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headfullofpresley · 1 year

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𝐀 𝐆𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐞𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐂𝐡𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐦𝐚𝐬 𝐄𝐯𝐞 | 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬

Warnings: you can decide whatever era you want this to be in (can be modern!elvis too), strong language, smoking, elvis not liking dee, small mention of gladys, christmas eve without family, christmas eve party, not a 'traditional' christmas ig, drunk elvis, drunk shenanigans, small mention of sex.

A/N: Merry Christmas Eve, darlings! Hope y'all have a wonderful time where ever you are and whatever you're doing these holidays. 💗☃️

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It's the first Christmas Eve where it's just you, Elvis and your friends.

Dodger is spending the evening at Vernon and Dee's house, who decided to stay at home this time and would be coming over for Christmas the next day.

He doesn't say it, but Elvis is lowkey excited about this. This way, he could postpone seeing Dee for another day.

He decided to give everyone time off to spend time with their families and so on, so you two had been busy in the kitchen the whole day to prepare dinner.

He insisted on helping and while you thought it was sweet, it was mostly so he could get your praise when he didn't fuck up and boast about his cooking skills to the guys.

He was more skilled in the kitchen than you thought he would be and he was actually having fun with it.

His bordelaise sauce? Chef's kiss.

Now that he had to open a bottle of red wine for the sauce, he couldn't stop taking sips here and there because he's in the groove of cooking.

“Elvis, stop drinking that wine,”

“It’s opened and it won’t taste as good if it just sits there,”

“You know how you get when you’re wine drunk,” taking the bottle from him, you'd sneak a sip yourself and put the bottle aside.

He'd turn into a gossiping middle aged woman, talking everyone's ear off but when someone would give him a look or say something he didn't like, he could turn nasty.

You loved Elvis, but that's not the route you were planning to go on tonight.

Luckily, he hadn't had enough to even be tipsy so you made him a bloody mary to sip on while cooking instead.

Even though he didn't like to drink much, the both of you were planning to get drunk tonight since there wouldn't be any family around to tell you to calm down.

Getting ready together. Idk why but these are vibessss to me.

You'd help him shave, he'd help you style your hair because your arms would get numb.

“Red or pink?” you'd ask him, holding up two lipsticks in front of his face.

He wouldn't even hesitate to pick the pink one, because it fit the dress you were wearing.

“Let me put it on ya, yittle,”

Makes you pucker your lips, kissing you over and over again before he finally decided to apply the lipstick to your lips.

Him choosing the perfume he likes most on you and sniffing you the entire time after you put it on.

He likes the fact that he's in all black and you're wearing a pink dress. Food for his eyes.

Before everyone arrives, you two stand by one of Gladys' framed pictures and say a prayer, talk to her about the things you have accomplished this year, etc.

You knew his mother when she was alive, so doing this with you was extra special to him.

In the span of a half hour, the house was rowdy and crowded with people.

Members of the Mafia, their wives and girlfriends, some cousins and their plus ones, some other friends.

Since you had a big group of friends, the both of you had decided that dinner would be kind of a "self serve" thing.

You made food to last for days and everyone was enjoying themselves and eating their tummy full, so you and Elvis deemed your time in the kitchen a success.

Secret Santa.

He made the person who picked your name weeks before trade with him, because even though he had bought you a few presents for Christmas day, he wanted to give you more.

You had done the exact same thing, because you loved spoiling him just as much.

He bought you a pair of heels you had been eye-ing for months along with some other things he knew you wanted.

You bought him a bracelet with both your initials engraved into it, cologne (the one you couldn't get enough off), some skincare products. To you, they were typical things but he loved everything you gave him.

After the gift exchange, one of the guys suggested to light fireworks.

Since none of them could wait until New Year's Eve, they all went outside to light a few, all giddy and excited like the children they were.

Most of the girls stayed in or close to the house, including you because the only thing you could handle were sparklers.

With one of Elvis' coats draped over your shoulders, you stood near the front door, drink in one hand and sparkler in the other.

You were having fun with the girls until these fuckers would start aiming those damn fireworks at each other.

You were used to it since this was one of their things and even though you could laugh at it, you were worried too.

“Elvis, please be careful!”

“Yes, baby, always am- you son of a bitch,”

Red missed your boyfriend's head by an inch with one of the firework missiles, running for his life when Elvis came after him.

You knew he could handle himself out there, but you were relieved when they decided to leave the rest of the fireworks for NYE.

When they started a snowball fight, you and some other girls quickly got back in the house because you weren't about to freeze your ass even more than you already were.

The girls helped you clean the kitchen a little until the boys came back in.

He'd stick by your side most of the time but you allowed him to wander off now and then, talking to people and whatnot since you were doing the same.

The later it got and the more drinks were nursed, the longer he'd linger by your side when he found his way back to you.

He was getting more handsy too and when he wanted to dance, you knew the alcohol was doing its work.

Other people were dancing too and since you had a good few amounts of drinks in your system as well, you wouldn't deny him a dance.

Even if the songs would be upbeat ones, he'd keep you pressed against his chest firmly, his hand sneaking down to your ass now and then to give it a little squeeze.

Kissing you every chance he got. Like, full on making out and not caring that there were other people present.

Making home videos and taking pictures. He always wanted to be behind the camera, but would swing his arm over your shoulder to trap you into his side, blabbering into the camera about how much he loved you while filming the two of you.

The tape would probably come out horrible afterwards, but you knew he'd never get rid of it, because memories.

Would go around and make everyone do a little speech, making them say how much they loved his food and how great the party was.

You couldn't wait until he'd hear back his own drunken, slurred words so you could tease him with it.

You weren't much better, though. Telling your friends you loved them over and over and that you were going to give Elvis a handful of children.

Even though he was steadily getting more drunk, karate.

So, so, so much karate.

You had to barricate the Christmas tree with your body because Joe almost flew through it several times.

You decided to challenge your boyfriend and in his giggly state, he accepted.

“Gotta take those heels off first. Fuckin’ murder weapons,”

Laughing, you took your shoes off and threw them aside by the coffee table, mimicking his position.

Though before he could come at you, you pointed a finger at him.

“Do not throw me or anythin’, El, I swear!”

“Honey, this ain’t wrestlin’,”

He would already be laughing his ass off before even starting, but when you wanted to take advantage of him not looking your way, he caught you by surprise and wrapped his arms around your waist to tickle you instead.

More dancing.

Now you were the one almost flying through the tree because he'd spin you around like a rag doll, singing along to the music with his eyes closed.

Would randomly take two Christmas baubles out of the tree and hang them in the hoop earrings you were wearing - ofcourse he had to take pictures of that too.

Either has a cigar or cigarette hanging between his lips or fingertips most of the time because he smokes even more when he's intoxicated.

Makes you hold them when someone challenges him for a round of karate again or when he goes to use the bathroom. Would definitely pout when he came back to find you having smoked them.

Turned out you were better at handling your liquor than your boyfriend.

When he was laying on the ground by the tree and trying to sneak open random presents, you knew it was time to slowly let the party come to an end.

It was after three when the house was empty and even though you weren't exactly sober yourself, you felt the need to clean a majority of the dishes so you wouldn't have to do it tomorrow.

He'd call out to you that he was going to help, but he never got up, nor did he manage to open any presents.

Belting out random songs as he laid there on the ground, laughing excitedly when you'd sing along from the kitchen.

Did not help or whatsoever when you dragged him up the stairs, instead leaning his full weight on you.

You managed to get him in the bedroom though, a big grin on his face and his eyes tightly shut as he laid across the bed on his back.

His interest was peaked immediately when you took off his shoes and started undressing him.

“Are we gon' have sex?” he grinned, wiggling his eyebrows at you suggestively as he'd sit up a little so you could take his shirt off.

“Baby, no, it’s late and we drank too much,”

Once his shirt was off, he would cup your face and try to messily kiss your lips as you giggled.

“But I want youuu,”

“You need to sleep so you won’t be exhausted tomorrow,”

“Psshhh, I ain’t never exhausted,”

He'd roll his eyes as he'd let himself fall back again, watching you unbuckle his belt and pull his pants down.

“You’re so hot in that dress and I wanna fuck you,”

He knew that when he would give you those bedroom eyes and bit his lip all sexy, you wouldn't be able to resist him.

Even in his drunk state, he still knew how to get what he wanted.

Because you gave it to him. How could you not when his cheeks were all flushed like that and he looked at you with those hungry eyes?

He didn't last long, but by the time you were finished, you were so tired that you didn't care.

The both of you passed out pretty much immediately after.

You were woken up by voices coming from downstairs and when you recognized one of them to belong to Vernon, you widened your eyes and woke up Elvis by frantically shaking his shoulder.

He was grumbling and cursing immediately, trying to push you away from him.

Holding up one of the baubles that he found in between the sheets, he'd give you a playful grin. “Baby, I know you’re an adventurous little one, but.. seriously?”

When you told him his father was already here, he wanted to vanish into thin air because his head was throbbing.

Despite the hangovers you both had to deal with, it wasn't anything some food and medicine couldn't fix.

Christmas day was fun, but he decided that he wanted more Christmas Eve's like the one the night before.

No stress, no stepmothers annoying him.

Just you, him and your closest friends.

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powerofelvis · 1 year

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Chocolates & Cream

Pairing: Elvis Presley x black!reader

Word Count: 6K

Summary: You don’t get the whole idea of Valentine’s Day as you believed that celebrating love shouldn’t consist on a single day, but Elvis will show you that it's Valentine's Day every single day while you're his girl.

Warnings: Fluff, Valentine's Day date, smut, oral (f.receiving), mentions of a candy g-string, unprotected sex, a hint of breeding kink, foot play (if you don't sneeze), nipple play (if you don't sneeze), aftercare

A/N: Happy Valentine's Day, Babies! I hope you all enjoy a little cute fic for your favorite couple, Songbird and Elvis. This fic happens after the Sweet Inspiration series, so the troubles is long gone by this point. As always, I hope you all have/had a wonderful Valentine's Day. I love you all! 💗

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Valentine’s Day. You couldn’t be more unimpressed with the holiday. After all, who wants to celebrate only one day of being in love with someone? Luckily for you, you were back home with your sisters; the feeling of home always made everything better. You could say that maybe you were a little jealous of the holiday because you had never been in love before until recently. Needless to say, Valentine’s Day was your least favorite holiday and it would probably stay that way even in your relationship. It wasn’t that way for Elvis however, he was excited for the holiday. When he would call, he would make subtle hints about your upcoming trip to Vegas and how he couldn’t wait for you to see your surprises.

Ever since you had started seeing Elvis, he has always had a thing for spoiling you. You would try to turn away some gifts, but he didn’t really like it all too much, so you would give in, accepting everything that he gave you. Estelle and Cissy would joke about how they never saw a Drinkard woman covered in so much fur and diamonds, it made them jealous. You, on the other hand, weren’t overjoyed about being out and about with valuable jewelry and minks on, but when you were in Elvis’ world, it was all or nothing. So, you sucked up your pride and made yourself stand out as much as you could when you were out in public with him.

“What should I pack for this trip to Vegas, Cissy?”

“Make sure you have a nice dress, Songbird. Oh! That lingerie set that you bought before you left Vegas, Elvis never saw that on you, right?” Dee Dee sat on your bed, her fingers playing with her Afro as she watched you move around your bedroom, shoving clothes and accessories into your suitcase. Cissy sat beside her, nodding slowly as she agreed with her older sister. “After all, you’re his Bird now. We can only tell you what you want to hear, not what we think.” She laughed, Dee Dee raising a brow at her before shaking her head.

“Don’t pay this fool no mind. We know how much you hate Valentine’s Day. But it shouldn’t be that way this year, you’re in a very serious relationship with the biggest superstar of our time. Songbird, just promise us that you’ll go and enjoy yourself. Don’t be out there in Vegas like a bump on a log.” You let out a sigh, knowing that Elvis worked hard to provide a wonderful Valentine’s Day for you, so you could at least show your appreciation for embracing the stupid holiday. “I love him enough to travel to Vegas to celebrate. Look at that, baby steps.” You uttered, zipping up your suitcase before turning to your sisters.

“Now which one of you lucky ladies is gonna drive me to the airport?”

It ended up being Cissy, who drove you to the airport the following day. As you said your goodbyes and made your way to the proper terminal where your flight was, you could feel your heart pumping in your chest at the thought of being with Elvis once again. The flight went well, but you were nervous beyond measure at the thought of being back in Vegas after a short little break. As you exited your flight, you noticed couples everywhere, holding and smooching on one another. You grimaced, making your way out of the airport with your luggage. God, could it be more obvious?

“Hey Bird! Don’t just stand there!” Your head snapped over to your sister Myrna who was waving at you from a car. “Jerry and I have been waiting for about an hour for you, come on!” She yelled, nudging the brown haired man who stood next to her with his sunglasses covering his face. You knew from anywhere that it was Jerry, his suaveness always seemed to stick out. You ran over to your sister, wrapping your arms around her shoulders as you hugged her tightly. “How has California been treating you, Myrna? Jerry’s been treating you well?” You playfully glared at the man, who grabbed your suitcase before sticking his tongue out at you.

“I’ll have you know, Little Bird. Jerry has been a southern gentleman. California is nice, but we aren’t here to talk about me! We are here to talk about you and Elvis! I heard he has some fancy things for you tonight, honey!” She got into the car, turning around from the passenger seat to eye you as you got comfortable in the back. “He won’t tell me what he has planned, but yes, he has something planned for me and I’m honestly nervous. I’m sure that it’s nothing too serious, but I don’t think I’m ready for whatever it is. You know I hate Valentine’s Day!” You crossed your arms as you looked out of the window.

“I know, honey. But, this is your first Valentine’s Day being with the man that you love. You should be excited.” She giggled as she took Jerry by the hand as he made his way back to the Hilton, where Elvis has been staying ever since the break of the engagement began. He didn’t stay there all of the time, in fact, there were some times that you would go visit him in Memphis where you would spend all of your time in his arms or underneath him. You shook the memory out of your head as you eyed Myrna as the car made its way into the Hilton’s parking garage. “I am excited, I’m so excited that I have butterflies in my stomach. I just don’t think this holiday will be my thing though, you know how cringy these couples can be.”

Myrna raised her eyebrow as she shook her head. “Oh whatever, Bird. You’re just not used to being in love, but that’s alright! Elvis has definitely shown us how serious he is about you. It’s time that you do the same.” You knew that she was right, nodding your head in agreement that you would at least enjoy the presents that your boyfriend had for you, without feeling as if it was an obligation only for the namesake of a day. Jerry had removed your luggage from his car, handing the keys over to your sister as he stated that he would meet with Elvis for their meeting that they were having while Myrna took you out on the town to get you ready for the night. “Tell Elvis that he better have everything ready by the time that Y/N and I arrive after the sun sets, honey. He has all this free time to have things done, Songbird deserves a wonderful night.”

Jerry nodded his head as he pressed a kiss to her lips, before turning away from you both, disappearing in the doors that led into the hotel. Myrna pushed you into the passenger's side of Jerry’s car before she got into the driver's side, pulling out of the parking garage as she headed into town. “Let’s go get you dolled up for your man.” She giggled as she had a whole day planned for you to get pampered. The first thing that you did with Myrna was head to the local salon, as she stated on more than one occasion that you couldn’t knock Elvis off of his feet without having your hair properly done. As you walked inside of the salon with your sister, your brow raised as you noticed that there was no one inside. “Maybe they aren’t accepting customers yet, Myrna. Why don’t we-?” She rolled her eyes as she pushed you into the salon chair, turning you around towards the mirror.

“Now you know that I’m not letting a random stranger fool with my sister’s hair. I got everything covered.” Myrna was usually the one who would always fix your hair when you were getting ready for dates or even for shows at the Hilton, so it wasn’t a surprise that she wanted to fix up your hair for your night with Elvis. After she washed your hair, she pushed you back into the salon chair, sprucing up your hair in such a way that you had never seen her do before. Your hair was pressed out, little ringlets of your curls began to form as she pinned your hair up before placing a diamond laced clip in your head, pinning your curly hair neatly into a bee-hive type hairdo. “Wow, Songbird. You’ve pulled off this hairstyle better than I thought you would have.” She giggled, turning you around to see the finished product in the mirror.

Your breath caught in your throat as you noticed how beautiful your hair looked, imagining how you wanted Elvis to let your hair down as he took you repeatedly in his penthouse suite. Myrna could notice that the wheels were beginning to turn in your head, rolling her eyes as she shook her head. “Focus, bird. You have plenty of time to think about your little rendezvous with Elvis later.” You laughed as you hid your face behind your hands, a little heat moving up your neck as you let out a little giggle. “I swear, Myrna. It’s not what you think.” You giggled, eliciting a little ‘mhm’ from her as she turned her head to face you. “Keep your nasty thoughts to yourself, Y/N. I don’t wanna vomit on this special day.” She taunted you, turning your chair around to face her as she snapped her fingers.

A couple of women entered the room, carrying an assortment of polishes and makeup boxes in their hands. “I thought it was only gonna be you fixing me up?” You crossed your arms, already done with the day. You knew that she had a few tricks up her sleeve, but she knew that you would deny her if she told you what she had planned for you. “Hush! You wanna look good for your hunk later on, don’t you? Well, this wasn’t planned by me. It was planned by him. One of your little surprises, so to speak.” Your face heated up once again, the thought of Elvis hiring these women to fix you made the butterflies that you already had flutter up into your chest.

“This sly man, always having surprises up his sleeve. Alright, well, let’s get on with it so I can thank him properly.” You wiggled your brows as Myrna stuck out her tongue in faux disgust, going over to sit down in the waiting area. Olivia, the woman who was working on your makeup was a huge fan of the Sweets, gushing about how she adored your music and your relationship with Elvis. “I wouldn’t ever think that Elvis Presley would ask us to do his lady’s makeup, I’m literally trying to keep myself together.” She giggled.

You smiled as she added the right amount of mascara to your eyes, ensuring that she didn’t cake it on like you asked her. “I’m glad that he asked you to do this for me, I really can’t thank you enough, darling.” You smiled, looking up at her as she finished your makeup. “Could I maybe get an autograph, Y/N? I may not get this opportunity again.” She handed you a piece of paper and a pen, a huge smile on her face. You nodded, writing your signature before placing the paper up to your lips, getting a bit of your lipstick on the paper before handing it to her. “When the engagement kicks up again, come by and see the show! I would love to have you there.” You smiled as she blushed, her smile beaming brightly as she nodded her head. “I wouldn’t miss it for anything in the world! You’re so sweet! Thank you.”

Your nails were finally next, opting out the normal red polish that you would go for. You decided that a nice pink would suffice, something that you knew Elvis would love more than anything. Once your manicure and pedicure was finished, Myrna returned to your side as she tugged you out of the salon. At that time, the sun was beginning to hide behind the clouds. “Don’t worry, I already have the right dress for this occasion. Let’s get you back to the hotel, I’m sure Elvis is dying to see his woman.” You giggled as you followed her, nerves getting the best of you as the ride back to the hotel gave you time to think about what Elvis had planned for you. Myrna arrived back to the parking garage where you were previously. She had a smirk on her lips as she led you into the hotel, pressing the elevator button repeatedly.

“What do you have planned for me, Myrna? You haven't spoken a word since we left the salon.” She turned to face you, a mischievous smile forming on her face as she pulled you into the elevator once the car arrived. “That’s for me to know and for you to find out, little bird.” You shook your head as you crossed your arms, the tune of Elvis filling in the silence between the both of you. One thing that hasn’t changed since you left was the hotel’s support of your boyfriend, humming along to The Wonder of You until you arrived on her floor. She stepped out of the elevator, skipping towards her hotel room that she shared with Jerry. Once you stepped inside, your eyes immediately took in the box that sat on the bed. “Open it, bird. I can’t wait to see what is inside.” She wiggled her brows as she led you over to the bed. You let out an exaggerated sigh, walking over to the wrapped box that was on the bed. There was a note that was attached to it, the handwriting making your heart leap into your throat. This was from Elvis, his handwriting sitting prettily on the card. You turned to Myrna as she shrugged her shoulders, plopping down on the bed as she handed the card to you.

Songbird,

I know you don’t like Valentine’s Day. But after tonight, I hope that you’ll enjoy bein’ loved by me, especially on this beautiful day. Don’t worry, Myrna helped me pick this out for ya. I can’t wait to see you in this get-up tonight, baby. You’ll look beautiful like always. I love you.

Elvis

This man was going to be the death of you. You placed the card back down on the bed, before ripping open the box. Inside of the box, surrounded by gift wrappers was a light pink dress, the material staring back at you as you picked it up from the box that it laid in. You didn’t miss the white lace that sat on the hem, chuckling as you thought that Elvis must’ve spent a lot of money for it. The next thing that appeared in your view nearly gave you a heart attack, your eyes nearly popping out of their sockets as you turned to face Myrna who was wearing her signature smirk on her face. However, once she looked into the box, she broke out in an uncontrollable laughter. Underneath the dress laid a pair of g-strings, but it wasn’t any normal pair of panties. The thong was covered in heart shaped candies, the different colors varying from pinks and blues. “Is he fucking kidding me? There’s no way I’m wearing this.”

“Oh yes, you are! He made it clear that he wanted you to wear everything that came out of this box.” Myrna spoke through her laughter, tears flowing down her cheeks as she clutched her stomach. It was clear that Elvis had a plan of his own, but you had no clue where the candy g-string would fit in. You sighed, placing the candy coated panties down next to the dress before looking into the box once again to see a lovely pair of pink pearled earrings that came with a pink diamond encrusted choker with his initials spelled out in the middle. “Go on, Elvis is probably waiting on you and the sun is starting to set.” Myrna pushed you into the bathroom, shutting the door after you. You rolled your eyes as you decided that you would grab a quick shower, making sure that your makeup stayed nice and neat. Luckily for you, Olivia decided to use waterproof mascara so it wasn’t affected as you stood under the warm stream of water that hit your body.

After your shower, you moisturized your bronzed skin before putting on the perfume that Myrna had sitting in her bathroom. You wrapped yourself in a robe, opening the bathroom door to see that Myrna had left. You walked up to the bed, picking up the blush colored bra that sat in the box, putting it on your body before begrudgingly sliding the candy g-string over your hips. Although it was covered with candy, the inside was soft as it sat on your vulva. You put on your dress, the material clinging on your curves in all of the right ways as you looked at yourself in the mirror. Yep, Elvis was definitely right about this being the dress for you. You slid on your pink blush heels before clipping the choker around your neck, rubbing your fingers along the diamond encrusted EP that sat on your chest. Once you were completely dressed, you grabbed your clutch as you heard a knock on the door.

You opened the door to see Red standing at the door with a bouquet of pink roses in his arms. “You look beautiful, Y/N. These are for you.” He handed the roses to you, a giggle passing your lips as you uttered a quick word of thanks to him as you closed the door behind you. “Myrna is with Jerry?” You asked, tilting your head up to Red, smiling softly as he nodded in affirmation that she was safe with her boyfriend. After everything that happened with Ellis, you didn’t want her to be alone. Red led you over to the elevator, the butterflies returning once again as you entered the car. Red pressed the button that led up to the penthouse suite. On the ride up, Red engaged in a little conversation with you, asking you about how your sisters were doing and how you were while you were away from everyone. “We are doing fine, Red. We just miss being here in Vegas.” You giggled as you heard the ding of the elevator, indicating that you were finally at the penthouse.

Red didn’t leave the elevator, sending a wink in your direction as you stepped off. You turned around, slightly waving at him before the doors closed in your face. You took a deep breath, making your way over to the door before knocking. You were completely nervous, forgetting to use your code that let him know that it was you. The door swung open to reveal Elvis in all of his glory, his red blouse slightly revealed his tanned chest. You bit your bottom lip, clutching the bouquet of roses in your hands as you smiled sweetly at him. “Songbird, you look breathtakin’.” He let out a groan, wrapping his arms around you, his hands lingering on the swell of your ass. You hummed, taking in his scent that drove you crazy as you nuzzled into his neck. He pulled away, your right hand rubbing away a little of your makeup that got on his shirt before he stepped away from the door.

You walked inside, your eyes lingering around the room with a look of awe over your face. The room was dim; candles placed on every bit of surface that filled up the room, rose petals strewn on the floor and the bed, a heart drawn neatly on the sheets. On the dining room table lay chocolate covered strawberries and different heart candies and multiple bottles of champagne with wine glasses sitting next to them. You turned to see Elvis standing behind you, his arms crossed as he smiled down at you. “You did all of this for me?” You giggled as you turned back to face the dressed up room before you, placing the bouquet of flowers on the bar next to you before walking up to the table, grabbing a candy before plopping it in your mouth. It was your favorite, with the different messages varying from ‘be mine’ and ‘luv you’. “Well before we dig into those sweets, I have dinner made for us, baby.” Elvis spoke, your head turning to look at the plates that were made up of various foods from steak to lobster. “Lord, Elvis. You’ve gone all out.” You walked happily over to the coffee table, sitting down before waving him over to you. “Well, let’s eat then, honey.” You giggled, picking up your fork as Elvis walked over to where you were sitting, a smile still lingering on his face.

As you both ate dinner, you listened to Elvis talk about things that happened while you were away. You didn’t speak about the ordeal with Ellis, knowing that Elvis wanted to forget about everything. So, you both shared things that you felt comfortable talking about. You even told him that you were trying your hand on songwriting, wanting to write your own songs. “That’s so good to hear, baby! Maybe you can write a couple for me.” You nodded as you placed your fork down, semi full from the food and the little conversation that you found yourself having with your boyfriend. “Here, let’s go over and dig into those strawberries.” Elvis took you by the hand as he led you over to the dining room table where the sweets were sitting. He wrapped his arms around your waist from behind, placing his chin where your neck and shoulder met. Your fingers picked up the chocolate covered strawberry, taking a bite out of it as a moan passed your lips.

“Ya like it, mama? I know ya don’t like Valentine’s Day very much, but I figured ya would like a lil’ somethin’ different.” He spoke, his southern twang making your thighs rub together. You pulled your arm up to place the strawberry into his mouth, tugging at your bottom lip as you noticed the chocolate smeared at the corners of his lips. You turned around in his arms, wiping the chocolate from his lips before placing your finger into your mouth, the look of lust coating your brown eyes as you watched his adam’s apple bounce in his throat. “I don’t care for the idea of today, but I know that you love me all of the other days, so I figured I would give it a shot.” You giggled as your fingers caressed the material of his shirt, leaning up to press your lips to his in a soft kiss. Elvis groaned against your lips, his hands grabbing your ass firmly as he sat you against the table.

“Good lord almight’, mama. Ya’s sure do know how to get a man goin’.” He spoke, his words slightly slurring together as your fingers scraped against his scalp. He moaned as his lips peppered kisses along your neck, taking in your scent as his hands moved up your thighs. You giggled as you tilted your head back slightly, giving him more access to your skin as he licked and sucked bruises on your shoulder. “Baby, we haven’t even opened the champagne yet.” He shook his head as he placed his hands up underneath your thighs, picking you up in his arms as he placed you down on the table. “Fuck the champagne, mama. I gotta have ya now.” His voice rustled deep, sending vibrations against your skin as he pushed the candies and the chocolate covered strawberries further down the table. You hummed as he pulled your heels off of your feet, massaging the sole of your feet as his lips continued sucking on your skin.

You moaned out softly, the feeling of his fingers pressing into your feet sent shivers up your spine. Elvis sunk down to his knees, pressing soft kisses to the soles of your feet before his tongue left his lips, dragging a stripe up the side before wrapping his lips around your toes. Your eyes rolled into your head as you tilted your head back, whimpering as his mouth licked and kissed at your toes. You weren’t the type for foot play, but you couldn’t tell Elvis no on anything. He had you wrapped around his finger, knowing every little thing that he did would turn your world upside down. As he pulled away from your foot, his lips moved up your leg, nipping and biting on the supple skin before he spread your thighs for him. Your dress was pushed up over your thighs; revealing the candy g-string to him as a smirk crossed his lips. “I see my lil’ chocolate mama wore the candy g-string for me. Such a wonderful sight, mama.”

His lips moved up your thighs as his hands caressed your hips, grunts passing his lips as he kissed every part of your skin. His tongue pressed down against the front of the candy g-string that sat over your hips, the heat from his mouth made your mouth drop open as no words were able to pass through. “Elvis.” You moaned out, your eyes slightly closed but you could still make out his silhouette in between your legs. “Mm, chocolate, you taste better than those damned strawberries.” He chuckled, his tongue rubbing against the candy once again. As his tongue rubbed against the candy that held the g-string together, you could feel it rub against your clit, sending shockwaves of pleasure through your body. “Fuck, please…don’t tease me, baby.” You whimpered as your toes curled from the pleasure of his mouth on you.

Elvis knew that what he was doing had some effect on you, so he decided to move his tongue from where it was before placing his fingers over the front of the g-string, rubbing the now damp candies against your pussy. You howled out in ecstacy, your head tilted back as the candies rubbed circles on your clit. You were shivering, goosebumps appearing upon your skin as your fingers dug into the wood of the dining room table. “Ya like that, mama? Does that feel good for ya? Tell your man what yer feelin’.” His voice held a deep octave, filling your ears nicely as you struggled to form words on your tongue. “Fuck, it feels so good baby! Please don’t stop!” You screamed as one of the candies hooked onto your clit, your arms shaking as you struggled to keep yourself up. Elvis roared from your screams, his teeth hooking on one of the candies before ripping it off of you. The candies flew all over the floor, the string hanging in between his teeth.

His eyes looked up at you, the bedroom eyes that he always held meant differently this time around. “Looks like I made a mess already before we even started.” He chuckled as he spit the string out, pulling your hips close as he dug his face into your pussy. You hummed, feeling the coil in your stomach appear as his tongue lapped up the stickiness that the candy left on you. The sucking noises that he was making as his lips wrapped around your clit sent you over the edge, your orgasm crashing over you. Your juices poured out of you, coating his face as he continued eating you through your orgasm. You were pushing his head back away from you, the stimulation becoming too much to bear but he wasn’t letting up. “I know you got another for me, chocolate. Come on, give it to me.” He whispered as his long digit slides inside of you, your pussy clenching around it.

You hissed, your hips twitching as you laid back on the table, giving him more room to continue his assault on your twitching vulva. He placed your legs over his shoulders, pushing his finger knuckle-deep inside as his lips kissed your pussy lips sloppily. “Elvis, please. I can’t-,” Elvis chuckled as his tongue drug against your lips, taking one of them between his teeth. Your legs kicked up, digging into his back as his lips wrapped around your clit once more as he sucked harshly. Incoherent words were pooling out of your lips as you chanted his name repeatedly as he edged you towards another orgasm. “That’s it, chocolate. I know yer close for me.” He moaned as his fingers curled inside of you, pressing against your g-spot. He was rutting against your pussy, his hand managed to unbutton his trousers to release his hardened member. His hand was wrapped around his cock, rubbing the dribble of precum that dripped out of his slit around the tip as he moaned against you.

Your whimpers were growing by the second, shivers passing your body in droves as he continued sucking your clit firmly. At that moment, your second orgasm crashed around you, sending you convulsing on the table. The ringing in your ears drowned out yours and his moans as your eyes crossed into your head. Elvis pulled away from you, his hooded eyes watching you as he licked up your juices off of his lips. You laid there limp as he scooped you up into his arms, holding you against his chest as he walked over to the bed. You opened your eyes slowly; watching as Elvis unbuttoned his blouse, his cock pressed against his stomach as he watched you hungrily. He pulled his trousers down over his cock, groaning as the material ran over his sensitive member before stepping out of them. “You’re so beautiful, Elvis.” You managed to squeak out as your body shivered with need, eyes roaming his body.

He smirked, his lip curled as he crawled on top of you. He grabbed your legs once again, wrapping them around his waist as he wasted no time to plunge deep inside of you. Your breath caught in your chest, immediately wrapping your arms around his shoulders as you pulled him down to connect your lips to his. Elvis groaned against your lips as his hips slowly pumped against you. “Yer so tight, chocolate. Like you’re made just for me.” He whispered against your lips as you grinded against him, your brown eyes locked on his cerulean hues as he stared deep into your soul. Your fingers rubbed against the nape of his neck, the heat between the two of you made your heart soar. His hands roamed your body, pulling the straps of your dress down your shoulders along with the straps of your bra, revealing your breasts to him. He moved his lips down your shoulders, his hips still moving slowly at this moment before wrapping around your nipple. You let out a whine, carting your fingers into his hair before tugging on his strands, causing him to slam his hips hard against you.

As his cock slammed into you, he bit down on your nipple before tugging at it with a roar passing his lips. You held on to the strands of his hair as his hips unrestrainedly pounded into you. The sounds of the skin slapping filled the room as he didn’t ease up his pace, his necklace slapping against your chin as he continued looking into your eyes. “There it is, mama. I can feel ya clenchin’ around me.” He whispered into your ear as you clenched around him. At this point, the beads of sweat glistened on your bronze skin, the coil in your stomach tightening so tightly that you couldn’t breathe. “Elvis, don’t stop baby. I’m gonna fucking cum.”

Elvis chuckled, placing his hand around your throat as he held on, grunting with each thrust that connected to your body. The coil in your belly snapped; your juices shooting out of your pussy, covering his pelvis and his stomach as you shook on the bed from the overstimulation. Elvis continued pounding into you, the sight of you squirting brought a smile on his face as he fucked you through your orgasm. It wasn’t long after that Elvis’ hips started to stutter, hips slowing slightly as his darkened blues burned a hole into your face. “You want my cum, chocolate? Want Daddy to fill ya with my cream?” He asked, tilting his head to the side as the top of his cock continued pressing into your g-spot.

“Yes, Daddy. Please fill me with your cum.” You whispered, legs shaking like gelatin as his grunts grew louder. Elvis stuttered, spurts of cum shooting out of him, coating your walls. You hummed as you patted the back of his head, pulling him down to kiss your lips deeply. “Happy Valentine’s Day, Chocolate Mama. I hope I changed your views on today.” He spoke with such conviction, his cerulean hues beaming brightly as he pulled out of you. You tiredly nodded your head, letting out a hum as the emptiness made you pout. Elvis grabbed your hand, placing it against his lips before he moved off of the bed. You sat up on your elbow, pulling the sheets around your body as your eyes watched your boyfriend disappear into the bathroom.

The sound of water soothed you, your brow raising as you watched him enter back into the bedroom. He scooped you up in his arms, walking into the bathroom where you took in the sight of bubbles and rose petals filling the round tub that sat in his extravagant bathroom. “A late night bath, honey? You shouldn’t have.” You giggled, hiding your face in his chest. “If I’m gonna spoil ya, I’m going all the way, mama. There’s no half assing on my account, not now nor ever.” He pulled the sheets from around your body before sitting you into the warm water. Your muscles contracted as you let out a sigh, bubbles in between your fingers as you took in the view from the window beside you.

Elvis turned off the water, climbing in behind you before wrapping his arms around you. You leaned into his embrace, humming happily as you turned to face him. “Thank you for all of this, Elvis. This is one of the best presents I’ve ever gotten in my life.” Elvis beamed with happiness, grabbing the wash cloth from the side of the tub before squeezing body wash on the material. He softly scrubbed your skin, his lips leaving little kisses on your skin as he cleaned your body. You turned around completely to face him as you grabbed another spare cloth, squeezing a glob of body wash on it before scrubbing his chest.

You watched as your boyfriend fought to keep his eyes open, your fingers rubbing circles on his chest as he fell into slumber. “Happy Valentine’s Day, Elvis. I love you.” You whispered, getting nothing in return but soft snores. You giggled, mentally thanking your sister and his friends for helping your lover plan the perfect Valentine’s Day gift. Valentine’s Day is surely a holiday that you could get behind, especially being Elvis Presley’s girl.

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#elvis presley #elvis 2022 #happy valentine's day #elvis presley x black!reader #elvis x reader #sweet inspiration #songbird and elvis #daisy writes

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drenix004 · 1 year

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Blue | Dee (00)

❝𝐁𝐋𝐔𝐄 ⁝ He never thought he would like the color blue so much, nor that it was enigmatic, like the girl who wore it in her hair, to the point of having his attention. He was an enigma calling him to solve it, and he never left anything unsolved.❞

warnings: mention of alcohol, drugs, death, obsession, sex among others, if you do not feel like it!

rating: 18+

pairings: Dee x female Oc

¡English is not my first language, so there may be mistakes, don’t hesitate to correct me.!

He left Ches' store after a long day, after all it was Saturday and the older man had called him to help him organize some new accounts that had arrived. He didn't refuse, he wanted to have some time away from his idiot brother, he was sick of hearing the redhead shouting when he played video games with his friends and even more if it was the weekend. His steps were with parsimony, looking at the sidewalk as if it had something interesting. The typical noise of people around him only increased his boredom so he ended up clicking his tongue. But, he suddenly stopped walking when a soft melody reached his ears so he looked up from the ground and searched for the source of the melody. It was a violin that sounded in the distance, which aroused his interest because as far as he knew, no one where he lived played or liked classical music since it was considered for people with high socioeconomic status. When he realized where the sound was coming from, he began to walk towards it without realizing it. The melody grew louder as he got closer, the soft notes began to envelop him without realizing it, the notes were sweet caresses that reached his ears, enchanting them in a way that even he didn't understand. Soon he reached a small square and then he saw who was playing. There, surrounded by a small group of people, who like him were enchanted by the melody, was the owner of such a beautiful melody. A young woman wearing a French style chiffon dress with bare shoulders and long sleeves with a loose corset and white platform boots was elegantly playing that violin with her eyes closed, but her saddened expression did not go unnoticed. He couldn't help but wonder why she was dressed completely in white, did it have something to do with the song she was playing? But what stood out the most was her wavy blue hair, her hair was the first thing that stole the attention when the eyes fell on her. A gasp caught in his throat as she opened her eyes and connected with his gaze. The young woman's irises were a beautiful blue color, very different from his and showing a great mystery in them. She kept looking at him, making him nervous. The sound of a call coming from his phone put an end to the eye contact when he had to answer, so his brow furrowed. -Dee! -his brother shouted from the other line, "You have to come now, I've got my hand stuck in the pipe! -You idiot-he sighed, his mood had gone to hell when he wanted to look at the young woman again, but she was looking the other way-I'm on my way, but you owe me one. -Come quick, I can't feel her! I think I'm going to-" the blond hung up the call before he continued. He spun on his axis and quickly walked back to his house while still listening to the music that got quieter and quieter as he walked away. Dee didn't know it, but that had been the first encounter of many he would have with the mysterious blue-haired girl.

Fate had already made her first move, let's see how far her game goes.

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#deexoc #dee x reader #metal family x reader #metal family #heavy #glam #victoria #romance #comedia #dee #metal

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nightcrawlerzincorporated · 2 years

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I have a macdennis vampire AU bouncing around in my brain but I doubt I’ll ever actually write it out as a real fic so here you go:

Charlie is the oldest. He got turned long before the story begins, but he never bothered to keep track of how much time went by so exactly how old he is is a mystery even to himself. I like to think he’s old as shit though—over 500 for sure. He was born in Ireland but he moved to America so long ago he barely remembers it

Charlie is, at first, the sole owner of Paddy’s. He uses the bar to get easy prey (especially easy Alcohol Blood he can use to get drunk because you bet your ass they’re still alcoholics in this). Also when you run a bar no one questions why you sleep all day and are awake all night.

A few years before the story starts (maybe like 5 or 10 or 20 I can’t decide), Charlie met Mac when Mac wondered into Paddy’s one day looking for cheap drinks. Mac was the first person he met who he actually liked, so he turned him on a whim. He jokes frequently that he regrets it, but the two are still best friends and run the bar together

Mac simultaneously thinks being a vampire is super badass and a sin/insult to god. He goes back and forth between loving being a vampire and feeling intense guilt/shame, especially since he can no longer wear a crucifix or go to church. But he figures if he’s already a vampire he might as well sin and be gay, so he’s accepted his homosexuality at least mostly when the story starts

The story starts with Mac and Charlie wondering around Philly in the middle of the night, looking for shit to do. They notice two 30-something humans (Dennis and Dee) in fancy business attire looking very lost. Charlie insists they eat them but Mac thinks the guy (Dennis) is hot and doesn’t want to. They argue for a minute and settle on at least going over and finding out why two clearly rich people are in this part of town. Dennis and Dee immediately ask if Mac and Charlie have crack when they go up to them, answering that question. Mac and Charlie wonder aloud why they can’t get fancy business crack and Dennis and Dee both start talking over each other, ranting about how their dad fired them both and completely cut them off (Dennis insists it was all Dee’s fault, Dee says it’s Dennis’ fault) and now they’re forced to try and get their fix from a shady place like this. Mac lies and says there’s a guy at their bar that sells crack because he wants to excuse to hang out with this pathetically hot human more, and Dennis and Dee immediately ask to be taken there. Charlie mutters that he still thinks they should eat them, but Mac ignores him.

When there is no crack at the bar Mac lies again and says that the crack guy must have left while they were out. He offers Dennis and Dee (mostly Dennis) free drinks for the night and they accept, both getting absolutely sloshed. As they drink they both open up about how terrified they are and how neither of them can afford even a shitty apartment and they don’t know what they’re gonna do now. Mac quickly offers them jobs at the bar, despite Charlie’s protests, and says Dennis can live with him while he’s figuring shit out (Dee: “Why just Dennis? I need a place to live too!” Mac: “Yeah but I don’t want to live with a woman, so…”). Charlie reluctantly agrees to let Dee sleep in the bar while she saves up, which she hates but accepts because she can’t think of a better idea.

From there things fall into a new routine, with Dennis and Dee opening the bar in the evening and Charlie and Mac strolling in after the sun sets. They end up all getting along surprisingly well, Mac and Dennis especially finding out they actually have a lot in common and they enjoy living together.

They dance around each other for a while, before having sex. When Mac bites him during climax, Dennis quickly deduces that Mac is a vampire (he admits he’d been suspecting it for a while, and this confirms it). He insists on being turned, but Mac doesn’t want to because he wants Dennis to be able to go to heaven. Dennis insists that even if heaven is real, he sure as shit isn’t getting in, so Mac should turn him, but Mac still refuses.

Queue main bulk of story: Mac and Dennis try and navigate their budding relationship, especially regarding sex vs feelings, dealing with past trauma and internalized shit, etc, all while Dennis tries to become a vampire and Mac tries to prevent it. He tries to ask Charlie, tries to trick Mac into it, almost gets himself killed to give Mac no choice, etc but nothing convinces Mac. Mac thinks he’s being selfless and Saving Dennis, and Dennis thinks Mac just doesn’t want him to live forever with him. Misunderstandings and assumptions ensue, making things even more difficult.

At some point Frank shows up. He says he’s here to see if Dennis and Dee have learned their lesson. They try and kiss ass to get their old lives back. Mac is hurt that Dennis would leave him just for money, throwing another wrench in their relationship. Dennis insists he and Mac would still be together, but Mac thinks he’s just saying this to get Mac to turn him before he leaves.

But Frank ends up taking a liking to Charlie instead, and announces that he’s retiring to bum around with Charlie in the sewers and under the bridge. Dennis and Dee are furious about this, even more so when Charlie proceeds to make Frank a vampire almost instantly. Frank starts flaunting/abusing his new powers, making Dennis even angrier and more impatient for Mac to turn him.

I haven’t decided how I want Mac to decide to turn Dennis (probably something sappy like Dennis convincing Mac he’s not just using him and showing him he cares about their relationship beyond just being a vampire), but eventually, he does. Happily ever after…?

Sequel where they’re both vampires but still have other problems they didn’t consider. I don’t have as clear ideas for this one but it would feature Dee being upset that she’s the only human and Dennis eventually turning her “just so she’ll shut up” but really because he can’t imagine living forever without his twin, Dennis being way sloppier than the others and getting vampire hunters called on them (I think it would be funny if the McPoyals were a huge family of vampire hunters who are now after them), and Bruce Mathis having a cure for vampirism that he tries to force on the twins once he finds out they’re his kids.

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#macdennis #macden #macdennis vampire au

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randomcommentary · 9 months

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Commentary for The Idol Ep. 3&4 🫣

-woke her up out of her sleep to go shopping🫠 I wonder who paying

-Beautiful car but y’all can’t be doing the nasty with the top down

-assistant/bff is over it

-Maximillian Rattail thinks he Kanye dressing homegirl

-not him threading people with this weak ass voice😂

-she letting Rattail fire people and run her house after the first sleepover🧐

-we got the same satin scarf

-oh her chef is fine😏

-not Rattail slapping the fine chef and firing him

-this nigga in a windbreaker and an ugly one at that and telling her she doesn’t have a sense of style

-not having sex in the store lawd…

-this girl is so dumb

-Yas Dee question his ass!!

-they found out the backup dancer can hold a note and gave her song and video away😂

-girl get these cult members out of your house!!

-Sing Dennis Rodman Jr.!!

-they really just using her studio like it’s theirs🙃

-they all look like they stank

-not a family dinner. Baby, u got 2 weeks to make 3 hits and if you don’t the label will drop u!!!!

-Rattail sitting at the head of the table like he bought the house

-girl don’t make that photo for your photo album

-he looked at her like Ike did Tina at this table👀

-not the creative director falling for this bull rattail pushing

-GIRL KICK HIM OUT!!! U don't have to tell this man your business!

-he is not a therapist stop telling your business

-sitting at that table looking how he looking talking about I don't keep secrets from anyone knowing he playing the hell out this woman

-not the mama being abusive and controling I know she somewhere hot

-lawd no wonder Rattail was able to dig his claws into her

-what is going on???

-not abusing her with the same brush her mama beat her with😣

They should have canceled this shit and burned the rest of the episodes

Ep.4

-The weeknd and these random ass songs in these episodes

-not the help saying he got a Napoleon complex

-I knew my girl Dee was going to find out Rattail tea!!

-kidnapping and assault charges!!! Get that man out that house now!!!

-who told him to undo that rattail??

-trust him??? Bitch it's been three days!

-yass Dee going undercover

-I knew chole was underage😔 save her D!!

-a heroin addict as a teenager???!! Lawd

-damn backup dancer got a record deal already!!?

-if you gotta do this fifty shades of Rattail just to lay a track don’t do it in front of a crowd please

-what is going on????

-this is disgusting 🤢

-not the bff thinking the man that’s apart of the cult go think Rattail was wrong for what he did

-oh so this all the clothes Rattail got??

-so joss just telling everybody business

-wannabe Charles Manson ass

-Run creative director!!!

-🫣

-not hogtying this man

-a shock collar???!!!!

-not blaming this man for not outing her mother for being abusive!!

-girl fuck you and ya dead mama

-just fire him and leave him alone

-he told the whole truth about u and ya mammy and you couldn’t handle it

-this man is coked out his mind(push him down the stairs and say he fell)

-she don’t know that man from Adam Dee. He got prison tattoos but she ain’t really worried about the charges cause you think the woman he abused set him up

-telling her to tell the world about her abusive mother to tell some concert tickets...the whole world Craig??? Go tell the world instead of a therapist

-another Coke binge🙃

-bff/assistant need to call everybody at the label call tmz hell call Jenny jones cause I'm tired...

-yass young former heroine addict tell Joss about the setup between the backup dancer and Rattail

-not calling your ex to make Rattail jealous

-not him trying to be intimidating with this annoying ass voice

-he coked out his mind trying to fight

-lawd rattail go beat her ass with that brush for acting like she doesn't know him

-she really doesn't own any clothes that don't look like she works at P-valley

-she loves these Virginia super slim cigarettes

-girl really😒

-not rattail crying outside the door listening to her sleep with her ex

-creative director set the ex up for no reason...i guess he the new member to the cult

Yeah, they made the right decision on ending it early. I hope the last episode 20 minutes long...

#the idol #hbo #theweeknd #hbomax

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geminigirl0298 · 2 years

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All The Kings' Men

Relationship: Dark!Bucky x Reader, King!Loki x Reader

Summary: The Odinson Kings take over Midgard, appointing commanders to help them colonize the entire planet. Commander Barnes finds you during a raid of untouched lands and claims you as his own. You endure months of torture and abuse at the metal hand of the cruel man, and are set to suffer even more when he sends you to King Loki to break you further. Upon meeting the feared man, you find that looks can be deceiving, and rumors are not always what they seem.

A/N: Thank you to my editor @green-mischief-managed for helping me with this fic! Let me know if you want to be tagged!

Warnings: Minors DNI, 18+, very NSFW. Fingering, oral sex (f and m receiving), handjobs, blood and gore, torture, rape, knives, death, mutilation, choking, burning, breeding kink, forced pregnancy, vaginal sex, mentions of suicide. This fic deals with dark themes such as rape, abuse and torture. If these themes make you uncomfortable, please do not read!

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CHAPTER 8

The room you were assigned to was much grander than the one you were initially given. You were afraid that the king was going to stick you back in the same one he had allotted to you and James when you first arrived. Part of you wanted to raise the issue, but when a guard met you on your way in and led you to the new room, you realised you did not have to. Somehow, the king knew. He even had your belongings brought in and set up, so all you really had to do was come in and lie down. Not that you did that.

As beautiful as the room was—there was a fireplace and a golden-edged floor-length mirror, for God’s sake—you decided you had enough of being inside. You awoke the next morning intending to spend the entire day outside. Kari, the round-faced, strawberry-haired maid assigned to you, had come in to find you struggling with the corset of your dress. After a shared laugh and some unsuccessful tugging, you forewent the corset altogether. Kari helped you pick out a flowery, loose dress and asked how you would like your hair.

“Um…” You stared at your reflection. James liked your hair in a ponytail. He said it was neat, becoming of a woman meant to be his wife. He also liked to drag you around by it when he was angry at you. “I don’t know.” You turned to look at her. “What do you suggest?”

“You have wonderful hair, Lady Dee.” Kari ran her hands through your locks. “How about we leave it out? I can put some small clips in throughout. It’ll look lovely with the cut of your dress.”

You smiled to yourself in the mirror. “I think I’d like that very much.” Kari gave a little clap. She reached for the lid of the silver box on the vanity and removed it, revealing dozens of jewelled clips in various sizes. “Whose are these?”

“Whose are what?” You pointed to the box of clips.

“These. They aren’t mine.” Come to think of it, there were a lot of items in the room that did not belong to you. “The dresses in the closet and the shoes to go with them. All of this,” you gestured to the numerous beauty items and accessories littering the vanity table. “None of those things belong to me.”

“King Loki sent them,” she explained. “He figured you would not have any Asgardian wear.” Your brows lifted into your hairline. “Don’t you find them pretty? The dresses? I’ve always admired the clothes the royals wear. Nothing less than the finest.”

You looked down at the lilac dress you had chosen for the day. It was the first one in your closet of a long line of them, and you were too concerned with getting outside to truly look at it before. Now, in the light of the day and Kari’s words, you could see it clearly. “Royals?” You ran your hands over the bodice, feeling the softness and dexterity of the fabric. The gossamer alone was more expensive than anything you had ever owned. “Why would the king—”

“Hello?” The call was followed by two knocks. You rose to your feet, already recognising the voice. Kari trailed behind you with the box of clips as you hastened to the door and flung it open.

“Sven!”

“Miss Dee.” He smiled at you. “Pleasant morning. The king told me you requested me as your guard.”

“I did,” you replied, then quickly sobered. “I hope that’s okay. I mean, he offered someone else, but I don’t know the other guard and your name popped in my head. If it’s too much trouble, I can—”

“Miss Dee.” Sven touched your shoulder, ensuring his fingers stayed within the confines of the strap. “King Loki did not force me to do this, if that’s what you’re concerned about. He simply asked, and I accepted.” Your brow furrowed.

“The king didn’t force you?” Sven shook his head. “He asked?” Sven nodded. “Properly? Without threatening you?” You had a hard time believing that. Your mind kept conjuring images of the king standing over Sven with those ugly golden horns and impossibly coloured eyes while the younger boy agreed to do his bidding out of fear for his life.

“King Loki did not threaten me.” Sven gave you a funny look. “Whatever would make you think that?”

“I…Nothing. It’s nothing.” Your attention turned to Kari next. “Are you finished with my hair?”

“Yup.” She fixed one final clip and surveyed her work. “You’re ready. Have you any plans for the day?”

“I want to go outside.” You turned to Sven. “Let’s go outside.”

“Where?” He offered you his arm, which you politely declined in lieu of walking next to him. You were not yet ready for that kind of prolonged contact. “I can take you to see the gardens or even the training grounds. We can go into town as well, but I’ll have to let the king know we’re leaving the palace grounds.” Your eyes widened. “It’s for safety reasons,” Sven hurried to assure you. “The king is serious about the safety of his guests, and he’s taken a particular interest in yours.”

You weren’t sure how to feel about that. James used to say the same thing as an excuse for his abuse. I just want to keep you safe. He used it to justify his behaviour so many times that the words had lost all meaning. Now it was just an empty space in your mind. Four letters of the alphabet strung together that made your brain go blank and your skin prickle with trepidation.

But you did not tell Sven this. You kept walking beside him, close enough that you could reach out and touch him if needed but with enough distance to prevent it from happening by accident.

You were nearing the gardens now. A gentle breeze blew downwind from the flora and your nose was filled with the coalesced scents of the flowers ahead. Your head tilted back to take in the smells. They were so different from the few plants you’d been exposed to on Earth, yet similar all the same. The fresh scent of freesia, the sweetness of a rose, calming lavender and heady peonies.

“Miss Dee?” Your gaze went to Sven. He was staring at you with a concerned expression. “Are you well? I heard you were in the infirmary for quite some time.”

“Do you know why?” Suspicion dripped off your every word.

“No,” he said, and you could tell he was not lying. “I don’t know why.” He stepped closer to you, voice pitching low. “You can tell me if you want, but if you choose not to I understand all the same. It’s all up to you.”

His tone sent your heart racing. Did he… Did Sven know? “Sven?”

His brown eyes were alight with sympathy. “Yes?”

“Lady Dee.” You turned at the new voice. A brown-skinned boy walked towards you, all shaggy black curls and an adorable smile. You recognised him as one of Eir’s students from the infirmary. He must have been about Sven’s age, if you had to guess. “How are you feeling?”

“I’m well,” you said. Your behaviour from your time in the infirmary flashed in your mind, causing you to wince. “Was it you I took the tray from? The one I threw at the king?”

Erik let out a boyish chuckle. “No, that was Astrid. She’s a little miffed, but then again, when is she not? I was thoroughly impressed by your throwing arm. Not many people have hurtled an item at the king’s head and lived to tell the tale. He must have a soft spot for you.” His eyes travelled to the boy beside you, and you saw his ears tinge with pink. “Sven.”

“Erik. H-how are you?” Sven’s voice trembled like he was standing on shaky ground. You turned to him in distress, only to find his face as red as the poppies you could see in the distance.

“I am well. Did you know there is a show in the town square tonight? Some of the other students and I are attending.” Erik’s chin dipped, hazel eyes staring up at Sven from beneath long lashes. “Are you going to be there?”

“I…” Sven took a breath so deep you saw his chest form a concave shape before flattening once again. “I did not know about that. I hope you have fun, though.”

Erik’s face dropped. Even you, with your lack of luck in stable relationships and nine hundred years of lost memory, looked at Sven with disappointment. You would have smacked your forehead if the act wouldn’t increase the awkwardness of the situation at hand.

“Oh.” You could hear the dismay in Erik’s voice. “I-I guess I’ll see you around, then. Goodbye Sven, Lady Dee.”

“Goodbye, Erik.” He turned on his heel and left, allowing you to turn to Sven and admonish him to your heart’s content. “Sven, what was that?”

“Nothing,” he replied, though the colour was still present on his cheeks. “It was nothing.”

“It looked like something,” you pressed. Sven’s face fell. He began trodding along the dirt path between two rose bushes. “Sven, wait!” You lifted your skirts—feeling a lot like the protagonist in one of Darcy’s Charlotte Brontë books—and scurried to block his path. “Sven, what was that? Was that your boyfriend?”

Chocolate eyes widened in alarm. “N-no! Erik is not my boyfriend. He would never—I could never…”

“Sven,” you said tenderly, noting the unshed tears in his eyes. “Do you like Erik?” He nodded once.

“It would never work,” he told you. “Erik is older than me and much more experienced. He is friends with my older sister, Kari, and probably only sees me as a sibling.”

“How old are you?” you asked.

“One hundred,” Sven answered. “Erik is one hundred and fifty. His birthday was last month.” You had no idea how to interpret the age difference compared to human years, but you did know one thing for sure.

“Sven, I think you’re mistaken. Erik was trying to ask you out just now.”

Sven lifted his head. “What?” Disbelief was abound in his expression. “Miss Dee, you flatter me. That cannot be true. Erik was just being polite.”

“Erik was trying to ask you out on a date,” you insisted, “and you turned him down. Didn’t you see how disappointed he was?” Sven seemed at a loss for words.

“H-he was going with a group,” he defended. “He said that himself; you heard him.”

You waved a hand dismissively. “He was saying that to make you more comfortable and remove the pressure. If you had said yes, I’m pretty sure he was going to come back later and tell you the rest of the group pulled out.” Sven’s head whipped to Erik’s retreating back, still visible a little way from where you stood. “Do you want to go with him?”

“Yes!” Sven nodded with enthusiasm. “I very much do.”

“Go,” you said. “Run after him and tell him you changed your mind. I’ll wait right here.” Sven gave a firm shake of his head.

“I cannot leave you. King Loki gave me explicit orders to look after you and I will not let him down.” His loyalty to his monarch would be impressive if you thought the king deserving of it.

“Sven,” you began, “go after Erik. I promise I’ll stay rooted to this spot until you return.” The boy did not look convinced. “Sven, go. The flowers can’t hurt me. I’ll be fine.”

Your reassurance seemed to do the trick. Sven promised to be back in a jiffy then took off, running with impressive speed towards Erik. You watched with a soft smile as he caught up to him. He called out to Erik, who spun around faster than a bullet could leave a gun. Sven began to say something to Erik, hands moving animatedly, and you stifled a laugh at his antics.

“Isn’t that sweet.” You stiffened. “I’m surprised the king allows such dalliances. Not sure what two boys can do together when it comes to procreating.” A shadow cast over you, swallowing up your smaller one with a six-foot-two frame packed with muscle and topped with a thick neck. His meaty paw descended on your shoulder and wrenched you around to face cold baby blues.

“Steve.”

ooOOoo

“You did what?” Loki rose to his feet in a panic. Thor sat across from him on the opposite side of the desk. The earlier pride on his face morphed into discomfort, and the blond god looked down at his twiddling thumbs. “Why in the Hel would you invite Steve Rogers to Asgard?”

“I thought he could help!” Thor insisted. “Jane said you needed to know how far the treachery went, and I thought we could lure him here and get information. You have your ways.” Loki pinched the bridge of his nose.

“Thor, I had already devised a way to gain information.” He lifted a parchment of paper with paragraphs that were still being written. “I gave an enchanted pen to Bruce Banner and he has been feeding me insight since he left. You would have known this if you had cared to attend the meeting I had yesterday.”

Thor frowned. “I was busy.”

“Yes, yes.” Loki waved a hand. “I know all about your sulking and moping. Is that over with now? Because we have other pressing matters at hand.”

“Just let me talk to Steve,” Thor insisted. “He was my friend once. I’m sure I can get through to him.”

“You know as well as I do there is no getting through to men like that.” The statement shut Thor right up. His mouth closed with a snap, hands fisting on his breeches. “You should not have done this, brother. No good can come from him being here, from him being around Lady Dee.”

Loki’s mind went frantic in an attempt to figure out how to solve the situation. Steve Rogers could not find you. He could not come across you. There was too much at stake—namely your safety and the plan at hand—for him to allow that to happen. “Where is the captain?”

“I don’t know,” Thor shrugged. “He should be here by now.” Loki snapped the pencil he was holding in half.

“Guards!” he shouted at the door. “Guards, come here! Find Lady Dee and bring her to me, now!”

The doors opened, but instead of Dag and Harald, Erik the young healer came barging in. He was breathing hard, curls stuck to his forehead with sweat. His wild eyes darted around the room until they landed on Loki himself. “My king!”

“What is it, child?” A chill took hold of him, sliding down his spine in a way that made him shiver. “Spit it out.”

“It’s Lady Dee! You must come at once!”

ooOOoo

“Steve.” You stared up at the ex-golden boy of the previously known United States of America. He was the very last person you expected to run into on Asgard of all places. “W-what are you doing here?”

“Surprised to see me?” He gave you a piercing smile. “Thor invited me. Said it’s been a while since he’s seen me and wanted to catch up.” Steve took a step closer to you. “How are you?”

“Fine.” You said what was expected of you. “I’m fine. How’s Sharon?” Steve’s pink lips curled up in a little smile. You were trying to decipher if it was cruel or not when he said one simple word.

“Pregnant.”

Your blood ran cold. Disbelief contorted your features, pulling down the sides of your mouth and knitting your brows over the bridge of your nose. Even your hands fisted in the fairy-like material of your dress. “W-what?”

“Yup,” Steve popped the ‘p’ like he was talking about the weather and not the abuse of his once loved girlfriend. “Found out yesterday. You’re going to be an aunt.”

“Congratulations. I’m so happy for you,” you lied.

Steve lifted a blond brow. “Are you?” He took a step closer, forcing you back into the rose bush. Thorns pricked with warning against the bare flesh of your arm. “I found out she was taking birth control. She told me they were fertility pills, but after your little stunt stealing Bruce’s, I decided to get them tested by Dr. Cho. Turns out they weren’t fertility pills at all. She was purposely trying to keep us from getting pregnant.”

“I-I,” you bit your tongue, forcing yourself to relax so you could give him an answer that would not incriminate you or Bruce. “That’s terrible.”

“You knew, didn’t you?” His blue eyes were ice in his chiselled face. “You knew she was taking them—you and Nat. Why the fuck did you think it was okay to get involved in our affairs?”

“Steve,” you used his first name so rarely that the sound was foreign in your mouth and on your tongue. “Steve, I didn’t know. I swear it. I wasn’t even aware you were trying until James told me.”

“Funny you should mention Bucky. I expected him back a week ago, but instead, I got a letter from him saying his mission was extended.” Steve’s other foot joined the one in front, effectively placing himself less than a foot from your body. “You wouldn’t happen to know anything about that, would you?”

“No.” You realised too late that your reply had come too quickly. Steve took his hands out of his pockets and let them hang loosely at his sides. It would have gone unnoticed by anyone else, but Sharon had described well Steve’s tells before he hit her.

“I don’t believe you.”

“I didn’t say anything,” you insisted. “Steve—”

“It’s Captain or Commander Rogers,” he snapped. “Or did you forget who the fuck you were talking to?”

You blinked away the tears forming in your eyes. “Captain,” you began, “I don’t know why James’ mission was extended. I’ve hardly spoken to anyone since I’ve been here.”

“Bullshit,” Steve hissed. “I know you said something. Tell me what it is before I beat it out of you.” He lifted a hand to stroke your face and you flinched. “Buck won’t mind if I discipline you while he’s away.”

“Ask the king.” You weren’t sure why you said it. King Loki was not your friend by any means, and your feelings towards the man bordered primarily on hatred, yet you could not help recalling his words on the bridge. He had promised you security in return for information. That aside, Sven and even Erik had alluded to him making your safety a priority. If nothing else, you were certain he would protect you from Steve. “King Loki will tell you why he sent James away.”

“Have you spoken to him?” Panic bled into Steve’s voice. “King Loki. What did you say to him?”

“Nothing. He hasn’t spoken to me outside of meeting me and telling me James won’t be back ye—Ah!” While you were speaking, Steve trailed his hand up into your hair and gave a mighty yank. Two of the clips fell out of your hair and clattered to the ground.

“You’re lying,” he snarled. He pressed you into the rose bush until the thorns ripped your skin. You let out a gasp of pain as the hot blood stained the leaves behind. “I know you’re lying. Buck has never had a mission extended so long. What did you say?”

“I told you I didn’t say anything. Let me go!” You struggled in his grasp. Steve held you fast, rendering you unable to twist out of his arms. “You’re hurting me! Let me go!”

“Let her go!” Steve’s eyes went wide. He jerked forward like he had been hit and dropped your arm. “Now step away from her. Step back!” Tears of relief fell down your face at the sight before you.

Sven stood behind Steve with his sword drawn, the tip of which was pressed between the captain’s shoulder blades. He pulled it back and made a wide circle until he was in front of you and Steve was a sword’s length away. “Miss,” Sven gazed over his shoulder at you. “Are you okay?”

“She’s fine—”

“I wasn’t speaking to you!” Sven thrust the tip towards Steve’s chest. The man’s hands went up in surrender. “I was speaking to Miss Dee.” You saw Steve lift a brow at the moniker. “Miss Dee,” Sven asked, directing his words at you. “Are you okay?”

“No,” you admitted. Malice overtook you as you recalled Steve’s words. “He was going to hit me.”

It was like flipping a switch. One minute Sven was blocking you from Steve, and the next he had him on the ground. His sword pressed into Steve’s chest, blood blooming against the grey of his shirt. “You were going to hit her? You like to hit women? Do you?”

“Buddy,” Steve began in a cavalier voice, seemingly uncaring about the sword at his chest. “She’s lying. We had this problem back home with her. She was always—”

“I saw you!” Sven pressed the sword deeper, drawing more blood from the wound. “I saw you roughing her up. Was my sight lying to me as well?”

“Sven!” Your hands snaked up his back to grip the neck of his tunic. Red from your arms polka-dotted the fabric. “Sven, you can’t kill him.”

“Why not?” His voice was coloured with anger. “Men like him deserve nothing good. To put your hands on a lady…You’re supposed to protect them!”

You regretted telling Sven Steve tried to hit you. This could not happen. Sharon would be killed if anything happened to Steve—baby or not. He was too high up in the chain of command for it to go unnoticed.

“Sven,” you tried again. “Sven, you can’t—”

“SVEN!” The king’s voice stole a sigh of relief from your lungs. He was stalking up the dirt path, blazing eyes set on the three of you. “Sven, release him!”

“My king?” Though there was uncertainty in his voice, his sword did not waver once. “You don’t understand; he was hurting her!”

The king did not even look at Steve. Instead, his eyes travelled to you, roaming over your form until they paused at the blood on your arm. “You are bleeding.” Now he looked at Steve. “Did you do that?”

The stricken look on Steve’s face would have been comical under different circumstances. Maybe you would have even laughed. “N-no,” Fear of the king stuttered his voice. “It was the thorns from the rose bushes.”

“Oh?” The king raised a brow. “And I suppose they just up and scratched her themselves?”

Steve’s face went white. You saw in his eyes the fright that had once been in you, fuelled by stories told about the darker king. It was satisfying to see some of their own terror reflected back at them. “I didn’t—”

There was a sickening crunch as Sven lifted his leg and brought his foot down on Steve’s face. The man’s head lolled to the side. Both you and the king shared a look—his one of amusement, yours one of shock—and then turned to Sven. “Sven!”

“Apologies, Miss Dee, your majesty.” He shook his booted foot to rid it of Steve’s blood. “He was—”

“No, I understand,” King Loki assured. “There is no need to apologise.” He motioned to the guards flanking him. “Take Captain Rogers to the dungeons. Ensure he stays quiet and does not escape.” The guards dragged Steve’s unconscious body off without another word. “Lady Dee.” Your eyes flickered to his. “Are you okay?”

You could not answer. You tried to, but your words caught on a sob as fresh tears fell down your face in rivulets. Both the king and Sven stared at you at first. Your head bowed with the weight of the encounter, hands coming up to swipe at the tears. Some of them rolled down your arms and stung the cuts with their saltiness.

“Sven, take Lady Dee to get cleaned up. Get her wounds bandaged and carry her to my study. Stay with her until I get there.”

“Come on,” you heard Sven say. He took a gentle hold of your uncut arm. “This way, Miss Dee.”

“I’m so sorry,” you sobbed. “This is all my fault!”

“It’s not your fault, Miss Dee. That man had no right to put his hands on you.”

Despite Sven’s reassurance, you could not get the tears to stop. You thought of Sharon, pregnant against her will. Of Nat, alone in a world with men that disrespected her. Your fingers clutched Sven’s tunic as you cried harder and harder. “It is my fault. I should have never—I just wanted to—”

“It’s alright, Miss Dee.” He turned you away from the king, leading you down the path you had come up. “Everything is going to be alright.”

“I just wanted to go outside...”

Any other words you tried to mutter were swallowed up by sobs.

ooOOoo

The minute Erik had burst in and told Loki you were being accosted, he barked at Thor to stay put and took off towards the gardens with the guards. Halfway to the flora, he remembered he did not have to run. One portal later found him on the palace greens in front of you, Sven, and a very surprised-looking Steve Rogers.

Loki had never met the man before, just heard tales from his brother. He could see why people used to look up to this man. The captain was the epitome of Hitler’s dream—a little too clean-cut for Loki’s tastes himself but attractive nonetheless. There was also the fact that Rogers was a massive, abusive cunt.

“My king.” Loki turned to his guard. “The prisoner is in the dungeons. Should we begin interrogating him?”

Your face flashed before his mind—the sallow, lifeless little thing that had wobbled into his study two weeks ago. He remembered the fear in your eyes and how quiet you stood next to your abuser. Then the picture shifted to you later that night, hurling items at him with that haunted look. You in the infirmary, challenging him and taunting him with a fire in you he did not expect.

“Where is my brother?”

“The king is in his room. He awaits your word,” Dag replied.

“Good.” Your voice rang in his mind: Sobs and cries and that one little sentence that clued him into yet another heartbreaking detail of your life. I just wanted to go outside. “Tell my brother nothing until I say so. I want to see the prisoner.” Loki materialised a pair of leather gloves. “I will bleed the information out of him myself.”

Chapter 9

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summary; jungkook makes a decision for his family pairing; dilf!jk x best friend!reader (f) genre/warnings; fluff, angst, longing, pining, mc is a homebody, unrequited love (or is it?), potential idiots 2 lovers, best friends 2 lovers, mentions of sex, haru probably sounding a lil too old for her age but she’s fictionally very intelligent w/c; 2k a/n; second to last one omfg ;-; thank u for all the love and support this past month over this fic. im really happy that we can finally close this fictional family’s life together! jk is really trying to make up for lost time, so pls bear with him as he tries to speed up the process. enjoy! [day by day masterpost]

Jungkook seldom uses the word hate. He only has peeves for three things, sheets that are not treated with fabric softener, soggy ramen, and uninvited guests.

Jungkook is silent as Sena greets him, she dryly jokes that he hasn’t said hello as he jams his code in. He makes sure his back is completely covering the numbers, so that Sena can’t come in on her own.

“Kookie, I’m hungry,” Sena immediately fishes through his kitchen cupboards, but only comes up with brown rice and dry cereal.

Suppressing a sigh, Jungkook mutters that he’ll order food. He doesn’t even need to concentrate when he scrolls through the take out app, picking Sena’s favorite like she’s always lived here.

Sena looks the same, but different. Still that practiced, charming smile that gets her whatever she wants. Her hair is a lighter shade now, her skin sunkissed and the cheekbones of her face etched with a carved glow.

“Taking a shower,” Jungkook says gruffly, he can’t even make eye contact with her.

Jungkook makes sure to lock the door as he takes a quick shower. He wipes away the joys of this week, replaced with a terrible dreading that hopes the night will end well.

He wonders if you and Haru are doing okay. He feels guilty, inadvertently kicking you out of his house after he so eagerly wanted you to move in earlier today. He’s embarrassed, hating that his baggage has somehow managed to return in a green luggage and blonde hair extensions.

It’s the best snap decision he could’ve made at the time, he tries to convince himself as he roughly scrubs the lavender shampoo between his roots. You and Jungkook have done so well protecting Haru, going through a routine, making sure all the people in her life are stable and loving. Sena leaving within the first year was bad enough, but to come back two years later to fuck it all up? No way in hell.

Jungkook returns to the kitchen, smelling pasta and his peach-scented candles. Sena’s already set up the table, and aired out Jungkook’s meal. There’s a water pitcher on the side, and a pink gift bag right next to it.

“Where’s she?” Sena asks, twirling her fork around to catch the carbonara hanging off the edge of her takeout plate.

“She has a name, you know,” Jungkook huffs stubbornly, jabbing the meatball in his container with his knife.

“Fine, where’s Haru?”

“Haru is having a sleepover,” Jungkook replies vaguely, “why are you here?”

“It’s her third birthday,” Sena frowns, “shouldn’t I be here?”

“Yeah, you should’ve,” Jungkook quietly, almost scarily, folds the top of his takeout container, deciding not to eat as his bad mood continues to elevate, “but you should’ve also been around for the second and third, so.”

“Let me see her, Jungkook,” Sena pouts, folding her hands across the table, her eyes flickering to the pink gift bag she prepared, “c’mon, I just got back from a traveling gig and I’ll be off for a whole month. I’ve missed you both.”

Sena’s a flighty woman. Jungkook and her had an on and off relationship for over a year, the off days so often that even you, his best friend, always missed her. Still, Jungkook can honestly admit that he’s been the grounding one in the relationship, and he’s tried very hard on his end to convince her to ground roots along with him and Haru.

He wonders what goes on in Sena’s head whenever she makes the effort to return. Is her life too flashy, too monotonous, too tiring? Is this her downtime, playing house with a family that never existed in the first place?

It’s been too long, however. Two years have passed and Jungkook can safely say he doesn’t feel anxious at the fact that Haru questions where her mother is. He knows how to make the special braids Haru asks for every Tuesday morning, he can read her needs in a heartbeat. He’s emotionally available, ready and willing to open his heart out to the person he’s been too daft to notice all along. He’s in a position where he feels stable and sufficient and whole.

His heart pinches at the thought of you, thinking how you filled in the cracks temporarily until he felt confident enough to be both a great father and a best friend to you. He wonders if there would be any way to repay that kind of love, he hopes he’s enough. So, he needs to wrap this up, and fast.

“Neither of us missed you, Sena.” Jungkook says icily, shaking his head firmly, “I have sole custody, and therefore I refuse to let you see Haru. It’ll confuse her too much, and it’ll break her heart every time you’ll leave, and don’t tell me you won’t.”

He knows he’s pushing all the wrong buttons, he feels it in the air. Sena’s eyes are terrifyingly wide, as if she hasn’t been rejected in a long, long time.

“What?” Sena hisses, nails digging into the kitchen island, “why would you be so heartless? How do you know I’m not planning on changing now?”

“Sena, Haru doesn’t even know you exist,” Jungkook watches as Sena’s gaze sobers in realization, “you left so early, and never came back. A birthday text isn’t enough, there’s no point. When Haru’s older, she can make the decision to form a relationship with you, but as of now, she doesn’t need you and neither do I.”

Jungkook’s fork taps on the plastic lid of his food. He debates on returning to the meatball he so meanly stabbed, feeling a lot lighter as this conversation rolls out.

“It’s because of her, isn’t it?” Sena mutters, pushing her food away, “she took her away from me because I’m not good enough. She’s a better mother than me?”

“No, not because she’s a better mother,” Jungkook snaps, “because she tried for Haru. She stayed.”

“If you really try to keep her from me,” Sena says lowly, “I have lawyers.”

Jungkook shrugs, unaffected, “Sure, try me. I got receipts.”

Sena’s gritting her teeth so hard that you can hear the squeaking. With a sharp slap she flings the gift bag to the linoleum floor. Out rolls a rattle ball, soft hair bows, and a teething ring. Poking out of the crumpled bag sits a row of white chocolate coated strawberries.

With a scoff, Jungkook shakes his head, “For the record, Haru stopped teething years ago. And she hates white chocolate.” Having enough, he gets up from his chair and grabs his jacket. He looks expectantly at Sena to do the same, “now, get your things and get out of my house. I can drop you off at whatever hotel you choose.”

Sena snatches her phone off her table, and from the angry clacking of her acrylics, she’s sending an angry text message. Her eyes are watery, and Jungkook takes note of how sad her eyes are, droopy and glassy in contrast to match her deep frown, “You’ll regret breaking our family apart,” she says.

“What family?” Jungkook retorts cynically, “because I’m pretty sure my family has nothing to do with you.”

It’s probably well past midnight. You chug a whole lot of water before going to bed, and periodically you wake up to go to the bathroom. Taking a quick pee you settle back into your mattress, snuggling into Haru’s soft and fluffy form. Just as you’re about to fall back asleep, you hear the soft ping of your front door.

Closing your eyes hard, you stuff your face into your pillow. Only a couple of people know the passcode to your apartment building.

It’s then you smell him, his light scent wafting in your bedroom. The smell of his custom peach candles he was so damn proud of, the clean musk of his laundry detergent. Jungkook tip toes into your bedroom, padding against the hardwood until he reaches your side of the bed. It doesn’t take long for him to shift you two over, squished on your queen mattress like little spoons. Jungkook cuddles into your back, while you cuddle onto Haru’s, while Haru clutches her Eeyore.

“Mmph?” you mumble, too tired to turn around, “what are you doing here?”

Jungkook sighs into your presence, “Just wanted to come home to my favorite girls.”

You wake up to the Miraculous Ladybug theme song.

When you open your eyes, you’re met with Jungkook’s, who looks just as bleary-gazed as you. While your expression looks more surprised due to the fact that Jungkook somehow crawled into your apartment late at night, Jungkook looks more settled, comfortable in your bed. He sends you a dreamy smile, a hand reaching over to move the blanket away from your face.

Somehow, you ended up on the left side of the bed, Jungkook on the right. Nestled between you two is Haru, who’s eating dry cereal from those room service single boxes.

“Where’s Sena?” you whisper, trying to speak lower than the television.

“Good morning to you too,” Jungkook’s voice is groggy, which is deeply attractive, “and dunno, don’t care. Can I ask you a question to throw you off since you started with one?”

“Okay,” you confirm that whatever transpired between Jungkook and Sena is successful on Jungkook’s part, so you let him ask.

“What if I sold my house?”

“WHAT?!”

“Shh!” Haru puts a fluffy hand over her lips, Cheerio crumbs sticking to her lips, “it’s my show.”

“The penthouse here is available,” Jungkook sinks into the sheets, patting Haru’s back comfortingly, “my lease is almost up, and I know how much you like your quick commute here. It’s big, and now Haru and I can finally not be stressed over our dying vegetable garden. It’d be a fresh start for the three of us.”

“Oh, Kook,” you frown, trying not to imagine how bad the conversation could’ve been with Sena.

“‘M fine,” Jungkook scoots on over closer, so much that your noses are touching. Haru doesn’t seem to care, but is moving her legs back and forth to stop the two of you from crushing her, “I’m sorry if I worried you. Did I make you wait?”

“Two years,” you roll your eyes teasingly, “but I guess I’ll settle for you.”

“You’re not mad, are you?”

“No, I was worried,” you shook your head, hair mushing against the pillow, “but you’re my best friend before anything. I trust you.”

Jungkook’s eyes soften, as if you bestowed upon him the highest honor, “Thanks.”

“And as for moving, I think it’s a great idea, just as long as we take our time with it. I mean, me moving in with you is already a lot.”

“You think too small,” Jungkook teases, “c’mon. I’m gonna tell Haru now.”

“Kook—”

“Tell me what?” Haru finally rips her eyes away from your flatscreen, only because there’s a commercial break.

“That you have a new mommy!” Jungkook grins hard and wide, gesturing to you with a pat on the shoulder and pulling Haru by the collar so that your three heads are smushed together.

She ‘oofs’ on the bed, and she looks at you with her wide eyes, “I’ve met you before, you’re not new,” Haru shifts her body so her hand is on your cheek, and she regards you with an intense stare, “I saw you and daddy kissing in the hotel, so I knew you were gonna be my mommy soon.”

“Haru!” you laugh, scandalized. You wrap her up like the creme to your Oreo sandwich, linking your fingers with Jungkook’s as you pull the two of them closer, “then will you be okay if we kiss some more?”

With that, you squish your lips on Haru’s left cheek, Jungkook smushes his lips on Haru’s right, and she’s a bundle of giggles. Her show is forgotten, she’s completely occupied by you and father’s silly antics.

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thefloorisbalaclava · 3 years

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hi lovie how r u? I dunno if u r taking requests, but maybe... I was thinking something where Javier starts to get a little bit cold towards y/n cos he saw horrible things that the narcos, pablo sicarios, did to some woman's relative to some other guys, including to Connie's cat and he's scared as hell they do something to y/n but when he realizes she's so sad and down, peña stars to show little acts of love in secrecy, like a note, one flower, a ring, just I don't know some angst and fluffy sorry for this long ass ask. thank you for your good posts ♡

Pairing: Javier Peña x F!Reader

Warnings: Angst, hurt/comfort, mentions of violence, flashbacks, trauma, mentions of sex

A/N: My friend and I have been talking about Javi a lot lately so you sent this at the perfect time! Thanks!

[Javier Peña masterlist]

“Are you coming to see me today?” you asked Javier over the phone. He looked around the office then lowered his voice.

“I’ll see what I can do.” He regretted it almost immediately.

“I haven’t seen you in a week, Javi,” you reminded him. It was becoming plainly obvious that he was trying to avoid you or at least distance himself from you. What had you done wrong?

“I’ve been...busy,” he said. It wasn’t exactly a lie but just a few weeks ago, he had made time to see you almost every day.

“Right,” you sighed. You looked at the bags of groceries you bought to make dinner for you and him tonight. “Whatever.”

Javier sighed loudly. “I’ll call you later. I-” You hung up before he could finish whatever it was he was going to say. He slammed the phone down on the receiver and put his head in his hands. “Fuck,” he whispered.

He knew getting involved with you was a bad idea and not because you weren’t good or anything like that. If anything, you were too good. Fucking perfect. You were his safe haven, his softness, his saving grace. And that was the problem. You saved him but what if he couldn’t save you? He had seen what could happen to you. If anyone wanted to hurt him, you’re the first person they would go after and he couldn’t have that. He experienced firsthand with someone he loved and, God, he couldn’t live through that again. So he had to leave you.

Because he loved you.

You stared at him in awe as he stood in front of you and told you this. Then you scoffed and turned away. It was all you could do to stop yourself from slapping him in his stupid, beautiful face.

“To protect me?” you repeated bitterly. “Just say that you don’t wanna be with me and stop using work as an excuse.”

“I’m not here to argue with you,” he said calmly.

“No, you’re only here to break my heart,” you snapped. “Well...you can go.”

“Okay but-”

“No! Just go...please.” You couldn’t look at him mostly because you were so angry but also because you didn’t want him to see the tears in your eyes. “I’m sure there’s a woman out there who will happily welcome you back into her bed.”

“Maybe you’re right,” he said and finally you whipped around to look at him.

“Fuck you, Javier.” You didn’t care if he saw the tears now. “If you’re being cold and indifferent to try and make this easier...fine. It worked. Get out. I never want to see you again.” You stormed away only to grab the pack of cigarettes he left on your table for when he came over. “Don’t forget these.” You threw the pack, hitting him directly in the face.

He scoffed and picked the cigarettes up then turned to the door. He stopped as if he was going to say something but then you heard the door close behind you and he was gone. Only when he was back in his car did he let his emotions show. His eyes filled with tears and he hit the steering wheel over and over again before putting his head against it. He tried lighting a cigarette but his hands shook so badly that it was impossible. Another burst of anger as he threw his lighter somewhere in his car.

He had to do it. Right? He had to. He couldn’t stand having another one of those dreams about finding Helena only for her to change into you when he got close enough.

There were plenty of nights where he would sit outside your place in his car just to make sure you got home okay. He was dreading the day he saw a man following you inside. He also wondered if you got any of the notes and gifts he left for you. This was the safest thing for now.

You sighed and rolled your eyes when you found another note from Javier slipped under your door, another little gift for you on the table, and a bottle of your favorite wine. The first time it happened you could only laugh to yourself when you remembered that he still had a key to your place.

As always, you threw everything in the garbage.

Except for the notes. For some reason you couldn’t part with them. Maybe because they smelled like him--that faint smell of his soap mixed with the smell of his cigarettes. Maybe because when you read them you did so in his voice. That goddamn voice of his and how it could change so quickly. Sometimes it was sweet and welcoming with just enough rasp to give him that air of that bad boy type. Other times it was low and growly which was usually reserved for when he was inside you, talking dirty to you, calling you a bad girl but how you were so good for taking him so well.

You closed your eyes and bit your lip at the thought.

“Enough,” you said quietly, walking over to grab that unopened bottle of wine from the top of the trash.

Some nights you felt like you were being watched when you walked home from work but not in a threatening way. If Javier was watching you he kept himself hidden well because you could never find his car when you stopped to look for it.

You touched the necklace you wore as you turned the corner to your apartment and Javier watched. It made him sit up a bit when he noticed you were wearing it. He waited until he was sure you were settled down--he knew you had to ear dinner, shower, then watch a little television before you really got ready for bed.

Then he called.

“Hello.” You answered on the third ring like you always did. He didn’t know what to say. Hey, I’m sorry I was an idiot? Hey, I’ve been watching you come home every night like some creep? “Hello?” He could hear the slight annoyance in your tone.

“I-It’s me. It’s Javi,” he finally said.

“Oh...”

“Don��t hang up!” He added quickly.

“I want my key back,” you said.

“So you’ve been getting them?” he asked.

“Getting what?” You looked down at the necklace then touched it.

“The gifts I’ve been leaving you.” He looked up at your window and could see your silhouette through the curtains.

“I throw them all away,” you lied.

“I don’t blame you.” He closed his eyes and took a deep breath. “I miss you.”

You were quiet for a long time--afraid to speak because you knew what would happen if you did. “I miss you too,” you cried, sniffling quietly. Javier’s heart ached. He wanted nothing more than to run up those stairs and into your arms. But as soon as he closed his eyes he could only see you lying there, beaten and bloody, all because he couldn’t leave you alone.

“I’m gonna hold you again one day,” he said. “I promise. We’re both gonna get the fuck outta here...so far away. No one will be able to find us.” His throat tightened as his own tears threatened to spill over. “Look out the window...”

“What?”

“Just look out the window.” He looked up at your window just in time to see you carefully pull the curtains back slightly. “Hey hermosa.”

“Hey handsome,” you said tearfully.

“No llores,” he said although there was a tear rolling down his cheek now. “Please, don’t cry.”

“Promise me you’ll hold me again, you’ll kiss me again, you’ll make love to me again,” you cried.

“I promise. I swear to you.” He looked up and saw that you put your hand against the window so he put his against the car window. “I love you.”

“I love you too...you asshole.” You laughed through your tears and it made him smile.

“Goodnight,” he said quietly, not wanting to let you go.

“Goodnight, Javi.” You hung up and walked away from the window. It would hurt too much to watch him drive away.

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toxophilitis · 2 years

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Seducing the Hot Mother cont

CHAPTER FOUR

That night Jay discovered the real extent of the job he'd taken on when he seduced his mother. Dee was the most lusty female he'd ever met. She'd hardly recovered from one round of fucking before she craved another. There seemed to be no end to her horniness.

Luckily Jay was up for it, eager for it. He loved fucking Tori, but it didn't happen often enough. He needed to get fucked once a day at least and more if possible. So his needs were a perfect match for his mother's needs. They spent Saturday night fucking, and on Sunday morning they were ready to go again.

It was all they could do to get through cleaning up the breakfast dishes. As they rinsed the plates and stacked them in the dishwasher, Jay kept rubbing up against Dee, nuzzling her neck, and licking her earlobes. She was soon creaming right through her panties. She had to get off right away, before she could think about the rest of the day.

"I hope you're serious, young man," she said, "because I'm dragging you right to my room."

"Let's go," Jay grinned.

He followed her down the hall, watching her shapely little ass undulate in her tight jeans. Nobody had a body like his mom. He'd dated lots of girls his own age, and he was having a fantastic romance with Tori, but none of them had the ripe mature curves that Dee had. He loved her big thrusting melon-size tits, and he loved the way her tiny waist blossomed out to curvy hips. She was all woman, and he couldn't get enough of her.

In her bedroom they quickly tossed aside their clothes, then jumped onto the king-sized bed she'd shared with his dad so long ago. Jay wondered if they'd had good sex, and he kind of thought they did, even though his mother was so bitter towards Rick now. Somebody had turned her on to sex a long time ago, and it had to be Rick.

As they stretched out on the bed, Jay started to roll on top of Dee, but she held him off. She had a wicked grin on her face as she said, "Uh-huh, no fucking."

"What?" Jay howled. "Aw, come on, Mom, what's this shit?"

"No fucking this morning, honey," she said with that maddening grin. "We're gonna go down on each other instead."

"Oh," Jay laughed, "why didn't you say so?"

"Had you worried there for a second, didn't I?" Dee chuckled. "Well, I just thought we'd do something different this time. I don't want you to get bored."

Jay couldn't imagine ever getting bored while making out with his sexy mother, but he was content with her decision. He loved getting it on with her no matter what they did. He allowed her to push him down on his back and fist his cock. She quickly pumped it into total rigidity.

"Mmmmmm, what a gorgeous hard-on," she cooed. "You've got such a nice cock, honey."

Jay glowed. He loved it when his mom praised him, and it was especially gratifying to hear her praise his cock. She caressed the thick column of cock meat lovingly, running her fingertips up and down it. Then as thick bubbles of cream began to ooze from his piss hole, she watched hungrily and licked her lips.

Dee was drooling. She couldn't remember how long it had been since she'd gone down on a man, but it had been far too long, that was for sure. She went into a crouch, bent low, and stuck out her tongue. Jay groaned and shivered as the hot slick meat contacted the swollen sensitive head of his cock.

"Oh, yeah, Mom, lick my cock," he cried excitedly.

Dee clearly didn't need his urging. She began to lash her hot little tongue around and around the fat purple head of his prick, licking up the salty cream that dribbled from the cleft. It excited hell out of the lusty teen to watch his mom eating his juice. More of the molten liquid oozed from his piss hole.

"Mmmmmm, yessssss," Dee gurgled.

The sight of that thick oozing cream drove her wild. She slid her tongue right onto his cock head and lapped up the juice as fast as it appeared. She rolled the tasty cream around in her mouth, savoring it, then gulped it down and tongued for more. She acted like she was starved for the taste -- and she was.

It had been so damned long, way too long, since she'd tasted a man's cream. She'd been a fool to wait this long. But with Jay she could make up for lost time. She was pretty sure that her lusty teenaged son would "tolerate" hours of head from his mother. He was grinning blissfully as he watched her lapping up his cock cream, shivering with pleasure each time her naughty little tongue lashed his prick.

"Are you enjoying this, honey?" Dee asked teasingly.

"I'll give you about an hour to stop," he laughed.

Dee laughed, too, and went back to her hungry lapping. She tongued up every bit of juice from his cock head, then drilled the stiff tip of her tongue into his piss hole and reamed out more of the delicious cream. Still she wanted more, and she knew just how to get it. She knew how to get a whole boiling mouthful of it.

She fisted the thick base of his cock and held it still, stopping its horny bucking and wagging. Then she opened her lips very wide and slowly eased them down the granite column of cock meat. She watched Jay's face as she took his cock into her mouth for the first time. Watching his reaction was half the fun.

"Ohhhhh, Jesus," he gasped.

His face got beet red with lust and his eyes rolled crazily, then closed. His teeth flashed in a horny grimace. His prick throbbed violently in her mouth. She took in more than half his long rigid cock, them firmed her lips around it, drew in her cheeks, and started to suck.

"Awwwww, shit, Mom," Jay groaned. "go for it, suck my cock."

Dee drooled heavily onto his prick and sucked it hard and greedily. Jay hadn't had very many blow-jobs, and he was wild for more. He knew from the first hungry suck that this was going to be especially good. He sensed that his mother had always been a terrific cock-sucker. She wasn't even out of practice, even after a lapse of so many years. Jay shivered blissfully as she suctioned the hot cream out of his piss hole.

"Ahhhh, yeah, fantastic," he sighed.

Dee couldn't stop drooling onto his cock. It happened each time she sucked delicious cream from his piss hole. Her blonde head bobbed up and down, moving steadily faster as her excitement grew. She cupped her son's hot hard balls and massaged them as she noisily sucked his cock.

That obscene sucking and slurping noise testified to her hot hunger. She was hungry for cock and not bothering to hide it. Jay felt her scalding saliva soaking his meat, and he felt the hot pressure of her sucking. He knew she wasn't faking her passion. This woman was unleashing a desire that had been stored up way too long.

He watched her widely-stretched lips zipping up and down the blue-veined shaft of his cock, leaving it wet and gleaming. She was sucking his meat harder and faster by the second, unable to control her rapidly mounting excitement. Her muffled groans also told him how insanely aroused she, was.

"Mmmmmmm," she moaned, sucking ravenously at his cock.

Jay wished the excitement could go on and on, but he was too horny to hold out. They hadn't gotten it on since last night, and he'd woken up thinking about her. Now his balls felt ready to explode with their thick steaming load. He gritted his teeth and tried to prolong the pleasure, but he knew it was a losing battle. He ached to come.

Dee wasn't making things any easier. She was sucking his cock noisily, hungrily, drooling all over his cock meat as she suctioned the hot cream from his piss hole. She was massaging his balls and giving him incredible buzzes of pleasure. Maybe what excited him more than anything was that his own mom was giving him head. That put him over the edge.

"Oh, Jesus, Mom, I'm gonna come," he warned.

Just for a second Dee released his dripping cock and said hoarsely, "Yes, baby, come in my mouth. I wanta eat your come, Jay."

Then she stuffed his rock-hard boner back into the hot cavern of her mouth and started sucking it harder than ever. Jay yelped with horniness and spun out of control. He started fucking her mouth hard. Dee responded with hoarse groans of encouragement. Her greedy sucking matched the urgent tempo of his fuck thrusts.

"Mmmmmm," she moaned, "mmmmmm."

"Ahhhhhh, shit, I'm coming, aaaggghhh!" Jay yelled.

Dee gurgled in ecstasy as her son filled her mouth with his delicious sizzling come-cream. She let the thick load collect, savoring it, till her cheeks threatened to burst. Then she gulped it down, and Jay yelled and filled her mouth again. The excited kid couldn't seem to stop coming.

"Awwwww, fuck, eat it, Mom, awwwww!" he roared.

"Mmmmmm, unnnhhhh!" Dee moaned. She gulped load after load of his delicious cream before his soaked cock finally fell from her lips. Straightening up, Dee licked her lips to get every last drop of his jism. Jay looked like he'd been run over by a steam roller, totally dazed. Dee couldn't help grinning. Even after so many years she still gave a mind-blowing blow-job.

"Did you like that, honey?" she asked mockingly.

"Shit, yes," Jay panted. "I just wish I could do something like that for you, Mom."

"Well, you can, Jay," Dee said, her voice getting husky with longing. "Haven't you ever gone down on a girl before?"

"No," he admitted. "I've wanted to, but I didn't know how and I was afraid of making a fool of myself. How about teaching me?"

"You came to the right woman," Dee grinned.

Of all the things she and Rick had done in bed, short of fucking itself, what Dee liked best was having her pussy eaten. She could have taken hours of it, and on a few occasions she had. It was hard ever to get enough of that delicious sensation. Eagerly she prepared to teach her son how to do it.

Stretching out on her back, she bent her knees and opened her legs wide, showing him every bit of her glistening fur-fringed cunt gash. Jay quickly crawled between her legs for a better look. Most of his love-making had taken place in dark parked cars, and he'd never gotten a chance to really study a pussy.

Dee let him stare for a minute or so, knowing he needed the opportunity, but finally her lust made her impatient. She folded back the golden fur of her bush and showed the boy the small hooded lump of her clit. Stroking it with her fingertip, she gurgled with pleasure, and glistening hot cream trickled from her cunt and down over the little puckered mouth of her shitter. Jay watched everything she did, lustily fascinated.

"This is the most sensitive spot in a woman's body," she told him. "This is my clit, and I want you to rub it just like I'm doing, okay?"

"Okay," Jay agreed eagerly.

She moved her finger and he took over, gently but sensuously rubbing her slick little clit. He felt it throbbing in response. Dee gurgled happily, shivering with pleasure, and more hot cream gushed from her cuntal opening. She let him stimulate her clit with his fingertip till she was writhing with excitement.

"Okay, honey, that's good for openers," she panted. "Now, when you've got a girl hot that way, you can go for something even bigger. Lick my clit, that'll really drive me wild."

Jay whisked his finger out of the way and substituted his long stiff tongue. As the hot meat contacted her super-sensitive joy button, Dee almost flew off the bed. She groaned, writhed, and soaked Jay's lashing tongue with a helpless flood of tangy cunt juice.

"Unnnnhhh, honey, yesss!" she moaned. "Lick my clit, Jay, don't stop. Ohhhhh, God, I love that."

Jay knew he'd hit the jackpot. When it came to love-making techniques and ways to turn girls on, this was the ultimate. It was sending his mom into instant ecstasy and making her cream like crazy. She was soaking his face with the sticky liquid, and she couldn't stop moaning and squealing.

"Oh, baby, yes," she cried, "lick harder, faster. Ooooo, shit, yessssss."

Jay was whipping his tongue stiffly up and down over her wildly throbbing clit, and each wet lash seemed to give her a hot blast of pleasure. Jay couldn't believe he was driving her wild with just his tongue, but he'd never seen her so quickly and hotly aroused. She was clawing the bed and beating it with her heels.

Dee was in ecstasy for more than one reason. She adored having her pussy eaten, of course, but she was also discovering that her teenaged son had a natural talent for giving head. That was enough to make the horny divorcee ecstatic. Maybe it was heredity. Rick had given fantastic head, too.

But she didn't want to think about her ex-husband. There was too much bitterness in her heart towards Rick, and she didn't want to spoil this fantastic experience. So she closed her eyes and closed her mind to everything else. She concentrated solely on the exquisite sensations she was getting from her son's lashing tongue.

"Unnnhhh, Jay, harder now," she moaned, "really give it to me, baby."

Jay gladly obeyed. He wanted to learn every way there was to give head. He wanted to be an expert at it. He was sure that this was the key to getting any girl he wanted. If he got a girl this excited, she'd do anything he wanted her to do. His face was soaked with his mother's uncontrollably spurting cream.

Dee wanted to gorge herself on the wonderful sensations of having her pussy eaten, but lick lust had reached the boiling point and she just had to come or go crazy with need. She threaded her fingers through Jay's thick dark hair and pulled his face smack against her burning-hot pussy.

"Suck my clit, Jay," she hissed, "suck me off."

Jay shivered lustily, sensing that this was going to be the ultimate pleasure for her, the technique that would bring her off like gangbusters. He jammed his mouth onto her violently sucking hard and greedily. Dee screamed and almost flew off the bed.

"Unnnhhhh, shit, yessss," she wailed, "that's it, Son, suck me good and hard."

Jay's sucking was loud and obscene, echoing through the room, but it only added to Dee's insane arousal. She punctuated it with her helpless moans and squeals of pleasure, and she creamed uncontrollably, soaking his face with the scalding liquid. Eyes tightly closed, teeth bared in a lusty grimace, she rose to the very brink of orgasm.

"Suck me, Son, suck meeeee," she sobbed. Her clit was throbbing so hard, Jay thought it would explode between his lips, and in another second or so, it did. He felt her tangy come juices spurting into his mouth. Her body went into convulsions of pleasure.

"Ahhhhhhh, God, you're doing it to me, I'm coming!" Dee screamed.

She was convulsing so hard, Jay had to really grab her writhing ass and hang on or she would have rolled away from him. He went on sucking her clit hard and noisily, making her orgasm very intense. Dee sobbed in ecstasy and soaked his face again and again with her spurting come-cream. It seemed like a long time before she finally went still.

"Oh, God, honey, I needed that," she sighed. "That was beautiful."

"Mom," Jay said wonderingly, "you haven't been with a guy since Dad left, have you?"

Dee shook her head. "I didn't want to get hurt again," she said. "But I guess I couldn't wait any longer."

"Well, you don't have to worry with me," Jay promised. "There's not gonna be any hurt this time, just fun. And I bet you're ready for some more fun right now."

He ran his stiff tongue up and down over the swollen cream-soaked flesh of her pussy, and Dee gurgled, "Mmmmm, you're right, honey, I could use some more fun."

The boy seemed eager to please her, and she was far from satisfied. One orgasm didn't even begin to satisfy the need she'd stored up over the years. She sank back limp and submissive, holding her legs wide open, as Jay raked her slit with his hot slippery tongue. The sensation was ecstasy to the love-starved young woman.

"Ummmmm, baby, yessss," she moaned, "I just love that, Jay, please don't stop."

Jay lashed his hot tongue over every inch of her sensitive pussy gash, snaking it into each steaming fold of flesh. His stiff tongue tip teased her clit, the mouth of her cunt, and even the tiny puckered mouth of her ass. Her hunch had been right -- he had a natural talent and a natural hunger, for pussy-eating. Just like his father.

Dee couldn't help thinking about Rick now. This moment reminded her so much of the delicious weekend mornings they'd spent together, fooling around in bed till almost noon. First she'd go down on Rick and suck him off, and then he'd eat her pussy till she literally couldn't take any more pleasure. It was no wonder she couldn't forget her need for sex.

Now Rick's son was unleashing her lust again, turning her into a moaning, wanton slut. He had just as much power over her as Rick had had. She was helpless to resist as he tongue-lashed her fever-hot gash and drove her to the brink of release. She could easily have come, but she felt greedy for pleasure, and she did all she could to prolong it.

"Honey, I wanta teach you something else now," she cried hoarsely.

"Sure, Mom," Jay said eagerly, "what is it?"

"This is a sure way to bring a girl off," Dee told him. "Stick your tongue in my cunt and fuck me with it."

She knew how obscene that sounded, but she just had to have it. It was her very favorite way of getting off and Rick had been a master at it. She wondered if his son would develop the same talent. She was delighted when Jay responded without a moment's hesitation, gliding his stiff tongue into her boiling little cunt.

"Oooooo, baby, yessss," she squealed.

As he eased his thick tongue up her cunt, she creamed helplessly. She soaked his tongue and his face with the molten juice. It was ecstasy to feel that slab of hot slippery meat filling her cunt and throbbing against her hungrily gripping cuntal walls. He pushed it into her clear to the root.

"Yes, honey, fuck me with it," she gurgled. She arched her body sharply, wanting to take his thrusting tongue as deep as she possibly could. Jay began to piston it in her, and each deep plowing motion gave her exquisite pleasure. She sobbed with delight as her teenaged son tongue-fucked her, knowing that in no time at all he'd be as skilled a pussy-eater as his father had been.

"Oh, Jay, yes," she panted, "that's wonderful, honey, keep doing it that way, please."

Dee closed her eyes tightly and forgot everything but the fantastic pleasure she was getting from her son's spearing tongue. She couldn't stop her horny creaming or the lusty writhing of her body. She pound her famished cunt around the stiff slab of his tongue, and she clawed the bed frantically.

Jay felt his cock growing long and stiff and engorged. His mother's wild excitement was catching. He tongue-fucked her faster, harder, and she responded with shrill squeals of delight. His face was soaked with her oozing cream. When he felt her start to tighten her cunt around his tongue, he knew she was rocketing right to the brink of climax.

That was when he started giving it to her really hard. He knew by now that slow and gentle love-making didn't do much for his frantically horny mother. She adored being fucked hard, so hard that her body shuddered with the impact. The same was true of tongue-fucking. As Jay hammered his stiff tongue into her smoldering cunt, she went wild, moaning and clawing the bed.

"Unnnhhhh, baby, yessss," she howled, "give it to me really hard, Jay, don't stop."

The red-hot friction between his tongue and her cunt grew and grew and she teetered on the edge of coming, aching for release yet greedily hanging on to her pleasure. She never wanted the excitement to end. But finally she reached the point where she just couldn't stop the violent orgasm that rose from the smoking depths of her cunt and thundered through her body.

"Ohhhhh, baby, you're doing it to me, I'm coming!" she wailed. "Ohhhh, my God, Jay, whahhhhh!"

Jay felt her cunt going into hard spasms around his tongue, and he thought how great that action would feel around his stiff cock. He eagerly tongue-fucked her through her climax, knowing she'd offer him the release he craved. She bucked and writhed for almost a full minute, then went limp and panting.

"Mmmmmm, honey, you did that so well," she sighed. "Now let me do something for you."

"Great, Mom," Jay leered, "here's what I want."

Hero to his knees and Dee saw that his cock was hugging his flat belly, stiff as steel and bulging with blue veins. Her lust boiled back as strong as ever at the sight of her son's hard prick. He grasped it and plugged about an inch of it into her cunt. Dee whimpered with excitement.

"Is this all right, Mom?" he grinned.

"Oh, yes, baby," she moaned, "stick it all the way in me. Fuck me, Jay."

Jay hesitated, just the swollen head of his cock lodged in his mother's steamy little box. He wanted a better view of the action. He'd really liked it when she was on top and when he fucked her in the doggy position, because then he could watch his cock at work. He thought for a moment, then grinned.

"Let's do it this way," he said.

He lifted her long shapely legs and draped them over his shoulders. Dee gasped, for now her entire pussy was exposed to his hot horny gaze. She couldn't hide anything, and she couldn't escape. Luckily that didn't bother her. She was just surprised at the boy's boldness and inventiveness. Of course that shouldn't have surprised her too much. His father had been the same way.

"Mmmm, honey, yessss," she gurgled as he plowed his stiff cock into her.

Jay almost came from that first thrust, it was so arousing to watch his thick cock spreading his mom's cunt lips and gliding into her juicy cunt. He snorted with lust and crammed his hard-on all the way to her womb. Dee cried out in ecstasy and soaked his prick meat with scalding cream. Jay began fucking her hard. He watched her big creamy-skinned tits wobble and bounce.

"Yesssss," Dee hissed, "do it to me, fuck hard."

She knew she presented a wanton spectacle, lying there with her legs held wide open and her face twisted with lust. She didn't care. All her modesty and respectability were gone. All she cared about was the fantastic pleasure she was getting from her teenaged son's pile-driving cock. The rest of the world could go to hell as far as Dee was concerned.

"Ohhhh, God, yes," she wailed, "fuck hard, Jay, make me come, honey."

Jay was much more in danger of making himself come, he was so aroused by now. He hammered his cock meat into her with lightning speed, fucking out of control. His balls felt ready to explode. He watched his mother's pretty face get more and more distorted with lust, and he knew his own face looked that way, too. Just as he thought he couldn't hold out another second, he felt Dee's hot little cunt going vise-tight around his deeply thrust cock. She screamed, and then she soaked his meat with a molten flood of come. He watched her ripe body convulsing, her big tits shaking. He groaned and started shooting his load.

"Umhhhhh, Jay, I'm coming, uuuhhhhh!" Dee howled.

"Take my load, Mom, aaaggghhh!" Jay bellowed.

"Oh, yeah, honey, cream me," Dee sobbed, clawing hard at the bed, "give it to mew!"

She had nothing more to hide from her son, no more modesty, no more restraint. The damage was done and she was committed to this incestuous affair. No matter what the rest of the world might say, she had to have Jay's fucking.

She couldn't live without sex any more and she couldn't exist without the pleasure her son could give her.

As he pumped blast after blast of sizzling come into her greedily sucking cunt, Dee sobbed in ecstasy, but she knew she was far from satisfied. She needed a lot more loving. But a whole long, delicious Sunday lay ahead of them, and Jay would give her what she needed.

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One Rainy Night

Summary: After a night of heavy drinking with the boys, Hongjoong wakes up naked in a hotel room. Did he sleep with one of the group? If so, who?

Word Count: 5.2k

Content Warning: Boys Kissing, Drunken Shenanigans, Drunken Kissing, Oral Sex

Ugh…

Hongjoong opened one bleary eye. Something familiar was in his line of sight but it took a moment for recognition to set in. It was a bottle of water and a bottle of Tylenol. What was beyond it however was entirely unfamiliar. He had never seen that lamp before. He was used to waking up in unfamiliar places. He had woken up in countless hotels but something was whispering to him that something was wrong. His body felt… strange.

His sleepy brain slowly began to filter information. The first thing it told him was that he was naked. He didn’t normally sleep naked, in fact he never did. Then he saw the table littered with an intimidatingly large number of empty soju bottles. If he had that much alcohol on his own he would be dead. He cast his eyes around and then he realized he heard the shower running. He hadn’t been alone and they were still here. His heart hammered in his chest. What the actual fuck had he done last night? Had he slept with someone?

Hongjoong shot up and tried to wrack his brain, trying to remember what happened the night before.

The barest of memories reached out to him through a heavy fog. He remembered they had gone out drinking, all 8 of them and a few staff members to keep them in line. Why hadn’t they kept him in line? Unless… oh dear god. Please tell him he hadn’t slept with one of the group members. He looked over at the open shower door and slipped from the bed. Immediately his head pulsed and began to pound. He reached over for the Tylenol and downed a few tablets before he stalked back over to the bathroom and barely peeked around the edge of the door frame.

He could only see a person shape through the curtain of the shower. He couldn’t see any detail at all, he honestly couldn’t tell whether it was a man or a woman. Considering the lives they led, unless it was a staff member (which he couldn’t really rule out), then - then… Oh god what had he done?

He could just end the torture by walking over and opening the shower curtain or saying something, he was mustering his courage when his phone went off. He ran over and grabbed his pants and pulled his phone out, wrestling with the denim and the device, dropping the phone on the bed and watching it bounce off the other side and onto the floor. He scrabbled after it and finally managed to get it up to his head. The screen read, Song Mingi. “Hello? Hello?”

Shit, he hung up.

Well that eliminated one person. That was when he noticed the time, shit. Shit. Shit. He was supposed to be at the office over an hour ago. That was probably why Mingi was calling him. He wrestled his pants on, falling over onto the bed face first as he struggled to get them on. Finally, he managed to get them up and zipped before locating his shirt on the floor with his underwear. He stuffed his shorts in his pocket.

The person in the bathroom called out. He couldn’t quite make out their voice from the distortion of the shower and echo of the bathroom. “Uh, I’m late. IhavetogoI’lltalktoyoulater.”

In more than a little bit of a panic, he gathered up the rest of his thing and put on his boots before running out of the door. He kept things at the office because he often slept there and the first thing he did was grab some clothes and take a shower before running down to get to work. Mingi had fallen asleep on the couch, what the hell was wrong with him? He swore to god he was never going to touch a drop of alcohol ever again. He wasn’t even going to pass a bottle to someone else.

“Mingi!” He slapped his leg.

Mingi opened his eyes with a frown before he saw who it was, “There you are! Where were you? I was getting worried, I tried to call you…”

“I slept in, sorry.” If it had been anyone else, they would have noticed how dodgy he was being, the way he wasn’t meeting Mingi’s eye. “I’m here now, we should get to work.”

“Yeah okay… What happened to you last night?”

Immediately he stiffened, “Happened?”

“You were really drunk, okay we were all drunk but you, Wooyoung, and San were so drunk. I’ve never seen you guys that drunk. I went to the bathroom and when I came back, you three were gone and Seonghwa went to look for you. I didn’t see any of you again before they sent us home.” Two of the staff members also went missing, he had assumed that they had gone to wrangle the missing members.

“I-... Let’s just work now.” Hongjoong turned around and looked for his notebook with Mingi’s eyes boring into his back.

“Hyung… are you okay?”

Oh great, Mingi noticed he wasn’t quite right today. He took a deep breath and tried his best to shake it off. He turned and offered him a smile, “I’m fine really, just a bit hungover.”

“Oh! Let’s go cure your hangover and then we can work.” Mingi hopped up and patted his stomach, “It’s lunchtime anyway.”

Hongjoong winced as he looked at his phone again. Saying it was lunchtime was being generous, it was after 2pm but to be honest, he thought that getting some hangover soup would probably be the best thing for him. With a sigh, he shagged a hand through his hair and said, “Okay, let’s go.”

Pollack soup really hit the spot and it did wonders for his throbbing head. Mingi chattered on about a million things, which was a relief. He didn’t know the turmoil going on in Hongjoong’s head. At least now that head had stopped pounding and his stomach was sated.

“Here’s where you guys went.” Two hands planted on Hongjoong’s shoulders and he jumped nearly a foot. He didn’t have time to recover though, he felt himself shoved over in the booth as Wooyoung shoved in beside him.

“I want to sit next to Hyung.”

“Why?” Wooyoung threw his arms around Hongjoong as San sulked.

“Move over Mingi.” San pulled a face at Wooyoung and when Mingi didn’t move immediately, he climbed over the back of the booth and settled in.

“Last night was wild!” Wooyoung exclaimed as he reached over and got himself a bowl of soup.

“Hey leave me some!” San whacked Wooyoung’s hand with a spoon as he tried to take the last of the soup. Wooyoung yanked his hands back and gave his compatriot a dirty look for hitting him.

“Hyung, he hit me!”

“I’m about to hit you too, let San have some soup.” The last thing he needed were Tweedle-Dee and Tweedle-Dum acting up. Then something occurred to him, it might have been one of them he had spent the night with. Oh god.

Wooyoung pouted, “After all we’ve been to each other?”

That got Hongjoong’s hackles up, “What we’ve been to one another?” His voice came out in a squeak.

Wooyoung opened his mouth to speak and Hongjoong slapped his hand over his mouth. Wooyoung stared wide eyed back at his leader in confusion.

“No, no! Just eat your soup. I don’t want to hear anything from either of you, just sit there quietly and eat your soup.” Slowly he lowered his hand from Woo’s mouth who immediately leaned away.

“What’s wrong with you today? Are you still hung over and what, you got really wild last night. I’ve never seen you that drunk before, it was great.” Woo beamed and jumped away as Hongjoong reached for him.

“You were just as drunk,” said Mingi. “You both were completely wasted.”

San looked abashed and decided to eat his soup in silence.

“I was sober enough to get a cab!” Woo managed.

Oh thank god, Woo got a cab back last night. That marked him off the list. So, two down and six to go, if you didn’t count the staff which might or might not have warmed his bed the night before.

Now did he dare to admit that he didn’t have a clue what happened the night before to people who would never, ever let him forget it and probably talk all about it on the next VLive? Woo was sober enough to remember what he did. “How did you get home San?”

San looked surprised, “You don’t remember?”

Shit! SHIT FOR ALL THE REASONS!

Now what did he say? “Pieces of it are a bit foggy.”

He didn’t want to admit that his memory was less than crystal clear but it shouldn’t be as bad as if he said he didn’t remember it at all.

“I would have thought you would have remembered that .”

“ That ?” Woo asked as he leaned forward suddenly riveted by whatever it was that San was talking about.

“Hongjoong knows what I’m talking about, don’t you?” San lowered his spoon to his bowl and looked intently back at Hongjoong.

SHIT! Oh Christ, was it San? Was it San he spent the night with? There were a hundred thousand thoughts all vying for space in his head but it was more of a scream. Better to admit he didn’t remember what it was or just pretend he did?

It wasn’t like he could flat out ask him, ‘ Sorry did we fuck last night ?’

With a weary sigh he took a drink from his glass and looked back up to San and shook his head.

San all of the sudden looked delighted, “Great! If you don’t remember then I don’t want to tell you. We don’t need to ever speak of it ever again.”

Did that mean it was a San and he didn’t want to remember it? He was vaguely insulted, though he should be happy that it was San who was capable of keeping his own counsel and not Woo who wasn’t.

“Oh come on, tell us!” Woo bounced in his seat and whined at San.

San shook his head and took a bite of his soup.

“ San! ” he whined again.

“You’re going to harass me until the day I die aren’t you?” San asked.

“You’ve got the right of it and the left of it and every minute until the day we both die.” Woo said with a mischievous light in his eyes.

Hongjoong watched in dawning horror as he realized that San was about to spill the beans over what had happened the night before.

“Oh fine, I puked on Hongjoong’s boots.”

Just as San started to speak, Hongjoong screamed, “NO! NOTHING! NOTHING HAPPENED!”

“I thought you’d think it was funnier than I do.” San said with an expression of mild confusion.

Woo started laughing and clapping his hands.

“I was just trying to save you the embarrassment…” Hong said weakly.

“That’s so gross.” Mingi added while giggling. “What did Hongjoong do?”

San smirked, “He squealed and ran off into the rain. Seonghwa and Bomi ran off after him, I don’t know what happened after that.”

That was right, it was raining. If Bomi ran after him, then it was possible that it was her that he spent the night with. But as much as he wanted to convince himself of the possibility, he knew that was a man’s voice heard in the shower this morning. That left…

Maybe.

Who knew what happened after he ran off? Why had he gotten so drunk? He was paying for it now. What he needed to do now was talk to Seonghwa. How the hell did he ask him what happened? If it was Seonghwa he had been with then how would he react? But if nothing had happened between them then maybe he could get to the bottom of this whole nightmare. He got up and crawled over Woo without giving him the chance to move, hitting him in the face with his ass. Woo yelped in indignation and flailed helplessly as he tried to get Hong’s ass out of his face.

“Where are you going?” Mingi asked.

“I’m gonna go pay the bill.”

All three men who remained at the table cheered in delight.

Hongjoong paid the bill and hurried out onto the street. The temptation was to head back to the company and just bury himself in work until Yunho told him that he had to come home for the night. Then perhaps he could run away to Tahiti or New Zealand or somewhere else equally far away where he could change his name and get a job playing songs on the beach for the tourists.

He stared down at his phone and thumbed it on and then off and then on and then off and finally on again. He didn’t go into the group chat, he just messaged Hwa directly, “Are you home?”

He started back to the company and stopped at 7-11 downstairs. He checked his phone again and there was still no answer. Dammit Hwa…

After buying a drink he went up to the office and tried to work. No matter what he did, he couldn’t get his brain to focus on anything but the image of laying in bed with Seonghwa. Of all of the guys it could have been with, Seonghwa and Yunho were the least horrifying. All of the rest of the guys, he felt more parental toward. Seonghwa and Yunho were more like brothers than his children. Why did he keep picturing it? Was it memories? No matter how he tried, he couldn’t pull up any memories of it at all.

No, that wasn’t true there was the vaguest memories of silken lips running down over the side of his neck. The feeling of teeth and a tongue nibbling at his ear, tongue tugging at his earring. He remembered the heat and the lips continued down over his bare chest and stomach, pure white hot sensation unlike anything he had ever known. Was that Seonghwa? Even worse, was it a stranger? Was that worse? God, he didn’t even know.

The buzzing of his phone jolted him from his fraught memories. He looked down and saw Seonghwa’s message telling him that he was home and then asking if he was going to come home tonight.

Should he go home?

He couldn’t run away from it forever. It wasn’t as if he was actually working or anything. Hongjoong drummed his fingers on the desk a few times before he typed out that he was on his way back home.

“What? Really?”

It was on the tip of his tongue to type something snippy but the memory of smooth skin under his own lips, the taste of salt and sweat flickered through his mind. It jolted him through to his core as he just stared at his phone. Jesus.

Without giving it any thought, he typed, “Really.”

The trip home was one of the longest trips he had ever taken, it made the flight to Los Angeles seem like a quick jaunt. He had been excited when they went to L.A. but he was just tied up in knots now. What was worse was that he couldn’t shake the small amount of memories that were plaguing him. It was so easy to picture that smooth skin and those soft lips as belonging to Park Seonghwa. What did it mean if it was? Where did that leave them? Where did he want it to take them?

Dammit, he didn’t want to imagine, he wanted to remember. According to Ming, it had been Woo, San, and himself who had been the drunkest but Seonghwa had been drinking too but was he drunk enough to forget? He had the distinct feeling he was the only one who was drunk enough for that. Both San and Woo remembered their drunken antics and worse, they remembered his.

When he walked in, it sounded like the whole family was home and having a good time. He could hear Woo and Mingi’s voice raised above the din. In fact, their raised voices were most of the din. He followed the roar toward the living room where he saw the frequent scene of chaos that often reigned. Oddly enough, it was only Yunho, Mingi, and Wooyoung who were acting up. Yeosang, San and Jongho were playing a game together and Seonghwa was watching a drama with his headphones on.

The very person he wanted to talk to was wholly absorbed in what he was watching and hadn’t so much as lifted his head.

Now that he was there in front of him, he wasn’t sure what to do. He didn’t want to interrupt his show. He was obviously enthralled, of course he always was. “I’m home!”

Yeosang peered up from his computer screen and raised a hand, the other two weren’t in a position to see him. Yunho looked up from the headlock he was holding Mingi in and smiled, Wooyoung turned and waved. “Help!” was all that Mingi had to offer… rightly so.

Hongjoong shook his head and decided to go to his room. Seonghwa would come to the room sooner or later. He couldn’t help but wonder if this was what Seonghwa felt like whenever he didn’t come home from work for days at a time, that anxiousness.

It took him awhile but he managed to occupy himself while he waited. It was nearly three hours before Seonghwa walked into their shared room. He looked a little surprised to see him there, “I didn’t know you were home.”

Hongjoong scrambled off of his bed and over to his roommate. Now that he was here he wasn’t sure what to say. He wrung his hands together as Hwa looked back at him expectantly, “Are you okay?”

“I- I don’t, no I’m fine I just- Do you know what happened last night?”

For what seemed an eternity, Seonghwa didn’t say anything, he just looked back at him. Finally he spoke, “Of course I do. I guess the question is, do you?”

If there was anyone he could trust to not say anything to the others about his lack of memory it was Seonghwa but this whole situation was different, especially if they had slept together, if Seonghwa was the man in his fuzzy and fractured memories. He took a deep breath and shook his head, “No, I don’t.”

Seonghwa looked skeptical, “Nothing at all?”

“Not nothing, I just remember bits and pieces but nothing concrete.”

“Well if you don’t remember then it didn’t mean as much to you as it did to me and it should probably just stay forgotten. I’m gonna go take a shower.” Seonghwa left Hongjoong just gaping after him as he gathered his things and headed off for the bathroom to take a shower.

So it had been Seonghwa after all but there was something that he said that bothered him. He couldn’t shake it as he sat on the edge of his bed staring at the closed bedroom door. ‘ It didn’t mean as much to you as it did to me ’. What did it mean to Seonghwa? It wasn’t as if he had given him a lot of hints. The only hints he had were his own memories and they were sparse at best. He ran his hands through his hair, no matter what happened from this point, nothing would ever be quite the same.

The more he thought about it, the more he realized he couldn’t just forget it, he couldn’t just let it lie and pretend it never happened, though part of him wished he had remained blind but now that he had seen a glimpse, he couldn’t just let it go.

That left him with that question that Seonghwa left him with, what did it mean to him? It was hard to say when he had so many holes in his memory but he did know that he had never felt pleasure like that before. So how did he feel about Hwa? That was a good question. He was one of his best friends, he was his rock, he could always rely on him to be there for him. He was sure he couldn’t do what he did without him but how did he feel about him as a man? He admired him, he always had. His physical beauty was undeniable. He had never known he was attracted to men before but it seemed that something changed last night or maybe it hadn’t? Maybe he had always been attracted to him. Maybe that was why he was uncomfortable with physicality between them?

The door opened and Seonghwa wandered in and walked over to his bed and began to get ready to climb into it.

“Seonghwa…” Hongjoong got up and walked over to him. Looking slightly annoyed, Hwa turned around.

“Tell me what happened.”

“Telling you won’t help, it won’t be more than me telling you. Besides, I don’t think you really want to know. Do you? Do you really?”

Hong paused for a moment and thought of all of the things he had been thinking for the last hour, over the whole day of terror and confusion, “Yes.”

“I can’t make you remember but there’s one thing I can think of that might jog your memory.” Without any further words, Seonghwa leaned in and kissed Hongjoong. At first it was a mere brush of the lips but slowly it built, growing in intensity. Strangely, it wasn’t the kiss that jogged his memory, it was Seonghwa’s scent. The smell of his shampoo, the clean smell of his skin, it hadn’t been Seonghwa who had come onto him, it had been all his own doing.

He remembered running off into the rain and for some reason, he didn’t want to be caught. He wasn’t sure as to his reasoning but he remembered running and hiding. Seonghwa found him and he managed to wrangle him back to the hotel. By the time he got him back, the crew had taken the rest of the members back home. Since he was worried Hongjoong might escape again, all Hwa could think of was getting a room at the hotel. Which he did.

Seonghwa changed out of his wet clothes and then did the same for Hongjoong, they continued their drinking. Then he remembered laying on the bed, staring up into Seonghwa’s beautiful eyes, feeling his warm hands moving over him as he dried him off, then he leaned up and kissed him. Hwa had pulled away and muttered something about kissing him when he was sober but he had merely kissed him again. Again, Seonghwa pulled away. He wasn’t sober himself but he was more sober and he knew that there was no way that Hongjoong would behave like this if he were sober, he had to be the responsible one… or he could try.

Hongjoong’s lips found his bare chest and dragged down over his smooth skin. Jesus there was only so much he could take. If he hadn’t already taken his clothes off, he would have just walked out but if he stayed, he would do something he shouldn’t. It took supreme effort but he pulled away, put his wet clothes back on and went home.

When Seonghwa drew away from their kiss, Hong looked a good deal more enlightened than he had before.

“So… we didn’t do anything?”

They had kissed, rather a lot but he knew what Hongjoong was talking about. “We did not.”

“But I wanted to… what happened this morning?”

“You don’t remember that either?”

Hongjoong shook his head, “I just remember waking up and you were in the shower and I was naked in bed.”

“I didn’t molest you while you were sleeping, I came back to check on you and you…” Seonghwa gave a disgusted look, “You threw up all over me. So I took a shower.”

“Oh.” Hongjoong winced, “Sorry.”

“You were drunk, it happens. I just wish it had happened to someone else.”

There it was.

The memory, the whole truth of it. Now that it was in his mind, he found not only did he want to the night before, he still wanted to. He leaned back in and kissed Seonghwa who, in shock, didn't respond immediately. When he did there was something almost desperate in his kiss. He had wanted this for such a long time and to be teased with it when he was at his weakest had been torture at best. Now neither of them were drunk. They both had all of their faculties and Hongjoong was kissing him.

In a reversed version of the night before, this time Hongjoong was the one who was peeling off Seonghwa’s clothes as well as his own. They fell together onto Seonghwa’s bed.

“Are you sure you want this?” Hwa asked breathlessly between kisses.

Hongjoong raised his hand to Seonghwa’s cheek, how long had he suffered in silence? How long had he wanted without ever saying a word. Everything fell into place and he understood it all now. “I want this … I want you.”

All of the air was knocked out of Seonghwa’s lungs and he gasped, staring into Hongjoong’s beautiful face. For the first time, he relaxed and let himself surrender to what was happening between them. He pulled away and Hong looked at him questioningly but smiled as he watched Hwa lock the bedroom door.

Hwa wished tonight they could have the hotel room again. He hated the fact that the house was full but he couldn’t say no, not tonight. Hongjoong held his hand out to him and he walked forward and took it, sliding back down onto the bed with him.

Their lips came together in heated concert, Seonghwa revelled in doing everything he had wanted to do the night before. His kisses trailed down from Hong’s lips, down over his jaw, down his neck. He felt his body arch up against him as it had the night before but this time he felt no guilt, no need to hold himself back. Freed from restraint, he gave himself body and soul over to the heat and the promise that built between them.

A tiny sound of pleasure fell from Hongjoong’s lips. It surprised him, he had never had time for relationships or even sex. Before the group it was all work while pretending to go to school. After the group, it was just all work. He found himself utterly swept away as warm hands caressed over his skin. They work each other’s clothes off until they lay side by side, skin to skin. Their naked cocks pressed against each other.

Seonghwa seemed far more confident as his lips moved ever lower, grazing over the smooth musculature of Hongjoong’s chest, the flat planes of his belly, over his ribs, his tongue snaking out to trace over his hip bones which made his stomach tighten and cock jump. Seonghwa peeked up and grinned before flicking his tongue against the glistening tip of Hongjoong’s prick. Hong’s breath caught and he reached out, fingers dragging through Seonghwa’s dark hair.

Hungry for the taste of him, Hwa didn’t hesitate even for a moment as he opened his mouth to him, hot lips gliding down over his turgid length.

Oh god, the heat, the feeling of Seonghwa’s tongue… he had never known pleasure like it before in his life. It was all he could do to keep from crying out, he bit his bottom lip between his teeth. It wasn’t enough so he covered his mouth and bit the heel of his hand. He raised his hips in small thrusts, meeting each bob of Seonghwa’s head. He raced for the pinnacle, a sheen of sweat broke out on his skin, his balls tightened, his cock swelled. Trying to warn Hwa, he tapped frantically against his shoulder and arm.

Seonghwa already knew, he pressed forward, pushing Hongjoong’s cock to the back of his throat. The first spurt of cum shot over his tongue, he swallowed and kept swallowing each and every drop. Seonghwa licked his lips and smiled. Hongjoong just stared back at him in wonder, finally reaching to brush the backs of his fingers over his smooth cheek.

Now that the frenzied haze of desire had rolled back slightly, he looked at Hwa, really looked at him. He was an unspeakably beautiful man, even now when he looked more than a little shy and unsure of himself. Hongjoong sat up and caught Seonghwa’s lips in a tender kiss.

Hwa gasped into that kiss, clinging to Hongjoong desperately.

Hongjoong let himself enjoy the taste, the feeling of Seonghwa’s lips before he kissed down over his throat, over his collar bone. He dragged his lips over his chest, stopping to ply his nipples with attention, feeling them tighten against his lips before continuing his travel down over his stomach. He wasn’t as skilled as Hwa and he had to admit he was a little nervous, he had never pleasured a man before and had only the example of minutes before to guide him. Nervously, he licked his lips as he wrapped his fingers around Seonghwa’s long, thick prick.

Seonghwa watched, holding his breath. Part of him didn’t believe that Hong could do it but that was shattered moments later as he bent down and wrapped his beautiful lips around the thick head. He was awkward, a bit unsure in his motions but it was still ecstasy to Seonghwa. He turned his face into the mattress and suppressed a groan. It was everything he had ever imagined.

Hongjoong bobbed his head up and down, fucking his own face with Seonghwa’s cock. It was one of the most beautiful things Hwa had ever seen and it was rapidly pushing him toward that precarious edge. His fingers fisted in the sheets and he writhed beneath the delicious onslaught. “I- I’m gonna…” It was all he managed to breathily choke out before he began to cum.

The first wave took Hongjoong by surprise, he pulled back only to be struck across the cheek and lips with the second and third wave. Quickly he leaned back in to catch and swallow the remaining seed.

Seonghwa gave a little smile as he saw his cum painted on Hongjoong’s cheek. He leaned forward and lapped it delicately up before sealing his lips in a sensuous kiss. They lay together, simply enjoying each other until the fatigue of the day began to reach its demanding fingers for Hongjoong, “I’m sleepy.”

Seonghwa smiled and kissed his slightly pouting lips. He could sleep anywhere and when sleep came for him, he was helpless to resist its siren’s call. As much as he wanted to share his tiny bed, it was probably for the best that Hongjoong go back to his own bed. It took some coaxing but once he was tucked in, Seonghwa stood over him watching him sleep for a little while. He wasn’t sure what tomorrow would bring but for now, now he was happy.

He walked over and unlocked the door before crawling into his own bed and letting blissful dreams claim him.

NOTES: Other works can be found on my master list.

#ateez #ateez smut #seongjoong #honghwa #ateez imagines #ateez seonghwa #ateez hongjoong #park seonghwa #kim hongjoong #hongjoong #seonghwa #kpop smut #kpop imagines

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just-another-self-shipper · 2 years

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Hey Carmen.😀

For the ask game: dahlia, marigold, orchid and hydrangea for Randall?

I gotta go with the obvious, the one that his tag came from

Any one where he's sitting.

Maybe it's weird, but I think the way he sits is cute 🥺

Yes, he's my favorite character. Dean Hardscrabble from Monsters University is a close second because I may or may not have a crush on her, even though centipedes terrify me

Before I do, let me just say that I have more heart cells than brain cells, so I'll add any love song I hear to my self-ship playlists. Also, quite a few of them are explicit. More than I thought, anyway 🤣

El Sueño - Linda Ronstadt

Just The Two Of Us - Grover Washington Jr.

Don't Go Breaking My Heart - Elton John and Kiki Dee

Can You Feel The Love Tonight? - Elton John

The World - Brad Paisley

That's What I Like - Bruno Mars

My Boyfriend's Back - The Angels

Poison - Alice Cooper

Monster - Lady Gaga

Teeth - Lady Gaga

I'm A Believer - The Monkees

Deeper Than The Holler - Randy Travis

I Touch Myself - The Divinyls

Fast Cars And Freedom - Rascal Flatts

To Know Him Is To Love Him - Dolly Parton, Linda Ronstadt, and Emmylou Harris

Dreaming Of You - Selena

Paparazzi - Lady Gaga

More Than Words/ Heaven Isn't Too Far Away - Julianne Hough and Diego Boneta

Without Question - Elton John

I Love You For Sentimental Reasons - Linda Ronstadt

Can You Feel The Love Tonight - Lion King Soundtrack

Right Here Waiting - Richard Marx

Summer Nights - Grease Soundtrack

Unchained Melody - The Righteous Brothers

My Baby Loves Me - Martina McBride

The Real You - Three Days Grace

Happy Together - The Turtles

The Name Of The Game - ABBA

Crazy He Calls Me - Natalie Cole

Suki Suki Daisuki - Jun Togawa

Can't Help Falling In Love - Elvis Presley

Peppermint Creams - Ninja Sex Party

Flawless - Studio Killers

All I Ask Of You - Patrick Wilson and Emmy Rossum

Is This Love? - Bob Marley

Somebody Like You - Keith Urban

Total Eclipse Of The Heart - Bonnie Tyler

The Shoop Shoop Song - Betty Everett

Can't Take My Eyes Off Of You - Frankie Valli

Ain't No Woman (Like The One I Got) - Four Tops

Mambo No. 5 (A Little Bit Of Monica) - Lou Bega

Love Is A Crime - Anastacia

Just The Way You Are - Bruno Mars

The Way You Look Tonight - Tony Bennett

How Sweet It Is (To Be Loved By You) - James Taylor

Let's Get It On - Marvin Gaye

Fever - Varrick Frost and Lawrence Lea

I Got You, Babe - Sonny and Cher

Breathe - Faith Hill

(You Make Me Feel Like) A Natural Woman - Aretha Franklin

Jake + Olive - Mac Lethal

My Girl - The Temptations

Digital Love - Daft Punk

For Once In My Life - Stevie Wonder

I Want To Know What Love Is - Tom Cruise and Malin Ackerman

The Way You Love Me - Faith Hill

Flowers and Beads - Iron Butterfly

At Last - Etta James

I Can't Help Myself (Sugar Pie, Honey Bunch) - Four Tops

Just One Look - Linda Ronstadt

(What A) Wonderful World - Sam Cooke

Glory Of Love - Ninja Sex Party

Kiss From A Rose - Seal

Heart Boner (Part II Of The Boner Trilogy) - Ninja Sex Party

Te Amo Y Más - Gustavo Santaolalla and Diego Luna

Quiereme Mucho - Linda Ronstadt

I Love You Too Much - Gustavo Santaolalla and Diego Luna

Creep - Radiohead

Someday, We'll Be Together - Diana Ross

True Colours - Studio Killers

In Der Stille Der Nacht - OOMPH!

I Put A Spell On You - Queen Latifah

Time Of Dying - Three Days Grace

Kiss From A Rose - Dan Avidan and the Super Guitar Brothers

Closer - Nine Inch Nails

Reunited - Peaches & Herb

Lonely Rolling Star - Gamechops

Waterloo - ABBA

T.L.C. A.S.A.P. - Alabama

Stirb Nicht Vor Mir (Don't Die Before I Do) - Rammstein

...Baby One More Time - Britney Spears

Rock You Like A Hurricane - Julianne Hough and Tom Cruise

FYI I Wanna F Your A - Ninja Sex Party

Endless Love - Lionel Richie and Diana Ross

All My Life - Linda Ronstadt and Aaron Neville

Can't Fight This Feeling - REO Speedwagon

Te Quiero Dijiste - Linda Ronstadt

Thanks for the ask, @goldie90 ^^

#ask game #🦎: reunited and it feels so good

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bolintheturtleduck · 3 years

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Song Ranking

So I did that song ranking thing and it took HOURS. literal HOURS. Don’t ever do it, I won’t even link it. I hated doing it. But here is my list. And dare I say my Top 130 is immaculate hjgkhg

Some of this is not really accurate though. Could be me or the generator. Like ‘Cold Hearted’ being 500 something???? Not in my house.

Also don’t go looking for christmas songs. They are all somewhere down there lmao

Anyways! Let’s go!

1 Nasty / Rhythm Nation

1 Rumour Has It / Someone Like You

3 Be Okay

4 Love You Like A Love Song

4 Seasons Of Love

6 Mustang Sally

7 So Emotional

8 Tightrope

9 Barely Breathing

10 Cough Syrup

11 Shake It Out

11 The Boy Is Mine

13 Back To Black

14 Valerie

15 Paradise By The Dashboard Light

16 River Deep, Mountain High

17 Problem

18 Faithfully

19 Gloria

20 I'm Not Gonna Teach Your Boyfriend How To Dance With You

21 How Will I Know

22 We Are Young

23 How To Be A Heartbreaker

24 Hand In My Pocket / I Feel The Earth Move

25 If I Die Young

26 I Feel Pretty / Unpretty

27 Bust Your Windows

28 Candyman

29 American Boy

30 I Can't Go For That (No Can Do) / You Make My Dreams

31 If I Can't Have You

32 It's All Coming Back To Me Now

33 Crazy / U Drive Me Crazy

34 ABC

35 Bad Romance

36 It's Too Late

37 Hungry Like The Wolf / Rio

38 I Wish

39 Need You Now

40 Landslide

41 Start Me Up / Livin' On A Prayer

42 Thriller / Heads Will Roll

43 What Doesn't Kill You (Stronger)

44 There Are Worse Things I Could Do

45 Losing My Religion

46 The Edge Of Glory

47 Teenage Dream (Acoustic Version)

48 Make You Feel My Love

49 My Prerogative

50 Singing In The Rain / Umbrella

51 Songbird

52 Spotlight

53 Mine

54 Take Me Or Leave Me

55 Take Me To Church

56 No Surrender

57 Never Say Never

58 Constant Craving

59 Brave

60 Born This Way

61 Pumpin' Blood

62 Blame It (On The Alcohol)

63 Glad You Came

64 Give Your Heart A Break

65 It's All Over

66 It's Not Right, But It's Okay

67 Everybody Talks

68 Here Comes The Sun

69 Into The Groove

70 In Your Eyes

71 I Don't Want To Know

72 I Lived

73 I Kissed A Girl

74 Halo / Walking On Sunshine

75 You Can't Stop The Beat

76 She's Not There

77 Nutbush City Limits

78 True Colors

79 Can't Fight This Feeling

80 Breakaway

81 Dancing Queen

82 Don't Stop Me Now

83 And I Am Telling You I'm Not Going

84 Empire State Of Mind

85 Doo Wop (That Thing)

86 Arthur's Theme

87 Happy Days Are Here Again / Get Happy

88 Toxic

89 This Is The New Year

90 Last Name

91 3

92 A Change Would Do You Good

93 Got To Get You Into My Life

94 Tongue Tied

95 Smooth Criminal

96 Papa Don't Preach

97 Animal

97 Another One Bites The Dust

99 Don't Speak

100 Don't You Want Me

101 A Hard Day's Night

102 Some Nights

103 Somebody That I Used To Know

104 Superstition

105 Survivor / I Will Survive

106 My Life Would Suck Without You

107 The First Time Ever I Saw Your Face

108 Misery

109 My Love Is Your Love

110 Somewhere Only We Know

111 Blow Me (One Last Kiss)

112 Me Against The Music

113 I Follow Rivers

114 Mean

115 Here's To Us

116 Stronger

117 Summer Nights

118 Make No Mistake, She's Mine

119 Love Song

120 Waiting For A Girl Like You

121 We Got The Beat

122 We Found Love

123 We've Got Tonite

124 Love Shack

125 The Scientist

126 Love Is A Battlefield

127 Run Joey Run

128 Wings

129 When I Get You Alone

130 Uptown Girl

131 Roots Before Branches

132 I'm The Only One

132 I've Gotta Be Me

134 Hopelessly Devoted To You

135 Hit Me With Your Best Shot / One Way Or Another

136 Dinosaur

137 Dog Days Are Over

138 Hung Up

139 Everytime

140 Go Your Own Way

141 Every Breath You Take

142 Fire And Rain

143 Fighter

144 Not While I'm Around

145 Not The Boy Next Door

146 Fly / I Believe I Can Fly

147 Girl On Fire

148 Oops!... I Did It Again

149 Stop! In The Name Of Love / Free Your Mind

150 Stereo Hearts

151 Bills, Bills, Bills

152 Somebody Loves You

153 Hold It Against Me

154 Turning Tables

155 Wide Awake

156 You May Be Right

157 Cell Block Tango

158 A Boy Like That

159 All Out Of Love

160 Alfie

161 Jessie's Girl

162 I'm A Slave 4 U

163 I Still Haven't Found What I'm Looking For

164 I'll Stand By You (Amber)

165 I Wanna Dance With Somebody (Who Loves Me)

166 Let Me Love You (Until You Learn To Love Yourself)

167 Lovefool

168 Just Can't Get Enough

169 Just Give Me A Reason

170 Keep Holding On

171 Like A Virgin

172 New York State Of Mind

173 My Dark Side

174 More Than A Feeling

174 My Cup

176 I Want To Hold Your Hand

177 I Want To Break Free

178 I Want To Know What Love Is

179 I Want You Back

180 Teenage Dream

181 Take My Breath Away

182 America

183 Glory Days

184 I Say A Little Prayer

184 I Wanna Sex You Up

186 I Will Always Love You

187 A Thousand Years

188 Like A Prayer

189 Don't Rain On My Parade

190 Disco Inferno

191 Don't Stop Believin' (Regionals)

192 Dream On

193 Get It Right

194 Gold Digger

195 Telephone

196 Without You

197 You're The One That I Want

198 Tell Him

199 Let Me Love You

200 Good Vibrations

200 Raise Your Glass

202 Run The World (Girls)

203 Gimme More

204 Hey Jude

204 How Deep Is Your Love

206 Higher Ground

207 Vogue

208 Something's Coming

209 Footloose

210 Forget You

211 Gives You Hell

212 Everybody Wants To Rule The World

213 Far From Over

214 Fat Bottomed Girls

215 Hair / Crazy In Love

216 Hall Of Fame

216 Hello

216 Hello, I Love You

216 Somebody To Love

216 Time Warp

216 To Love You More

222 Last Friday Night

223 Hate On Me

224 Lovin', Touchin', Squeezin'

225 Locked Out Of Heaven

226 Rose's Turn

227 Everybody Hurts

227 Express Yourself

227 Loser

227 Shout It Out Loud

231 Signed, Sealed, Delivered I'm Yours

232 Pompeii

233 Party All The Time

234 Our Day Will Come

235 Perfect

236 Old Time Rock & Roll / Danger Zone

237 Greased Lightning

237 Happy Xmas (War Is Over)

237 Live While We're Young

240 Firework

240 Love Child

242 Fire

243 You're All I Need To Get By

244 The Scientist (Acapella)

245 Afternoon Delight

246 Against All Odds (Take A Look At Me Now)

247 Listen To Your Heart

248 Tik Tok

249 You Keep Me Hangin' On

250 The Rose

251 You Can't Always Get What You

Want

252 Let's Have A Kiki

252 Listen

254 Pretending

255 More Than A Woman

256 More Than Words

257 Hot For Teacher

257 No One Is Alone

257 Not The End

257 Nowadays / Hot Honey Rag 257 O Christmas Tree

257 One Hand, One Heart

257 One

257 Only Child

257 Proud Mary

266 Heroes

267 Hey Ya!

268 Getting Married Today

268 Happy

270 Hell To The No

271 Night Fever

271 Sgt. Pepper's Lonley Hearts Club

Band

273 The Music Of The Night

273 The Only Exception 273 The Rain In Spain 273 The Safety Dance 273 Thousand Miles 278 Billionaire

278 God Rest Ye Merry Gentlemen 278 The Happening

278 The Lady Is A Tramp

282 Borderline / Open Your Heart 282 Born To Hand Jive

284 Control

284 The Longest Time

286 Give Up The Funk

287 Chasing Pavements

288 Man In The Mirror

288 Say

288 Sexy And I Know It 288 Shout

292 Marry The Night

293 Mamma Mia

294 Loser Like Me

295 Don't Stop Believin' (Season 1)

296 Colorblind

297 Diva

297 Don't Cry For Me Argentina

299 Don't Dream It's Over

300 Let It Be

301 Don't Stop

302 Highway To Hell

302 Hold On

302 Holding Out For A Hero 302 We Will Rock You

302 What I Did For Love

302 What It Feels Like For A Girl

308 Take On Me

309 For Once In My Life

309 Good Riddance (Time Of Your

Life)

309 Hello Goodbye

309 Hello Twelve, Hello Thirteen, Hello Love

309 Home

309 Homeward Bound / Home 309 Honesty

309 Human Nature

317 Drive My Car

317 For Good

317 I'll Remember

320 I'll Stand By You (Cory)

321 On My Own

321 Taking Chances

321 The Bitch Is Back / Dress You Up 321 Werewolves Of London

325 My Man

326 My Life

327 My Lovin' (You're Never Gonna Get It)

327 Never Going Back Again 327 No Scrubs

330 Creep

331 Come What May

332 Never Can Say Goodbye

333 Who Are You Now?

334 You Give Love A Bad Name

335 Womanizer

336 Wake Me Up Before You Go-Go

337 Come See About Me

337 P.Y.T. (Pretty Young Thing) 337 People

337 Popular

337 River

337 Roar

337 Rolling In The Deep 337 Santa Baby

345 Boogie Shoes

346 At Last

347 I'm The Greatest Star

348 Jar Of Hearts

349 It's Time

350 It's My Life / Confessions Part II

351 It's Not Unusual

352 I'm So Excited

352 I'm Still Here

354 Don't Stop Believin' (Season 5) 354 Don't You (Forget About Me) 354 Dreams

354 Unchained Melody

354 Uptown Funk

359 Bohemian Rhapsody

359 Don't Stop Believin' (Rachel) 359 Lucky

362 Don't Stand So Close To Me /

Young Girl

363 Bridge Over Troubled Water

363 Bust A Move

365 Look At Me I'm Sandra Dee

366 Look At Me I'm Sandra Dee

(Reprise)

367 Longest Time

368 Applause

369 All Of Me

370 Any Way You Want It

370 Anything Could Happen

372 Red Solo Cup

372 Rock Lobster

372 Rockin' Around The Christmas

Tree 372 Rockstar

376 Saving All My Love For You

377 (I've Had) The Time Of My Life

377 Piano Man 377 Poison 377 Poker Face

381 A House Is Not A Home

382 4 Minutes

383 Black Or White

384 Blackbird

385 All By Myself

385 Smile

385 You Make Me Feel So Young

388 Wrecking Ball

389 (You Make Me Feel Like) A Natural

Woman

389 (You're) Having My Baby

391 Superman

392 Ain't No Way

392 Stayin' Alive

394 Still Got Tonight

394 The Most Wonderful Day Of The

Year

394 The Way You Look Tonight / You're Never Fully Dressed Without A

Smile 394 This Time

394 Whatever Happened To Saturday Night?

399 They Long To Be Close To You

400 All About That Bass 400 Sing!

400 So Far Away

400 Some People

404 Addicted To Love

404 Moves Like Jagger / Jumpin' Jack Flash

404 Sing

404 Someday We'll Be Together 404 Somethin' Stupid

404 Something

404 Somewhere

404 Stand

412 Scream

413 Rather Be

414 Next To Me

414 No Air

414 Papa Can You Hear Me? 414 Physical

414 Piece Of My Heart

414 Pinball Wizard

414 Pony

414 Rehab

422 La Isla Bonita

422 Lean On Me

422 Let's Wait Awhile

422 Little Drummer Boy

422 Little Girls

427 Light Up The World

428 Science Fiction Double Feature

428 Silent Night 428 Silly Love Songs

431 Le Jazz Hot

432 Out Here On My Own

432 Pure Imagination

434 School's Out

435 Hey, Soul Sister

435 I Kissed A Girl (Season Six) 435 Sway

438 I Believe In A Thing Called Love

439 I Have Nothing

440 I Am Changing

441 I Saw Her Standing There

441 I Was Here

441 I Won't Give Up

441 I'll Be Home For Christmas 441 I'll Never Fall In Love Again 446 Funny Girl

446 I Look To You

446 I Only Have Eyes For You 446 I Still Believe / Super Bass 446 Story Of My Life

451 I Love New York / New York, New

York

452 What Makes You Beautiful

453 What The World Needs Now

454 An Innocent Man

454 Bad

454 Because You Loved Me

454 Bein' Green

454 ByeByeBye/IWantItThatWay 454 IfIWereABoy

454 Take A Bow

454 Take Me Home Tonight

462 Barracuda

463 Beauty School Drop Out

464 Chandelier

465 Baby It's You

466 It Must Have Been Love

467 At The Ballet

468 Baby One More Time

469 Beautiful

469 Being Alive

469 We Built This City

472 Being Good Isn't Good Enough 472 I Just Can't Stop Loving You 472 I Love It

472 Isn't She Lovely

476 All That Jazz

476 Blurred Lines

476 Bootylicious

476 Extraordinary Merry Christmas 476 Father Figure

476 Fight For Your Right (To Party)

476 Flashdance... What A Feeling

483 I Don't Know How To Love Him

484 Fix You

484 I Could Have Danced All Night 486 Push It

486 Rainbow Connection 486 Rise

489 Promises, Promises

490 Oh Chanukah

490 Ohio

490 One Love (People Get Ready) 490 Only The Good Die Young 494 Baby

494 Dancing With Myself

494 Defying Gravity

497 Baby, It's Cold Outside

498 Cherish / Cherish

498 Christmas Wrapping 498 Closer

498 Downtown

498 Endless Love

498 Forever Young

498 Friday I'm In Love 498 Friday

498 Gangnam Style

498 Get Back

498 Safety Dance

509 Cold Hearted

510 Clarity

511 Centerfold / Hot In Herre

511 Just The Way You Are 513 Jumpin', Jumpin'

513 Kiss

515 Juke Box Hero

515 L-O-V-E

517 Jolene

518 Jump

518 La Cucaracha

520 Dream A Little Dream

521 A Little Less Conversation

521 Beth

521 Bitch

521 Don't Sleep In The Subway 521 Girls Just Want To Have Fun 521 Have Yourself A Merry Little

Christmas 521 Help!

521 I Dreamed A Dream 521 I'm His Child

521 I'm Still Standing 521 Ice Ice Baby

521 Imagine

521 In My Life

521 It's A Man's Man's Man's World 521 Lose My Breath

521 Memory

521 Outcast

521 Over The Rainbow

521 Same Love

521 Santa Claus Is Coming To Town 521 Teach Your Children

521 Tell Me Something Good

521 The Final Countdown

521 Uptight (Everything's Alright) 545 Big Ass Heart

545 I Love L.A.

545 I Melt With You

548 Big Girls Don't Cry

548 Mary's Boy Child

548 O Holy Night

548 On Our Way

548 One Bourbon, One Scotch, One

Beer

548 One Less Bell To Answer

554 Maybe This Time 554 My Favourite Things 554 My Sharona

557 Marry You

558 Cool

559 Cool Kids

560 Celebrity Skin

560 Cheek To Cheek

560 Dance The Night Away

560 Diamonds Are A Girl's Best Friend / Material Girl

560 Don't Go Breaking My Heart 560 Don't Wanna Lose You

560 Feliz Navidad

560 Here Comes Santa Claus 560 I Know What Boys Like

560 I Know Where I've Been 560 Trouty Mouth

571 Total Eclipse Of The Heart

572 Don't Make Me Over

573 Call Me Maybe

574 We Are The Champions

575 Time After Time

576 Bring Him Home

576 Broadway Baby 576 Buenos Aires 576 Burning Up 576 Yesterday

581 Boys / Boyfriend

582 Mercy

582 You Get What You Give

582 You Have More Friends Than You

Know

582 You Learn / You've Got A Friend

582 You Should Be Dancing

582 You're All The World To Me 582 You're My Best Friend

582 You've Lost That Lovin' Feelin' 590 Break Free

590 Jingle Bell Rock 590 Jingle Bells

590 Joy To The World 590 One Of Us

590 Tonight

590 You're The Top

590 You've Got To Hide Your Love

Away

590 Your Song

599 To Sir, With Love

600 Torn

601 Wake Me Up

601 Wannabe

601 Wedding Bell Blues

604 Touch A Touch A Touch A Touch Me

604 UpUpUp

606 All Or Nothing

606 Alone

606 Cry

606 Leaving On A Jet Plane

606 Let It Go

606 Mickey

606 Movin' Out (Anthony's Song) 606 Mr. Roboto / Counting Stars 606 Try A Little Tenderness

606 U Can't Touch This

606 Uninvited

606 Vacation

606 Wanna Be Startin' Somethin' 606 What Kind Of Fool

606 Whistle

606 Will You Love Me Tomorrow /

Head Over Feet 606 Wishin' And Hoping

606 YouAndI/YouAndI

624 Do Ya Think I'm Sexy?

624 Do You Hear What I Hear? 624 Do You Wanna Touch Me (Oh

Yeah)

624 Lucky Star

624 Merry Christmas Darling 629 Damn It, Janet

629 Danny's Song

629 Daydream Believer

629 Deck The Rooftop

629 Ding-Dong! The Witch Is Dead 634 All I Want For Christmas Is You 634 Angels We Have Heard On High 634 Anything Goes / Anything You Can

634 As If We Never Said Goodbye

634 As Long As You're There 634 Bamboleo / Hero

634 Bella Notte

634 Copacabana

634 Do They Know It's Christmas? 634 Last Christmas

634 Let It Snow

634 We Need A Little Christmas

634 Welcome Christmas

634 Whenever I Call You Friend

634 Whip It

634 You Are The Sunshine Of My Life

650 All You Need Is Love

651 Americano / Dance Again

652 Crush

653 Big Spender

653 Make 'Em Laugh

653 White Christmas

653 Yeah!

657 (Charlie Chaplin song)

657 (originally by Michael Bublé) 657 Away In A Manger

657 Baby Got Back

657 Christmas Eve With You 657 Come Sail Away

657 You Are Woman, I Am Man 657 You Spin Me Round (Like A

Record)

665 You're A Mean One, Mr. Grinch

666 Starlight Express

666 The Trolley Song

666 The Winner Takes It All

666 There's A Light (Over At The

Frankenstein Place) 670 Take Care Of Yourself

671 Sweet Caroline

672 Ben

672 Best Day Of My Life 672 Blue Christmas

672 Candles

676 Starships

676 Suddenly Seymour 676 Sweet Transvestite

679 Thong Song

680 The Fox (What Does The Fox

Say?)

680 The Living Years

682 The Chipmunk Song (Christmas Don't Be Late)

682 The First Noël

#once again i am telling all of you to not do it #ANYWAYS!#glee song ranking

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copias-thrall · 4 years

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There’s Magic in the Night

A new year is breaking, and it's full of possibilities.

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(Reminder: not Repugnant accurate.)

It’s a 15min walk from the nearest subway stop in a part of the city that hosts low-income and broke college folk, and you’re beginning to wonder if your heeled boots were the best choice—but the shiny patent of them so nicely offset your cheap pink and black tulle skirt and fuzzy black crop sweater with inlaid tinsel that you’d decided on form or function. You’d almost changed your top when Mary had knelt and given your tummy a raspberry where it hung over the waistband a little, but his cute little pout had placated you a little after you’d threatened to do just that.

“You want a piggyback?”

“Nah, I’m all right, Mare. We’re almost there, right?”

“Yeah.”

Using his chin, he indicates a house down the block with a light on in every window and that’s lit up with string lights. It’s a little run down, but not falling apart. The neighborhood is full of three-story homes that are either co-ops or rented out by various floor configurations.

You’d tried to follow his explanation on who he knew and how, but the most you’d retained was that of the 6 people who rented the entire house, Mary knew 2 of them intimately. (“Yeah, they’ve had it every year that they’re lived there. I’m pretty sure a good third of the crowd is party crashers, but the more the merrier, right?”)

The closer you get, the louder the din from the house becomes—it sounds like there are 4 different playlists fighting for dominance, and the crowd ASMR is strong. There is a gang of smokers spilling from the front porch, down the cement steps, and clumped into murders in the small yard.

Ed and Dee are leaning against the railing on the steps, shivering in their best band tees as they take drags of their cigarettes.

“Hey, man!” says Mary as he leans forward and engages them both in a sloppy approximation of a cool, secret handshake.

“Hey, Goore!”

“Long time no see, dude.”

You nod at them, and they nod back.

“Where’s the rest of the gang?” asks Ed as he strains to see behind you in the dark.

Apparently Mary usually pregamed with his bandmates and then they headed over en masse later in the night. Horrified, you’d tried to convince him to uphold the tradition, but he’d insisted he could break off one year (“I’m not gonna toss you to the wolves, Suey. I see those assholes all the time.”).

Mary blows out a breath, and it hangs in the air like the puffs of smoke.

“Still pregaming. They’ll be by later. I wanted to give Suey the grand tour.”

Mary makes a sweeping motion, then wraps that arm around you. Ed and Dee’s eyes flick back to you.

“He’s a fucking liar; he was afraid one of you would steal me away.”

Ed coughs out the drag he was taking, and Dee snorts.

“You’re killing my street cred, woman.”

“Whatever, dude,” says Dee with a smirk, and Mary glowers at him. “You wanna bum one?” Dee holds out his pack as if in contrition.

Mary’s hand twitches, but he shakes his head.

“Nah, dude. Not unless it’s that chronic shit.”

“Yeah, they got those somewhere.”

“Cool. Cool cool cool.”

A few merrymakers exit the house—laughing and screaming—and they push by the lot of you as they presumably journey on toward another party.

“All right, dudes. We’re gonna go make the rounds, get some cold ones. See you on the other side!”

“Sounds good!”

“Do it.”

Mary ushers you inside, and—despite the open door—the warmth of the house hits you, making you feel suddenly uncomfortable in your winter coat. Like the outside, there’s a general mass of bodies that are sectioned off (in the hall; on the stairs; spilling out of the kitchen; lounging in the living areas) like music notes in a run of measures. You spot a worn-looking chair that’s piled high with coats, and you go to toss yours on, but Mary grabs your arm.

“Geez, Suey. You wanna get your coat jizzed on?”

“I—what?”

“C’mere, let’s not add our stuff to the pile that’s gonna make someone a nice sex bed later.”

He yanks your coat out of your hands and opens a door that leads to the hall closet. A beach ball tumbles out and is joyfully absconded with by a trio of party goers walking by, and Mary catches one golf club in his hand as it falls out from the top shelf and another under his arm. Unfortunately, he doesn’t catch the one that hits his booted foot, but you managed to stand on tiptoe enough to prevent the entire bag from depositing its contents on Mary’s head.

“Jesus fucking Christ.”

Between the two of you, you manage to get the clubs back in order from whence they fell.

You can see that there’s other junk up there and in the back—whether it lives there permanently or was just shoved in there pre-party, you guess you’ll never know—but there’s an entire row of coats on a rod, which seems to be the closet’s main purpose.

“Here.” Mary rifles through the mess until he finds a free hanger. It takes some adjusting, but he finally gets his leather jacket and your coat onto the same hanger and manages to squeeze it back into the mass.

“OK. Let’s go find Shonda.”

“Not Murray?”

“Apparently he’s elsewhere tonight.” He shrugs.

There’s a sudden squeal of voices, and when you turn, you see Kara and Elsie hurrying toward you. Elsie is in a sequined dress so garish it must be fashionable and Kara sports a sparkly red sweater over black jeggings that she’s wrapped fairy lights around.

“So you’re not dead!” says Kara

“Uh … no?”

“Christ, I would have called you, but I’ve spent the last few days with my head in a toilet,” laughs Elsie.

“Yeah, thanks for that guys,” says Mary. “What I really wanted to do at the crack of dawn was take care of this lush.”

“Pffft,” snorts Elsie. “You’re one to talk, Goore. As if your head doesn’t live in the toilet.

“Yeah, total karma, Mary. Remember that time you got your stomach pumped?”

“Jesus, Mare,” you say at him with a bemused smile. He scowls.

“Look. Honey whiskey goes down easy.”

Elsie and Kara cackle before grabbing up your hands.

“C’mon, let’s get you a drink, hon,” says Kara.

“What about me?” pouts Mary.

Elsie sniffs over her shoulder at him as she pulls you down the hall.

“Sorry, Goore. Girls only. Go set shit on fire or something.”

“That was once!” you hear Mary call down the hall after you.

“Wait—what did he set on fire?”

Elsie looks at you and mimics locking her mouth and throwing away a key.

The kitchen is full of bodies. In one corner, there’s a game of beer pong set up, and in the other, people are digging beer containers out of a giant cooler. On the counter are a few bowls half-filled with various snacks—the other half of which seem to be spilled over the counter and crushed into the linoleum floor. There’s a dark-skinned woman in a black & white plaid rockabilly dress and red cardigan who’s struggling to empty a bag of ice into a second cooler.

“Here—let me help, Shonda,” says Kara as Elsie leads you to the full cooler.

Shonda looks up. “Yeah, could you? Dunno where my asshole roommates are.”

By the time the two of them have the contents of the bag in the cooler—the cubes sliding in with a rough whoosh and plinking softly over the beers in the bottom—you and Elsie have fresh beers that she’s poured into solo cups.

“Thanks, Kar.” Shonda wipes her hands on the bottom of her dress, makes a face, then fumbles for a dingy kitchen towel hanging over the fridge door handle.

“Shonda,” says Elsie, catching the woman’s attention. She pushes you forward a bit. “This is Mary’s new squeeze.”

“Oh, um, hi.” You stick out your hand.

“No shit.” Shonda gives you a once over before giving your hand one firm shake. She nods a few times. “Yeah, ok. I see it.” She pats you on the arm. “Good luck with that.” She turns to Elsie. “Is that little shit here? We need to have words.”

Elsie jerks her thumb over her shoulder. “We left him down the hall.”

“He can run but he can’t hide,” Shonda says as she stomps away in impressively high red heels.

“Do I need to go defend his honor?”

Kara snorts.

“Nah,” says Elsie, waving your question away. “She’ll probably just make him do the heavy lifting the other stooges wheedled their ways out of.”

“He is stronger than those skinny arms make him look,” you muse.

Kara leans in. “Oh?”

You grin at her.

The two of them lead you into what must be a dinning room that seems to be the official set up for the snacks and libations. A bar with liquor and mixers have been arranged in the built-in, and there’s a folding table in the corner with an array of chips, snack foods, and a pile of wilted-looking pizza boxes. There’s a center table—which looks more permanent—that some sort of drinking game is occurring over.

You make a beeline for the pizza.

“I think I need a good base.”

As you juggle the pizza slices on a plate on the top of your cup, Kara and Elsie talk rapid fire across you, sometimes asking you questions (about you, about Mary, about you and Mary), other times going into long-winded stories about people you’ve never met, but are hilarious nonetheless.

“Fuck. I’m not drunk enough for this party yet,” Kara laments.

“Well, yeah,” says Elsie. “I thought we’d get our game on.” She pokes you in the belly, and you suck your stomach in away from her touch. “You done ‘getting your base’ yet?”

“Yeah, I’m good.” You dump the paper plate and crusts into a trash bag slumped in the corner.

About the time Elsie is squeezing you three into the game at the table, Mary wanders in. His face brightens when he sees you, and he makes his way over to you, wrapping his arms around you from behind.

“There you are, baby doll.”

“I thought I told you ‘girls only,’ Goore,” says Elsie.

He jabs a finger at her. “I gave you more than enough time to monopolize my girlfriend, Ford.”

“Just keep your dick in check.”

“I do what I want.”

For the next half hour, you engage in a rousing game of flip cup, which you have always been terrible at, but Mary seems to dominate. By the end, Kara and Elsie are hitting their buzz—playfully shoving themselves and others—and you’re beginning to feel more at ease in this sea of unfamiliar people.

Ed and Trevor wander in and motion to Mary, but seem to address the whole crowd.

“Yo!” says Ed. “Wanna go upstairs?” He stimulates smoking a joint at Mary.

“Yeah, man!” Mary turns to you. “You wanna join?”

You shake your head. “Can’t. I get tested.”

“Laaaame,” says Kara, and you jump because you didn’t realize how close she’d gotten.

“You sure it’s ok?” Mary scrunches his face.

“Yeah, Mare. Go! Be free!”

“Don’t worry, Mare,” says Elsie coyly as she drapes an arm around you. “We’ll take good care of Suey.”

Mary looks horrified enough that you think he might change his mind, but then Ed and Trevor are pulling him away. Elsie looks down at you.

“What did you do to that boy?”

You squint up at her. “What do you mean?”

Kara insinuates her way in between you and hands you both disposable shot cups.

“She means you’ve got him pussy whipped.”

You scrunch your face further. “Mary? He’s like a stray cat that shows up sometimes for food.”

“Is the ‘food’ ‘sex’?” Kara jumps her eyebrows at you.

Laughingly, you shove at her. “Maybe.”

Elsie throws her hands up. “PUSSY. WHIPPED.” She downs her shot.

You and Kara follow suit.

“Ok, but seriously,” you half cough as you wipe a dribble off your chin. “Mary does what he wants. I don’t tell him what to do.”

“Aww, hon—we know,” says Kara. “Elsie is just giving you a hard time.”

Elsie shrugs. “I’m a Class A Bitch.”

“She is,” agrees Kara. She turns her cup upside down; a few droplets drip out. “Hey, bitch—go get us more suds!”

“Demanding,” grips Elsie, but she turns to make her way into the kitchen.

You and Kara wander over to the food table to graze, the howls from the newest drinking game dolcet background noise.

“Hey, I know Elsie tends to make people butthurt, but she just has no filter.”

“Oh. No, it’s fine.” You shrug. “People tend to think I’m an elitist snob, so I try to be, um, more open minded.”

Kara grins at you. “‘Splains why you’re dating Mary.”

You throw a withered carrot stick at her. “Don’t fucking call me out like that.”

Kara laughs as she tries to block the attack. The conversation seems to stall after that, so you try and dredge up a question.

“So you guys know Mary from high school or something? Mary was … vague.”

“Just Elsie. That’s why she’s a little protective. He’s seen some shit.”

“Yeah, I know,” you say quietly. You turn to look at Kara. “Did they ever …?”

Kara waves her hand at you dismissively, swaying slightly. “Shit, we’ve all fucked around with each other at some point or other.”

Your eyes bug out. “You and Mary?”

She snorts, and leans toward you at a dangerous angle. “Well I never slept with Mary. But I’ve been with Elsie and Dee, and Mary with her and Trevor, and Trevor and Dee had a thing with Ed.” She screws up her face. “I think I got that right. I can never keep it straight, honestly.” Kara shakes her head out; then her expression changes and she bites her lip. “Shit. Maybe I shouldn’t’ve told you all that.”

You pop a Jax in your mouth. “Mums the word, sister”

As she’s giving you a sloppy, grateful smile, Elsie finally appears—tottering carefully—with three solo cups precariously balanced between her hands and tits.

“Shit—come get your drinks.”

You and Kara scramble to relieve Elsie of her haul without dropping the prizes as the drinking game breaks with an Awwwwwww.

“You guys wanna with another round?” Elsie throws her thumb over her shoulder as she sips from her cup.

“Fuck yeah, you know it!” exclaims Kara as she throws her hands up, beer spilling over the side.

After doing OK in a few rounds of Finger Spoof (you’re feeling the buzz nicely), you look around and realize you haven’t seen Mary in a while. You leave Kara and Elsie to their own devices and head into the kitchen. Grabbing your own solo cup in your teeth—ignoring it as some of its contents sloshes over the side and down your chin—you fish for a lite beer floating in the lukewarm cooler water for Mary.

If you can locate him.

He’s not in any of the rooms downstairs, nor is he outside with smoker’s club. You make your way up to the second floor, hoping he’ll be easy to find up there. There’s a door that’s locked and another where there’s a group hanging out on the bed and each other as Kpop loudly plays.

You find Mary in an open bedroom full of haze. He’s softly strumming an acoustic guitar—his fingers fumbling slightly on the unfamiliar strings as he tunes his way up the frets. He’s propped up in a corner, legs crossed under him, as the others in the room pass a joint around.

Picking your way carefully through the crowd, you make your way over to Mary. People shift and sway out of the way and scoot over when you smush yourself in next to him.

“Hey.”

“Hey.” You lean your head onto his shoulder, and Mary passes off the guitar to someone else. “Where’re Ed, Edd, and Eddy?”

He snorts.

“Went in search of snackies.”

He looks down at the beers resting in the small slick of condensation on the floor and licks his lips.

“One of those for me?”

“Yeah,” you say as you hand him the room-temperature bottle, which he takes up and chugs half of in one go. Watching his adam’s apple bobbing, you lean in to lick his neck. Mary jerks, then coughs, half spraying the beer out his mouth and nose. A few people squeal in surprise as you cackle, and Mary glares at you, wiping at his mouth and nose with the sleeve of his shirt that he’s curled over his hand.

“Fuck. You’re a pain in my ass.”

He drapes his arm around your shoulder, the bottle in his hand resting on your arm. The person who has the guitar now is strumming up a familiar song, and soon everyone is singing along (screaming or shrieking off key in some cases). Under the guise of getting his drink close to his mouth, Mary subtly maneuvers you into his lap—his other hand sneaking up under your shirt hem to rest on the curve of your belly with the tips of his fingers brushing just under one cup of your bra. You’re too loose from the drinking game to really care, so you lean back into his chest, warbling along to the tune as well.

You’re swaying, drink in hand, as you screech along to another song, when suddenly you become very aware of Mary’s erection pressing into your ass.

You turn your head. “Seriously?”

He rumbles into your ear. “Whaddya want? You’re squirming on my lap.”

Giggling, you purposely grind back on him, and he grabs your hips.

“Fuck, baby doll—keep that up and I’m gonna make a mess.”

You lean your head back on his shoulder as you circle your hips.

“You love making a mess, Mare Bear.”

He leans down to bite at your neck.

“I love making a mess on you. Not in my pants.”

“So stop me.”

Mary’s arm comes around your waist, effectively pulling you flush against him.

“FucK.”

More people wander in as the songs turn from nostalgic familiars to those of the drinking variety, and they raise solo cups and bottles in joyful celebration.

Everyone is sloppy; some sway to the rhythm of the songs, others drunkenly half mosh, spilling their drinks everywhere. You grinding your ass back into Mary—and him twitching up into you—is hardly a blip on anybody’s radar. His head thunks down onto the slope of your shoulder, his hips wanting to rut faster than subtlety or your own movements allow.

People are stomping, clapping, and spraying beer on each other as they half mutter words to drinking songs they realize they only half know.

Mary is a mess, trembling as he presses into you and mewling softly with each pass. Conversely, you’re having a grand ole time: rocking your hips as you sway and sing along to whatever the person in possession of the guitar is currently playing. Ignoring your own wetness and the growing throb in between your legs, you try to give him the pressure he needs.

You can feel his chest heaving into your back and the sweat from his forehead on your skin when it’s clear he’s getting close. His limbs shake as his arms squeeze you tighter, his movements almost stilling to nothing—and then he blows out a held breath like a drumbeat, his crotch pressing into you in pulses as he bites down into the juncture of your neck. Gasping, you spill a good amount of your drink as you jerk forward—Mary still rutting shallowly into you.

A few people cheer at your party foul—which hopefully takes any attention off Mary, who is clearly no longer hiding the fact that he’s cumming hard in his pants. He finally slumps behind you, his arms loosening and sprawling open.

“Shit,” he says.

You lean back. “Mmm … good?” you purr.

His hands sneak back under your top to sink into your flesh, and he leans up enough to whisper into your ear.

“You’re a fucking menace.”

“You could’ve stopped me.”

He growls. “You know what you touching my dick does to me.”

“Was I, though? Touching your dick?”

Mary rubs his face into your neck as his hands squeeze your chub.

“Close enough.”

“Get a room, Goore!” screams someone before some of the group toss a couple of empty solos your way.

Mary looks up and grins.

“Maybe I fucking will.” He starts to stand up, bringing you with him—probably to hide the wet patch on his jeans. “See you losers later.”

There’s a general chorus of hoots and whistles, but mostly the crowd goes back to their drinking songs.

“Are we really getting a room?” you ask—arousal curling—as Mary directs you around the second floor, hands on your hips to keep you in front of him.

“A bathroom, yeah.”

There’s a slight wait—one Mary fills with his roving hands and lips—before the woman ahead of you stumbles out, wiping her wet hands ineffectually on her party dress.

Mary ushers you in, locking the door behind you. The two of you look down to inspect the damage. It’s actually not terrible. You can hardly tell at all on his jeans, and Mary undoes them so he can half shuck them down. His boxer briefs are a completely different story; they’re visibly soaked through at the top, and when he peels away the waistband, he reveals a sticky, slimy mess coating his stomach and flaccid cock.

“Shit. This may be a lost cause,” he says as he inspects the inside of the fabric.

“TP?”

“Yeah, unless you wanna lick it off …” Mary looks up at you with a smirk. “Which would be kinda hot, actually.”

“Sorry,” you say as you roll toilet paper around your hand, “but I like my jizz how I like my coffee: hot and fresh from the source.”

He runs a finger through the mess and then wiggles it at you. “It’s still kinda warm!”

You wrap your mouth around it because it’s the last thing he expects you to do.

“Uh …”

He’s momentarily rendered speechless as he watches you suck his finger clean and then smack your lips as if appraising.

“Nah. None of that reheated crap either.”

He blinks down at you. “Should I be horrified that I’m rubbing off on you?”

You give him a smile with your tongue half sticking out as you rub the wadded up toilet paper across his belly.

“I’m pretty sure I was just rubbing you off, Mare.”

Mary’s hands come up and sink into your hair. “Shut up.” He pulls you into a deep kiss. “Fuck. Love it when you tease me,” he says as he pulls away.

“I know.” You beam up at him and continue trying to clean him up.

He looks down at himself. “Fuck it.” He goes to toe off his boots, realizes that he’s wearing his “dress boots”—the less-scuffed ones that lace up to his knees—and snarls in frustration.

When he goes for the medicine cabinet, you step out of the way and toss the slimed wad of paper into the toilet. Making an Ah-ha! noise, Mary turns to you and snaps a pair of hair scissors triumphantly.

“Do the honors, will ya?”

“Wait—you want me to … cut your boxers off?”

“I’m sure as fuck not taking these boots off or spending the rest of the night marinating in my own jizz.”

You snort at him. “Whatever you want, Mare Bear.” You shuffle forward and hop up onto the sink. It only teeters a little.

“Hey! Hurry the fuck up in there!” comes a male voice through the door accompanied by banging.

“Fuck off, I’m taking a dump!” barks Mary.

“Dude,” says the voice, but the banging stops.

Mary shifts forward into the V of your spread legs as he hands you the scissors. He keeps his face close to yours. “Try not to cut off anything important,” he breathes at you.

“Of course—you’re no good to me clipped.”

His eyes meet yours, then travel down to his crotch. Carefully (willing your eyes to focus), you start from the top down, snipping the fabric—bunching it up with each shear—until you reach the end of the leg up to the crotch, Mary only flinching slightly (“Careful with the goods, woman!” “Fucking hold still!”). Once each side is cut, Mary and you work together to pull each half free.

As you ball up the front half to toss into the trash basket, Mary uses the back half to wipe up the lingering stickiness coating his cock and stomach.

“Better?” you ask when he’s finished and zipping his jeans back up, the other half of his boxers joining its twin in the trash.

He wiggles a bit. “Eh, it’ll do.” You expect him to back off, but instead he crowds closer. “What about you, baby doll? Maybe I should check on you.”

Before you have a chance to respond, Mary is shoving up the layers of your skirt and pressing his hand into your damp tights. You gasp at the sensation.

“Hmm,” he rumbles, “seems like you could use some clean up yourself.”

And then he’s maneuvering his head in between your spread legs, trying to position your knees over his shoulders. You let out an Oh, as your hands fly down to brace yourself on the edges of the sink; Mary growls in frustration as he tries to first pull down your tights, then to rip them apart to no avail. Before you can stop him, he’s picked up the shears and has snipped a slit in your crotch.

“Mary!” you yelp, but he just dives back down, tongue wiggling through the rip in the fabric to trace your seam before delving into your folds to flick at your clit. At the burst of sweetness, you moan, and your head thunks back into the mirror.

Head swimming, you lose yourself in the feel of his tongue as it swirls around your nub and then presses into it a few times before he’s sucking it in between his plush lips. He repeats this process, sometimes running his tongue down to your entrance and then back up, and at others holding the tip directly on your clit until you start squirming in frustration … only to then flick repeatedly back and forth.

A finger enters you, and you cry out, “Oh fuck,” as you tighten around it. Mary starts to slowly ease it in and out of you as his tongue continues its massage of your hardening clit. You’re really squirming now, rocking into his mouth and down onto his finger—making sure you light up every sweet spot. You feel like a guitar string wound too tight, ready to snap, and your pussy pulsates in warning.

Mary sets his tongue speed to 11, and you feel the tidal wave of your orgasm start rushing toward you. You let out a squeak as your one hand sinks into Mary’s hair right before your climax breaks, and you start bucking into his mouth. Like a good boy, he manages to follow the lead of your hips until your pussy stops popping and your body relaxes—your butt slipping down into the bowl of the sink.

After catching your breath, you look down to find Mary’s twinkling eyes staring up at you from beneath the layers of your skirt. You pet down the side of his head with an Mmm, and his eyes close as he leans into the touch.

“I think you only made me stickier, Mare.”

His head tilts to rest on your one leg.

“Not my fault you get wet as fuck. There’s only so much I can lap up at once.”

You shift up into a sitting position as Mary wipes his face—and the lower part of his makeup—onto your tights.

“Shit. Are the tights a lost cause too?”

“Stand up?”

You hop off the sink, and Mary inspects your backside. He gives it a slap before saying, “Nah, I think you’re good. Just a little damp.”

You crinkle your nose. “Well, I feel slimy. Turn around so I can take care of business.”

Mary peers into the mirror to even out his smudgy face before slurping some tap water from the faucet as you get your situation into a tolerable state.

When the two of you exit the bathroom—Mary’s arm draped back around your shoulders—there are two guys lounging on the bottom of the stairs leading up to the 3rd floor. They look up at the sound of the bathroom door opening, and one scrunches his face at you.

“Dude. I thought you were taking a shit.”

He holds up a blackened Yankee candle.

Mary shrugs at him. “We don’t kink shame here.”

The guy’s companion bursts out laughing even as you elbow Mary in the ribs. He just laughs as he says, “C’mon let’s get some suds.”

The two of you make your way back down to the kitchen where Shonda The Beer Færie has replenished the coolers again. Mary shotguns a can—foam spritzing everywhere—as you search for the elusive opener. Unable to locate it, you try—and fail—to pop the top off on the counter.

“Gimme,” says Mary—belching—grabbing for your bottle. After fishing for another bottle in the ice, he aligns the caps and pops them both with the other.

“My hero,” you say in an affected tone as you bat your curled eyelashes at him.

“That’s fucking right.” He makes an arm in an attempt to bulge his bicep.

You test it with your hand. “Nah. Too small, throw it back.”

Pouting at you, he says, “You’re the worst, and we’re in a fight.”

You shrug as you take a swig of beer. “Eh. I got what I wanted.”

Mary makes a grab for the bottle, but you twist out of his reach and bolt out of the kitchen. He doesn’t catch you before you seek sanctuary in the living room. All the furniture has been pushed against walls, the rug rolled and resting in a corner, and more bodies than there should be are packed into the center as a party mix thumps from the speakers.

You wiggle your way into the crowd and run into Kara and Elsie, who shout Hooray! and pull you into their bump and grind. The 3 of you raise your drinks into the air to avoid spilling on each other as you rock and sway, alternating who gets sandwiched.

Suddenly, Mary is at your elbow.

“Hey! Gimme back my girlfriend!”

“Sorry, Goore,” says Elsie. “Finders keepers.”

For a minute he looks genuinely put out, but then he just smirks. “Whatever, I’ll just enjoy the view.”

“Pig,” Kara spits.

Mary shrugs and starts to do a god-awful wiggle that you think is supposed to be dancing. He has the rhythm—and his ass jiggle is pretty nice—but that’s about all he’s got going for him in the moves department.

The mix must be trying to appeal to all types, but ends up being a spastic mix with no eye for continuity. Nineties Girl Pop transitions into Metal, which transitions into Country, then into Alternative, then to 80′s Power Ballad, then R&B, then Punk.

After screaming along to “Toxic”, Elsie leans in. “Fuck, I’m about to pass out. I need to get some air.”

“Want me to come with you?” asks Kara.

“Up to you, dear.”

They look at you.

“I should throw Mary a bone.”

Kara smirks at you. “Kinky.”

Elsie rolls her eyes at her friend. “C’mon you bitch ass.”

Seeing his opportunity, Mary gives a head nod as he seamlessly switches places with them. He pulls your back into him as his hands come round to rest on your hips.

“Good thing you emptied my dick earlier, or we’d have a problem,” he murmurs into your ear.

“Don’t be gross.”

“K.”

You and Mary grind or shimmy or jump depending on what the song calls for, your beer long drunk by now. At some point someone opens a window, and the chill, near-January air curls in—its icy but brisk tendrils working their way through the crowd. You shiver a little as the sweat on your skin tingles and cools at its touch, and Mary pulls you in tighter.

Meatloaf comes on—🎶 On a hot summer night, would you offer your throat to the wolf with the red roses? 🎶—and Mary snuffles his face into the crook of your neck, you tilting your head to the side to give him access.

🎶 Will he offer me his teeth? 🎶

He worries at you with his teeth.

🎶 Will he offer me his hunger? 🎶

His blunt teeth sink into you, and you let out a pleased rumble.

🎶 And will he starve without me? 🎶

“Yes,” he whispers into your ear right along with Jim Steinman.

You roll your eyes even though Mary can’t see you do it, but you let him spin you out—jostling the other revelers—and back into him (stumbling) as the drum beat drops. He tries to twirl you, but the crowd has packed back in around you, and all you accomplish is tripping over his boots.

🎶 …I was dying just to ask for a taste 🎶 he mouths at you.

“You’re fucking ridiculous,” you say.

He leans in and nips at your lips, but you turn your head to whisper in his ear.

“I gave you a taste earlier, mister.”

“Mmm, but I’m greedy.”

You let him mouth at your neck as the two of you sway back and forth, Mary’s hands dipping lower and lower.

A sudden commotion is like a record scratch, and everyone turns to the front hall. Mary’s bandmates come into sight—caterwauling with 12 packs of shitty beer held aloft—encouraging the cheers of the other partygoers.

One spots Mary and points his finger at him.

“Goore! Goore! Goore!”

The other band members pick up the chant.

“Goore! Goore! Goore!”

The crowd takes up what has become a war cry:

“Goore! GOORE! G O O R E !”

Mary points back, then puts his hand up in supplication at you as he backs his way out of the room.

“You’re a goddamned tease!” you cry after him.

He shrugs before spinning on his heel to be assimilated in the group, the chant turning into whoops and hollers as they make their way into the kitchen.

Mary had warned you that the band usually did an unplugged set, and you surmise they must need to set up.

Without Mary or the girls, the dance room has lost its appeal, so you meander around the first floor. The drinking games have devolved into “Never Have I Ever,” and while the pizza is gone, a homemade-looking mac and cheese dish in a tinfoil baking pan has appeared.

You pile some onto a paper plate (whose structural integrity you seriously question) and are content to watch the proceedings until a girl in the circles demands you squeeze in with a slurred “None of this wallflower shit!”. They shove a solo cup into your hand, which is then promptly filled with whiskey from a Jack bottle.

For the next hour or so, the guests on either side of you—Lila and Marty—become the best friends you never knew you had while you all hoot and catcall each other to the escalating scenarios. The bromance comes to a swift end, sadly, when Dee appears in the doorframe, sees you, and points dramatically.

“It is time for the festivities!” he yells in deep baritone.

“I’m being summoned!” you yell, and there’s a chorus of boos as you wobbly make your way over.

“Come, yon neophyte, and join us at the gathering spot.”

“Lay on, McDee!”

Dee leads you out into the backyard, which is done up with myriad bulb lights. Mary winks at you as you pass him on the porch—picking your way around the hodgepodge of instruments—before you join Ed, Trevor, Kara, and Elsie at one side of a well-used iron fire pit on the grass. The girls are passing a flask back and forth as they snuggle you in between them.

It should be fucking freezing out, but with the alcohol, the body heat, and the fire, you actually feel quite cozy. There’s a buzz of voices as the band arranges and tunes the borrowed instruments. You think you can see human shapes on back decks in other lots, but it’s hard to tell through the glare of the lights.

The band members take their places, there’s a countdown, and then Mary and the guys jumpstart into their first crowd favorite. While there are some general cheers at favored sections, the intimacy of the party and the lack of mics or speakers make it a quieter affair than their venue shows. You and the girls sway back and forth in your triplet, and even the guys are fist pumping and mouthing along. They play two more of their own songs before doing a few classic 80′s punk covers that really get everyone hyped.

It’s not perfect—none of them are sober, they’re unaccustomed to the instruments, and the cold air isn’t helping dexterity. At one point the lead singer forgets the words and just la la las his way through the verse, which in turn sends some of the other members into a musical stutter. Not everyone is invested in the whole set—some people went back inside after the first few tunes, and others see the band as just background to their conversations. Those who are fully invested have gravitated closer to the porch—but your group of Mary’s bffls are content to hang out by the fire pit where a few people have started roasting marshmallows.

After an … interesting … mashup of “Rudie Can’t Fail” and “Classics of Love” that sounds like a physical representation of a key smash, the band closes ranks, and there’s some whispered conversation and emphatic gesturing.

“Ok!” says Donnie, the lead singer. “We’re gonna switch things up. Usually on backing vocals, Goore is going to take lead for our last song.” There are some boos that probably have more to do with the set ending than Mary singing, but also some whistles that are probably for Mary. “Yeah, yeah, I know. But it’s a party for us too!”

“Huh,” says Elsie.

“What?” you say into her armpit.

“Mary hates lead.”

You know. He’s mentioned ad nauseam.

Mary steps forward and takes position up front. When he brushes his forelock out of the way, he looks up briefly and catches eyes with you. You give him thumbs up. A grin breaks out on his face, and he winks at you. Slowly, he strums chords until he finds what he’s looking for, and you can tell he’s humming along quietly—it’s a familiar sight now to you, but you wonder how much of this crowd has seen Mary chart out a song.

Finding the key he’s looking for, Mary clears his throat. His voice isn’t rich in timbre, but he rasps out with feeling, and his pitch is near perfect.

🎶 So I hear you been wondering I've been wondering too Just what this crazy world has in store for me and you 🎶

You’re surprised at his choice, and you feel your face burn. Mary’s eyes flick up to you—glinting boyishly—and you stick your tongue out at him. He slows the song way down as he sings, changing the frenetic energy of the original into a soulful ballad to which he can growl along.

🎶 You scratching to find a way A tortured soul back from the grave O Baby Doll back to kill them all Now please won’t you stay 🎶

Mary pauses, looking full up at you before taking in a deep breath. A few heads turn to see who he’s looking at. You scrunch your face at him to convey your mortification, but he just shakes his head at you—he’s not going to stop.

🎶 Baby Doll whoa Baby Doll I need you I love you Baby Doll whoa Baby Doll O Please come back to me 🎶

You suddenly feel naked under the interested gazes of the curious onlookers as Mary continues on. He’s mostly singing at the guitar, but his few pointed glances at you make it clear who he’s singing to.

🎶 The tortures of your soul The rotting flesh pain never dulls O Baby Doll you will kill them all Now please come to me 🎶

You try to sink back into Elsie and Kara, who just push you forward again.

“Dude,” Elsie breaths at you.

“This is awesome,” says Kara.

“I’m going to fucking kill him,” you mutter through your plastered on smile.

Some of the amassed crowd—which suddenly seems to have multiplied—start clapping to the slowed beat, and it causes a ripple of well-timed claps as well as those who can’t keep a rhythm.

Strumming in deliberate strokes, Mary looks up to hold your eyes once more.

🎶 I see you standing there In the shadows and in the rain A lifeless beauty Nothing could ever ease you of all your pain But Baby Doll the revenge you seek I dunno It will never be sweet But you'll never give it up Now come to me Come on 🎶

You shake your head as Mary continues to repeat the chorus into a soft fade. There’s a moment of silence after he’s finished, and he points out at you.

“Give it up for my very own baby doll!”

Applause breaks out and you give him double Fs.

Mary sets down the guitar carefully as Donnie steps forward again.

“All right! That’s it, motherfuckers! We’re about an hour away from the New Year, so grab a drink and sign up for our mailing list if you haven’t already!”

The crowd is whooping and whistling. A few people crowd up on the porch, as do Trevor, Ed, & Dee. Mary shakes hands, shoulder bumps, and backslaps his bandmates and some of the crowd, but his eyes are on you.

“I’d fuck him,” says Kara with a smirk.

Elsie groans. “Please don’t fuck in front of us. At least find a broom closet.”

You turn to her and give her a wolfish smile. “Who says we haven’t already christened it?”

Elsie buries her face in her hands as Kara tipsily attempts to fist bump you and ends up smushing your tit.

“Whoops! My bad!”

“Bitch, we’re cutting you off.”

“No, you’re not. Who would you do shots with?”

“Suey’s more than capable.”

You make a “who me?” face.

“Mebbe, but I think her mouth is spoken for.”

You’re about to respond, but arms suddenly encircle you, a mouth presses to your neck, and you squawk.

“If you’re not Mary Goore, you better watch your nuts!”

“I’m me, and I have to watch my nuts, anyway.”

You squirm around so that you’re facing him.

“Forget your nuts, I’m going to fucking kill you.”

“Aaaand on that note!” says Elsie, and she and Kara pat Mary’s arm before heading inside.

He looks down at you with hooded eyes.

“Whatever. You’re pleased. You fucking love that song.”

“Oh? Am I?”

“Yeah.”

“And what makes you say that?”

“I still have my nuts.”

You narrow your eyes at him, then point your finger in his face.

“You’re on thin ice, mister.”

“Mmm, I can think of a few ways you can take it out of my ass later.”

Your stomach flips, and you press into him, grabbing his jaw.

“Damn right I will.”

Mary bites his lip as you wiggle your hand in between the two of you to palm at his crotch. He closes his eyes and sways a little

and that’s when you step away from him.

“C’mon—my cup is empty. I need a refresh.”

Mary’s eyes pop open, and he whines while making an exaggerated puppy-dog face.

You snap your fingers at him. “That’s for earlier.”

There are still enough people mingling outside that it takes a while for the two of you to actually make it back inside—some are Mary’s friendly acquaintances he wants to say hi to and others are fans he can’t help but chat up.

“We’re going to be on Instagram again, aren’t we?” you say when you finally start your trek inside, his arm lazily resting around your shoulders.

His head turns to face you, and he gives you an impish smile.

“Tell me if I give a shit.”

You quirk your eyebrow at him. “You might give a shit later.”

His smile turns vulpine. “Promise?”

Your hand slips into his back pocket and squeezes.

It’s actually pretty close to the ball drop by this point, so you and Mary grab up two of the bargain plastic champagne glasses you find lined up in rows on the kitchen counter. When the cheap champagne starts being passed around like you’re all in a pirate shanty, you hold out the glasses (Mary’s already lost the base to his) for a fill.

There’s no way everyone is going to fit in the living room; the majority of the attendees are spilling out into the hall, up the stairwell, and out onto the porch, with you and Mary are squished in by the stairs—but the volume for Rocking New Year’s Eve is turned up so loud the speakers are fuzzing, and a few people are streaming it on the phones.

“T-Minus one minute!” someone screams, and a cheer goes up.

“Oh shit!” you exclaim and start digging around in your bra.

“What?” asks Mary as his eyes flick down to your tits.

You retrieve two silver dollars, warmed by your skin, and press one into Mary’s free hand.

“What’s this?” He holds the coin up at eye level.

“Silver dollar. If you hold onto one as the year turns over, it’s supposed to bring good fortune.”

He looks at you skeptically as he turns it this way and that. “Does it work?”

You shrug. “Can’t hurt. My grandma swore by it.”

“THIRTY SECONDS!”

“Where d’you even get these?”

You grin.

“Amazon.”

Shouts come from the living room: “10 … 9 … 8 …”

Mary turns to face you, and the two of you take up the chant.

“7 … 6 … 5…”

He crowds a little closer, the fist holding the coin draped over your shoulder with yours resting on his hip.

“4 … 3 … 2 …”

You don’t get out the “1” because Mary smashes his mouth to yours—just a hard press of lips to lips—then he’s pulling away to press his glass to your mouth. As you try to sip out of it, you fumble your own glass to his mouth. The two of you only succeed in spilling half the contents all over each other before conceding defeat.

There’s some shrieking a moment before everyone in the hall gets sprayed with foamy champagne. Since there really isn’t any room to escape, Mary and you try your best to duck and cover, laughing as the droplets come raining down. The beach ball from earlier comes out of nowhere, and you punch it back into the air, the plastic of it slick from the champagne shower.

Everyone is still screaming, separated friends are trying to find each other amidst the revelry, and some dude on the stairs is shouting Tennyson over an off-key rendition of “Auld Lang Syne”.

“Ring out, wild bells, to the wild sky!” 🎶 Should old acquaintance be forgot, 🎶

Elsie and Kara are jumping up and down from where they are in the living room, pointing, and starting to make their way to you.

“The flying cloud, the frosty light!” 🎶 and never brought to mind? 🎶

The beach ball beans you in the face, and Mary takes it and lobs it onto the porch where it hits the back of Donnie’s head, causing the rest of them to cackle and holler back.

“The year is dying in the night!” 🎶 Should old acquaintance be forgot, 🎶

Like magic, Mary procures a half-full bottle of bubbly from the train of people maneuvering in the hall and takes a big swig before passing it to you. You chug the rest, coughing as the lukewarm bubbles fizz up your nose.

“Ring out, wild bells, and let him die!” 🎶 and auld lang syne? 🎶

Laughing, Mary wipes at your face with his sleeve, and you realize he’s still got the silver dollar clutched tight in his hand.

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emberphantom · 4 years

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Concept: Mac isn’t really in love with Dennis. He’s been faking the entire time as part of a bet/experiment as to whether or not he can make Dennis fall in love with him. As soon as Dennis confesses his feelings, the experiment will end and he’ll be debriefed. (Alternatively, everyone Dennis hasn’t known since school is actually an actor playing characters written by Dee and it’s all a Truman show situation to see how far they can push Dennis.)

I...wow. I totally think either scenario would COMPLETELY break Dennis. Dude is hanging by a very loose thread at all times to begin with but finding out most of everything in his life has been a complete lie? He'd snap. I mean look what happened in Broke Dee. That wasn't even supposed to be a prank on him and it fucked him up.

Okay and let's talk about the first one because that's super fucked up but I'm kinda living for it? It's definitely a role reversal for Mac and Dennis. Tbh I cannot see current Mac doing something like this but young Mac (s1-5), I'd buy it.

BUT there’s also no way Mac doesn’t fall in love with Dennis in the process and then feel guilty about the whole thing only to call it off once things get Too Real.

And whoops my hand slipped and I wrote another mini fic:

Him and Dee made the bet in high school because they thought it would be funny and Mac is all "Have you seen me? I could make any one fall in love with me." And Dee's all "Prove it."

Charlie doesn't know the full extent of it because I think he'd probably let it slip to Dennis.

So because of that, Mac has so be kind of subtle about it around the Gang. He turns it up a few notches when they're alone though. It takes forever. Like years. Because Dennis is stubborn and on a good day, has one (1) feeling.

Dennis graduates college, they get an apartment together. They buy the bar. Dee's wondering what the fuck is taking so long and Mac insists this is all part of his plan.

The Gay Bar Scheme sets Mac's progress back a bit, and he swears Dee did it on purpose to try to mess everything up. Stupid bitch.

It takes a while for Mac to get back on track. Dennis and Dee’s dad shows up one day out of the blue and actually sticks around. Mac starts banging Carmen. He sleeps with Dennis and and Dee’s mom which, he really thought would help move things along. It...did not.

The turning point Mac needs comes in the most insane and unexpected way. They get held hostage by the McPoyle’s in their own goddamn bar. It’s absolutely batshit.

There’s a real moment there where Mac thinks they’re not going to make it out alive. Mac tells Dennis he loves him, which Dee will argue later is against the rules of the bet, like watching Dennis’s sex tapes. Mac will tell her that there are no rules, that’s strictly for research purposes. He won’t tell her that, in that moment, he’d completely forgotten about the bet.

Dennis never mentions it. Hell, he barely even acknowledged it when it happened. Mac starts to think God is punishing him for everything. He knows it’s wrong and kind of gay but..it’s a joke. And Mac’s pretty sure God can take a joke. He plans on explaining the whole thing to him when he gets up there anyway. He’s sure they’ll laugh about it.

But Mac starts to notice something that makes him think God does have a sense of humor after all: Dennis starts touching him. Like. A lot. Like, more than he’s pretty sure he ever has.

They’ve always been inseparable but now it feels...different. They hang out all the time and when they’re not physically together, they can’t go even an hour without texting one another.

Mac starts to realize his evil plan is finally working.

He sits back and let’s Dennis take the lead. Mac’s planted the seed and now he’s got to just wait for the flower to grow.

He pretends not to notice when Dennis starts inching closer to him on the couch during movie night. He lets Dennis pretend to fall asleep on his shoulder.

During Charlie’s musical, Mac starts to lay things on a little thicker. He acts like he doesn’t realize how this is all coming off--like it’s all just him playing the character. (The boner he popped on stage is irrelevant. His body was also in character.)

Mac realizes he wants to kiss Dennis in the middle of a strangers living room in a house they’re trying to flip for a profit. Well--no wait. It’s Dennis who wants to kiss him, obviously. There’s no other explanation for it. You don’t just cup someone’s face like that, call them ‘baby boy’ like that if you don’t want to play tonsil hockey.

They pretend to be a couple. “Partners in Real Estate and Partners in life.” “He’s my bottom.” Dennis won’t take his hands off him. Mac’s got him right where he wants him.

That night, Dennis kisses him.

(It’s about goddamn time.)

Mac doesn’t tell Dee. She doesn’t need to know. Not yet. He wins the bet when the words “I love you,” un-ironically come out of Dennis’s mouth.

It’s surprising how much doesn’t change between them. Aside from where Mac sleeps, it’s really not that different. He’s just getting laid more and it...it’s fucking great. Mac thinks it’s probably because of all that adrenaline he gets knowing he’s winning the bet.

Everything’s going great until Dee finally catches on.

It’s a Tuesday. They just wanted a bowl for popcorn. They didn’t need Dee to stick her giant nose all up in their business.

“It's funny 'cause I feel like you guys are two codependent losers who are so wrapped up in each other that it's hard for you to see how pathetic your lives are. It's like you're an old married couple.”

They laugh at it. But, Mac can see the wheels turning in Dennis’s head.

Dennis takes too long at the video store and that’s when shit hits the fan. Yeah Mac panicked but that’s only because he really REALLY wants to win this bet. And he can’t do that if Dennis is fucking some video store twink.

They argue. Dennis wants to be left alone. Mac wants to know where this is coming from (he knows but he wants to hear Dennis say it.)

“I’ve been thinking a lot about what Dee said and I do think maybe we are spending a little bit too much time together.”

Son of a bitch.

Mac leaves and Dennis let’s him go. On the way to Charlie’s, Mac calls Dee and tells her that’s cheating--she’s not allowed to interfere in the bet. They had a deal. She tells him she can do whatever the fuck she wants then hangs up because something about her stupid cat. Mac stopped listening.

He’s at Charlie’s for a few hours when Dennis calls. He’s a Dee’s apparently and Mac’s heart sinks. She’s going to fuck everything up beyond repair. There’s no way he’s going to win the bet now...not because he actually really misses Dennis.

Mac’s resigned himself to the fact it’s over. The bet, his relationship with Dennis. It’s done. Bye. See ya. But then Dee calls him, and she sounds pissed off and stressed the fuck out. She tell him to be at this restaurant at this time for a “date with a beautiful woman with giant breasts”. Well, Mac thinks, at least she knows how to apologize.

He gets there early and sits down at the table by himself. He’s nervous, which is unlike him. He’s a badass, he never gets nervous. Mac tells himself it’s because he’s meeting a really hot chick, not because he’s not sure if he’s ready for this thing with Dennis to be over. He orders a rum and coke. Then another. Because alcohol solves everything.

Dennis walks in with Dee and Mac has never been so close to committing murder. What the fuck is she trying to pull?

Mac doesn’t have time to ask. She leaves in a hurry, muttering something about getting a bird.

“She looks like a bird.”

And...fuck. Mac missed Dennis so much.

They make-up and make-out on the way home. They invite Charlie and Frank over to watch a movie and once the Grusome Twosome leaves and they’re finally alone again.

It’s dark, it’s late and it’s quiet. Dennis joins Mac on the couch after he’s tossed some beer bottle into recycling. He’s looking at him like he’s seeing Mac for the first time and Mac feels his throat tighten.

Dennis starts talking, and Mac starts to panic. He thought he’d be able to see this moment coming a mile away but he’s not prepared for this. Dennis is telling him how sorry he is for everything. How he let Dee get into his head. How stupid it was.

How he realized the reason why he panicked so much was “Because I think I’m in l-”

“Dennis.” Mac cuts him off as everything comes crashing down on him all at once. His heart’s pounding in his chest, ready to burst through his chest at any moment.

He should’ve called this off when he had the chance. Dee definitely gave him a few outs over the years but he said No. When he made that stupid bet all those years ago, so young and so high, he never thought it would end up like this.

Mac didn’t think he’d be the one to end up falling in love with his best friend.

But, if he let’s Dennis say it, then what? They become a real couple? They tell the Gang so Dee can lay everything all out on the table. Tell Dennis that everything was just a big joke--even though it stopped being one for Mac longer than he cared to admit. Mac could deny his part in the whole thing, but Dennis would believe him.

So Mac has to let him off the hook now, by crushing his best friend’s heart into dust.

“I think Dee was right,” Mac says finally. He can’t even look Dennis in the eye. “I can’t--I don’t think we should do this anymore...”

To drive the final nail into the coffin, he adds, “Plus, y’know I’m not even gay.”

Dennis doesn’t say anything for a long time. Mac shrugs and tells him “Sorry.” Then he gets up and goes to his room, shutting the door behind him.

He calls Dee to tell him the bet’s off. To his surprise, she let’s him off the hook. Tells him it was about time he admitted defeat after all these years. Mac calls her a bird and hangs up. That night he goes to sleep alone.

The next day at the bar, Dennis unveils the D.E.N.N.I.S. System. It’s a low blow, but Mac deserves it.

They don’t check in much anymore. On movie night, the stick to their corners of the couch. Dennis marries Maureen Ponderosa and Mac thinks that means he’s off the hook.

Until they’re wasted and dancing and giggling back in their apartment and it feels like old times except Dennis’s wife is there. And he turns but then says to Mac, “I don’t love you Maureen. I...I never loved you.”

And Mac thanks God he called off the bet.

#sunny asks #oh hey did i write another minific? yes i did #macdennis

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kingofthereapers · 3 years

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Lincoln was going about his life, getting Brooklyn up and ready for the day. As things had gotten more serious between December and him, the two of them spent just about every night together. It was odd to call her his girlfriend, because she felt like so much more than that, but in all honesty, it was what December was to him. From time to time she even watched over Brooke when he had to go to work. It gave his mom a break every once in a while. Link knew that Brooklyn loved it too, because Dee not only gave her presents, but they played dress up and the clothes that were in his girlfriend’s closet weren’t anything like you would see on a daily basis in Amesbury. Suddenly, Lincoln heard the soft ringtone going off on his phone. The blond man padded around the house, trying to find just where he’d left that stupid cell phone.

By the time he’d found it there was a missed phone call from Hank Maddox. The two men worked together at the shop. To say that Hank was like a second father to the young man would have been an understatement. It wasn’t like there was anything wrong with the relationship that Link had with his own father, but Hank was the voice of reason that he needed sometimes. He called the number back and waited for an answer. When the line was picked up and he heard the older man’s voice on the other end Link smiled, some of the nerves in his stomach going away. Hank wasn’t getting any younger and sometimes he worried that something would happen to the man, despite him being in great shape. “Hey, I couldn’t find my cell.” Link admitted with a chuckle, because he was notorious for misplacing the thing.

“Son, you should come down to the hospital.” Hank’s deep voice sent chills down Lincoln’s spine and his brows furrowed. “What happened? Are you okay? Is Lula okay?” His mind went straight to the fateful night some years ago that he’d been in the hospital for his wife. The prayers didn’t work, because she didn’t survive. He tried pushing those nagging thoughts from his mind though as he focused on what Hank was saying. “Travis was in a bad accident.” Despite what had happened between the two men, Lincoln still didn’t want to see Travis hurt, or to be dead, but when he heard of the accident he half wondered if it was actually an accident after all. Travis had quite a long list of enemies that didn’t always pertain to the club. It always seemed like Travis had his hands in some kind of mischief. “I’m on my way.” Link muttered and hung up the phone without so much as another word.

Lincoln felt numb as he turned to walk down the hallway to the bedroom to find December. “Babe…” His voice sounded somewhat hollow, and different even in his own head. “I have to go, Travis is in the hospital.” He said simply, his greenish blue orbs slightly wide as he was still trying to process just what was going on. He took a deep breath and tried his best to fake a smile for her. “I’ll see you later, you have Brooklyn, right?” He checked before turning to go. It wasn’t often that Lincoln rode his motorcycle anymore, unless it was for club business, so without a thought he jumped into his little red pick up truck. The vehicle was perfect for lugging around tools and parts for the cars that he worked on both at the shop and at home. It wasn’t anything fancy as it chugged along, making a lot of noise, but not going so fast, but it worked for Lincoln.

His stomach began to tie in knots as he approached the hospital, because he hadn’t been there in a couple years. He could remember the feeling of hopelessness he’d felt as he walked up the sidewalk to the emergency room entrance, wondering if he would have to say goodbye to his wife in the next couple minutes. That was exactly what he had done, although she was just about gone by the time they’d let him in the room. “Can you tell me where Travis Davies’ room is?” Link asked at the front desk, surprised he didn’t vomit straight onto the woman glancing up at him as he spoke. “Room 54.” The nurse replied after a couple taps on the keyboard in front of her. “Thanks.” Link replied before he was off, wandering the halls and trying his best not to lose what little was in his stomach this early in the morning. As he found the rhythm of the rooms, with each step that drew him closer to Travis’ room, he felt more and more sick to his stomach.

A large 54 was written on the room just to his right and the blond man paused outside the door as he took a couple breaths and then pushed the door open. He’d half expected to see Travis and Lula in some inappropriate position on the bed, but before he could even see the bed he heard the beep beep beep of the machines. He caught sight of Lula hunched over in a chair beside the bed, sleeping probably and as Hank got up from his chair in the corner that also caught the attention of the blue eyed man. Only when his gaze fell on Travis in the bed did his brows furrow and the numbness went away, replaced by a bubbling feeling of anger.

Slowly the tall, lean man made his way over to the side of the bed opposite Lula to gaze down at the man he’d spent countless hours with for as long as he could remember. This had been his best friend growing up. They had gone hunting together, and Thomas Davies had taught Link how to skin and gut a deer when he was about 10 years old. That seemed a lifetime ago with the way things had gone as they’d grown into men. It was around that time in fact that Travis began to drift away from the kid he’d always called his closest friend. The fairer sex became just that much more important to the man that now was laid up in the hospital bed with tubes and wires all over the place. Even then, they’d go fishing and ride their bikes and go four wheeling for hours on end. Some nearly twenty years later, Lincoln couldn’t tell you who Travis spent most of his time with besides the ever present Lula Maddox.

Here he was though, standing over the man that had had an affair with his wife, then killed her when she found out she was knocked up with his kid. This kind of man didn’t deserve to live in Lincoln’s book, but all in the same one, it was his friend. There was some obvious torment going on with Lincoln as he stared down at the dark haired man and Hank woke Lula to see if she wanted anything from the cafeteria. Lincoln silently watched the interaction and then his gaze fell upon Lula as she realized that he was standing there silently. The three of them went back to when they were in diapers, so it hurt to see Lula crying, even if it was over a man that treated her like shit. He wasn’t expecting the words that came out of her mouth, but they stunned him to the point that his heart skipped a beat. “Bo….Walker?” Lincoln confirmed, his eyebrows knitting together even more, causing his head to ache. “How do you know?” Link’s mind was racing, one of his hands coming up to run through his hair to push it back from his face.

Bo was their enforcer. The man was obsessed with rules, and rightfully so. He was the one to make sure everyone was following those rules. For him to go as far as to try and kill their president was almost too far fetched to believe. There wasn’t time enough for Lincoln to stick around for the reasoning though, because he knew Bo would be on the run, at least for a while. Until he could explain himself to the club. With enough reason they would be forgiving after all. Lincoln began to step back slowly and then he turned to head for the door. “I love you, Lula.” He said softly to her, his eyes as clear and focused as they had ever been before he turned to go down the hall to retrace his steps. The blond man ended up back in his pick up, wishing he’d brought his bike this time around. Speed was not on his side, but he took the roads as quickly as he could until the paved roads ended about fifteen miles outside of town, and his truck crunched over the gravel path that took him up a rather steep incline that eventually flattened out into a large grassy field. His truck bounced across the greenery until he parked in front of a small cabin that was tucked between a grouping of pine trees.

The house was little more than a one bedroom cabin, perfect for camping, or hunting. That was exactly what the group of men linked to the Reapers used it for. Right in front of the steps that led to the front door was Ian “Bo” Walker’s bike. No one in town had a bike quite like Bo, and in fact many people could pair the two together in a lineup because it’s outrageous decor just suited the also outrageously tattooed man. Link gave the back tire of the bike a small kick as he passed it and went boldly into the cabin without so much as a knock on the door. Bo was sitting there, waiting for him, though his well groomed brows rose when he saw just who it was. Lincoln was the last person in the club he would have expected to come after him. The two men were not equally built either, so Bo settled into his seat with a bit of a smirk while he holstered the gun he’d had trailed on the door.

“Lincoln.” The man spoke through his large beard with his chocolate hues trailing the blonde man that paced in front of him. “You know it was a long time coming.” Boy, did Lincoln know those words to be true, but this wasn’t the way it was supposed to go down, and he showed his distaste for those words with a slow shake of his blond head while his boots thudded against the wooden floor of the cabin. “It’s not your place.” Link muttered, blue eyes trailing along the floor in front of him before he came to stop straight in front of the older man. “He is supposed to be mine.” Link growled, eyes narrowing before he began to pace again as that burning anger began to bubble up in the pit of his stomach. “He killed my fucking wife!!!” Lincoln then screamed, although he knew killing Travis wouldn’t make him feel even the slightest better, and it sure as hell wouldn’t bring back Bethany.

Bo stood up, trying to make himself look as big as possible because he didn’t appreciate getting yelled at, even if it was by his vice president. Lincoln glared at him. “You gonna try to kill me too?” He snapped to which Bo’s eyes grew wide. “Try? The fuck you talking about, man. There is no way he survived that.” Lincoln laughed, stepping further into the cabin, near the simple kitchen with little more than a spot for a propane fueled stove top. His oil stained hand reached out and he flicked on the switch to one of the burners and a small whoosh could be heard as the propane tank opened, though no flame showed up because Link didn’t hold his lighter up to ignite it. “You stupid idiot, he is still alive, barely, but he is alive and this lands on me now.” He explained to the other man standing behind him. “Our enforcer can’t be trusted, and who does it always fall to? I have to pick up the pieces.” Lincoln sounded like he might have been on the verge of tears now as he spoke, but in a movement Bo hadn’t been expecting, Lincoln turned and pulled out the handgun that was tucked in the back of his pants.

It wasn’t a fatal wound, but just one to disarm the other man almost completely, because he had little, if any use of his right arm. His left arm reaching across for his gun was a much slower movement, and Lincoln was an excellent shot. The younger man took a few steps towards the older man as he stumbled and sat back down in his chair. Blood was pouring from his arm and it wasn’t looking good if Lincoln just drew this out long enough. “You should have said something, Bo.” Link muttered softly, his brows furrowed again. This was the last thing he had wanted to do, but he couldn’t let the club see him as the weak one anymore. He’d been in this club damn near as long as Travis, and he had done nearly as much. This had to put him at least in the top rankings for the club. He held up the gun again, aimed straight between Bo’s eyes and the older man knew he wouldn’t miss. “Please….” Bo shifted, though he wasn’t reaching for a gun, or begging for his life, he was asking for a different method. The older man held out a small blade that he’d carved and sharpened himself as a young boy. “Use this.”

Link stepped forward and took the wooden handle of the blade that was offered and then he flipped the knife in his hand for a moment. “You’re a good guy, you know that Bo?” The older man gave a nod of his head and offered a sad smile. “I’m ready to see my sweetheart. I’ve missed her a lot.” Lincoln pursed his lips and gave a solemn nod of his head as he raised the blade above his head and slammed it down as hard as he could into Bo’s neck. The blade made a loud thud when the hilt connected with his skin and the blade wedged against his collar bone. Lincoln gazed down at the large man as the light slowly began to leave his eyes. It was a sight that wasn’t completely unfamiliar to Lincoln, because he’d been hunting his whole life, but this was the first time he’d watched the death of a person. He stepped back slowly, eyes filling with tears as he then turned back to that damn propane stove. It had been the bane of his existence when he’d been hunting as a kid, so he was going to be glad to see it go.

Link turned on the other three burners so the propane was being pumped right into the room as quickly as it could be. It was a decent sized tank that they had sitting under the counter too, so Link knew this would do some damage. The blond man took one last look at Bo sitting there in his chair with blood seeping from his neck and his shoulder. “I’m sorry, ol’ man.” Lincoln said softly as he stepped out into the early morning sunshine. He hadn’t realized just how much the cabin smelled like blood until he’d gone out into the fresh air. He took a deep breath and steadied himself against the railing on the porch as he finally hurled right into the well maintained bushes. After wiping his mouth on his shirt Link walked out to his truck and got in and looked around for some rope. There was a hank of rope just waiting for him underneath the passenger seat. The blond man snatched it up and began to untwine it until he had about enough to cover the field and lead right up to the door. That was exactly how Lincoln laid the rope out, tipping a bit of gasoline from the near empty gas can in the back of his truck onto the rope every couple feet.

From across the field, Lincoln looked at the old cabin. It had been a home away from home, and sometimes a haven when he just needed to get away as a teenager. He could even remember a time or two that he and Bethany had snuck in for a little action as teenagers. The thought made him laugh, but the joy didn’t linger on his face. Blue orbs trailed down to the end of the rope in his hand until he pulled his trusty lighter from his pocket. Times were changing and it was time for them all to grow up. The Reapers wasn’t just fun and games. They were serious about this shit, and Lincoln was on board for taking care of business in any way he saw fit. There wasn’t a way that anyone else was going to pull one over on him again. Not Travis, not Bo, not anyone. The flame popped up from his lighter and once it was close to the rope it took off, and faster than Lincoln had expected. The blond man jumped into his truck and began the bumpy ride back down the gravel road. Seeing that house go up in flames would have been the icing on the cake, but Lincoln didn’t have time for fun and games anymore.

#Lincoln Albrecht #TheReapers #Amesbury NC #creeping darkness

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