new loves from re-visits are Heracross, Smeargle, and Keckleon from Monster Mind, Mario and Luigi from Super Mario, Makarov from Fairy Tail, and Jill from The Wayward Children series.
Though Mario and Luigi are also what I consider my first F/Os, they weren't officially on the list until the movie came out, so I'm counting them in the 2023 yearly wrap.
2. Did you reconsume any of your F/Os’ source media this year? How did you feel about the rewatch/listen/read/etc?
I rewatch Assassination Classroom every year in March and it makes me cry every time. I also replay Hatoful Boyfriend and Holiday Star every December for Kazuaki and Hitori, watch Baka and Test sometime around late Summer most years to ease my seasonal depression, and rewatch Mushishi at least once a year.
Other than that, nothing super meaningful. I rewatched a few LPs of Mario games, replayed through Paper Mario myself, watched Romantic Killer again, Reread Manly Appetites every other month or so, watched The Cat Returns once or twice, played more Pokemon, Restarted Monster Mind (still haven't finished it), and skimmed the Ouran Manga at the library while waiting for them to replace the volume they're missing.
HOWever, this latest reread of Down Among the Sticks and Bones is what got me to finally put Jill on the F/O list, so that feels worth mentioning. I love that book <3
4. Was there anything on your blog that you were particularly proud of this year?
No, not really. My drawings were all very incomplete and sketchy this year with long gaps between them, and my writing really flaked off suddenly, I haven't written more than a paragraph at all this year.
I wouldn't say I'm particularly proud of them, but I did really enjoy making moodboards last month and am kind of waiting for my health to settle so I can get back to them. Making stuff for other self shippers is a lot more fun than writing/drawing for myself atm.
11. Was there new media for any of your F/Os this year? If so, what was your opinion on it?
Yes FNaF Help Wanted 2 came out and gave us New Sun Content and I LOVED IT!!!!! He's such a bitch!!!! A shit!!! A snobby theater kid!!! He's so controlling and harsh I LOVE him <3 So happy to know more about him honestly and that he's not all UwU Caregiver that the fandom made him. I like soft characters, but he's a HORROR character he needs to be a little fucked up!!
18. Did you have a favorite trend in the selfship community from the past year?
I'll be honest, I don't pay much attention to what other people in the selfship community are doing. I follow the tags but if there's like a popular trend thing going around, I miss it every time.
My LEAST favorite right now though is the whole "Stolen from an Anti" thing. I have no qualms about stealing posts it's whatever, but I hate when it's says that in text at the bottom of the post. Just tag it as such so I can filter it please
#Thankyou for asking#Long post#Sorry sorry for the long post I wanted to put all the photos in there!!!!#Aaaah I've been wanting to go back to Monster Mind for a few weeks now but I'm#Soooooo sick I don't have the energy for it#And my MOUSE KEEPS DOUBLE CLICKING#Which would be back for a puzzle game...#Augh... anyway......#Thankyou so much for asking Echo#I'm so sad the tumblr year in review thing isn't happening this year#I really really like seeing who I posted the most about this year...#And using it to make a new banner#Hm what should I do then... I didn't do a Halloween one this year...#I don't wanna just wait till February for my birthday one...#But I can't.... draw.... right now..........#Augh......#I'll figure it out
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lsp episodes ranked by how much they make me want to punch myself in the face out of how upset i am that i cant hug and hold her for 4 hours straight
bad timing is the big one. the entire premise of that episode is basically “what if lsp finally found someone who really likes her and she connects with but it was her fault she lost him” and i love it. it consumes my mind that she could’ve had it all right there. and i really think the cherry on top is the way at the end she begs for bonnie to erase her memory of the whole thing. literally who wouldn’t do the same thing. i would
be sweet is rlly good because it has sweet pea and Also because it addresses that yeah lsp is now on good terms with her parents and doing things for herself and doing well but she still isn’t happy. she still feels alone and disconnected from other people and she regrets choices she’s made that make her feel like she isn’t worth good things other people have. it matters a lot to me because that specific thing of hers pretty much is never brought up any other time ever except in this episode so it’s special. also the part near the end where she sings the little lullaby to sweet pea Aaaaaaa. ya! her soft voice is my fav thing eever 😊😊😊
slime central is another one where it kinda revolves around her self esteem being put into a blender on highest speed lol. her idea of perfect is skating with her friends and having a boyfriend Basically. and that just gets taken away with her, she’s rejected and called terrible and humiliated. and yet after that she’s still herself because like. she has to be. the 2 biggest moments in that ep is when she falls over and everyone in booing and she’s just laying on her back in the dark looking absolutely mortified and after they get kicked out where she’s crying about never fitting in
I KNOW loyalty to the king is not an lsp episode but what there IS of her is really good. just that one scene of her wanting to be whatever the nice king finds most convenient for him and straight up PUNCHING HERSELF to force her body to be smooth.. Its a lot. its a good chunk of her character summarised like yea that 30 second scene is literally her
the monster is super important because it’s the 2nd super lsp centric episode and it does a good job summarising what she goes through throughout the series. trouble in lumpy space is like a basic introduction of her life in the most neutral “nothing has happened yet” state and this episode shows what happens afterwards and how it makes her feel. she craves the feeling of being in control of her life but it’s either not getting that or upsetting her parents so that’s already like. she’s in a bit of an emotional corner. so she runs away and is met with nothing but what feels like just more punishment for just wanting to prove to herself that she can do things on her own. also this episode im PRESUMING is where she discovers her love and deep connection to animals!! which is absolutely one of my favourite aspects of her so fuckin awefomeee
the prince who wanted everything is really really good bc it’s an entire episode basically of her venting her feelings through her fionna and cake fanfic of her oc. it’s mostly reflective of her feelings towards finn, how he was the one who made her really realise her worth, but also stuff about how she prefers to do things that make her feel good and free in the moment, and how she views her parents, even if just internally. also people take the line about lumpy space prince only being able to date “someone who is so much like me she doesn’t even exist” as another like ohh classic self absorbed lsp Moment haha! but i really really like it bc it resonates with me lowkey . lol
princess day is another one that revolves around her guilt for acting the way she does and it being all she knows how to be. from the very start of the episode her mere presence is seen as an offense and an insult to everyone around eachother and so, having not much else to do in that position, she lashes out on breakfast princess. which AGAINNN again is very much a summary of her entire character. people hate her no matter what so she resorts to doing all she knows - being loud and assertive to make people respect her at the very least. this episode is also super special bc it shows us the exact moment her and marcy meet !!! in my mind she’s kinda the first to person to really listen to what lsp has to say, and her troubles and stuff, and she genuinely enjoys her company and lsp is absolutely flattered by how fondly marcy treats her and frankly never stopped being super cautious of it for a while until she Knew she really likes her
summer showers is kind of a blur to me but it is super good. i really like viola and her dynamic with lsp in this episode is cute. we get a whole scene where lsp just ends up venting to viola pretty much completely on accident while trying to tell her how to get the raindrops just perfectly right, because everything in the play has to be top tier since it’s very important to her. this episode gives another peek into how much of a little nerd lsp is which NO ONE talks about. she loves writing, she loves acting things out and being super dramatic and getting really into playing characters, she gets invested in silly things, she’s like best friends with turtle princess for crying out loud. she is cringe!!!!! and it’s adorable and wonderful of her!!!
i talked about trouble in lumpy space before so continuing. i do like that basically her first act in the show is screwing something up completely on accident without her being able to control it (her ability to float suddenly disappearing and that resulting in her biting finn). it’s really really good lol. i love this episode so dearly for 2 huge reasons ; it’s the most we see of early seasons lsp, and it establishes what her life was like before she started being more independent. the people she knew, where she went and how her people view her, her relationship with her parents and her friends and stuff. i feel like without all the stuff we learn about lumpy space in this episode there’d be WAY less to lsp. im just extremely grateful for it because the damn place pretty much never appears again in the entire series apart from the happy place thing in elements and lsp’s scene in the come along with me ending sequence
the creeps, again, not at all An Lsp Episode, BUT it does have a scene that reveals some stuff about her that’s important, which is her inability to really commit to relationships without being afraid. she objects to talking about why she broke up with brad at first but while finn is talking to bonnie she just completely falls apart to the pressure (which is absolutely nothing) and breaks out rambling about how much she regrets it and how she thought all you needed to do to be a good girlfriend was to look pretty. which lfhfhfbfdbdbfbfbfbbfbf. my Girl…………….my poor girl
i dont really have anything to say about from bad to worse lol. she’s cute in it! the way she snatches the instructions immediately and pouts at everyone while doing so and the way she shoves everyone aside talking about how she should go first… So good. also she looks so fucking good with wings can we talk ab that maybe some time
gotcha is like Maybe perhaps my favourite out of all of these. and it’s probably because while a lot of these make me sad with the stuff they all imply about lsp and her insecurities, this one makes me SO happy. how she is at the beginning, how confident she is waltzing toward the treehouse talking about how finn won’t be able to resist her because of how beautiful she is, the way she makes the treehouse cozy for herself without anyone’s permission, her friendship with turtle princess sprinkled throughout the episode, the part with finn tucking her in, THE WHOLE PART WITH HIM SAVING HER SND THEN TELLING HER SHE DOESNT NEED TO BE PRETTY PHYSICALLY FOR PEOPLE TO LOVE HER. AHHHHHH . Good Episode. GOOD. Episode.
sorry for the tone change but as for those last three episodes i really dont have much to say like at all. absolutely all she is in them is a device used for a joke. WHICH IM FINE WITH. ADVENTURE TIME IS A KIDS SHOW AND AN OFTEN LIGHTHEARTED ONE AT THAT I DONT CARE. sorry this description really makes it seem like i dislike how she is in these eps. idk if you could tell but i fucking love lsp always. she could do the most heinous things and id defend her and adore her for it always. she has never done a single thing i dislike NOT an exagggerarion. at all. /srs there ill even say that if it makes you believe just how much i love her. space girl help me
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Robot Chicken #56 “Boo Cocky” | September 7, 2008 - 11:30PM | S03E16
I just realized what the title means. That’s cute.
Man, do I hate this show. I swear to god, I don’t set out to hate this show; I will watch it with an open mind and hope that something in it will be of value and/or make me laugh. A few things get me here and there, but this episode? (spoken quickly, quoting a commercial I vaguely remember from my childhood) I-don’t-think-so.
First sketch of substance starts off with some recreations of scenes from the motion picture Revenge of the Nerds. The joke is that after a montage of mostly-faithful adaptations of key scenes of the nerds committing various crimes (notably the main nerd raping the cheerleader by posing as her boyfriend in a Darth Vader costume) it smash-cuts to them in a court room. They are sentenced to half-a-lifetime of hard time in a federal prison. They get brutalized in there. The show makes a joke that the gay nerd is happy to be in prison because he’s gay. Huh! What an interesting joke for me to talk about humorlessly for two paragraphs:
Hey I JUST JOKEEENG. I am instead going to say opinions about those movies, because I think I’ve seen all of them? I don’t remember the third one almost at all. The first one is the best, but it’s not that good. I have a soft spot for it because it was one of the first R-rated movies I was allowed to see, along with Animal House. At the time I preferred it over Animal House, which is insane to me now.
Michelle Meyrink is in Nerds, va-va-va-voom! The second one is boring and bad, and rated PG instead of R. Ogre becomes their friend in that one, which is usually the domain of animated series adaptations (such as: Murph in the Problem Child movie/cartoon). Parts 3 & 4 are television movies, I think? The fourth one has one or some of the nerds getting married as a pretense for them reuniting. I remember they showed it in 3D that didn’t really work at all. You had to get the glasses from your local Safeway or something like that?
I remember turning the fourth one off early because it was lame, and then the next day at school my friend chided me for missing the much-ballyhooed bachelor party scene, where female strippers came out with like calculators on their bras (as seen in the promos). I watched the movie when the box set came out on DVD, and it was hilarious how gay it was. Literally, I mean, I’m not doing a thing where I am using schoolboy language to take you back to my 1990s Northern California grade school experience of being small and insensitive. What I mean is: the gay nerd gets so excited by the music and sensuality that he jumps on the strippers' stage and steals focus, and his friends all cheer him on instead of getting horny for girls. Honestly, those are some good-ass friends and I’m glad he found them.
I’m not talking about the next sketch yet. First I’d like to acknowledge that I’m doing a thing that I think I swore I would not do, which is use Robot Chicken sketches as a jumping off point to riff on popular culture in a self-indulgent way. I simply don’t care anymore. I like rehashing things I know about movies. It’s the only thing keeping me alive at this point.
Okay the next thing is: Conan of “The Barbarian” fame answers the question “what is best in life”, and instead of delivering what I’m guessing are very iconic lines (I don’t like the Conan movies! I am sorry! I do not retain things from them!) he sings a song that is ironically flowery. He name-checks gumdrops, which seems like very low-hanging fruit when you’re trying to write a song where the joke is that it’s saccharine. Does anyone actually ever refer to gumdrops in any other non-ironic context? Anyway, I REALLY hated this one. The song wasn’t even fun. It felt like a song written by bad comedy writers who don’t normally write songs. Not the worst song to be on Adult Swim, that honor probably goes to the one in Casinko.
Another bad bit: a channel change gag where a big monster carrot eats a rabbit and then says, “did that blow your mind?” at the camera. No. It did not. There’s an unfunny sketch about the Borg infiltrating the Star Trek experience in Las Vegas. My father-in-law is Walter Koenig, so I get to have that over dinner. There’s an okay sketch where a fart outbreak in a mental ward is interrupted by a TiVo menu and off-screen characters arguing about Robot Chicken that results in bloodshed (shout out to Moral Orel, a show Robot Chicken is friends with). There’s a sketch where two sound engineers are oblivious to the fact that the guy in the soundproof booth is being mauled by various fantastical things (zombies, aliens, finally a werewolf).
The last “main” sketch is Saved by the Bell, but it’s Saw. You can tell right away that Jigsaw is Mr. Belding, because they got the real guy to do it. Lotta real guys in this. Dustin Diamond, fresh (not really) off his stint on Tom Goes to the Mayor, is in this as well! Get you a guy who can do both. Anyway, this sucks too, but I guess it’s sorta impressive that they got 80% of the cast to lend their voices to this. I guess. Wait, no, it’s not.
MAIL BAG
Bradley Needlehead rocks
HE DOES. Thank you for bringing him up. I read somewhere, and I also vaguely remembered it on the previously-mentioned AdultSwim.com video commentary that they told DLH that he was his replacement, and asked him to coach the actor to help capture him better. I think I characterized it a little differently. I could probably use a little clarification on that. It is remarkable that Needlehead went on to create China, IL.
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Spooky Woods Experience part 1
Summary: Remy invites LAMP to go to the haunted trail experience where he works as a scare actor. Logan doesn't quite get the appeal nor does he know what to expect.
Pairing: romantic LAMP
Wordcount: 1890
Warnings: Jump scares Ig
Notes: Tuliptober Prompt 7- Flower
@radiocrushstarcrash
(Prompt 6 is only posted on my ao3)
So, I have enjoyed writing some type of Halloween fic for the last couple of years to get into the spirit of the holiday. I thought I might as well work in some Halloween fics and follow the Tuliptober prompts.
Inspired by @tulipscomeinallsortsofcolors Love and Other Fairytales series
Note, I have not gone to a haunted experience like this before. This mainly comes from what I've heard from others.
Logan sighed. “I still don’t see the appeal to this.”
“Oh c’mon, Specs,” Roman started, “It’s a fun way to get into the Halloween spirit. Not to mention, support our friend Remy at his Halloween side job. Besides, this seems like it’s right up Vee’s alley.”
Virgil raised an eyebrow in amusement.
“I’d worry about the scare actors getting heart attacks. They’ve never experienced the protective instincts of our Unseelie partner. No offense, dear.”
“No, I get it. Don’t worry, I heeded your words of caution. I didn’t bring my usual amount of knives with me.”
Logan clearly noticed how Virgil did not say he didn’t have a weapon on him.
“Oh, it will be fine. We can leave at any time. I just thought it would be an interesting experience,” Roman said.
“I doubt much will get to me,” Virgil said.
Roman pecked him on the cheek. “Well, that could be entertaining in itself.”
Patton was already holding Virgil’s arm tightly.
“As long as you are all on board with this?” Logan asked. He gave Patton a pointed look. Patton smiled a little and nodded.
“Yeah, I’m good. I know what I agreed to. I’m not going to say no to an opportunity to seek comfort from my boyfriends anyways.”
Virgil looked down at Patton with a soft look at that.
They stepped up to the sign-in table in front of the trail. The guy there in tattered clothes smiled at them mischievously.
“Welcome to the haunted trail. Beware of what lies ahead, the group ahead of you has not returned.”
Patton made a muted sound and leaned even more into Virgil.
Virgil furrowed his brows.
“That doesn’t sound very good if you’re not keeping track of the groups going through. How are you still running that way?”
“Virgil,” Logan hissed. “He’s probably just saying that. It’s part of the haunted experience.”
“Oh no, I’m totally serious right now. There is no guarantee of anyone making it through that trail.”
Virgil frowned at him. Roman laughed a little nervously.
“Well, we still want to try. What do we have to do to get started?”
The guy tsked and slid a set of papers over to them.
“Sign these. Then you can start on down the path ahead.”
They shuffled over to a space on the table so the next group behind them could move up.
“This is just saying they won’t be held liable for however the scares may affect us. Also, protection for the scare actors,” Roman said. Logan nodded, and they signed.
The trail started off normal.
“It looks like we’re in normal woods,” Virgil said. “How do we know they aren’t interrupting actual fae with this setup?”
“Oh, I doubt it,” Roman said. “This isn’t Wickhills. Plus, Remy would have given us a heads up if he suspected any fae were around here.”
Virgil hmmed.
“I’m sure you could easily tell the difference between fae and the monster disguises anyways. They usually go with different kinds of creatures at these things,” Roman said. Virgil nodded.
“Alright.”
Roman already held Logan’s hand as they walked along the trail. Not that Logan minded at all. There were some signs throughout. Some telling parts of the story of the supposed hauntings of these woods. Some simply ominous warnings of the danger they could encounter.
Logan wondered how much spacing there was between groups. They could hear occasional screams. There were many ominous sounds around them. From wind blowing, creaking, the sound of a chainsaw, chinking, and deadly moans. There was fake fog as well to obscure some of their view. So they couldn’t exactly see the groups ahead.
Patton was looking around occasionally. Virgil was paying attention to the signs. He paid particular attention to reading about the story.
“I’d be curious to know more about human beliefs about hauntings and spirits. It still confounds me,” Virgil said.
Logan and Virgil may be at a disadvantage for the scares to work. Since Logan heard a shift right before a figure jumped out at them from behind the sign holding a bloody axe. Logan jumped only slightly. Roman and Patton shrieked. Patton clutched against Virgil’s side. Roman latched onto Logan, a protective arm in front of Logan.
Virgil blinked at the figure and raise an eyebrow at them. The figure was pretty close to Virgil, in a ghostly appearance, clearly meant to seem dead. They continued grunting and growling at Virgil, not moving, but not going for them either. After a bit they slunk back into the trees.
Roman made a muted sound at that. “Oh gosh, that was hot…”
Virgil shot him an amused look. “You all good?”
Logan took a breath and nodded. The other two nodded quickly as well. The three of them were probably blushing. Virgil chose not to acknowledge it, and simply gestured for them to continue.
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Well, at least they didn’t stick to the same tricks the entire time. Logan had to admire their creativity. Although he didn’t know much about haunted experiences to compare them to. He wondered when they would come across Remy though. The other hadn’t exactly told them what he would be dressed as. Logan wouldn’t be surprised if it was because he wanted to scare them at some point.
The monsters didn’t get to Virgil much. Yet, Logan did notice that Virgil was starting to get tenser throughout the night. And he thought he knew why. Since it wasn’t only one group going at a time, there were a lot of sounds. Many of the little ones could start to get grating and a bit too much after a while. The screams especially were particularly irritating. And they could hear more the further they got. Most of the screams seemed to be from participants getting scared.
But there was also some clearly artificial background noise as well. Likely to leave the path dwellers on edge.
Logan walked around to hold Virgil’s free hand with his own. Virgil flicked his eyes to Logan and gave him a small grateful smile.
“Roman, do you have any idea how much longer is left for this?”
Roman hmmed. “I’m not sure. Hopefully not too much. Getting to be a bit much?”
Logan nodded. At some point, Logan may need to look into how this program kept so many of their sneaks so well muffled. Logan didn’t even have time to see how Virgil started to react.
Because soon upon him, a ghostly-looking figure swung at him from above. Logan screeched and fell back. His breaths came from him rapidly. The figure still hung from the trees right above where she startled him. Virgil hissed at her.
The figure was still screeching at them before she continued zipping past them. There had been a zip line above them the whole time? He certainly hadn’t been warned about the monsters coming at him from above.
Virgil knelt down. “Are you alright?”
Logan took a deep breath. “Yes, I believe so. I just evidently did not see that coming.”
“Yeah, I didn’t know that would be a thing either,” Roman added.
Logan started to sit up when he felt something brush against him from all sides. He blinked and when he looked down simply sighed. All around him on the ground were flowers. He had grown them from his fear response. He didn’t recognize the type though. Something with white and yellow.
There was chattering from a group behind them as they walked up to where Logan and the other three were. They had been talking about a recent scare on the trail that had gotten them. The group stopped suddenly to stare at Logan on the ground. As he was sitting among flowers grown in a clearly unnatural pattern.
Logan heard snickering nearby. He suspected it may be Remy, out of view somewhere.
“…I hadn’t seen any flowers along this trail before.” One of them said.
Another nodded slowly, eyes blown wide.
“Yeah…usually doesn’t go with the spooky vibe.”
Patton laughed a little nervously. Logan smiled at them a bit awkwardly before he reached over and started picking the flowers. The other three helped him. Then Roman and Virgil helped him stand back up, a feat more difficult when your hands were full of flowers.
“Uh, for you.” He said to them, holding the unofficial bouquet at them. His three loves smiled at him. Then they each grabbed some to add to the flowers already in their hands. Their group backed away from the path slightly.
“You can go ahead of us,” Roman said to the group behind them. “We’re done with the trail.”
The group nodded and hurried past them. Roman laughed a little bit at that as well.
“How do we signal to a worker we’re done again?” Logan asked.
Someone started to casually walk up to them from the woods. It was, of course Remy. In a monster disguise, but still recognizable.
“I got you covered babes.”
“How do we get out of here?” Logan asked.
“You’re actually almost through. Here, I’ll just walk with you the rest of the way, and signal to the others you’re done with scares for the night.”
“Thanks, Rem,” Roman said. Remy shot them finger guns.
“Of course. How did yall like it anyways?”
Logan shrugged, “It was an experience. Sorry if I ruined your chance to scare us.”
Remy waved a hand at him. “Don’t worry about it. I was plenty entertained to see normies spooked by your flower display anyways.”
Logan rolled his eyes fondly.
“I mean,” Virgil started with a shrug.
“I wouldn’t be opposed to trying something like this again. Maybe a shorter one though, with less noise.”
Remy nodded at him. “Cool beans.” He brought them off to the side somewhere to get something.
“You just want the chance to scare them back, don’t you?” Roman asked.
Virgil smirked, “Maybe.”
Roman laughed.
“As fun as that would be, it’s probably not fair to the scare actors.”
Remy came back and laid a small blanket over the back of Virgil’s neck. Virgil felt it.
“It’s for like, pressure or whatever.”
Virgil blinked,
“I appreciate it.”
“No problem.”
“I could see Vee enjoying scaring people if he was one of the actors, but that is also probably inadvisable,” Logan said.
Virgil shrugged. “I don’t care all that much about that. I’d rather spend this Halloween season with my loves anyway. In any way that is most enjoyable for them.”
“Blech, yall always get so sappy I swear,” Remy said.
“Deal, Adams,” Roman said.
Logan noticed some of the background noise dimmed. Along with the lack of jump scares as Remy waved in direction of the woods occasionally. He wondered how Remy managed that.
“Ok, you’re good to go. Thanks for trying it out at least. Hopefully, nothing embarrassing came of it.”
“Nah, we’re all good,” Patton said.
“Aside from, well,” Logan gestured at the flowers.
Remy snickered again.
“It could always be worse.”
They still got looks of confusion from passersby who saw their group holding flowers. Logan supposed Remy was right though. It could always be worse. At least this helped the experience be more memorable.
“Let’s do something more calming now,” Patton said. “I think that was a good amount of Halloween spookiness for now.”
Logan couldn’t help but agree.
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Delicious Monsters chapters 25 & 26
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Chapter 25
Already almost a month had passed since we moved, and while October in Toronto was a slightly chilled version of September, in Timmins, it was the signal to begin winter. Snow fell intermittently in soft flakes that coated the ground in a thin dusting, and melted shortly after. Some people continued to stubbornly wear short sleeves as if it weren’t happening.
Me, having lived in the desert of Arizona my entire life: what the fuuuuuck.
Since the Ted-and-Mary incident, we’d had four more weekends of guests, each of them awarding Mom with five stars. One woman, a Black lady who came up from the city with her boyfriend, even claimed that she felt like an entirely new person after staying. That she was going to write a book about it.
And that would be Brittany’s mum.
I knew that the timeline wasn’t off. But the way Brittany's first chapter made it seem, Brittany was Daisy’s daughter!!
I knew that I should be going into the house. Trying to do something about a situation that was clearly wrong. But I dealt with the dead, not with houses who fed on the living. King had basically told me it was too late. It was probably going to get worse.
Of course it’s going to get worse if you continue to not do anything!
If you try every single thing that you know how to do and the house is still taking things from people… Then at least you can leave knowing that you did everything that you could.
There were more butcherbirds than ever now. They coated the trees in dashes of salt and pepper, but the mansion had become their true home. The guests loved them, taking photos and videos. One of them, some sort of bird-watcher guy, insisted that they should have already moved on from the area by now. It was too cold for them. Besides, they weren’t even native to this region.
Considering that every single thing that I’ve read about butcherbirds tells me that they’re ONLY found in Australia…
I think if I saw hundreds of those birds chilling up in Canada, I’d call every freaking member of the audubon society.
This is how you know that the author doesn’t know shit about bird watching: audubon people are freaks (I say this in the nicest way imaginable). They’d cream themselves over these birds.
Ms. Kuru was, as far as I could tell, boring. She took only a weekend to grade tests for at least two classes of thirty because she probably had that much time on her hands. Mom, meanwhile, was on a high of business success and somehow still managed to go into town every week for some sort of social appointment.
But maybe that didn’t make Mom more exciting than Ms. Kuru—just busier.
I think the stupidest part about this description of Grace is that… she’s literally not even doing anything to maintain the property. She’s HIRING people to do it for her, so that she doesn’t have to actually go inside.
Yet by Katie’s own words, Grace never reached out to her. So exactly what is Grace doing that’s taking up THAT much of her time?
“I would suggest that now you take the time to work on your participation more. That’s five to ten percent of your grade in all of your classes.”
I fucking hate participation grades. Especially in these sort of pass-fail classes. Like why do I need to participate in a lively discussion about plant cells? Why are we having a lively classroom discussion in HIGH SCHOOL BIOLOGY?!
It should 100% be enough that the student understands the material. This is simply punishing children who might be feeling socially overwhelmed and awkward.
The door shut behind him, and I stood there with his coat. Shivering, even though it was warm.
Chapter 25 summary: A month passed since they moved in. After the first guests, they were pretty full up after that. Every single person gave them 5 stars. One of them was Brittney’s mum, who had her “life-changing experience”, as Brittany mentioned in her own chapters.
One day in class, Mrs. K hands back tests from last week, and Daisy is surprised that she got a 96%. As she looks through the test, she 1) doesn’t remember learning any of this 2) doesn’t remember studying any of this and 3) doesn’t remember taking the test at all.
After class, Mrs. K tells Daisy that she’s doing well in school. But that part of the education is also participation. I said what I said about that. Daisy’s opinion about all of this is “Blah-blah-blah, whatever.”
She runs from the school, her mind in such a tumbling fog that it takes King pointing out that she ran out without her hat, coat, or even any of her school supplies. She then asks for him to tell her what’s going on, but he says that he can’t. But goes on to say that she already knows what’s wrong anyway, so it doesn’t even matter if he won’t say it again. She begs for him to stay away from her, going so far as to beg him to find her another ride to and from school. But he refuses.
Chapter 26
Nice guys were a weird concept for me. Maybe that was sad, but maybe it was just realistic.
Says the girl who has been moping over a guy who ghosted her, and then gaslit her when she confronted him about it.
Like your experience with men doesn’t have to be this bad.
Yes, there are shit men out there. But holy shit, don’t start stalking a guy who made it perfectly clear what you are to him. (Nothing.)
“We shouldn’t have come here,” Mom said. Her voice was its usual volume, even its usual tone, but there was something else in it that seemed to be missing.
I shook my head. “What are you talking about? We were always going to come here.”
“I asked you if you wanted to.”
Um… no. You don’t get to put this onto a literal child.
Grace, you are an adult. You are Daisy’s mother. You knew how unsafe that the house is.
Daisy is still struggling to figure out this murder house.
This is 100% on you.
More than anything, she had always wanted this house. Known about this house. Made sure I knew about it.
It was always going to be a part of our lives.
King was right. Knowing was useless. Because even when people knew that something bad could happen, they still went through the motions of whatever they planned to do. I knew it didn’t matter if I wanted to go or not, and I still walked around like it did.
I said this in an earlier chapter, but sometimes it takes people multiple times to learn a lesson. Apparently, being in a MURDER HOUSE once wasn’t enough for Grace. She had to come back for round two.
I don’t care about Grace, because she’s a shitty person. But I mainly feel sorry for Daisy, because she went in so goddamned blind to what was going to happen.
“Then why are you so afraid of going inside?”
“I never said that.”
I don’t know who needs to hear this, but normal people aren’t given a FREE manor house, move onto the property, and then don’t set foot inside the house.
But there was a lot of urgency in stopping the house from killing people. I couldn’t give up. Not now. Not ever.
Chapter 26 summary: Daisy doesn’t go home, and stands outside of King’s house. She sees one of King’s aunties walking around, and even goes so far as to assure the readers that the woman’s name doesn’t even matter. The woman acknowledges Daisy, but also basically tells her that she fucked up in regards towards the house. Now the house is screaming, and there’s nothing anybody can do to stop.
On her way back home, Daisy runs into Ivy, who points through the bush that there are police all over the manor property. As Daisy watches, they load up a body-bag while Grace sits on the front steps with a strange man.
Later, Grace complains that they shouldn’t have come. Daisy is quick to call her mum out on her shit. Says that for Daisy’s entire life, Grace has built up the idea of The House. That despite what Grace now says about coming being Daisy’s idea, that Grace would have come, regardless. I’ve said what I said about that.
Grace then demands to know where Daisy goes at night. Daisy is like “What the fuck are you even talking about? I wake up in the middle of the night and hear you shuffling around. Where are YOU going at night?” What’s worse, is when Daisy asks about what happened with the woman, Grace seems to be hiding stuff from Daisy.
As Daisy goes to bed, she thinks about how her biggest problem a few hours ago was that she didn’t remember taking that test. Now, she has to deal with a murder house.
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