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violentdelightsandviolentends · 7 months

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my love if i may request a whiskey with dbf!joel or dbf!bucky with the prompt “i’ve wanted this for so long” and mayhaps if it’s not too much to ask for but some breeding kink👀👉🏻👈🏻

Promises, Promises.

warnings - smut. cursing.

I figured I'd make this dbf!bucky, because i've done a dbf!joel fic for this celebration already. y'all, I read the words dad's best friend and go fucking feral. this one got away from me.

3k celebration post here. 3k masterlist here.

You're the last person Bucky expected to be at his front door at 3am.

"What's wrong, honey?"

"Locked myself out of my goddamn house, and my parents are still on vacation. Can I crash here tonight? Please?"

Who is he to turn down an offer that tempting?

"Course. Come on, it's too cold for you to be stood out here."

The two of you sit down on his couch, settling in to watch some TV.

"Bucky Barnes. Are you watching a romcom?"

He blushes, a slight flush creeping up his cheeks.

"If you tell anyone, I'll kill you. They're my guilty pleasure."

"It makes me like you more, if anything," you grin. He can't help but smile back at you, less embarrassed now.

"Look, my love life is fuckin' terrible. I live vicariously through these cheesy films right now."

"You? Terrible love life? Those two phrases don't usually go in the same sentence."

You're teasing him. Seeing if you can get a rise, hit the right button.

"Oh, shut it. Just because you're on a new date every week."

"I'm... what?"

"Your Dad seems to think you're dating a lot."

You quirk a brow at him, amusement curling at the corners of your lips.

"Is that so?"

"I'm only telling you what I've heard, honey."

He crosses his arms across his chest, biceps threatening to break free from the confines of his t shirt.

"He's wrong."

"Is that so?"

You roll your eyes.

"I have a friend, he's a guy. My Dad automatically assumes we're dating because we hang out. But we're not."

"And why not?"

"I don't know, I guess he's just..." you debate your answer, realising it's now or never. "He's not old enough for me. Not mature enough."

Bucky bites his lip, eyes scanning your face.

"He's your age."

"Exactly. Boys my age don't know shit."

He laughs, but it's dark and low, something brewing beneath the surface.

"You always were too smart for your own good, huh?"

Bucky's thigh is pressing into yours, the warmth from his skin seeping through. His rough fingertips glide across your arm, slow and soft. He's testing the waters.

"I shouldn't want this," he murmurs, barely audible. "Neither should you."

"But I do," you whisper. "So fucking bad."

"Me too."

Bucky grabs the back of your neck, smashing his lips to yours. You grip at his hair, his biceps, his shirt - anything you can get a hold of. You feel like you're dreaming, your filthiest thoughts coming into fruition.

He pulls you into his lap so you're straddling his hips, grinding down and panting into his mouth. You're both breathless, but neither of you want to be the first to pull away.

Bucky rips your shirt over your head, instantly attacking your chest with kisses. He's marking you up, claiming you as his. You should be worried about the repercussions, but you're not.

You pull his shirt off and rake your nails down his front, grinning when he shivers. Suddenly, Bucky stands up, setting you on your feet.

"Strip."

You blink at him, processing.

"Strip, baby. I won't tell you again."

You shimmy your pants down your legs, your underwear going too. Your mouth waters as you watch him undress, admiring the angles and smooth ridges of him. A Greek God.

Bucky stalks over to you and hooks a foot behind your ankle, sending you both flying onto the rug on the floor. He cushions your fall, not letting go of you once. Running two fingers through your wet heat, he groans.

"All for me, pretty girl? What did I do to deserve somethin' this sweet, huh?"

"Need you," you whine. "Please, Buck."

"I've wanted this for so long," he murmurs, lining himself up. "Fuck, you're a dream."

You both gasp as he slides home, your back arching and his jaw falling slack. Bucky rests a hand against the base of your throat, the weight grounding you back down to Earth.

"Need you to move," you choke out. "Fuck, I need it, Buck. Please."

"Oh you need it, do you?" he smirks. "My needy girl."

He snaps his hips into yours in long, careful glides, very aware of the effect he has on you. Before long, his restraint snaps, and his thrusts get harder, quicker, more frantic.

"Gonna fill you up, baby," he's muttering under his breath. "Make you mine. You want that? To have everyone know who you belong to?"

You're nodding rapidly, tears gathering in your eyes, bottom lip caught between your teeth.

"How are we gonna keep this a secret if you're pregnant, huh?"

The thought makes you moan, a breathy, gutteral sound.

"You like that? Want me to make you a mommy? Fuck, I'll give you everything you ask for. I'll buy you a house and knock you up, you'll never want for anything."

His low, honeyed words throw you over the edge, squeezing and clenching around him. Bucky groans, deep and rumbled, the sound vibrating through the both of you. You find your releases together, panting and out of breath.

"House first."

"Huh?" he breathes, raising his head from your chest.

"Buy me a house first. Kids second. Maybe marriage in between."

He laughs, floating and content. You both know he meant what he said, not just a heat of the moment confession.

You stay wrapped up in each other for hours, on the rug in front of the fire.

You'll deal with the repercussions later.

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wakeup01 · 4 months

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Two Twinks, One Wish

“So Charlie, what did you wish for Christmas?”

“Really? Can we just watch the movie?” I say, annoyed.

Daniel had been my boyfriend for about a month now and had recently moved into my flat, just in time for Christmas. Since then things had been a struggle, he would continually whine about my inadequacies - how I didn’t tidy enough, didn’t appreciate him and most of all how I was a terrible top.

See, the problem was, we were both twinks. We had the same skinny body type, with barely any muscle definition. The only real difference being he had the better ass. Admittedly, I had a severe lack of confidence in the bedroom, frequently failing to get in the mood. Daniel on the other hand was very particular about what he liked and what he expected.

“Come on! You must be able to think of something. God knows there’s enough things you can be better at…” Daniel chastised.

Even now he had turned a harmless movie night into another chance to take petty digs. We were on the couch watching some cheesy xmas film, where the protagonist makes wishes that magically come true. Now he was insisting for me to make some stupid wish.

“Why don’t you go first? You seem to have a lot of ideas in mind.” I shoot back, not taking my eyes off the screen.

“Hmm, I got the perfect one! Charlie, I wish… you were a better top!” He laughs and nudges into my shoulder.

I roll my eyes, of course, I should of guessed this is where things were heading. Ugh. Out of nowhere I feel a chill wash over my whole body and a tightness take hold in my chest. After a moment the feeling subsides.

“Very funny. Have you been thinking that one up all night.” My voice dripping in sarcasm.

I shift in my seat slightly, a dull warmth emanating from my crotch. I must be feeling unwell, I’m definitely not being turned on by his degrading remarks. But the heat doesn’t fade, in fact it only grows in intensity. I get the impulse to grope at my growing bulge, the tightness straining against my jeans. Daniel would never live it down If I did, but it was becoming rather uncomfortable.

“You look a little flustered there… ah. I see. Are you really getting horny from this? Christ, you’re pathetic.” Daniel scolds, reaching his hand down.

Before I can object he unzips my trousers and pulls down the waistband of my briefs. My cock bursts forth and slaps against my chest, pre already leaking from it’s tip. Except it’s not my cock, this monster is almost twice my normal size. And my balls are inflating in front of my very eyes.

“What the hell?” I shout.

“Woah, oh shit, it’s working. It’s a Christmas miracle!” He exclaims in barely contained glee.

“Daniel, what did you do!” My voice cracks.

My dick continues to snake up my torso, going from 5 inches, to 7 then to 8. As it grows, so does my hornyness, overpowering my head as I fall into a drunken stupor. This is the most intense erection I’ve ever felt. My hand rubs up and down the entire length and I attempt to wrap my fingers around it, before discovering its girth is now thicker than my hand.

“Nice cock ‘bro’. Good tops are well equipped downstairs. And now, you are too. Hahaha” I look over and see him smirk at me.

He’s enjoying this far too much for my liking, but I’m in no position to fight back. Why did he make that stupid wish, I better not be stuck with this forever. At this point I don’t think my cock would even fit into any underwear I own. How exactly can I walk around with this thing swinging between my legs.

“You know who makes good tops? Jocks. That cocky attitude and carefree nature, coasting through life without thinking.” Daniel suggests, wistfully.

Jocks are also narcissistic morons. And I’m certainly not going to be one just to be a better ‘top’. I’m suddenly distracted by a chafing from my rear, a pair of straps seem to be cupping the cheeks of my tight butt. Below my balls now sits a stained pouch, the smell of musk rising from it hits my nose and I recoil.

“I think it’s jockstraps only from now on Charlie. And woof, sweaty ones at that.”

All of my senses are being overpowered, it’s like my head is in a vice that keeps on tightening. The film in front of me becomes a blur, my focus shattered by the intense pleasure from my new cock.

“Cock.” I blurt out.

I hear Daniel laughing from out of view.

My head is starved of oxygen as all the blood rushes to my groin, I’ve never been this horny before. I feel the strangest sensation as my brain thickens, filling up with throbbing meat. All the space padded out until I’m holding up a heavy dumbbell on the end of my neck. My thoughts were still there, somewhere, but it took so long to find them. It was quicker and easier to just embrace jockdom, stop worrying so much and just go along with the flow. If I was unsure of what to say then bro, I’d just say ‘bro’! A bro can fill in sentences with ‘bro’ and everyone will know what a bro they are. And bro? Being labeled as a dumb bro means no one expects anything meaningful from me. Brawn over brains is the mantra of my life dude.

“Jock’s also like to wear their bro-hood on their sleeves, and in your case, quite literally.”

As soon as the words leave his mouth I feel a sharp pain, as if a hundred needles are stabbing down my arm. I brace myself before glancing down. And there it was, 🍖 the meat emoji tattooed on my left hand. Huhhuh, awesome bro. Branded a meathead for life.

“Bro?” I ask slowly, my voice now considerably deeper.

“Yeah ‘Chad?’” Daniel emphasises.

The name immediately sticks to me like glue. Chad. I am such a Chad. I have some distant recollection of being someone else, but I can’t be bothered to search my brain for it. There’s a more pressing concern.

“Bruh, I need to empty my balls.” I grunt. The pressure from my engorged member becoming unbearable.

“Then you know what to do. Good muscle tops have their cocks milked every day.”

I grip my cock and begin pumping in earnest, my jaw hanging open. As I masturbate, my hands and arms bulk up with muscle. I see my veins very noticeably pop out. I feel a desperate urge to flex, letting one hand go from my dick. I ball it into a fist and raise it to the side of my head, squeezing my biceps. My arm pulses with meat, sending a vain satisfaction to my pleasure center.

“Good dumb tops spend all their time in the gym or on the field. Sculpting their body into the perfect chiselled shape.” His nasally voice instructs.

Muscle continues to form all over my lithe frame; my shoulders broaden and my chest ripples into a tight 6 pack. My clothes are loudly ripped to shreds. Memories enter my head of spending hours working out, of hanging with the other jocks and forming a vacant facade of a personality. Sweat drips from my hairy armpits, staining the couch under me. The room quickly starts smelling like a gym, my rank feet tearing free from my socks. My face cracks as it squares out into a more defined outline, brow growing heavy above my distant eyes. My body is now taking up most of the couch as Daniel budges over to the side. I quicken my pace, pumping now with both hands. My balls tighten.

“Fuck yeah brah.” I roar, reaching climax.

My cock spurts rope after rope of musky cum directly at my face, I’m left covered in my own seed. Daniel leans over to me and begins to eagerly lick at my face. He savours my taste on his tongue before swallowing. The sign of an expert bottom, huhuhu.

“Mmm. Great Tops know how to take control. And you’re a great top Chad.” Daniel moans in lust.

He’s right.

“Dude, this film is fucking dull. I’m changing to the sports channel bro. There’s a sick game playing today.” My hands take the remote and switch to a noisy football game.

I grab Daniels’s tiny little body and force him onto my lap. I flex again and push his face into my armpit. His tongue drags along my wiry dank hair. He moves his hand between my legs and starts passionately fingering his hungry ass hole, using my cum as lube. I hear him panting heavily like a dog. Man, my boyfriend is such a whiny brat…

“Bro, it’s my turn.” My cocky voice booms.

“What?” I hear his muffled voice cry out.

“Uhh… I wish… I wish you were a Bro like me, Bro.” I smirk.

“Wait, noooo!” He screams.

His body shudders and contorts as I hold his face to my pits with my newfound strength. He packs on pounds of muscle in a matter of seconds. Dan’s moaning turns to grunts. He’s going to make for such a Good. Arrogant. Dumb. Bro.

I watch his dong stretch down his leg, his balls sagging between his thickening thighs. The head of Dan’s veiny cock leaking like a faucet. A pair of juicy pecs push out from his chest and his adam apple swells. I pull away the remains of his clothes, letting them fall to the ground.

Dan’s dainty feet beef up to a size 12, sweat gathering between his toes - smelling like a real man should. I feel his previously fat bubble butt tense with lean muscle on my lap. With a squeak, his thoroughly abused fuck hole tightens shut, never to be stretched open again. He only tops after all, like me.

I release my grip on him and he pulls away, my sweat covering his square jawed face. He stuffs his junk into a jockstrap, looking barely concealed as it throbs with need. His messy hair has receded into a clean as fuck buzzcut. We now look almost identical, except that his meat emoji 🍖 tattoo is engraved on his right hand.

“Bro!” Dan’s voice deepens.

“Let’s go find some sluts to breed, bro.” We both smirk at each other and flex.

#transformation #gay #jock #brainwashing

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dwobbitfromtheshire · 6 months

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Sorry, I just got this image of Steve with a cheesy grin and loving the running joke about him being a parental figure with Eddie.

After Vecna, the first joke gives him a mental image of his future in the RV, and it's Eddie right there beside him. He immediately knows that he wants Eddie to be the father of his children. He just glows when the kids joke about it, and so they do it even more. Of course, it made Eddie annoyed because he's a little slow and still thinks Steve is straight, that he had zero chance with him.

Of course, by the time that Christmas rolls around, they still haven't revealed their feelings. There's a party at Steve's house, and Eddie decides to dress up as Santa as a surprise. He strolled into the living room, shaking his belly.

"Ho, ho, ho!" Eddie bellowed. "Merry Christmas! Hope all you boys and girls have been completely bad this year!"

"Eddie," Steve said with a fond grin. "Where the hell did you find an all black Santa suit?"

"I have my ways," Eddie said coyly. "And you should know that it's not Santa Claus. It's Satan Claws."

He cackled, revealing fake claws, before running off to join the others. Steve watched him, his cheeks red. Robin looked at him in disbelief.

"Unbelievable, I can't believe you're in love with this man," Robin said. "At least my love isn't crazy like him."

She had spoken too soon because a moment later, Vickie entered the house in an all black Elf costume, fangs dripping with fake blood.

"He asked me to be his elf!" Vickie exclaimed as she greeted Robin with a kiss. "It sounded like so much fun!"

"You were saying?" Steve asked as Vickie ran off.

"Well, at least I told her how I felt," Robin said. "Chicken shit."

Satan Claws were a big hit with the kids as well as his Elf. And when the party started to slow down a little, it gave Max an opportunity to talk with Eddie.

"Can I tell Satan Claws what I want for Christmas?" Max asked.

"Sure thing," Eddie said with a grin.

"You know my biggest wish isn't that I could walk again. . .no, I accepted that. What I wish for is my two dads to get their heads out of their asses and tell each other that their madly in love with each other," Max replied.

"Well, it's a huge risk for one of your dads," Eddie chuckled nervously.

"Everything in life is a risk. Getting up out of bed in the morning is a risk," Max said. "You have to decide if Steve is worth it or not."

Eddie shrieked when he felt someone grab him and move him into the doorway of the living room. Suddenly, he was standing in front of Steve, who was looking above his head. Eddie followed his line of sight and saw a mistletoe hanging above their heads.

"Look, Steve - ," Eddie started to say.

Steve grinned and pulled him in by his fake beard, kissing him. Eddie froze for a moment before deepening the kiss. He enjoyed the way Steve giggled into his mouth every time the beard tickled his chin. They weren't even bothered when the kids started to sing, "I saw Daddy kissing Satan Claws." It was all very bad. They broke apart to breathe, laughing with their heads pressed together. Steve touched the pillow under Eddie's coat.

"I work fast," Steve smirked, and Eddie giggled.

"And that boys and girls," Robin said with her finger in the air as though she were a stuffy professor. "Is why you should never kiss a metalhead. They're super, duper fertile."

"Ah," the kids said unison, nodding solemnly.

Eddie grabbed the pillow out from under his coat and threw it at her.

"Fuck off, Robin," Eddie laughed.

"I can't believe you threw your baby," Robin scoffed. "You're a terrible father."

"Don't listen to her, you're a great dad," Steve laughed.

"Aw, thanks, baby," Eddie said.

They kissed again with Robin groaning in the background and the kids starting in on another verse of the song they wrote. It was a good Christmas all around, and Steve looked forward to more to come with Eddie.

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yoon-kooks · 1 year

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paw prints & presents | jjk

⛓️pairing: hotnerd!jungkook x popular!reader

⛓️genre: smut, fluff, college!au

⛓️summary: You and Jungkook never discussed Valentine’s Day plans, but that doesn’t mean the night won’t include corny Valentine’s cards and you getting down on your hands and knees in pretty pink lingerie for him.

⛓️word count: 2.1k

⛓️warnings: catdilf!jk, dom!jk, sub!reader, daddy/kitten undertones, praise kink, dirty talk, oc is a horny lil brat, dry humping, sex on the couch, handjob, blowjob, face fucking, cumshot, she swallows, oc makes another ignorant comment about earl grey tea lol

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a/n: here's a lil smutty drabble i wrote up for valentine's day! (you don't have to read the other p&p fics before reading this one)💖

You’ve been acting a little weird lately. Ever since February came around, you’ve been asking Jungkook about random shit like his favorite flower (lavender), his favorite romcom (none), his favorite day of the year (nonexistent), and his go-to boba order (you called him grandaddy for saying earl grey again). The most recent question was about his taste in lingerie (doesn’t matter because you’re hot regardless).

But whenever he asks why you need to know these things, you just shrug your shoulders and pretend like you’re too busy playing with the cat to answer him. The way you always shush the kitten as soon as he enters the room leads him to believe the two of you are up to no good.

It’s driving him mad.

At one point, he thought you might be sweetening him up for when you go behind his back and adopt another cat because “Lucy needs a friend” and “there’s a cute cow cat at the local shelter.” But something tells him you’ll save the cow cat shenanigans for another time.

The thing is, he’s not completely clueless here. As much as he doesn’t want to think about it, he’s well aware that Valentine’s Day is around the corner. It’s not a day he typically celebrates, but he also doesn’t know how you feel about it yet. If it’s a big deal to you, he’d want to do something thoughtful to live up to whatever the fuck you’re secretly plotting. At the same time, the two of you still haven’t made it official, so perhaps you aren’t scheming anything related to the most romantic day of the year. Perhaps he’s just overthinking it…

…Or not.

A few days before Valentine’s Day, Jungkook comes home from class early and sees something he shouldn’t have seen. Your laptop is out in the open on his bed, but you’re nowhere to be seen—probably in the bathroom or something. He’s always been the kind of guy to respectfully look away from what’s on other people’s computers or phone screens. But it’s kind of hard to ignore the pink lingerie set you apparently just ordered. The lingerie you normally wear is a sexy black or a sophisticated neutral. But this baby pink one, with the tiny red hearts and bows, is way cuter than what he’s used to seeing you in. It’s giving submissive vibes, for sure.

The thought of you wearing that tiny thing on Valentine’s Day would automatically make February 14th Jeon Jungkook’s new favorite day of the year. And that alone is something to celebrate.

But how exactly is he supposed to celebrate? It seems you have your mind made up on surprising him with pretty pink lingerie, but what can he provide in return without being too cheesy? He’s terrible at shit like this. In fact, one of his exes broke up with him specifically because he wasn’t romantic enough. She wasn’t wrong, but it’s not like he’s going to rewire his entire brain to be romantic enough for someone else’s liking. Maybe that’s fucked up of him. Maybe a good partner would make sacrifices and force themself to change for the sake of the relationship if they truly cared.

You’re different, though. With you, nothing feels forced. Rather, he gets an urge to do something nice for you, even if it goes against his natural tendencies. And right now, he wants to also surprise you with a little something on Valentine’s Day.

On the big day, he waits for you to leave for your afternoon class. That’ll give him plenty of time to put together the surprise. All he needs is some pink cardstock, markers, paint, ribbon, and a kitten.

As much as he hates cheesy Valentine’s cards, Jungkook finds himself pondering over what to write on the cardstock. Knowing you, it’s safe to go with something silly and funny. Thankfully, you’re an easy one when it comes to humor.

“Have a paw-esome Valentine’s Day, Mommy,” he writes in bold marker. You’ve been hesitant to call yourself the kitten’s mother despite raising her right alongside Jungkook. But it’s clear that you’re doing a good job. “Love, Lucy.”

He picks up the sleepy kitten, dips her paw pads into safe non-toxic paint, and adds her paw print to the bottom of the card like a signature. As the paint dries, he gives the kitty her first bath, blowdries her fur, and ties a pink little ribbon to her collar.

When the sun goes down, Jungkook rolls up the note and attaches it to the kitty’s ribbon like she’s some messenger pigeon. And then the two of them wait on the couch together, kitten loafing in the boy’s lap, for the door to open.

Five long minutes later, your keys jingle around as you unlock the front door.

“Go hide,” he whispers to the kitten who runs off into his room with a frisky tail in the air. She probably thinks he’s playing hide and seek with her like they normally do. Poor thing.

Jungkook makes himself comfortable on the couch again and pulls out his phone to look natural. Totally normal.

“Hi?” you say as soon as you open the door and see him sitting in the dark living room, his floating face illuminated by his phone screen. You hit the light switch as you kick your shoes off and look around for possible booby traps or jumpscares. It seems you’re very aware that the potential for a surprise is at an all-time high today. Then your eyes fall back on him. “Why do you look like that?”

“Like what?” He scratches the back of his head.

“Like this.” You do the awkward pose thing people do when they’re very clearly failing to act natural. How do you manage to make even the most awkward poses look cute? Maybe your little black dress has something to do with it. You weren’t wearing that earlier when you left for class.

“What do you mean? I’m just here, sitting on the couch with my phone.” Damn, is it really that obvious?

“Ah, so you were here waiting for me to get back from class like a dog?” you tease as you climb into his lap and set his phone aside. Your new perfume is a sensual lavender (no wonder you asked him about his favorite flower). And your dress is so short all he can feel is skin when he grabs hold of your ass. “Don’t worry, I missed you too.”

You snake your hands around the back of his neck and devour his lips, his tongue, his taste. He’ll never get over the moans you make just from kissing him like he’s the finest dessert you’ve ever tasted. Or the way your tongue just laps him up like a kitten—

“Wait,” he says after forcing himself to pull back from your lips. The urge to put his lips right back where they belong is incredible.

“No, Jungkook, I don’t have any homework that needs to get done before we…” Your words trail off as you kiss him some more and roll your hips against his crotch. You’ll never let it go that he’s “the biggest nerd in the world” for always making you finish your homework before sex. Thank god you don’t have any tonight. Because his hard cock is already past the point of no return.

The secret Valentine’s card still needs to be delivered, though. And the poor kitten is still waiting for her daddy to come find her.

“No seriously, wait a sec,” he chuckles, lifting you off of him before walking into his room to scoop up the kitten hiding behind the clothes hanging in his closet. When he rejoins you on the couch, he passes the fluffball to you.

“Ooh, did daddy give you a bath? You look so cute,” You sniff her orange fur and find the rolled-up note tied to her pink ribbon.

Your face quickly goes from curious to smiley as you unroll the note and read the silly message. Jungkook reads it right alongside you as if he wasn’t the one who wrote it.

“Congratulations, it seems Lucy has accepted you as her mother figure,” he says in the straightest face ever.

“Paw-esome?? Mommy??” you giggle, turning to the boy whilst cupping his chin. “Is that what you think of me?”

“It wasn’t me, it was Lucy,” he shrugs. “Right, Lucy?” She meows in agreement.

Then he pins you down against the couch cushions and leans in to whisper, “You’re my baby girl, remember?”

Your face is flushed with color as you nod up at him. You grab a handful of his t-shirt and pull him in. He finds your neck and leaves a trail of little marks as your body heats up beneath him.

“I love the card, by the way,” you manage to get out between breaths. “Thank you, Jungkook.”

“Like I said, it wasn’t from me.” His gives you a few more kisses while running his hands along your dress. As hot as you are in that dress, he’d love to get his hands on everything hiding beneath it. “I didn’t even know today was Valentine’s Day.”

“Liar. You suck, you know that.” You pout for half a second before your horny eyes are showing again. “Guess you don’t want to see the surprise I have for you.”

“What is it?” he asks a little too quickly. He must sound like such a simp.

You sit up, leaning your tits against his chest, and say, “Undress me.”

Jungkook lifts the dress up and over your head to reveal the same lingerie set he saw on your computer screen the other day. Except now it’s on your body. And boy does it look good on you. It doesn’t matter that he already had a sneak peek at it and plenty of time to mentally prepare himself for this. He still can’t take his eyes off of his baby girl looking all pretty in pink. And he forgets to speak.

“What do you think?” You drop to your knees on the carpet and situate yourself between his legs.

“Hot,” is all he can say before you unzip him and get your hands on his hard cock.

“Good.” You wet your lips with a sly tongue. Your hands start stroking his length up and down as you eye his tip. “It was an impulse buy the other day when I was feeling so horny for your cock.”

“Do you need my cock that badly?” he asks, his breath getting rougher.

You nod, licking your lips again. He’d normally make you wait a little longer before letting you give head, but fuck it. It’s Valentine’s Day, and his cock is his gift to you. You’re always begging to suck it anyway.

With a firm hand, he angles your chin up until his erection is staring you in the face. You wrap your lips around him and take him in until he hits the back of your throat. Your cute little gag doesn’t stop you from going right back in, bobbing your head back and forth, up and down his length. He decides to help by thrusting in and out of your throat.

When you stop to catch your breath, his glaze runs down your mouth. You make sure he’s watching when you lick it up and swallow before sucking him more. One of your hands grips his cock while the other travels down into your thong. He watches the way you rub between your legs and rock your body back and forth to pleasure yourself and him at the same time.

You savor each and every drop of him as if it’s the last. Your lips glisten and swell with pleasure as you’re hard at work with his cock. There’s no way anyone else can look this good while doing what you do to him.

“Fuck,” Jungkook groans, fucking your face faster. You moan something that sounds like his name, although it’s kind of hard to understand with a fat cock in your mouth.

At his breaking point, he pulls out and strokes his length until (most of) his cum sprays right into your mouth. You swallow it up while shooting him an awfully innocent smile. After catching his breath, he wipes up the bit of lust on your cheek and lets you suck it off his fingers. You’re such a good girl for him.

“You were so good, baby,” he praises you. You definitely need to be rewarded. “Should we watch one of those romcoms?”

“I thought you said you didn’t like romcoms.” You tilt your head. “We can find something else that we can watch togeth—”

“Pick your favorite romcom.” He shakes your suggestion off and lays you down on the couch so that you’re facing the TV. He hooks a finger on the strap of your thong and tears it off. With his lips just a kiss away from your wet pussy, he says, “I won’t be watching anyway.”

#bts smut #jungkook smut #bts scenarios #bts imagines #bts fanfic #jungkook fanfic #jungkook x reader #bts x reader #bts fluff #bts college au #nerd jungkook

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girlboypersonthingy · 2 months

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omg i love your blog sm!! it’s been a while since ive been in the fandom and i didn’t think anyone wrote for vld anymore, ahhhh but i love the way you write!! you’re so so talented!! how do you think a love triangle sitch with keith and lance would play out? i love the both but UGHHHH THE DRAMA I LOVE IT😩😩

Oh my god thank you so much! I’m so flattered asfdafh 🥰🥹 I know the fandom is dead to most but not to all. I’m still here and voltron will always live on in my heart ❤️‍🔥 BRO THIS PROMPT??? PLZ ITS SO GOOD AAHHH ENJOY!

❤️Love Triangle💙

Okay first of all, these two would try to win you over IN COMPLETELY OPPOSITE WAYS.

Lance is, of course, over the top and very romantic and kind of cliche but so considerate and thoughtful and sweet.

Keith will be more nonchalant and mysterious, trying to use his skills and talents to impress you. He’s the type to slowly win you over by being very genuine and honest.

It started when Lance threw a pick up line your way and not only was the line terrible…but you actually laughed at it. It brought some pink to your cheeks as well. They both noticed that.

Lance was very smug about the fact that he made you giggle and blush.

Keith was a little annoyed at first, thinking Lance was just being his usual obnoxious self. So Keith just kept trying to make moves on you in his own way.

One day, Lance walked into the training room to see you and Keith sitting beside each other on the floor, breathing heavily as if you’d just decided to take a break. He couldn’t really hear what Keith was saying but you looked very focused, very into the conversation and you two were sitting just a little bit too close for his liking.

Lance didn’t like the eyes you were making at the red paladin

But Keith sure did. He was so excited to be sitting so close to you.

Then it’s like the spider man meme of them pointing at each other like 😧👉🏻 👈🏻😮

“Wait! You like (Y/N)? No no no, you can’t! I like (Y/N)!”

“Well I liked them first!”

“No! No! Dibs!”

“Really? Dibs?” *eye roll*

For the next week, they’re both acting like goofballs around you.

It’s kind of hilarious and very entertaining for you because…you notice that they start adopting each other’s ways of flirting and dropping hints. They do a little swap.

It’s like they think the other person has a better chance with you so they try to switch it up and copy each other. Lance thinks Keith’s ‘mysterious bad boy’ persona is something you’re into. Keith thinks you find happiness in all the silly, goofy things Lance does. So they both try to switch it up in hopes of making you fall for them. Does that make sense?

Imagine Keith trying to use a pick up line on you and failing miserably. He’s probably sweating through his shirt and his mouth is dry bc he’s so close to you, he can smell your shampoo. He’d end up stuttering and then getting really pissed at himself for looking dumb in front of you. May go back to his room and pout if he felt things didn’t go well.

Now imagine Lance trying to be all soft spoken and mysterious, trying to act cool. Lance trying not to talk too much is the equivalent of him holding his breath. It’s only a matter of time before he breaks character and says some dumb, cheesy shit that has you rolling your eyes. He awkwardly shuffles away to his room and also pouts bc he feels like he’s just loud and annoying.

The boys got into a yelling match about it once. The pot just boiled over and all you could do was watch.

That was their very shitty, joint confession of their feelings for you- them screaming about who likes you more, who liked you first, who you’re more compatible with, ect ect blah blah blah

All right in front of you

And all the while, the whole team is so confused

Cue Allura and Hunk stepping in between them because both their faces are turning red from anger and jealousy.

Everyone just looks at Shiro like 👀

Shiro, the dad of the group: 🙄😤 “fine…”

Shiro sits them both down for a long chat and by the end of it, the boys have come to terms with the fact that they both like you and not only is it your choice who you’d want to be with, but there’s a lot of other things to be worried about rn. They shouldn’t, and they won’t, pressure you.

Buuttttt…they do keep up some of the same things they like to do with you.

Keith still trains with you often (and he really enjoys helping you with your stance/posture bc he gets to be touchy✨)

Lance still invites you into his room to play video games (and he always seems out of breath when you sit so close to him, your arm touching his)

They try their best to control their temper around you and they try not to be around when you’re with the other person. They don’t need to see you being all close and personal with someone who isn’t them. :,(

The boys just continue to be their normal selves with you. They figure you should get to know them, the real them, before you make any decisions.

Yes, they both like you.

Yes. They’re both very competitive and very jealous.

But they respect each other and they respect you.

And we are in the middle of an intergalactic war right now, this is not a real priority.

They’ll give you some time and a pace to think about it.

Now comment on this post and tell me who you’d choose 😈 I love them both so so much but Lance is my soulmate for sure

#voltron #voltron legendary defender #voltron x reader #voltron x you #vld #keith x reader #vld keith #keith vld #lance x reader #lance mcclain x reader #lance vld #voltron lance #vld lance #lance voltron #keith voltron #voltron keith #lance mcclain #keith kogane #keith kogane x reader

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restinslices · 6 months

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Teen Wolf Opinions

Teen Wolf opinions but I don’t explain anything

Season 3 is the best season of the show. I don’t just mean 3B, I mean both parts of the season.

Scott and Stiles’ miscommunication trope in season 5 was dumb as shit and makes Scott look like a bad friend

Erica, Boyd and Isaac deserved a lot better. Both in the sense that they needed therapy but also they were wasted

Kira’s story was also wasted and having a movie where the Nogitsune and Oni come back (a story she was a big part of in the show) but not having Kira there is weird. Yes I know about the controversy. Y’all shoulda paid Arden her money.

Stydia was done terribly. Idk what Jeff was thinking. Why wait that long?

Season 3 had the best fight scenes because it was obvious who outranked who

Allison did not care about Isaac. He was a replacement. That was all.

Lydia was weird to still fuck around with Aiden knowing his folks were actively hunting her friends

The debate on whether Allison or Kira is better is weird to me. I promise you can like them both

I love Derek but him going around and biting teenagers with shitty lives was shitty

Parish and Lydia should not have been a ship

Teen Wolf is corny and cheesy as shit, but that’s ok. It’s part of the charm.

Them bringing back Kate and Gerard isn’t something I felt was necessary. I would’ve preferred new villains.

Cora and Isaac should’ve came back for season 6

Speaking of Cora, her and Stiles could’ve been a good couple

It would make sense if everyone in the town knew about the supernatural but just minded their business. That hospital, sheriff station and school always got bullshit going on and you mean to tell me no one noticed besides Danny? Don’t lie to me.

My eyes hurt so imma end it here. Maybe I’ll make more or explain some of these later.

#teen wolf #teen wolf opinions #Teen wolf fandom #scott mccall #stiles stilinski #kira yukimura #allison argent #lydia martin #stydia #cora hale #derek hale #isaac lahey

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mana-jjk · 7 months

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in my heart of hearts i know that inuokko is intentional vs unintentional flirtation 101

• toge knows he’s attractive, he knows his hair and eyes are attention grabbing, and he knows that he’s cute. he weaponizes it consistently actually because trust me he knows. so yes, he does intentionally fluster yuuta ! he knows how to tilt his head, how to bat his eyelashes, and even when to strategically uncover his face to smile at him. one shot, k.o., yuuta is a tomato.

• yuuta on the other hand does not know that he’s attractive and he also does not know proper social cues so sometimes he says the most flirtatious shit so naturally. he could be called a rizz master but he has no idea the effect it has and why it would be considered flirting lol. so toge will tease him like, ‘you think i’m pretty?’ and yuuta will sit there soft smile and earnest, not even hesitating to say ‘i don’t think anyone could ever compare to you.’ and toge just kinda sits there, wide eyed and red faced like ‘abort mission !!’

but on the opposite side of the spectrum, they also have those moments as well !

• toge doesn’t realize the little things he does that makes yuuta fall in love with him. his easy kindness and willingness to take care of others. toge could be cooking dinner for everyone after a long day and yuuta would just be staring with actual heart eyes because he’s never seen anyone give kindness so easily. the day toge wrapped his scarf around yuuta because he noticed his nose getting red, yuuta almost passed out then and there. it’s the ‘i want to spend my life with you and live these domestic moments forever’ vibe !

• yuuta isn’t like, very good at flirting intentionally, like i said his rizz is unintentional lol. but he does have moments where he’s like ‘i need to be a good boyfriend and partake in flirting’ so he’ll break out the pick ups lines. they’re so bad, like horrible cheesy and terrible. most of the time he’s stuttering through the delivery and ends with a pathetic scratch of his head. when people are around, they’re cringing and looking back at toge like ‘really?’ but he’s sitting there, blushing looking absolutely besotted and ready to squish his cheeks aggressively.

#inumaki toge #jjk #jujutsu kaisen #yuuta okkotsu #inuokko #ottoge

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pandanscafanfiction · 9 months

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A few of my own personal Garreth headcanons that no one asked for 😌❤️🦁

Did I factcheck anything related to Garreth before posting this? Hell no. All these live in my head illegally and rent-free regardless of canon.

He's a middle child! Of a household containing at least four other children, but my personal thought is five to six.

It's easy to get lost in the crowd at his house while growing up. Or at least that's how he felt. His love for potions actually started out as a begrudging last-ditch effort to garner his parents' attention. When the first miscreation worked, he ran with it. It was hard to ignore a kid who seemed to always create an explosion by dashing whatever he could into a cauldron.

This also bleeds into his school life. At school he struggled to find "individuality" in his fellow students'/teachers' eyes because "Oh look! Another weasley. Same shit, different face".

But the one time he actually (miraculously) made something successful, it was the first time he'd ever felt like he was something. That's when he really began actively trying to be good at it.

He's actually colorblind. It's hard for him to discern if his mixtures have turned into the appropriate colors or not, which is the leading cause of over 80% of brew failures and subsequential explosions.

But he doesn't tell anyone because he already gets enough kids making fun of him for his red hair, freckles, and hand-me-downs. He doesn't need another reason for them to whisper and giggle.

He writes all of his trials, errors, and experimentation ideas inside of a leatherbound notebook that his Aunt Matilda gave to him on Christmas one year

During his free periods he's always outside in the woods, gathering ingredients. Or reading potion books.

He loves Herbology (because it goes hand in hand with potion-making, after all), but Herbology does not love him. The boy can't keep a plant alive to save his life- hence the gathering.

Doesn't bend pages and sees no point in purchasing bookmarks. Marks all his places in books with whatever wildflower or pretty leaf is growing bearby. Forgets to take them out after he's done, too. If you happen to borrow a book from him and flip through the pages they'll fall out like confetti.

A master of the sneak. He'd actually be in detention far more than Sebastian of he wasn't. Owes everything he knows in that regard to his oldest brother (he taught him how to get the cookies off the top of the fridge without so much as creaking a floorboard- and he even has to walk past his parents' bedroom to get there)

He's a morning person. First to rise, and he's up before even the sun is. But he's awful at staying up late. He always tries his best but the poor thing is yawning and dozing off in the Common Room by seven.

Heavy sleeper. Have to be, in such a noisy house.

He doesn't snore, but he does hog all the blankets. Poor baby gets cold easy.

And if he's sleeping next to someone he's the biggest cuddle monster to ever live. Beware!!!! Not nessassarily intentionally, but it always ends up with him hugging you like an octopus all the same.

Left handed

A flirt. Hella flirt. He isn't overtly loud about it like Sebastian is, but that doesn't mean he isn't always doing it. He's cheesy af. Aaaallllll the terrible pickup lines and will not hesitate to make himself look silly in front of others just to make you laugh or put a smile on your face

That's all for now but I'll add more whenever they pop into my head 😌

#hogwarts legacy #garreth weasley #garreth #hogwarts legacy garreth #hogwarts legacy garreth weasley #weasley wednesday #hl garreth #hl garreth weasley #garreth hc #garreth headcanons #listen i just love him so much and i think about him alot

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Letter Two: Nightmares

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wc: 4.7k

genre: angst

warnings: apocalypse au, creature feature, use of weapons, HEAVY MENTIONS OF PTSD AND DESCRIPTIONS OF ANXIETY ATTACKS. this chapter is heavy and sad as it dives somewhat into the backstory of one of the members. please keep these warnings in mind. if i missed anything, PLEASE LET ME KNOW.

summary: when the world's a nightmare, it's hard to deal with your own.

this is a work of fiction. this fic in no way represents the stray kids members as people or as a whole. you are responsible for the media you consume. please read responsibly.

series taglist: @straystayvlive, @fawnpeaks, @strayingawayy, @almighty-obsession, @ershyni, @chai-papa, @moon0fthenight, @djeniryuu, @boomfrogg, @everglowdaisies — comment to be added

Hey, you.

You know what I’ve been thinking about lately?

The day the world went to shit.

I know a lot of people consider the day of the lab breakout the turning point, but I don’t. That was to be expected; we knew nothing about Nots. Keeping them in those glass chambers, studying their habits and transforms didn’t help much. A domesticated animal always acts differently than a wild one.

The day that I consider the end, we didn’t even know about Nots. You and I were in bed for the evening, the television playing softly while you read. I was in the bathroom shaving, hardly paying attention to the cheesy sitcom joke and recorded laughing.

I remember the razor nicking my jaw, tongue between teeth as I hissed. Fuck, the sting of it was awful. The razor fell in the sink, taking your attention from your book.

“You okay?” You ask, leaning in the bed to get a look in the bathroom. You laughed when you saw the little toilet paper square stuck to my face.

“It’s not funny.”

Though, I was smiling. I like hearing you laugh. God, I can’t wait to be with you again.

I remember washing my hands before I started to clean the wound, the show cutting to commercial break.

If you or your loved one have ever taken the drug by the name Nottingal, you may be entitled to financial compensation.

You asked what that medication was for. I said I wasn’t sure, but texted Seungmin to ask. He responded within seconds: A blood thinner. That’s all it was, just a simple pill taken once daily to reduce the risk of blood clots. A lot of people take it. Nothing out of the ordinary.

It still gives me the chills how easily we forgot about the medication, going to bed without a second thought. We moved past it, went to work the next day. The world kept turning, and the name faded from our memory.

Just a common, everyday drug. Why would we give it more thought?

An oddly cold weekend in March. You walked the dog, I went to the gym with Changbin. Our lives crossed over around lunchtime, stuffed in the tiny apartment kitchen as we tried to make our meals.

“We need a new apartment.” You complained. “I can hardly move in here.”

“What, you don’t want to be pressed up against me all the time?”

You scoffed at my joke, taking your sandwich and chips over to the couch. I was steps behind you, leaning close to my bowl of cereal so I didn’t spill any as I walked and ate. I sit, and you turn the tv on, left on the news channel for some reason.

“Ah.” I said through a mouth full of cheerios. “Turn this shit—“

And then, we saw it. The early stages of a Not. A woman in her 40s, hospitalized for an adverse reaction to Nottingal. She reported having chills with extreme nausea, nothing holding in her stomach. Admitted overnight just for observation, her symptoms got worse. At first it was just a fever — but then it kept climbing and climbing and climbing, to the point where the woman was almost boiling. She would claw at her hospital robe, screeching from the intense heat. Doctors eventually had to secure her to the bed.

Then, it started to get weird. They called it mania, at first. She wouldn’t speak, only responding with this terrible screeching sound, comparable to metal doors scraping against concrete. Her nails started to grow (both hands and toes) at a rapid pace, which was odd enough on its own.

Only made worse by the way they started to fuse into the skin, the color darker than the night sky. Claws. A nurse checked on patient zero one day and reported hearing something that sounded like the snapping of bones. After further examination, she saw that the woman’s back was starting to arch, spine taking a new shape—

The claws scratched the nurse across the forearm. The nurse said it didn’t feel like anything more than a deep cat scratch, bandaged up and went about her day. Just to end up at her workplace that night, stumbling into the emergency room. Chills. Nausea. A fever that’s a little too high for comfort.

That’s how we found out that it’s not only the pills that could cause a transformation. If the claws scratch you, the tip comes in contact with your bloodstream. That’s what it all comes down to; blood.

Two months. That’s all it took. From that commercial to the fall of humanity. Two months, and the world went to shit.

I’m not really sure why I wrote all of that. You experienced it too; the fear, doubt. Really, does anyone see the end of the world coming? I don’t think I’ve fully grasped that this is my reality now, that it’s not some kind of fucked up dream an edible gave me.

I so badly wish it was. Because even if this is the demise of mankind, not having you by my side is greater than my worst nightmare.

Speaking of nightmares, Jisung’s are back. I was sure that after we settled at our new base (right next to the mail stall, conveniently) that they would settle more. It’s been a while since he’s had one, especially this extreme.

We found an abandoned house. It’s not very big, but it fits all of us comfortably. Two floors, four bedrooms. The bathroom is still functioning, which is a treasure we’re not taking for granted. It’s funny how we still have running water, yet most places we hide out are missing that feature. The first shower I took in there almost made me cry; it was freezing, but it was a shower. Little things really do make the apocalypse easier.

Jisung’s in one of the upstairs rooms. It looks like it belonged to a child — bunk beds decorated with floral sheets and stuffed animals. The walls have drawings tacked on them, a bulletin board with movie tickets and notes from friends. It’s hard to look at. Wherever that child is, I hope she is safe. She was well loved.

Nobody wanted to stay in that room. It’s difficult to swallow, to be surrounded by the reminders of such an innocent life. But it has the best view of the front of the house, the boarded up windows have enough space for the barrel of Jisung’s sniper to fit through. He dropped his duffel by the closet, setting up his gun.

“Are you sure?” I had asked Jisung, an uneasy feeling in the pit of my stomach. It still happens now whenever I walk in there. “There’s space on the office—“

“I’ll be fine.” He looked through the scope, positioning the gun accordingly. “It has the best view.”

“I can stay in here, too—“ Hyunjin started to say, but was quickly cut off.

“I said I’m fine.” Jisung doesn’t spare us a look. “Don’t worry about it.”

It was weird how he snapped at him. Honestly, ever since we left midtown, Jisung has been a little rougher than usual. Especially with Hyunjin. Remember how long it took to convince him that picking him up was the right thing to do? I feel like every letter I wrote you after we found Hyunjin was about his distaste for him. But I thought we had turned a corner — in fact, they were literally inseparable in midtown. Then we left, and…

Jisung is hiding something.

There was no reason to push the issue. You know Jisung, once his mind is made up, it’s almost impossible to change. Hyunjin is bunking with me in the master bedroom. He’s a cold sleeper, I’ve learned, often waking up with him huddled by my back. It’s made me miss you even more; how many mornings have I woken up with you attached to my back like a koala? Face buried in my shoulder blade, snores vibrating against it.

I can’t wait to wake up to that again. To you again.

The nightmare came a night when I wasn't on guard. I had been sleeping pretty soundly, actually. Hyunjin’s fluffy hair was right in my face, the cotton sheets nice and cool against my bare chest. It had been a while since I slept so well.

Earth shattering screams tore me from that peaceful sleep. Both Hyunjin and I practically jumped from the bed, weapons easily accessible and in hand. Did something get in? Were one of our men hurt?

Hyunjin’s face went pale when we heard the scream again. He dropped his knife, mumbling the younger man's name before sprinting from the room.

Jisung was on the bottom bunk, comforter low on his hips. He wasn’t dressed in anything other than sweatpants, the scar on his left rib cage looking more red than usual. Almost irritated, raised. The perfect circle as angry as the cries coming from its owner.

His nails were scratching at his neck, thrashing in the bed as he cried. Round tears rolling down his cheeks in earnest, voice cracking and turning raw. Whatever was happening behind his eyelids was devastating, all of his fears brightly burning for him.

“Jisung.” Hyunjin had said, climbing into the tiny bunk with him. His body jerked, trying to resist the hold he was put in. Head cradled to his friend’s chest, he starts to rock. “It’s not real. It’s not real.”

Jeongin came over the walkie. It’s his night on guard. “No breaches at the back. Bin?”

“Front is clear.” Changbin responds quickly, the unasked question obvious to all of us.

“Clear up top.” I responded, keeping my voice as low as possible. “It’s Jisung.”

No response. None needed. Everyone will keep their post, or try to go back to sleep. Too many hands and it only makes things worse for him.

Hyunjin is good at soothing him, bringing him out of the nightmare with minimal damage. Softly, he brushes the fluffy hair from his face, keeping a firm rocking motion. Gentle reminders whispered to him; he’s safe, it’s just a dream, it’s not real. I watched him rock my friend for at least five minutes, the screams coming to an end as he started to twitch awake. With a string of fearful whimpers, Jisung’s eyes finally opened and found Hyunjin’s.

The moment felt like years. Their eyes locked, the tears finding an end as they stared at each other, seemingly lost in the gaze. Hyunjin smiled softly at him, and it looked like Jisung was melting. An immediate peace washing over him, the nightmare so far out of grasp it’s forgettable.

Then he’s shoving himself out of his arms, cursing and mumbling under his breath to “let him the fuck go”. It was hard to miss the way Hyunjin’s face crumbled, though he quickly composed himself.

“You had another nightmare.” Hyunjin’s voice is so gentle, though it cracks with an emotion he’s trying to suppress.

“I know.” Jisung snapped, bringing his knees to his chest as he huddled into the corner. Body pressed against the wall, avoiding his gaze.

“Do you want to—“

“Can you fucking leave?” He asked, though it didn’t sound convincing. “I want to talk to hyung.”

Hyunjin smiled, but it didn’t reach his eyes. With a nod, he climbed out of the bunk bed, patting my shoulder as he walked past me. When the door shut, I heard him release a shaky gasp.

I stayed by the door, wanting to give Jisung as much room as I could. He kept his head facing the wall, breaths starting to even out as he worked on grounding himself. In and out, like you taught him. Think of happy thoughts, remind yourself that the world is more than the darkness that consumes you. I watched as his shoulders relaxed, body starting to slump as he found the peace he was looking for.

“Sit with me?” It was hard to hear, the question whispered into the foundation of the house. I crossed the tiny room, sitting by the ladder leading up to the top bunk. Giving him as much physical space as I could.

It was silent between us. Our breaths filling the dark room—

Wait. It’s completely dark. When I stood, I could hear his lips part, the start of protests rolling from his tongue. I didn’t walk far, only to the closet. Flicking on the light, I pulled the door open, letting just a sliver of it spill out.

“Why didn’t you turn this on?” I asked softly, trying to keep my tone steady. I didn’t want him to think I was accusing him, or blaming him for the nightmare.

Jisung shrugged. “I wanted to try.” He pressed the heels of his palms to his eyes, rubbing tight circles. “Obviously it didn’t work.”

I returned to my seat. With the light on, it was easy to see what Jisung was doing before he fell asleep. His journal face down on the floor, an uncapped pen right beside it. His favorite book, worn out and damn near falling apart, was tabbed open with a photo of the two of you (remember that beach trip we took last year? When he was home on leave? It’s from when the two of you were building that sandcastle, the polaroid still as clear as the day I took it. It’s one of my favorites) and a sketch of what looked like daisies. Yellow and pink, they cover the page, only broken up by a little signature in the bottom. One we all know too well at this point.

There was something missing from his pile, something that the picture reminded me of. “Where are your dogtags?”

He seemed tense at that question, sighing as he brought his hands down. “I think I lost them in midtown.”

It didn’t feel like the truth, but there wasn’t any need to press it. I simply nodded, taking the lie for what it was.

“I’m sorry I woke you.”

I huffed a laugh. “Don’t apologize for that shit.”

“Sleep is so precious now, I hate taking it from you—“

“Seriously, Sung.” I looked at my friend, who I was surprised was looking at me. When our eyes met, I gave a reassuring smile. “You know we don’t mind.”

Jisung didn’t believe me. He never does when I tell him that. Yet, he nodded, knowing that doubt will never leave him. “It was bad.”

“Sounded like it.” Never push him. That’s what I’ve learned. If he wants to open up, he will. But when it’s so fresh, so heavy in his mind, focusing on the details could drive him mad—

“The Nots.” He said softly, resting his chin on his knees. Not once did his gaze stray from me, wide eyes filling with fresh tears. “They came. Here.”

I will admit, it confused me as to why this upset him so badly. We had seen at least five groups of them by this point, a few even crossing the front gate. They never stayed, always distracted by something in the distance. He had even shot a few.

Staying in this room was a bad idea. I knew it from the moment we arrived, even though he was insistent. I should have forced him into a different room, made him sleep anywhere else but here. It’s no surprise that the previous owner appeared in his dream, her small body twisted into the horror that we’re too familiar with.

“It got me thinking.” Jisung started to cry again. “Nots like to stay close to home—“

“No.” I cut the thought off before he could finish it. “You can’t go there, Jisung.”

He knew I was right. But you know him; stubborn as can fucking be, clinging to things with an annoyingly tight grip. As soon as it crossed his mind, there was no way he was letting it go. Instead of arguing, he just nodded. Mumbles something in agreement. It wasn’t going to escape him, and it would be silly for us to pretend it would.

“Will you sleep in here with me?” He asked.

I couldn’t help but wince. It didn’t feel right, the idea of resting here. “Why don’t you come to the master bedroom with me? There’s enough room for you, me, and Hyunjin—“

As soon as I mentioned his name, Jisung’s eyes went dark. “No.” He said simply. “I would rather stay here.”

I wanted to tell him no. To go back to the comfortable bed where I could sleep easily, not worrying about being haunted by a life not fully lived.

“I just don’t want to leave my gun.” Jisung said. “That’s it.”

Another lie. I had no choice but to take it as is. Nodding as I climbed the ladder.

As far as I know, Jisung didn’t talk about the nightmare with anyone else. The day following was spent with Minho, organizing the weapons in the living room. He sat on the ground, wiping the blood and dirt from barrels of guns. Sweat beaded his forehead, glasses low on his nose. But he laughed, joking with everyone who walked past.

Except Hyunjin.

I cleaned out the old pantry with Seungmin, still keeping the good food while disposing of the others. “They left in a hurry.” He said as he chunked another fruit cup in the trash. “Something must have happened here.”

They must have recently gone grocery shopping. A lot of snack boxes were untouched, the expiration date still a month or two away. “Can’t blame them.”

“No.” He threw a can of expired condensed milk at the trash can, shooting it like a basketball. Somehow, it made it. “You really can’t.”

That night, Jisung and I took every precaution to avoid a nightmare. The closest door was cracked open, yellow light filling the room. His old radio was tuned to some station that hasn’t been manned since the fall, playing the same jazz songs on repeat. The loop starts again every three hours, but even in the annoyance, it’s enough noise to help him sleep.

I had barely fallen asleep when he had another nightmare. To the bottom bunk I went, holding my friend and rocking him until he woke up. We did it again the next night, and the next, and the next. Nightmare after nightmare, though the details were always the same. A group of Nots, the smaller one in the back of the group. Vicious and hungry.

It was the room. It had to be, baby. I’ve been racking my brain for an explaination, because if it isn’t the fucking room, then I don’t know. And not knowing is the scariest part; all of this is so…predictable.

But these nightmares. They were anything but.

Jisung couldn’t sleep one night, the impending nightmare driving him mad. He sat by the gun, rereading his book with his feet propped up on the window sill. Or, it looked like he was reading. When I got closer, I saw him tracing the painted flowers with his finger.

“I’m going to bed.” He snapped the book shut when he realized I was there. “You should, too.”

Jisung pushes his glasses up, nodding as he rubs his eyes. “I’ll try in a bit.” He gave me a weary smile. “Sleep well, okay?”

I didn’t. My eyes didn’t even shut, focused on counting the bumps on the ceiling. I couldn’t allow myself to, not until I knew Jisung was on the bed beneath me, trying to rest despite his fears. You made me promise I would take care of him, and it was an easy one to make. I’m trying my love, even if his stubborn ass makes it incredibly difficult.

He was mostly quiet in his corner, humming a song or two before falling silent. Every time I glanced at him, his back was to me. Same position as before, thumbing through the book this time. Actually reading.

My eyes had started to shut when I heard the walkie click.

“Min.” Hyunjin’s voice cut through. “How’s the back?”

A beat. “Meh.” Seungmin responded. “Per us—ah, fuck.”

“Don’t say it like that.” A whine came from the older man.

“You’ll see them soon. Mid sized pack, moving quickly.” The walkie cut off, familiar squawks of Nots heard even from my bed upstairs. “Must be hungry.”

The book snapped shut, chair squeaking as Jisung pushed it out. I watched him stand, lean over the scope as he focused outside.

“Look at those ugly fuckers.” Hyunjin says with a sigh. “There are so—Jesus!”

Click. Hyunjin is gone, his exclamation is enough to make me sit up in bed. Jisung fumbled for the walkie, his hand shaking as he pressed the button. “Stop messing around, Jin.”

“Sung—“ He clicks back immediately, shock heavy in his tone. Is it from hearing Jisung’s voice, or what he saw? “Sorry, that pack just took out a stray.”

I listen to Jisung curse under his breath, annoyed at how the older man frightened him. Made him think we were under siege. He puts his eye back to the scope, and the walkie falls from his hand.

Then screams. Earth shattering screams.

Jisung is on the ground, sitting beneath the window with his hands over his ears. Back and forth he rocks, sobbing loudly with his eyes shut. “No, no.” He cries out. “No, no, no, no—“

I don’t have to ask. I don’t even have to look through the scope, but I do anyway. In the back of the pack is a smaller Not. Brown hair, waves breaking the straight pattern.

The worst thing about Nots is if you know who they were, they won’t be hard to spot after the transformation. There goes the little girl whose room we’ve slept in, tailing behind what looks like her parents.

“Jisung?” Hyunjin cuts through the walkie again. “What’s going on? Answer me.”

He responds with another scream, kicking the walkie as far from him as he can. The weight of it is weighing down on him, crushing his already fragile being into nothing but dust. His back is hitting the wall, nails in his throat. My friend, almost unrecognizable on the ground next to me.

“I’m coming up.” Hyunjin says, and I snatch the walkie from the ground.

“Keep your post.” I said. “I’m with him. If they get close, shoot.”

I don’t hear what Hyunjin said to me. Dropping to a squat in front of my friend, I gently remove his hands from his neck. “Jisung, talk to me.”

“I t-told you.” He says in a broken sob. “I told y-you, I told you—“

“Shh, I know.” I tried my best, really. I think you would be proud of me; everything you taught me about him, how to be the friend he needs in big moments. Though I’m convinced no one could ever be as good as you at this, I think I’m a pretty good third. Or like, fourth or fifth option. “I’m sorry I didn’t listen better.”

He shook his head, hiccuping through his tears. I kept a firm grasp on his wrists, letting him rock as much as he needed to. Tears stung my eyes; it’s kind of a given that watching your friend experience something like this is hard. But rarely do we talk about just how gut wrenching it is. My brave friend, nothing but a shell in my hands.

“Jisung.” I said his name softly. “We have to do it.”

“No!” He shouted loud enough to make the earth vibrate. “H-hyung, can’t. I c-can’t—“

“Hey, hey.” I grab him, pulling him into a hug. He fought it for a second, pushing at my chest to try to escape, though he eventually caved. The tears were warm against my shoulder, violent sobs muffled. “You don’t have to. I will.”

That’s when his eyes shot open, the fight returning to him. “D-don’t do that to her.” He cried. “She’s just a k-kid—“

Baby. I don’t know how to do this. I don’t know how I can pretend that this didn’t hurt me. Her pictures were everywhere; in the living room, across the hallways. The bulletin boards held strips of her and her friends. No more than nine or ten. A life barely lived, forced into an existence that she can never escape.

I cried. Sniffling in Jisung’s ear and swallowing dryly. “It isn’t fair to leave her like this.” I told him, though it was more for myself. Trying to convince both of us it’s the humane thing to do in a society that’s anything but.

Jisung was limp. Sobbing into my shoulder, mumbling weak pleas. Reconsider. Let her go—

“Seungmin.” Hyunjin’s voice cut through. “How’s the back?”

“Clear. You?”

“Not. They’re approaching.”

It had to be done. I had to let Jisung go, to let him curl into a ball as he covered his ears, awaiting the inevitable. Picking up the walkie, I clicked through. “Changbin, are you awake?”

He didn’t even wait a second. “Yeah.”

“Relieve Hyunjin. Take Minho with you.”

No questions were asked. There was no protest from the ball at my feet, shaking as he quietly sobbed. I waited, the sound of footsteps rushing past the door until the ones I needed found their way inside.

Hyunjin’s hair was a mess. A headband kept the frizzy locks out of his face. But that isn’t what caught my eye. The tags resting in the center of his chest, the ones we know all too well.

He moved to Jisung, the younger man letting him pull him close. Carefully, he sat him in his lap, rocking him. Back and forth, back and forth. Whispers of comfort heard even through the hands that clasped his ears.

When it comes to Jisung’s comfort, you are first. But there’s no doubt that Hyunjin is second.

Through watery eyes, I look through the scope. The gun is lightweight, easy to maneuver. Bodies of Nots litter the front yard, the ones who haven’t taken a bullet yet clawing at their own. I watched as another was it, terrible squeals released into the night as it twitched to its death. It took me a moment to find her. Behind the gate, lost in the body of an unrecognizable animal.

After I aimed, I shut my eyes. I don’t know how she died, my love, but I know I’ll never forget how painfully human her cries were. Freshly turned, returning to her home. Nots don’t like to wander far.

I boarded that room up today. Lock the door and hid the key somewhere no one will ever find it — within our group, or others who seek refuge here. She deserves to rest, and I’ll be damned if anyone disturbs her.

Jisung requested the sniper be moved to the office. Minho and I worked on it for him. He refused to touch it. It’s been a few days, but I’m the only one who has used it. I don’t know how long it will take him to be comfortable with it again.

At least he’s finally sleeping. The master bed was big enough for all three of us, though now Hyunjin seems to cling to Jisung. When he wakes, the younger man will shove him away. Though, I’ve caught him pretending to sleep. Enjoying the hold the artist has on him.

It’s a good home. I think we’ll be here for a while. The guys seem to like it a lot, and the normalcy that’s felt here — well, you don’t need me to explain how valued that is.

I’m glad to hear all has been going somewhat well for you guys. Felix has been asking nonstop about you. I think he’s a little obsessed with the idea of a ranch. You’ll have to teach him about the horses; he’s been reading up about them since his injury (which has gotten better, by the way. He’s off crutches as of yesterday according to Dr. Kim. Don’t tell him I called him that). The idea of getting to ride one has kept him going.

We’ve been mapping a route out there, but still have some things to finalize. I don’t want to get your hopes up, so I’ll tell you more when I know more.

I love you, you know? If it’s possible, this shit has made me love you even more. In the nightmare of this world, you’re like a guiding light. I hope I don’t have to wander much longer to find you.

Stay safe, my love. I’ll be upset if I have to cuddle Hyunjin forever.

Forever yours,

Chan

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chemistryread · 2 years

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god, being in love with robin and watching her heart break over vickie at the war zone.

getting bumped in the shoulder when she runs out. following steve's gaze.

your eyes falling on a short red-haired familiar figure, bizarrely wide-eyed while being kissed by a mature looking blonde. a guy.

right. shit.

"i'll pay you back, promise."

chucking the stuff you gathered in steve's cart and running after her, his protest promptly ignored.

beelining for the stolen trailer, instead, you almost trip on robin's legs.

she's sitting on the curb, long limbs folding over each other, succesfully hiding in between two gigantic trucks. her wrists are crossed on top of her head, face resting on her knees.

it would be funny, this tall woman trying to ball up and disappear into herself, if it wasn't such a delicate moment.

"go away." muffled by her jeans.

knowing better, you sit down next to her. "i'm sorry, robin."

she looks up, bangs spiking in all the wrong directions. "i thought you were steve."

"let us take a minute to appreciate the fact that neither you or i are steve harrington."

hand on your chest, you dramatically feign undying gratitude. it's silly, but your joke pulls a snort out of the dejected girl by your side, so it can't be the worst you've ever done.

as quick as the levity in the air comes, it goes. her nose rubs her forearm, soothing.

"you know, not everyone likes one or the other. things aren't so straightforward. people tend to come with their own specific settings."

robin stiffens up. you hadn't talked about this yet. you don't know if she would've ever told you. she still might not. you just want her to know, you…

"what, uhm, wha-" her white teeth almost blind you with the forced smile that spreads open. she's stuttering and shaking her head, trying to salvage her blunder.

"there might still be hope, with vickie."

blue teary eyes go wide.

you want to hug her, tell her 'your secret's safe with me, as long as mine is safe with you'. but instead, all you do is smile sympathetically.

"you're not exactly subtle."

"ughhhh." face hiding again, this time sobs break out and you have to hold back from pulling her head up and wiping the tears. "i just thought she might be…or this time it might…be different. how stupid of me, right, i know. but i swear there was something in the way we looked at each other, these tiny moments we shared during the games or band practice…"

so robin buckley is not oblivious to stolen glances. just yours, apparently. oh, you want to die.

"so she's got someone." you shrug, used to making light of every bad situation. "for now. relationships don't last forever, especially at this age."

you get a giggle this time.

"you're terrible."

does she really think so?

"wait, so, did-did steve-"

"no, he would never." you're quick to reassure your friend. "you offend me, you know? i wasn't born in hawkins, buckley, i've been around. there's a whole world out there, one i'd risk saying you don't know much about. sometimes it's closer than you might imagine. "

the words are at the tip of your tongue, and you wish it was the right time for that. it never seems to be. but it's no good to have robin short-circuit with the amount of new information when you're about to fight for your lives.

"and you're okay with it? i mean, you still want to be friends?"

i want to be so much more. i love you. i've loved you all this time.

"my feelings for you haven't changed at all." terrible aftertaste.

her smile is more sincere now, relaxed. she looks even prettier when she feels free.

glancing away, staring ahead, her forehead wrinkles. "do you think vickie would still like me if she found out?"

the air almost gets caught in your throat, mustering up supportive words.

"trust me, soon enough that tiny little molly ringwald wannabe will see the huge mistake she's made and probably show up to your bedroom window with a very long, very cheesy speech. you just gotta wait for her to realize."

robin cringes.

"do people really do that? wait around for the person they like to fall out of love with someone else and suddenly notice the right choice, you, was there all along?"

your turn to wince.

"you'd be surprised."

you're squinting, eyes fighting against the sunlight and tracing your friend's features, the ones you've spent hours dreaming about feeling under your fingertips.

robin finally looks back, a glimpse of hopefulness in her light eyes. yours avert to the shining asphalt.

her hands move to sit next to yours, holding onto the sidewalk.

"thank you."

it's a quiet whisper, you know she means more than the advice about vickie.

"anytime." you bump her shoulder lightly, eyes still on the ground. for a brief moment, you inch closer, looking at her again. "you're not alone, robin."

her pinky ghosts over yours for a fraction of a second, when you hear erica and lucas arguing nearby.

jumping up, you offer her a hand.

on the way to the trailer, she pats you in the back and says, "just hope i make it so i can hear that speech."

your smile drops as soon as her back is turned to you. you're kind of hoping for the same. there's nothing robin buckley deserves more than to be happy, no matter what that meant for you.

#robin buckley x reader #stranger things #robin buckley

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mabelstone · 10 months

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First Name Basis

matt stone x reader

summary: part five of Professor Stone.

masterlist can be found here 🧚

word count: 3106

note: fuck. drink every time i use the word gentle. i’m tired i’m sorry. anyway, i've starved you long enough, here's a long one :)

CW: throwing up alcohol, angst, 18+

You walked into class possibly the most hungover you'd ever been. Sunglasses on, a turtleneck hugging your throat, and the hangxiety from the night before lingering strong. You were still trying to piece together the events of last night with great difficulty. For now, the one thing you were certain about was that you'd never drink tequila again, your head was pounding like you were in a club with bass way to obnoxious, and that you were going to do your best to stay on your professor's good side.

Luckily for you, Professor Stone was in a great mood today. Unfortunately, that wouldn't last long.

Anyway, you thought back to what you could remember while you waited for him to arrive.

You pushed through the sweaty bodies in the crowded dorm room of your friends. The air reeked of pot, and the music was far too loud for your liking, your body vibrating from the heavy bass. It started with you taking a couple shots with your girlfriends, fighting back a gag after each bitter mouthful. By the end of the night, you'd consumed about 12; a terrible, terrible idea you'd soon find out. Before the drinks hit you like a bus, you were having a great time. You weren't ever really the party type, but your best friend was turning 23, and you'd never turn down free booze. You drunkenly sung karaoke with your friends, lapping up the attention you received from the invited men all night.

"Dance with me?" One suggested, arm extended to you. You looked at your friend with a shrug, what the hell, you thought, taking his hand in your own. He led you to the only free space in the living room, hands all over your body. You threw your head back and laughed, basking in the giddy, inebriated feeling you were drowning in.

He was getting a bit too touchy for your liking, so you made up the excuse, "I've gotta use the bathroom." You unwrapped his arms from you, drink in hand as you headed to the bathroom. On your walk there, everything started spinning, and you felt of the drinks begin to stir in your stomach.

With the worst timing ever, you felt a gentle grip on your arm as you focused on not throwing up everywhere. "Hey stranger," a familiar, dorky voice spoke softly in your ear.

"Trey!" You turned around, feigning enthusiasm as you embraced him. God, you prayed the bathroom would free up quick. "I didn't know you knew Mackenzie."

"Friend of a friend," he shrugged, concern suddenly painting his face. "Shit, you're so pale."

"Gee, thanks," you laughed meekly, beads of sweat starting to form on your forehead.

"No, seriously, you look like you're going to be sick." His brows furrowed together as he studied your features. Your skin was pale and clammy, and your world was spinning like a wheel.

"I think I am," you nodded, swallowing thickly. He ushered you to the bathroom, the last occupant walking out finally. You rushed in, immediately kneeling before the toilet. Trey stepped in and shut the door behind you both, genuinely worried about you. "Please don't watch me vomit," you begged, spitting out the pool of saliva that swam in your mouth.

"Okay, I won't, but I don't want you ruining your hair either." Like a cheesy high school romance movie, his slender fingers pulled your hair into a makeshift ponytail, respectfully turning his head away from you as you threw up straight alcohol. "Thas' it, get it out," he encouraged, eyes still looking away. Tears were running down your face at this point, forehead resting on your arms that clung to the toilet seat. Albeit, you felt much better.

You sat back from the toilet bowl, catching your breath with a scowl at the bitter taste left in your mouth. Trey was staring. You looked up, a bit embarrassed but you really needed that. “I just lost my study privileges, didn’t I?” You joked, picking yourself up off the floor.

“Study isn’t a euphemism is it?” He joked, watching you walk to the basin to chug the conveniently placed bottle of listerine.

He watched you intently through the mirror, small smirk on his lips. You swished the listerine and spat it out, wiping your mouth before saying, “Depends. Were you offering we study or we study?” You put emphasis on the second study, flashing him a flirty smile through the mirror.

“Both.” He replied lowly, stepping closer to you, gently turning you around by your waist. “But to answer your question, no, you haven’t lost your… study privileges.”

You stared into each others eyes for a moment, trying to search for any potential misunderstanding. His blue eyes sparkled as they looked between your own and your lips. His hands, still on your waist, slightly tightened in grip, a gentle expression on his face, as to silently ask, “is this okay?”

Still no words exchanged, just the sound of soft breaths slowly moving closer until you could both feel it against your lips. A gentle hand found it’s way at the back of your head, closing the gap between your lips. You closed your eyes and melted into the kiss, your hands also gentle over his biceps, polar opposite in contrast to the way you and Matt would kiss.

Why were you thinking about Matt?

His touch was light and respectful, as if you were a fragile piece of glass. Though very sweet, his hands travelled to your lower bum, lightly tapping the skin. You understood his cue, propping yourself up on the bathroom sink. You were now at eye level, and his mouth swiftly traveled to your neck. You were amazed at how an encounter so gentle and… kind could turn you on just as much as the rough, teeth clashing, hair pulling exchanges you were used to.

You moaned softly, fingers gently running through his hair. not pulling with greed, but bringing him closer with invitation. He sucked the skin of your neck, drawing sweet breaths from your lips as purple bruises formed. You were so absorbed in the moment that you didn’t ever want it to end.

Of course, pounding on the door pulled you both away from each other. He smiled at you sweetly, bringing your hair forward to rest on each shoulder, covering the little love bites he’d painted you with. With one more warm kiss, he pulled you off the sink and opened the door for you.

You then drank some more together. And that’s about where your memory fades.

You looked over to Trey who looked just as hungover as you, forcing a smile onto his lips as he waved across the room. You felt your cheeks grow hot, giving him a small wave back before turning back to the front.

“Mooorning,” your professor chirped as he walked in, happier than usual. He put his stuff down on the desk and looked toward the class, half hungover as fuck, the other half insanely confused as to why he was so happy. You’d bring it up after class. For now, you decided to use his good mood to your advantage, flashing a sweet smile when his eyes flickered to you. He… actually reciprocated for once?

“I’m tired,” you mouthed to him across the room. He nodded understandingly, smile surprisingly not faltering as you rested your head on your arms. He just went about the lesson.

You were woken by a gentle shake of your shoulder, jumping slightly with a sharp breath. “I’m only letting you off just this once, okay?” Your professor joked, “Don’t make it a habit, miss.”

You stretched in your seat, kind of disturbed to see him smiling not at the expense of someone else.

“And why might you be so happy, sir?” You quirked groggily, taking your glasses off and sitting them on the desk. From removing your glasses alone, he could tell you’d been drinking. The smile faltered slightly, but not noticeably.

“Divorce is finalised. Got shared custody of my kids,” he boasted, eyes crinkling at the sides as he smiled wide. “Got a pretty girl in front of me.”

“I’m so happy for you, Mr. Stone!” You cheered, getting out of your seat to embrace him in a genuine hug. It was nice to see him like this. Hopefully he’d stay this way for a while.

As you pulled away, he smirked, “big night, huh?”

Your cheeks turned red as you nodded. You weren’t sure why you were embarrassed, especially when you were an adult who was allowed to do that. Maybe the embarrassment was actually a well masked feeling of guilt.

His eyes were trained on you, burning a hole in your outfit. He grabbed the hemming of your shirt, asking, "this new?"

"Um, yeah," you lied. You never actually really liked turtlenecks, the feeling of it on your neck pissed you off, but when the time calls. "Do you like it?" You tried to sway his attention away from why you were wearing it.

"Yeah, you look good." He smiled and headed back to his desk. You silently thanked whatever God there was for his dismissal. As per usual, he beckoned you over to his desk, where this time he gestured for you to sit on his lap. Which of course, you willingly did, wrapping your arms around his neck before connecting your lips. You breathed deeply, taking in his scent, his warmth. You tried to ignore the guilt you felt about Trey. You really liked your professor, but it wasn't like you were gonna be together or anything. His fingers dipped into the neckline of your shirt while your lips were still entwined. You quickly grabbed his wrist, blurting out, "I wanna make you feel good." Good save. Luckily, he wasn't suspicious, allowing you to kiss his neck instead, palming him through his jeans.

You grinned in delight as you felt him quickly grow against your plam, his hands eagerly running up and down your figure. You placed a heated kiss on his lips once more, sinking down to your knees. He watched in anticipation as you unzipped his pants slowly, biting your lip as you watched his cock throb against the constraint of his briefs. You ran your hands up and down his thighs, watching the way his eyes turned dark as you teased him. You placed an open mouthed kiss to his clothed cock, proceeding to lick a stripe across the wet patch formed on the front from his pre cum.

You pulled his briefs and jeans down agonisingly slow, mouth practically watering as his leaking cock sprung out before you. You wrapped your hand around his base, applying a bit of pressure before slowly pumping your hand, giving a little kitten lick to his tip. You noted the way his eyelids fluttered and nostrils flared under your touch. "How bad do you want it, sir?" You batted your eyelashes at him, secretly shocked at the words that just left your mouth.

He raised his eyebrow at you, snorting, "what was that?" He wanted to play tough now, huh? You released him from your grip, sitting back onto your heels, looking up and him with a smirk.

"Oh, I guess you don't want it that bad," you sighed, standing up and beginning to walk away. "I best be going then."

His hand wrapped around your forearm, pulling you back toward him. He dropped his pride, basically whimpering, "I need you, Y/N."

He grabbed your hips and guided them above his own, lifting your impossibly short skirt up and pulling your knickers to the side. He then spat on his fingers, spreading it generously over your hole. You braced yourself as he lined his cock up with your entrance, asking softly, "you ready, pretty girl?"

You nodded, biting your lip. You both held eye contact as he slowly pushed himself in, a soft groan falling from his lips. You briefly broke eye contact, eyes screwing shut with furrowed brows, gasping at the feeling of him stretching you deep, every inch of your walls engulfing him. You gently rocked your hips, adjusting to his size, opening your eyes again to see his still locked on yours, hungry and hooded. His hands were on your hips, beginning to guide you up and down after you gave him an approving nod. It felt intimate, completely different to what you were used to with him. Slow movements, growing pupils, lips connecting to share soft, deep kisses.

You were unfamiliar with the feeling you were experiencing. A giddy, warm feeling that was foreign in contrast to the usual provocative, needy, lustful feeling you felt with your professor. He began thrusting up into you in time with your own motion, lips grazing your cheeks or forehead every so often. It was otherworldly. It always felt amazing, but there was something about this time. Instead of your usual loud and obnoxious string of curse words and heady moans, today you were both letting out short breaths and words of praise. His arms had snaked their way around your waist, basically hugging. Your head was rested on his shoulder, nails lightly raking his back through his shirt as you whimpered quietly, making sure he knew how good he was making you feel.

"That's it, darlin'."

"Does that feel good?"

"You're such a good girl, Y/N."

It was overwhelming in the best way possible, you didn't want it to end. That was until he started pulling your top off. You halted all movement, removing your hands from him and quickly pulling your shirt down.

"What are you doing?" He frowned, sitting back from you. You couldn't even find the words to say, tripping over your tongue as your brain failed to form an excuse. His brows knitted together as he pulled down the neck of your shirt, deadpan expression when he saw the light hickeys on your neck. You froze.

He chuckled dryly in disbelief, shaking his head and jutting his jaw. You climbed off him, watching the way he quickly pulled up his boxers. You felt sick.

"Sir, it isn't what you think." You lied through your teeth, slightly panicked.

"Aren't you a little old for that?" He laughed condescendingly, standing up to zip his pants. He towered over you and you sunk down into yourself, feeling ashamed and smaller than ever. You didn't say anything, just stared down at your feet, incredibly embarrassed.

"So, who was it?" He questioned, sighing as you fiddled with your fingers behind your back, eyes still locked on the ground. "Ah. I see."

"It was nothing more than a drunken kiss," you defended yourself, so quiet it was barely audible. "I promise it meant nothing."

"No need to explain yourself to me," he scoffed, bitter. "You can explain to Trey why he's gonna get kicked from my class."

"Oh, come on." You grumbled, rolling your eyes. There it was, there was the fiery side your professor knew and loved. "We aren't exclusive, Mr. Stone. I've never even called you by your first name."

"You could have?" He laughed in your face. "You're unbelievable. You'll put my cock in your mouth every single day, yet you're stuck on the fact you've never called me by my name? Like, come on, you've gotta hear how stupid you sound."

That's when the lump in your throat formed. He was back to the nasty version of himself you hadn't missed. Fighting your hardest not to tear up in front of him, you hissed, "What the fuck do you want me to say? I like you, Matt. A lot."

"Then why are you letting Mr. C plus shove his tongue down your throat?" Still towering over you, his tone was cold and intimidating. You never picked him for the jealous type... but then again, you never picked him for the bending-his-students-over-his-desk type either.

"What are you gonna do, huh?" You taunted, a new wave of confidence striking you. "Ask me to be your girlfriend?" The cocky smirk on your face elicited a rage deep inside Matt that was close to exploding.

"Get out." He commanded flatly, inches away from you.

"W-what?" You laughed in his face, the knot in your throat forming again as your cheeks heated.

"I said get out." He spat, eyes gleaming mean. "You're a brat. You're gonna learn the hard way that talking to people like that is only going get you hurt."

Your eyes burned as tears began to form. "I didn't mean it," you choked trying to blink away the tears. "I really like you, I didn't mean it. I just thought you only wanted sex, I'm sorry-"

His face softened as you spoke, grabbing your jaw before kissing you softly. You breathed hard through your nose, tears threatening to fall as you closed your eyes. He pulled back and wiped a stray tear away with his thumb.

He was one confusing motherfucker.

"I'm sorry, Matt, it didn't mean anything, I didn't let him touch me or anything, I only want you, it was a stupid mistake-" you babbled through tears, a sudden heavy feeling of regret weighing on you.

He pulled you into a hug, shushing you, running his hand through your hair. "It's okay, no need to cry."

You pulled back after a while, two smudged lines of mascara on the chest of his shirt.

He chuckled softly, brushing your cheek with the back of his fingers. "I shouldn't have spoken to you like that. I'm sorry. I shouldn't be jealous, you're right." He sighed, continuing, "I'm all over the place right now. And no, you're not my girlfriend, you can do whatever you want."

"It's just... kind of wrong." You stated, looking up at him through wet lashes. "It's fucked, actually."

"What, us?" He asked, and you nodded, a frown adorning your tear stained face. He sighed and nodded too. "I know. I want you so bad, Y/N. I think you know that by now."

Your heart sank a little. You knew where this was going.

"But I'm your professor," he swallowed thickly, pausing before continuing, "we shouldn't have gotten into this. It's not fair for me to mess with your emotions."

"No, don't say that," you pleaded, grabbing his hands in yours. "I'll drop out of your class, just, please. Don't."

He hesitated for a moment, biting his lip in thought. Your eyes scanned his face, worried. You prayed he wouldn't end it. You wouldn't be able to handle it, you got attached easily and god, were you falling for him.

"We'll make it work."

teehee that started going where i didn't want it so i had to think of something fast. maybe only 1 or 2 more chapters left xx

#matt stone #matt stone x reader #matt stone smut #professor!au #professor!matt stone

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So excited to finally share my piece for the Stranger Things Rarepair Roulette!! I hope everyone enjoys and I hope we can start writing Rarepairs more often!! Ao3 Link: Any Solitary Pleasure that was Sorrow in Disguise Pairing: Nancy Wheeler/Barb Holland/Carol Perkins Rating: Explicit TWs: Underage Drinking, Smoking, Mildly Dubious Consent, very slight Suicidal Ideation Word Count: 5,236

November 8th, 1983 marked a lot of firsts for Nancy Marie Wheeler. It was the first time she’d smoked weed, the first time she shotgunned a beer, and the first time she jumped into a pool with all of her clothes on. It was also the night that she lost her virginity, and she would never forget that for as long as she lived.

Now, if anyone were ever to ask her how it happened, she’d probably give them one of two answers. She’d either say something along the lines of “a lady doesn’t kiss and tell” and leave it at that, or, if she were feeling a little bit more confident, she’d say she lost it that night to Steve Harrington, up in his bedroom after getting out of the pool. But no matter which answer she gave, she’d have been lying. There had been a lot more to that evening than what is safe to air on television.

It had started off as a normal evening. She and her best friend Barb Holland had gone over to Steve’s for a get-together, both a little nervous in more ways than one. Nancy and Steve had been testing the waters of a new relationship, so butterflies were running rampant in her stomach, and she was hoping to be able to get along with Steve’s friends, too, so her anxiety was spiking as she and Barb parked their car and walked up to the door of the house.

Barb was more nervous for Nancy, she didn’t like seeing her upset, and Steve had been known to be a heartbreaker, as well as not always hanging around with the nicest people. Tommy Hagan and Carol Perkins were never ‘mean’ to them, per se, but they were never nice, either. She just hoped that the night would go smoothly and then they could go home with minimal amounts of trouble, especially since she didn’t want to see her best friend going all to pieces over some brainless jock with good hair.

But either way, they went to the door, and they were welcomed inside, everyone all smiles as they sat around on Steve’s back patio, enjoying what would probably be the last somewhat warm evening of the season. Steve seemed happy that Nancy was there, and was even pretty nice to Barb, so they weren’t having a terrible time. Even if Tommy was a bit obnoxious with the way he ran his mouth and Carol was a bit imperious as she sat by herself and filed her nails for the better part of the night. Still, Nancy was having a good time, it seemed, and because of that, Barb was willing to stay and put up with it all, for her sake.

“Aw shit, dude, where’s the rest of the beer?” Tommy asked at one point, giving Steve a certain look that neither Nancy or Barb could really read. Carol seemed to know exactly what it meant, though, and she smirked and rolled her eyes as Steve stood up, saying they’d be right back, they had to go find the rest of the drinks.

“Have fun,” Carol said in a sing-song voice, blowing away some of the dust from her nails as the two boys walked away into the house.

Once it was just the girls on the patio, it became a little awkward. Nancy and Barb were nerds, and they knew it, so they were having trouble coming up with a topic of conversation. Carol was a popular girl, smart enough to get by, but not top of her class like the other two, so finding common ground was like trying to find a needle in a haystack.

As it turned out, though, they all shared one thing in common: All three of them loved cheesy romance novels, which they found out when Barb took a shot in the dark and asked Carol, “So… Read any good books lately?” After that, they began to get talking, and it turned out that Carol actually wasn’t so bad. A little crass, a little uppity, at times a bit rude, but overall not that bad, and soon the other two girls were enjoying their conversation with her as they waited for the boys to come back.

“They sure are taking a long time to come back with those drinks,” Nancy said, glancing at the door and fiddling with the hem of her shirt nervously.

“Oh, yeah, they won’t be back for at least another half hour,” Carol said, stretching out on one of the loungers.

“A half hour? What could possibly take them that long to come back? What, are they brewing the beer themselves?” Barb asked, shifting a bit closer to Nancy on the chair that they were sharing.

“Nah, they just like to have some ‘boy time’ sometimes. I’m just glad they invited some girls this time so that I’d have someone to talk to while I wait,” Carol said, smiling a little at the other two as she tossed her dark locks over her shoulder.

“What do you mean, ‘boy time’? Wasn’t the whole point of tonight that we all hang out together?” Nancy asked, looking between the other two.

“It is, and it still will be, sometimes the boys just like to do what they call ‘pre-gaming’ to get themselves psyched up and raring to go,” Carol replied, wiggling her eyebrows at them with a goofy smile on her face.

“What does that mean, ‘pre-gaming’?” Barb asked, looking to Nancy to see if she understood.

“Oh, come on, you know what I mean,” Carol said, looking at the others, but they both just stared back in confusion. “Wow, you two are such goodie-two-shoes! You really don’t know what I’m talking about?”

Nancy and Barb both shook their heads, looking at each other, then back to Carol for an explanation.

“Wow, okay, you two have been reading the wrong books then,” Carol said, getting up and pacing a bit as she explained, “‘Pre-gaming’ is a term Tommy picked up from me, from one of the novels I read. It was a pretty good one, maybe I’ll lend it to you sometime, but anyway, the heroine had two lovers, and whenever they were all three in a room together, the two guys would get so worked up over the girl that they would excuse themselves to relieve some tension together before going back and ravaging the girl. That’s similar to what the boys are doing now. They’re working off some energy together, and when they’re done, they’ll come back out like everything is normal and we all have an enjoyable evening.”

Carol paused, having to laugh a bit as she looked back at the other two, their faces redder than her cherry crush lipstick and their jaws dangling down to the ground. “Oh my God, you should see your faces right now!”

“You… You’re not being serious right now, are you?” Nancy asked, her hands working even faster on the hem as she bunched up her shirt.

“Oh, I’m very serious. It’s not that big a deal, really,” Carol said, shrugging as she sat across from the other two, “They’ve been practicing their moves on each other ever since we were in middle school, and they’ve been friends since before any of us could walk. They practically lost their virginity to each other, so it’s nothing they haven’t done before.”

“No, no, I mean it-it’s fine, I just didn’t know they were both… like that…” Nancy said, biting her lip.

“Oh, don’t worry, they aren’t really. They still both like girls and know how to treat them. They just know how to play both sides, if you catch my drift. I’m the same way, it’s nothing to be weird about. Sex feels good no matter who you’re with. At the end of the day, a mouth is still a mouth, a hand is still a hand, and all the rest of it is just the extra cherry on top,” Carol said, smiling slyly, “And I mean, come on, you can’t tell me that there isn’t a single woman out there that you wouldn’t consider switching sides for.”

As soon as she said it, Carol saw the way Barb glanced at Nancy, then quickly looked away with her face even redder. She couldn’t help but grin as Barb took a second to get ahold of herself, then turned back, shrugging her shoulders.

“I mean, I guess I kinda see what you’re getting at,” she said, glancing over at Nancy again.

“See! I knew you’d understand,” Carol said, smiling as she reached out and took one of each of their hands, “So, what’s say that, since we have some time to kill, we have a little bit of Girl Time?”

“I-I mean…” Barb mumbled after a moment, “I mean, it could be fun.”

“What?!” Nancy asked, whipping her head over to gape at her friend. Barb flushed bright red, but she just shrugged under Nancy’s incredulous stare, refusing to look down and instead looking back to Carol.

“Y’know, you really had me fooled, Holland. I didn’t think you had a wild side, but I like the way you’re proving me wrong,” Carol teased, leaning forward and kissing Barb like it was no big deal. They could feel Nancy staring at them, but Carol’s tongue shoving into her mouth made it hard for Barb to really care. She never thought her first kiss would ever happen in a tiny town like Hawkins, and she certainly never thought it’d happen with a girl as popular as Carol, but she wasn’t really complaining. The only thing that would make this the best moment of her whole life would be if Nancy joined in, too, but she didn’t want to get her hopes up.

“This is nuts! We could get caught! Tommy and Steve could come back any second and-” Nancy tried, but Carol cut her off.

“Oh my God, for just one second could you just loosen up? We aren’t gonna get caught, and even if we did, we’re just having a little fun. Ever heard of that?” She said, placing her manicured hands on her hips as she glared.

“Yeah, come on, Nancy,” Barb chimed in, “You’re the one who told me to keep an open mind about tonight. And it’s not like anything bad can happen. It’s just a few friends having some fun.”

“But-” Nancy said, but this time Barb cut her off, deciding that Nancy just needed a little nudge in the right direction. She kissed her, gentler than the way she’d been kissing with Carol, but still intense, doing her best to persuade Nancy to loosen up.

Nancy was shocked at first, going still as a statue as her eyes shot open in surprise, but Barb had reached over and tangled her hands in her hair, holding her face and kissing her like this was more than just a tryst, and Nancy began to ease into it. Her eyes closed and she relaxed a little, starting to kiss back, but her brain was still racing to catch up. She knew Barb loved her, and Nancy loved her right back. But the way Barb was kissing her, it was as if they were more than friends. Barb was kissing her the way Steve always did, like she wanted to crack open her own heart and pour its contents into her chest to be kept safe. It was confusing, but Nancy didn’t really have time to process it, at least, not when Carol was starting to run her hand up her thigh and play with the button of her jeans. Nancy gasped as she pulled away from Barb, a jolt running through her as Carol easily opened her jeans, slipping her hand in between the denim and the cotton of her panties.

“Wh-what are you doing?” Nancy asked, breathless and squirming under her touch. It felt alright, little jolts of electricity shooting through her every so often and a little damp spot starting to form between her legs as she tried to keep them closed.

“I’m having fun, princess. And fun sure feels good, doesn’t it?” Carol asked, booping Nancy on her nose and giggling as she wrinkled it up in response. “C’mon Barbie, help me get little miss straight-laced here to loosen up some more. We both want her to feel good, right?”

“Right,” Barb said, not even bothering to correct Carol when she used the nickname. She hated being called Barbie, but right now, she was too dazed and excited to care. So she didn’t even think twice before pulling Nancy over into another kiss, keeping one hand on her cheek and letting the other slip down to clutch at one of her breasts. She could feel Nancy gasp again, but whatever Carol was doing must’ve been working, because this time she didn’t pull away. Instead, she let it happen, and only pulled back when she was dragged away, nearly losing her balance and tumbling backwards as Carol yanked on her pants, trying to pull them down and off.

“Wait, wait, let me get up,” Nancy said, her voice breathy and clipped, as if she had just woken up from a good dream.

Carol moved back to let her up, smiling in approval as Nancy slipped out of her shoes and started to shimmy out of her jeans, but she kept her panties on. It was still chilly out, so Nancy began to shiver as she stood there without her pants, but neither Carol nor Barb worried about it. They’d have her warmed up in no time, but they figured it would only be fair if they leveled the playing field a little bit first. Carol decided to pull off her shirt, dropping it to the ground next to Nancy’s pants and immediately taking Nancy’s hand and pulling aside her bra, placing it on her bare tit. She shivered a bit, Nancy’s hands were freezing, but it only heightened the thrill. She was about to take Barb’s hand and put it on her other tit, but Barb was busy taking off her shirt, so she waited.

“Holy shit, your tits are huge,” Carol said as soon as Barb had her top off, looking at her in amazement. “Fuck, they’re gorgeous.”

“R-really?” Barb asked, seeming kinda shy, crossing her arms over her chest as if to hide herself away.

“Yeah,” Nancy chimed in, reaching her other hand towards her friend. She slipped her hand inside her bra and made Barb shiver just like Carol had, but Barb had also let out a squeak and a soft sigh, so Nancy assumed she liked the feeling.

“Now you’re getting into the spirit of things,” Carol smiled, but it was less mischievous and more… almost caring. She kept the smile on as she took off her own pants, then went to unbutton Barb’s, only to find she was late to the punch. Barb had seemed eager to shed her clothes once it had started, and now she was standing there in just her bra, apparently losing her bashfulness, as she had taken her panties down with her jeans.

“Holy shit, Barbie Girl!” Carol exclaimed, her eyes going wide as she grinned, “I had no idea you were such a wild woman!”

“Well, you never stopped to ask,” Barb smiled, a blush creeping over her face.

“I know. My loss, huh? But that’s enough chit chat, I wanna know exactly what I’ve been missing,” Carol said, taking Barb by the hips and guiding her to sit on one of the loungers. She gently pushed her down so that she was leaning back in the chair, her legs resting open enough that when Carol sat down next to her, she could slip her hand between them. “Come on, Princess, come help me out here.”

Nancy walked over and sat on Barb’s other side, looking nervously between her and Carol, and swallowing before finally removing her shirt as well. She took off her bra soon after, letting it fall to the ground as she turned to Carol, hoping for some kind of instructions. She knew what kind of stuff felt good on herself, but she didn’t know if she’d be able to transfer that over to someone else, so she was hoping Carol would show her how to do whatever would make everyone feel best.

“Neither of you have ever done this before, have you?” Carol asked, but it wasn’t mean.

“No,” both of the other girls replied, their faces going red.

“Okay, that’s fine. It’s easy, you just gotta be gentle when you start out and do whatever feels right,” she explained, then took Nancy’s hand, placing it on Barb’s thigh. “Open your legs up a little more, Barbie,” she instructed, and when she obeyed, Carol motioned for Nancy to sit between them. “Actually, lie on your stomach. I’ll show you how to use your mouth.”

“My mouth?” Nancy asked, unsure. She’d always heard that felt good, but she never thought about trying it herself, especially on this end of it.

“Yep,” Carol said, smiling as she leaned down to show her. It was kind of an awkward angle, what with Nancy lying in the best position and Carol having to lean in from the side, but it worked nonetheless. She stuck her tongue out and licked all around Barb’s pussy, flicking her tongue on her clit and making her gasp and shiver. She continued working her mouth until Barb was almost shaking beneath her, and then she sat up, licking her lips and grinning as she let Barb take a second to calm down.

“See? Nothing to it,” Carol said, shrugging as she saw Nancy’s gobsmacked expression. “How’d it feel, Barbie?”

“Fucking amazing,” Barb breathed out, her chest heaving as she came down a little from the high.

“Good,” Carol said, “See Princess? Why don’t you give it a try?”

Nancy couldn’t really speak anymore, so she just nodded, scooching up on the chair a little so that she could reach Barb. She lowered her head but kept her eyes on Barb’s face as best she could, giving an experimental lick and smiling into it when Barb shuddered. She kept at it, becoming more confident with each swipe of her tongue, and relishing the little noises she was drawing from her best friend’s throat.

“Oh, Jesus, Nancy, don’t stop,” Barb whined, reaching down and holding the back of her head as she continued her ministrations. Carol giggled a little as she reached over and held Nancy’s hair back with one hand, using the other to reach up and grab at Barb’s tits, shoving her bra aside, and finally, leaving Nancy altogether to go behind Barb and, through the slits in the lounger, unhooked her bra so she could take it off. Once it was on the ground with the rest of their clothes, Carol grabbed both her tits and buried her face in them, licking and sucking at them like an expert.

Barb couldn’t believe the position she was in. She had two of the prettiest girls in school all over her, doing everything they could to make her come undone. She never thought she’d be here in her wildest dreams, and yet, here she was. And it felt better than any dream she’d ever had, so much so that she thought she might’ve died and gone to Heaven. And then Nancy flicked her tongue just right, and Carol squeezed her tit with just enough pressure, and she couldn’t hold back the shout she let out as she finally came, her entire body shaking so hard that her glasses fell askew on her face.

“Oh, Nancy! Carol! Fuck!” She shouted, her eyes blurring as the feeling fell in a wave over her body, making her squirm as she started coming down and they just kept at it. Finally, after a few more seconds, it became too much, and she was able to find her voice enough to tell them to stop, or at least slow down.

“Holy cow,” she mumbled when they stopped, catching her breath as they all sat up with smiles on their faces.

“Was it good?” Nancy asked, seeming kind of unsure, even though Barb’s reaction should’ve assured her enough. Barb didn’t answer her right away, instead grabbing her by the back of the neck and pulling her in to kiss her. Tasting herself on Nancy’s lips was an odd sensation, but Barb was living for it. She would spend the rest of her days craving it, though she knew she’d probably never get it again. Still, she could allow herself this time to hope, at least until the boys came back. She didn’t have to burst her own bubble yet.

“It was amazing,” she finally answered with words, and she fixed her glasses as she blushed. Nancy blushed a little too, and she smiled gently as she gazed into Barb’s eyes. She looked like an angel, and Barb could feel her heart skipping faster in her chest.

“I bet! All that noise you were making could’ve woken the dead!” Carol giggled, breaking the moment, but Nancy didn’t seem to care all that much when she saw her standing next to them, totally naked. Her eyes went wide with lust, and Barb’s would’ve too, but her heart was still trying to recover from the moment she’d had with Nancy. It hurt like hell that she was looking at another girl the same way as she looked at her, and sure, Carol was a sight to behold when she was like this, but it made the moment she and Nancy had shared seem so much less special, like it didn’t mean anything. To Barb, it meant everything, and it only hurt that much more when Nancy got up and moved over to Carol, already starting to kiss her like Barb wasn’t even there anymore.

“You ready for your turn, Princess?” Carol asked when the kiss was broken, taking Nancy by the shoulders and guiding her to sit on another one of the chairs. She gently pushed her back as Nancy nodded, then gave her a quick peck on the cheek before moving down to pull her panties off. Nancy didn’t hesitate or tell her to stop like she had earlier, instead, she just lifted her hips to help it along. “Glad to see you’re finally having fun,” Carol teased, twirling the fabric around on her finger a few times to make Nancy giggle.

Barb couldn’t believe it, but she almost hated the sound. There was a green-eyed monster inside her rearing its ugly head, and it had finally started to bend the bars of the cage Barb tried to keep it locked in ever since the first grade. She wanted Nancy all to herself, and hearing her laugh so easily and freely with someone that wasn’t her, someone that two of them had hardly been able to stand up until tonight, only made it worse.

“Hey, Barbie, c’mere,” Carol called then, and finally, Barb had finally started getting to the end of her rope.

“Don’t call me that,” she said, maybe a little too harshly. They were still supposed to be having fun, and she couldn’t be completely upset with Carol, especially since she didn’t have any way of knowing what Barb was feeling right now, but she couldn’t help it.

“Whoa, okay, jeez, you’re awful cranky for someone who’s just had what looked like one hell of an orgasm!” Carol said, but just shrugged it off after that. “Anyway, I just wanted to see if you wanted first dibs on deflowering Miss Nancy here.”

And how could Barb say no to that?

“Yeah, sorry, I don’t know what came over me,” Barb said, trying to keep herself at bay.

“Are you okay?” Nancy asked, sitting up and looking at her with big, concerned eyes. Barb forced herself to look away.

“Yeah, I’m fine,” Barb said, leaning down and lying in front of Nancy just like she’d done earlier. Nancy nodded then and just laid back down, and once again, it was like a knife to Barb’s gut that she couldn’t tell that there was something more going on. That, or she just didn’t care enough to keep asking questions.This time, though, Barb was almost ready for the feeling, so even though it still hurt, she’d been expecting it.

“Are you ready?” She asked, trying now to avoid Nancy’s gaze.

“Yeah,” Nancy responded, “Whenever you are.”

And Barb was ready. She’d been ready ever since the first time she found out girls could have sex with one another, but she had never told anybody that, and she wasn’t going to start spilling her guts now. Instead, she found a much more practical use for her mouth than speaking. She dove in and immediately started doing whatever she could to make Nancy feel good. If she heard her moaning or gasping or half-choking on the little puffs of air she could get in, she kept doing whatever it was that had drawn the sound out of her, and didn’t stop until she’d found some other way to please her. She treated Nancy’s body like it was the most sacred thing in the world, like she was a goddess and this was her way of praising her. And Nancy seemed to be loving it, so much so that she was coming quickly, within at least half the time that it’d taken for her to get an orgasm out of Barb.

As she came, Nancy’s back arched off of the chair she was on, and she threw her head back and let out such a moan, it was like she was a wolf howling at the moon. Her hands gripped the arms of the chair and her knuckles turned white from how hard she was clinging to them. Her legs trembled and her pussy quivered and pulsed around Barb’s tongue, releasing a little splash of liquid that soaked Barb’s chest and the lower half of her face. Barb wanted to draw out her pleasure for as long as possible, so as tears began to stream down Nancy’s face, she continued to lick all over her, nosing at her throbbing clit and using two of her fingers to massage inside of her, going faster when she heard Nancy gasp and felt her clench around them.

Nancy was trying to babble something as Barb continued to eat her out and finger her, but it was so incoherent that Barb couldn’t make out a single word. She just kept up what she was doing, going even faster with her fingers even though her wrist was beginning to ache, and her tongue was getting tired from how much she was working it. But it was all worth it when, within a few minutes of the first orgasm, she had Nancy coming again, and squirting even harder than before, soaking her almost entirely from the nose down.

It was only then that she gave Nancy a break, and as she sat up, drops of come still dripping from her chin, she could feel her heart beginning to stir again. Nancy looked so beautiful when she was undone like this. Her hair was mussed up and fanned out behind her, there were tears streaming down her cheeks, and her entire body seemed to be tinted pink and shone from the sheen of sweat covering her, even on the cold night. Barb could’ve stared at her like this forever, but once again, Carol just had to ruin the moment.

“Oooohhh, fuuuuuuuck!” She moaned out from another chair, her eyes rolling back in her head as she grinned drunkenly. Barb and Nancy both looked over at her as they heard it, and their eyes nearly popped out of their heads when they saw the little pink bullet-shaped vibrator she was holding in her hand. They hadn’t even noticed the sound it had been making as she used it, but they could hear it now, and they knew it stayed on as Carol rode out her own orgasm, then finally clicked it off.

“Where the hell did you get that?” Nancy asked as she stayed in the same position on the lounger, playing with a strand of her hair as she gazed at Carol in amused awe.

“I never leave home without it,” Carol answered, smiling slyly as she showed it off like she was Vanna White. “Care to give it a try, Princess?”

“I better not,” Nancy said, smiling a little disappointedly. “We better clean up, the boys will be back any minute, and besides, I already came twice, I gotta make sure I still have some energy left for if Steve and I go upstairs, right?”

“Very good point,” Carol smiled, standing up then and starting to gather up her clothes. Nancy and Barb did the same, but as Carol and Nancy started getting dressed, Barb didn’t know what to do. She was still wet, and while Nancy had just used her jacket to dry off her legs before pulling her jeans and panties back on, Barb didn’t have anything to use. Nancy didn’t even offer to let her use her jacket, instead just hung it on the back of a chair and continued to get dressed.

Carol must’ve seen the look Barb was giving Nancy then, because without saying a word, she offered her own jacket to Barb so she could clean up her face. She still didn’t speak as she used the jacket to clean up the chair and her toy, then tossed it aside so she could get it later. After that, they continued to get dressed, and had just gotten themselves presentable when Tommy and Steve strolled back out onto the patio, carrying with them a cooler full of beers and a carton or two of cigarettes.

The night went on pretty normally after that, only Nancy was acting different. She was smoking, and drinking, and just generally not being herself. Barb didn’t like it, but she knew there was nothing she could do about it. After all, why would Nancy listen to her advocating for her wellbeing when Steve fucking Harrington was encouraging the exact opposite? She knew she’d do whatever she thought Steve would like best, and that would include being a total bitch to her best friend since preschool.

“Hey,” Carol had said sometime around Nancy’s second beer. “You alright?”

“Yeah, I’m fine,” Barb had tried to deflect, but Carol saw right through her.

“Okay, whatever you say,” She said, shrugging, “But a bit of advice, don’t get too hung up on her, okay? You can do a lot better, and frankly, she’s not worth it if she treats you like this.”

Carol then leaned over and hugged her, which Barb didn’t expect, and suddenly, she just wanted to cry. More than anything, she wanted to cry. But she knew she couldn’t break down in front of these people, it wouldn’t wouldn’t do her any good. So she held it together, and she just tried to get through the night. But, of course, that would prove easier said than done, especially when she felt she had so little left to fight for.

So, that’s the true story of how Nancy Wheeler lost her virginity, and how her best friend, in turn, lost her life.

#STRairpairRoulette #ST Rarepair Roulette #rarepair #stranger things #carol perkins #nancy wheeler #barb holland #steve harrington #tommy hagan #fanfic

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farfromrealitypls · 1 year

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Secret Santa

Summary: What you thought would be the worst Christmas of all time, turned out to become quite the opposite…

Warnings: language if you squint, making out and FLUFF<3

A/n: I said i’d post this beginning of December, but I kept forgetting and then it was so close to be Christmas. So I just waited a few more days. I hope you like it and if you think it’s cringy… I’m sorry:) Merry Christmas!! I hope you have amazing holidays <3

“I’m sorry honey. But this is a very important meeting” your mom tried to explain with a motherly look on her face.

You couldn’t hold back your tears anymore.

“Who schedules a meeting around Christmas?! You just can’t be serious. Tell me it’s a joke.”

They were joking right? They didn’t just tell you that they gonna leave two days before Christmas to attend a business meeting in Washington.

“Y/n Christmas is just a day like any other day. Yes, it’s unfortunate this year but who do you think pays for our house? Food? Vacation? Investors like Luke Montgomery. So if you want a roof over your head and food on the table, get it together and stop complaining. We’ll leave you some money so you can order food.” Your dad left the room. You rolled your eyes and tried to suck your tears back up.

He was wrong. Christmas isn’t like any other day at all. Christmas was the only time where your parents would be home, relaxed and no business talk AT ALL. It would be all happy family and it meant everything to you, always has. You were aware that your parents work hard to give you this lifestyle, but honestly you didn’t even care about all those materialistic things. Of course it’s nice to be financially stable and live a certain luxury. You wouldn’t consider you and your family as super kooks. But you were doing fine. But they could put you in a barn and you’d be just as happy, as long as you weren’t alone.

“Honey we will celebrate New Years twice as big to make up for the missing Christmas ok? “

Your mom opened her arms and pulled you into a hug. You hesitated but hugged her back.

“It’s not the same mom. Not even close. I don’t care about New Years”

„I‘m sorry honey. It will be fun, I promise“

Your mom wiped away your tears and gave you a warm smile, before following your dad.

Christmas was in two days and your parents just left for the airport. You faked a smile and convinced your mom you’d be ok. Even tho this was just terrible.

You closed the front door and let out a deep sigh. You were so angry and frustrated so you decided to clear your head and go to the country club. Topper would for sure be there. You and Topper have been childhood friends since forever.

Walking in, you immediately heard the familiar voice of Topper Thornton.

“Hey y/n! Come here!” He waved you over.

You made your way over to the table where he was sitting with Kelce. Drinks on the table.

Your bad mood must’ve been obvious because Kelce immediately made a comment.

“Damn what’s up with you? Where is your holly jolly Christmas mood?”

“Yeah. Shouldn’t you annoy everyone with cheesy Christmas songs already?“ Topper added.

You rolled your eyes and crossed your arms.

“No holly jolly me this year… my parents just left. They won’t be home for Christmas.”

“What?! You love Christmas.” Topper said tilting his head.

“Yeah no shit Sherlock! Why do you think I’m in a fucking bad mood”

You didn’t mean to snap at him like that, but your emotions overcame you.

“Woah easy there grinch” Kelce threw is hands up in defense.

“I’m sorry. I- I’m really upset about this” you let your hands drop and picked at your nails.

“I know. Come here.“ Topper got up and came closer.

He pulled you into a hug. And a tear rolled down your cheek.

“I would make you celebrate with me and my family but we’re leaving for Florida tonight”

“No it’s ok. I’ll just order some food and bake cookies or something like that“ you sniffled.

Both boys gave you a soft smile and you haven’t noticed Rafe walking in. Who was now standing next to you. Grumpy looking as always.

You didn’t know what to think about him. He didn’t talk much to you and you were sure he didn’t like you. Just tolerated you because you were friends with Topper. He was just always there. Making sarcastic comments and sometimes giving you a hard time.

When you felt his presents you faced him. Meeting his eyes and immediately wiped away the tears on your cheeks.

“Anyway. I’ll go now. I hope you have fun in Florida Top”

You turned around to leave.

“Yeah. I’ll call you y/n” Top said.

You nodded.

“Bye Kelce” you waved at him.

“Bye y/n. Merry Christmas…” he said, genuinely trying to lighten your mood.

“Yeah, Merry Christmas” you chuckled and sighed deeply. Then you left.

Rafe watched you walk away until he sat down. Joining his friends.

“What’s up with her?” He asked dry.

“Her parents won’t be home for Christmas this year. She’ll be alone and is really upset about that. Sucks. Her parents are barely home anyway.” Top explained.

Rafe sat silent for a few seconds.

“She’ll get over it” he said and poured himself a drink.

Christmas Eve:

You were laying in bed until 4pm before you motivated yourself to get up, just to go downstairs to lay on the couch some more. Wrapping yourself in blankets and realising there wasn’t even a Christmas tree this year.

This was definitely the worst Christmas ever. Even that one time you had to spend Christmas in the hospital was better than this. You had a really bad appendicitis and had to get surgery. But your parents came to visit and spent time with you, watching movies in your room.

You forced yourself to watch some Christmas movies and then decided to order a pizza when it got late. You were watching “home alone” when the doorbell rang, you got up, opened the door and payed the pizza guy.

“Merry Christmas” he said smiling

“Merry Christmas” you replied with a forced smile.

You stood on the porch for a minute when you noticed a small box sitting on the porch bench. You were confused for a second and looked around if you could see anyone near. You picked it up and the tag on it said “Merry Christmas y/n”

Nothing else. You didn’t know who it could be from. It’s not your parents, obviously. You got your Christmas present early from them, it’s gonna be a trip to California.

It’s not from your friends either because you all agreed to just throw money together and go on a trip, instead of buying each other gifts.

The only explanation you had was that Topper maybe wanted to surprise you and told someone to drop this off.

You stopped the thinking and took it inside. You set the pizza on the counter and opened the gift. It was a bracelet with a deer charm on it. It was absolutely beautiful. You held it on front of your face to look at it closer. It was shiny and the little dots on the deers back were little diamonds.

“A deer?” You mumbled to yourself. You couldn’t wrap your head around the deer charm but it made you smile anyway. This is by far the most beautiful piece of jewellery you own and it definitely made your night better. But you were intrigued to find out who it was from, it had to be Topper.

You sat back on the couch and ate your pizza, the rest of the night went by fast and you ended up passing out on the couch, cuddled up and TV still running.

You woke up by the sound of your phone ringing. Whining you grabbed your phone and picked up the call.

“Merry Christmas!!” Toppers voice echoed through your head.

“Merry Christmas Top” you mumbled with closed eyes.

“How’s the mood sleepy head?”

You realised he was on FaceTime and you opened your eyes.

“It’s fine. How is Florida?”

“Oh it’s nice yk, warm”

“Yeah, hey Top?”

“Mhm?”

“Did you give this to me?”

You grabbed the bracelet from the coffee table in front of you and held it into the camera.

You didn’t wanna put it on yet, not before you 100% knew who it was from.

Topper squinted his eyes to have a better look and held his screen closer to his face.

“No? I was gonna bring you something from Florida” he shook his head.

“You don’t know who it’s from?” he added.

“No. It was sitting on the bench on our porch last night. The tag said “Merry Christmas y/n”

“But not who it’s from?”

“No.”

“Hmm. Your secret lover must be some kind of sugar daddy, because that is a really fucking expensive bracelet”

You held it close to your face once more, dangling it in front of your eyes.

“What’s the charm on it?”

“A deer”

“A deer?”

“Yeah”

“I have no clue y/n”

You let out a sigh.

“I think I’ll get a coffee from the new coffee shop and make some pancakes” you said with a soft smile.

“Sounds good. Keep me updated with the Bambi bracelet yeah?”

“Will do. Bye Top. Tell your parents Merry Christmas.”

“I will. Bye y/n”

You hung up and put your phone and the bracelet back on the coffe table.

You got up, stretched and that’s when it suddenly hit you. Bambi bracelet? You immediately had to sit down again.

Bambi was the nickname Rafe gave you a long time ago. But no, this couldn’t be. You physically tried to shake the thought out of your head.

There has to be another explanation. It can’t be from him.

You thought about it for a few more minutes, but Rafe was without a doubt the only person that calles you Bambi. You never understood why but it didn’t really bother you.

And that would be the only explanation for the charm of a deer. It wasn’t like a deer was your favourite animal or Bambi your favourite movie. It just wouldn’t make sense. But there is absolutely no way, Rafe wouldn’t do that. Not for you. He didn’t even like you.

While you got ready to leave the house to get some coffee, you thought about it so much that it gave you a headache. You kept repeating in your head “It’s not from Rafe” All of this made you realise that you secretly wished it was from Rafe.

When you opened the door, the cold air hit you and it felt amazing, almost blowing all those thoughts out of your mind.

You got into your jeep and drove off, “Santa baby” blasting through your speakers.

You parked in front of the shop, got out and walked over to the front door. That’s when you saw Rafe Cameron in front of the shop, leaning on his truck, looking at his phone.

Your heart started racing. Should I ask him? If it really wasn’t him, that would be so embarrassing.

You went back and forth in your own head until you finally found the courage to just go for it. The curiosity was just too big.

You walked up to him.

“Hey Rafe” you said smiling.

He looked up for a second, then looked back down at his phone.

“Hey” he said dry.

“Merry Christmas” you said friendly.

“Merry Christmas” he replied, not looking up from his phone.

He was a douche but he looked absolutely stunning, his hair parting in the middle, falling onto his forehead and wearing a button up that hugged his biceps tightly.

You stood there awkwardly for a while, just looking at him and thinking about a good way to bring up the gift.

“I- last-did you “

You stumbled over your words and Rafe looked up at you confused. He raised one eyebrow when you paused your stuttering to start over.

“Did you put a gift for me on my porch on Christmas Eve?”

“No? Why the hell would I?” He tilted his head and shoved his phone into his pocket.

“Are you sure? It’s a bracelet with a deer charm on it.”

You started to feel stupid.

“Well, must be from another lover because it wasn’t me” he said cold, staring into your eyes.

“Right…” you whispered.

You looked at your feet, feeling embarrassed.

“But-“

“Jesus Christ. Just go order your coffee Bambi!”

Rafes eyes widend and he started blushing when he realised what he just said.

“It was you!” You brought out in a high pitched voice. Eyes big and body filled with excitement.

He swallowed and clenched his jaw before talking to you again.

“Alright. Just don’t make a big deal out of it ok? I just didn’t wanna listen to you saying how this was the worst Christmas ever over and over again.” he said in a low voice, almost a whisper, like he didn’t want anybody to hear.

A huge smile crept on your face and you looked at him in awe.

“You didn’t have to Rafe” you said quietly and made a few steps towards him.

“Whatever” he tried brushing it off.

“Can I hug you?”

Before he could answer you wrapped your arms around his neck and pulled him close. It took him a few seconds but surprisingly he started to wrap his arms around your waist and squeezed you tightly. He took a deep breath.

Why did that feel so right? He didn’t let go until you did.

You pulled away just enough to look at him, letting your hands glide down his body, stopping at his chest.

He gave you his signature grin and stared into your eyes. His hands still on your waist.

The moment was interrupted when Rose stepped out of the shop, holding two coffe trays in her hands.

“Rafe. Come take one” she commanded.

You let go of him and he walked over and took one of the trays from Rose.

“Y/n! Merry Christmas.” She cheered when she saw you.

“Merry Christmas Rose” you smiled softly.

Rose got into the passenger seat and Rafe handed her the other tray he was holding.

He closed the door and started walking around his car but stopped to walk towards you, pulling you in with one hand around your waist and placed a kiss on your cheek. Without another word he got into his truck and drove off.

Your cheeks were burning and suddenly you didn’t feel cold anymore. Did that really just happen?

You ordered your coffee and drove back home.

While making some pancakes you could still feel his hands on you and kept smiling to yourself. The way he looked at you made your legs feel like jello. You debated if you should call Topper and tell him, but you decided not to.

You spent the day exactly like yesterday. Watching movies, laying on the couch. It was a lonely Christmas, but definitely surprising.

„His heart grew three sizes that day“ you repeated after the narrator. Then your doorbell rang.

You opened the door and almost verbally gasped when you saw the face you’ve been thinking about all day. He stood there, hands in his pockets, hair looking perfect and looking at you in a way that only Rafe Cameron could.

“Rafe?” you said more to yourself than him.

You were so confused by his appearance that you just stood there, holding the door.

“Are you gonna let me in or is there a secret password?” he said sarcastically.

“Oh yeah sorry, come in” you replied awkwardly and stepped out of the doorframe. He walked in and you closed the door.

You smiled at him and waited for him to say something.

“I just thought you needed company on Christmas day, since you’ve been alone yesterday” he said like it’s obvious and shrug his shoulders.

Your eyes lit up at his explanation. “Yeah i’d love that” you replied smiling.

“I mean, if you have plans I can-“

“No please stay” you cut him off and he grinned.

He stepped a little closer. “So what were you up to?”

“Just watching movies” you said quietly because him being closer made you nervous.

“Let’s go then” she smiled and stared into your eyes.

You made your way over to the couch. He sat on one end you and you on the other. You threw him a blanket and put on another Christmas movie. You guys giggled, had some snacks and Rafe complained about the cheesiness of all the movies.

You caught yourself staring at him, admiring him. He looked so mesmerising and you imagined yourself laying in his arms, you never thought you would but he didn’t seem scary at all anymore. You imagined what it would feel like to have his huge arms wrapped around you, holding you tight.

“I know yout staring” he said grinning, eyes still focused on the TV.

You started blushing and took your gaze off him quickly. Rafe chuckled and then turned his head to look at you. Your eyes met his. You let your eyes wander from his to his body and back to his eyes.

“Come here” he lifted his blanket.

Your heart made a jump and you crawled onto him. His big arms wrapped around you and you rested your head on his chest. You could hear his fasted heartbeat. You took a deep breath. He smelled so good, his cologne was addicting.

You continued watching the movie cuddled up and he started to run his hand through your hair. It made you feel all warm inside and sent a shiver through your spine. Why was he so nice to you out of the sudden?

“Rafe I’m confused” you almost whispered.

“About what?” He whispered back.

“This”

“What confuses you?”

You sat up to look at him.

“I thought you didn’t like me” you said softly.

“Well you thought wrong” a grin appearing on his perfect face.

“Why didn’t you say anything?” you questioned.

“Why didn’t YOU say anything?” He replied shrugging his shoulders.

“Because I was sure you were gonna reject me”

“There you go. There is your answer” his hand reached up and he gently tugged a strand of hair behind your ear. You reached for his wrist and ran your fingers over it and down his forearm. His gaze shifted to the bracelet that was wrapped around your wrist. He grabbed your wrist with his other hand and looked at it closer.

“Do you like it?” he whispered smiling, looking at you.

“I love it.” You smiled back.

He pulled you closer to him by your wrist until you hovered over him. Hands placed on each side of his head. You felt his hands on your waist, giving it a squeeze. You looked at his perfect lips and finally bent down to kiss him. He immediately kissed you back and his soft lips made your heart race. Your lips moved in perfect sync and it felt like this was meant to be. You unconsciously moved closer and gently pushed your knee between his legs, which made him let out a low grunt. That sound made heat travel to your core. He ran his big hands softly under your shirt, running his fingers along your sides and over your back. He smiled into the kiss when he realised that you weren’t wearing a bra.

That’s when you suddenly pulled away.

“Are you hungry?” You said out of breath, lips plump from the make out.

“Not for food” his eyes were dark and a wide grin crept on his face.

You cleared your throat and could feel yourself blushing.

“Not even cookies?” your voice cracked.

Rafe scanned your face and realised you weren’t sure of this anymore. He took one hand off your waist and cupped your cheek, running his thumb over it, smiling at you softly.

“You wanna bake some?” he asked.

You nodded and got off him. Both of you got up. You bit your lip and got nervous. What if he’s pissed now?

“I-I’m sorry. It’s not that I don’t want to. I just-“

“You don’t need to explain yourself” he grabbed your wrist and pulled you into him a little more rough than he intended to.

“That’s not what I came for” he smiled softly.

You leaned against his chest, squishing your face against it. He wrapped both arms around you and placed a kiss on top of your head. You looked up at him and he gulped.

“Oh before I forget. What’s with my nickname? Why Bambi?” You asked genuinely curious.

“You do this thing with you eyes. It makes me all nervous and shit.”

“What thing?”

Instead of answering he ignored you and just grabbed your face with both of his hands and kissed you. You didn’t complain and didn’t bother asking again.

You made your way to the kitchen, put on a Christmas playlist and started baking. You laughed a lot and had a great time. You never knew Rafe could be that way.

He was standing on the opposite side of the counter, looking at the recipe once more while you were mixing some ingredients in the bowl.

Your favourite song came on (Happy Xmas by John Lennon) and you gasped, your eyes lit up and you dropped the whisk.

“What?” Rafe looked at you confused.

“That my favourite song!” You squealed, big smile on your face.

He giggled at your reaction and shook his head.

“Let’s dance!” You cheered.

“Hell no.” He chuckled and looked back down at the recipe.

“Oh come on. Please?” You pouted and stared into his eyes.

“Fuck” he let out in a groan.

“That’s what I meant! You can’t look at me like that” he sighed and ran his hand through his hair.

You bit your lip, smiling, still holding eye contact.

“Fine c’mere” he held his hand out for you.

You quickly ran around the counter and took his hand, he pulled you in, placing his other hand on your waist. You placed your other hand on his biceps.

You were staring into each other’s eyes, swaying to the music. It felt like a dream.

“You know, this isn’t the worst Christmas at all.” You confessed.

“Yeah. Could’ve been worse for you than dancing THE Rafe Cameron”

You rolled your eyes and he laughed at his own comment.

Then he spun you around and when he pulled you back in, he crushed his lips on yours. You wrapped your arms around his neck, pushing yourself as close to him as possible and Rafe slung his arms around you once again.

You both pulled away to look at each other.

“What was on your wish list this year?” You asked, hands sliding down to his chest.

He grabbed your face, softly running his thumb over your lips.

“You”

You looked at him in awe.

“That was so cheesy”

He broke into a grin.

“I know” he chuckled and placed his lips on yours once more.

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Anyway I’m bored and Carmen Sandiego renaissance is on the brain. What are these characters like when they aren’t focused on the main plot?? Non VILE/ACME/Caper related dialogue seems so few and far between.. I wish we got to see their lives outside work. So I made some headcanons abt it

CARMEN

Player was her first exposure to the outside world so she probably holds a lot of his nerdy interests close to her heart. She’s not the best at video games but plays them regardless. She especially enjoys sci-fi horror movies from the 80s that go big on practical effects

Finding random trivia about different countries is genuinely one of her favourite hobbies. The little info segments she does are not part of the edutainment show. She is genuinely just like that. This woman is a trove of fun facts please let her unleash them upon you

In the same vein she LOVES quizzes. After missions she will drag Team Red to any bar doing a trivia night in her vicinity and will wipe the floor with everyone there. Fear her

Enjoys people watching. It’s why she’s so good at charming strangers despite her socially stunted upbringing. She’ll sit alone in a busy train station for hours and watch everyone pass her by

PLAYER

Look. We know this kid is a nerd. It’s canon. But which niche of nerdiness does he fall into exactly?

Despite being an avid gamer he isn’t very competitive about it. He prefers single player rpgs, especially ones with active modding scenes. He doesn’t even know what vanilla Skyrim looks like he probably wasn’t even born yet when it released

He will, however, duo queue with Carmen on unranked Overwatch. They are both terrible at it and think it’s the funniest shit

Enjoys sitting back and watching a good speedrun. Will have a video of someone doing a stupid BOTW challenge in the background while he hacks security cameras and such

Runs a DnD campaign for Team Red which they’re all crazy invested in. Shadowsan is the only one who doesn’t care for it but he keeps rolling nat 20’s on the dumbest shit and derailing the campaign and he finds everyone’s reactions too entertaining to stop. They have a rivalry only a DM and a stupidly lucky rogue could have

ZACK

We already know he’s kind of a meathead that enjoys sports and cars and cheesy action movies but I also think he has a lot of softer hobbies that he keeps to himself bc he knows they won’t take him seriously

He’s a secret crocheter. He’ll mend the team’s clothes when they rip but that’s the extent of their knowledge. He’ll sit for hours by himself and knit while listening to music. Sometimes Shadowsan will find a new pair of socks in his bag. When Carmen got sick once she woke up with a handmade blanket draped over her. Ivy has her suspicions but doesn’t wanna intrude

He loves animals. He never really brings it up because no one ever asks. He always checks out local zoos and aquariums if he has the chance. Grew up watching Steve Irwin-esque nature shows and still does to this day

His love of eating is less out of greed and more his own form of cultural appreciation. Idk what happened to his and Ivy’s parents but for reasons he can’t explain their cooking is one of the few things he hasn’t forgotten, so he has a lot of sentimental food-based memories. And experiencing other countries cuisine connects him with that

IVY

PERIOD DRAMAS. They don’t have to be good they just have to be steamy. She enjoys the hot women in pretty dresses. She and Carmen watch Bridgerton together and laugh about how historically inaccurate it is

She LOVES renfaires and similar high fantasy roleplaying communities. Someone please buy this woman a suit of armour

As an engineering prodigy AND fantasy buff she has a massive interest in Blacksmithing and Swords. That’s her designated lesbian hobby. She’s been trying to politely worm her way into a conversation with Shadowsan about the blade he returned to his brother for months now but isn’t sure if it’s too personal of a topic for him so she’s nervous

Her sweet tooth encompasses more than just chocolate. She’s secretly grateful to Zack since he takes most of the flack for being a glutton. She makes note of any bakeries they pass by on capers so she can come back later in secret and go ham on the pastries

SHADOWSAN

I think his interest in Samurai history starts and ends with his love for Hideo. He’ll happily discuss it and he’s studied it passionately, but out of a sense of respect and duty to do right by the brother he betrayed

He will NEVER, EVER admit it to anyone but he genuinely misses the adrenaline rush from committing petty crimes. He was a criminal for over 20 years. Lifestyles are hard to shake and change isn’t linear. He’d never succumb to impulse but he’s just kinda bored

He microdoses on the urge by pranking people. Everyone always blames Zack so he never gets caught. He also enjoys sneaking up on people and making them jump. He’ll always insist it’s unintentional. It isn’t

He’ll read and meditate and train to keep himself centred but he’s still a rowdy young punk at heart. Team Red is the first taste of freedom he’s had after a lifetime of VILE faculty monitoring him. The first thing he bought for himself after settling in at the San Diego HQ was a motorbike. The second was a new tattoo. The third was a potentially lethal amount of whiskey that he drank in one sitting

JULIA

We know she has a passion for history outside her work in Law Enforcement so she definitely goes to all kinds of museums in her free time. She’s the kind of person who enjoys learning just for the sake of learning (she and Carmen have that in common)

Outside of that she’s surprisingly good at karaoke? She gets stage fright but really likes singing and will go all out if you hype her up. Her taste in music is the exact opposite of her appearance and personality. Lots and lots of death metal

An aficionado for different types of tea. She keeps like 10 flavours in her house at all times. She especially likes floral ones that taste light and sweet. She hates iced tea with a passion though

Goes to botanical gardens whenever the weather is warm and the season is right. She likes the history of the old manor houses but she also loves admiring the landscaping and the blooming flowers. She could sit on a bench surrounded by local flora and fauna for hours

DEVINEAUX

Chase is an entirely different person when he’s off the clock. The unhinged high-energy maniac who froths at the mouth about La Femme Rouge goes dormant once he gets home. Especially after he got stranded on VILE island. That really gave him some introspection about work/life balance

The biggest, softest, sappiest hopeless romantic you will ever meet in your life. Passion is just part of his nature and he gets his heart broken A LOT. It’s why he throws himself into his work

He’s a really good chef. Like REALLY good. Before he was a cop he did a few summers as a line cook in his teen years and he retained most of the knowledge. His pantry is STACKED and he tries out recipes he picked up from his ACME travels in his free time. He’s a tad snobby about it because he’s French but you will not complain about the stuff he feeds you

Old movie enjoyer. His favourites are film noirs, cheesy romances, creepy eastern european animation and german expressionism. He has a fervent hatred of Marvel

Also one of those insane people who get up at 5am to do cardio. One morning before a mission he met Agent Zari with barely a glisten of sweat on his forehead and sadly informed her that he only got to run 15k and he wished he had time to do more. That was the first time she ever knew fear

#carmen sandiego 2019 #cs #player cs #zack cs #ivy cs #shadowsan #julia argent #chase devineaux

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