#Got to prepare a presentation for tomorrow rip

[twice-inamillion]

Chaeyoung’s Birthday Wish

Smut ( rough sex, deep penetration,anal, creampie, deep throat, marking ) 

Chapter 186

(Chaeyoung begs Jihyo to receive a special birthday gift)

2.7k words

“Please… unnie, please,” rubbing her hands together.

“I don’t know. I might have to think about it.”

“Please, I’ve been avoiding him, but I’m also at my limit. I can’t keep being like this anymore. I can’t stop thinking about it; I want him to ravage me, to break me.”

Jihyo standing in front of Chaeyoung grabs her by the cheeks and stares at her. “Fuck Chae, he really did a number on you, huh. He got you addicted and made you into his personal fuck toy,” shaking her head. 

Chaeyoung just stares at Jihyo with her cheeks squeezed and with lustful eyes; you’re right, unnie, I’m his toy, his personal cocksleeve. My body is for his use, however, and where ever he wants it.”

Jihyo just can’t believe how she’s been domesticated by him and his cock. The look in Chaeyoung’s eyes makes her look like an addict, waiting for her next dose. “Slap, slap,” as the palm of Jihyo’s hand hits Chaeyoung across her cheek, resulting in her coming back to her senses. “This girl is dangerous.” 

- - - - - - - - 

It’s been a busy day since it’s comeback week, but the members find the chance to have a small celebration for Chaeyoung’s birthday. They sing and take pictures as she blows the candles on her cake, wishing for her wish to come true. 

“This week has been extremely busy because we’ve had multiple schedules, but like always, we make time for our own. Let’s celebrate Chaeyoung’s birthday together as a family and enjoy this take to eat and relax; thank you for everyone’s hard work!”

After Jihyo’s speech, they all go to the kitchen and enjoy their beer and chicken. Jihyo walks up to Chaeyoung, gives her a hug, and whispers, “I’ll let you have with him tonight as a gift, so be a good girl, okay?” 

Chaeyoung’s eyes get wide open, and she hugs Jihyo tighter; thank you, thank you. This is the best present.” She lets go and continues to enjoy her small celebration. Food is eaten, drinks are poured, and music is played; the members spend time laughing and enjoying themselves. Dahyun and Mina, on the other hand, eat and take turns watching over the kids as they sleep in one room. 

As time passes, one by one, the members start to leave and head to sleep, preparing for tomorrow’s afternoon schedule. You see, Chaeyoung comes up to you and grabs your hand, “Jihyo gave me permission, so let’s have fun tonight,” pulling you towards your room. 

“Let’s make sure we enjoy ourselves,” as she walks down the hallway, and when you’re both at the door, she turns the knob, opening the door wide open. “I’m going to wa…” you don’t let her finish her sentence as you pick her up like a rag doll with one hand and throw her onto the bed. She yelps from the sudden action, causing her heart to race. She turns around to yell at you and is scared of what she sees.

The look in your eyes isn’t the typical you; what she sees is the eyes of a predator who is about to eat his prey. Chaeyoung gets sudden chills, telling her to run away, and starts to crawl to the other side of the bed, but she doesn’t make it far, so you grab her legs. “Oppa, stop, it’s not funny” you can hear the tremble in her voice. 

You pull her legs towards you and begin to rip and pull her clothes off, throwing each piece onto the floor. You stare at Chaeyoung in her cute strawberry panties and raise your hand, giving her a nice hard slap on her ass, which causes her to shout. You glide your hand against her panties and trace her lips, watching as her panties get soaked in her nectar. She’s scared of you, but her body says otherwise. 

“Wait, oppa…” only getting those two words out as you begin to strip her off her panties. “I haven’t had the chance to use my cocksleeve, she’s been avoiding me, but that changes today. I mean, it’s your birthday, so let's have some fun,” giving her a smirk. 

“You’re being too rough, how about some foreplay first?”

“No, let's get to the main course instead,” as you pull her towards you. Grabbing her small waist, you pull her to the edge of the bed, grab her legs, and spread her wide open, getting a full view of her perfectly smooth cunt. “This is what I’m talking about, a small and tight pussy that I can tear apart.” 

“Okay, if you want some foreplay, how about this game? Choose ten or twenty.”

“10, but why?” You raise your hand and give her a quick hard slap on her pussy. “Ouch!” You get her off guard, but you don’t stop, as the second, third, fourth, until she receives ten slaps. With every slap, she yelps and shouts as he pussy gets punished and is completely red. 

You laugh as you see tears in her eyes and her trying to close her leg, but you don’t let her. Instead, you fight her to keep her legs spread, and after a while, she gives up. With her legs wide open, you use both your index and middle finger to spread her lips. “Don’t spread my pussy like that; it hurts.” 

With Chaeyoung accepting herself as your plaything grabs onto the sheet as you explore her insides. You see pink flesh and walls constricting as she’s fully exposed. You insert two fingers and go for her upper wall, giving it a slow graze that causes her goosebumps. 

With one hand, you undo your pants and drop your trousers; with the other, you keep her busy. Chaeyoung moans as she feels another person’s touch after so long. 

As you grab your hard cock you don’t stop teasing her, making sure her cunt is ready for you. The more you insert your fingers the more she’s thrown over the edge, she curls her toes and grabs onto the bedsheets from this amount of pleasure. “You might have missed me a lot if you’re already this turned on.” 

"I'm sorry, but I had to stay…" cutting her off as you pinch her clit. "Ouch, it hurts!" She isn't aware that the pain she is going to experience next is worse than what she is feeling right now. You align your cock to her entrance as her head is tilted back, not know on what's to come. In one go, you stab her with your cock, your whole length in one go. 

"FUCK!!! 

You see Chaeyoung immediately squirt from the reaction, causing her to shake violently. As she shakes, she tries to grab onto your arm, but every time she gets a hold of you, her body spasms. 

"Your pussy is so tight. It's been a while since I've used it, so let's make sure to have fun" as you start off with hard thrusts. 

"Fuck… you're too big. I can't. You're going to break me… I can't take it!"

Hearing that, you stop.

Hold her head with your two hands, "Son Chaeyoung, please be a good girl, okay? Enjoy this nice birthday gift while I'm being nice." She stares at you dead in the eyes, scared. "You don't want to see me angry, right?" She nods her head from side to side, "No, I'm sorry." 

"Let's enjoy your birthday gift together."

You pull your cock out with only the tip remaining. Pausing for a couple of sets, she waits for you to start to thrust. The anticipation is killing her as she waits for you to fuck her without mercy.

Instead, it's a slow and gentle thrust as you insert your length. She feels every inch of you as you push yourself inside of her. With her eyes closed, you can hear her heavy breathing as she awaits your gift. 

Not waiting any longer, you pick up the pace; Chaeyoung holds her moans as she bites her lip. "I'm going to pick up the pace," and she gets a tighter grip on the bedsheet. It doesn't take long for her first moan to escape her small mouth, which makes you more excited. In your head, you want to make her scream your name, letting everyone know that you own every part of her. 

So you turn her around and pick her up, reverse stand and deliver. Chaeyoung immediately covers her face when she sees herself in front of the mirror. "Don't cover your face; you're going to miss the best part." Taking her hand off she watches as you penetrate her once more. With the tip of your cock pushing against her lips, it slowly splits her open. You slowly insert yourself once more and you can feel resistance with the position you have her in. 

"Ahh…"

"Good girl, make sure you take it all in." 

With your cock halfway in you give it one final push, "ahh fuck!" Now fully inside, Chaeyoung points out that she can clearly see the bulge in her tummy. She presses on it, causing your cock to throb. You lift her up and start to fuck her as she watches herself bounce in the mirror. 

She screams every time your cock hits the end of her womb and has tried to have an orgasm that you denied her of. You on the other hand, are at your peak and ready to cum. "I'm going to cum inside, so make sure to wait it all." 

"Oppa, wait! Don't cum inside."

"Worried that you can't hold it all in?" as you pull it out shove it back in with such, for she begins to spasm.

“Ahh… please… not…safe…”

"But you're on the pill."

“Not… now… not…for…a month…”

"Fuck…" you pull out your cock of her immediately and try to think of what to do. You want to cum inside of her but not at the rest of getting her pregnant, especially if she's your sleeve. "What should I do?" Many things run through your mind, but you know that cumming outside would be should a waste. 

You have a sudden realization and stop. You're already at your limit, and there are many more holes than just her main one, so you pick her up a bit more and align yourself to her other one. 

With Chaeyoung reaches her orgasm, she's doesn't notice with what is about to happen until its too late. With the tip at her entrance and your cock lubed up with a mixture of precum and nectar you push yourself instead of her. 

Chaeyoung screams as she feels your cock going up her ass, pushing her to the limit and causing her to squirt all over the mirror. With her body stiffening up, it causes her ass to do the same, causing you to explode instead of her. 

Her head tilts back, her toes curl up, and her body spasms as she rides her orgasm. It's the same with you as you flood her rectum with your cum. Her walls hold you tightly as if it want to milk you of all its worth. 

Chaeyoung isn't able to hold herself any longer and loses consciousness. Her body is completely limp and is still in your arms, but it's no fun if she's not awake. You place her on the bed with her ass face up and slowly pull yourself from out her ass. Its always the last inch that is the hardest as sheer ass never wants to let go, so you hands your hands on each cheek, and with a single pull, your cock causes a large pop sound. 

 In front of you is an unconscious Chaeyoung and her gapping asshole, looking for your cock and asking you to come back inside. Staring at her ass throbbing, you see her insides fill with your cum. You walk to your dresser, get your phone, and take a video of the present you put inside her. You can't help but laugh and says, "Happy Birthday Chae. Let's have a lot of fun this year as well," as you then push her ass a little, which causes her to drop. 

She now lays on the bed with her legs spread open and her gapping ass oozing out your cum onto the sheets. "Let's make some new memories," as multiple shutter noises go off. 

—————

You walk to the kitchen and open the fridge to get yourself a cool drink to replenish your energy. Closing the door, you walk to the counter and grab a slice of left cake with a note attached to it. "If you are reading this note is because you gave her a nice birthday present. This is a slice of cake for a good job well done. Feel free to use her as you wish for tonight. - Jihyo."

"Haha you know me well. Thanks, babe." You continue to finish your cake and drink, then return to your room. 

Walking back inside, you still see an unconscious Chaeyoung lying on your bed with her a puddle of cum underneath her. "Hmm… she said I was free to do whatever I wanted to with her for tonight, but too bad she's unconscious. Should I?"

Walking up to Chaeyoung you see her inviting plump lips, which gives you a great idea….

———- 

Chaeyoung wakes up to the sound of the shower running and birds chirping from afar. "I feel so refreshed, but why does my mouth feel sore?" as she stretches and gets up. As she walks past the bed, and sees the puddle of dried-up cum that makes her think about last night. She enters the bathroom and hears you humming to a tune that she doesn't seem to recognize, "Good morning, chae." 

"Good morning, oppa."

"Did you have fun last night?

"You were mean, but yeah, I feel great."

"I bet, too bad that most of it spilled out."

"I didn't know you were going to shove it up my ass so suddenly."

"Well… you didn't tell me you were off birth control."

"Ahh… haha. We didn't have sex for a while, so I didn't think I would need it anytime soon."

"Hmm…"

"Anyways, why does my jaw feel sore?"

"Haha… check your phone."

Chaeyoung runs out of the bedroom and gets her personal phone. She goes to the messages and sees one from you with multiple attachments. "Omg… what the…" seeing pictures of your cock down her throat, filled with cum. "Oppa!"

Coming out the shower, you see Chaeyoung looking at her phone, "Those are only pictures, I have the actual videos. Here look."

She watches the video of you throat fucking her as she's unconscious and getting filled with cum. You swipe to the next picture, and its one of you in a selfie showing your upper body with Chaeyoung in the background and cum oozing out her her mouth. "Haha, there is more here look." You swipe once more and its a video of your fucking her in the ass once more but this time it's you writing down "cocksleeve for personal use, stress reliever, living fuckdoll” and a doddle of what seems to be cherry tomatoes.

"What the hell oppa!" 

"It will come off, well eventually. It's on your ass, so no one is going to see it." 

Suddenly you hear a knock on the door, "It's Jihyo. Come down for breakfast."

"Okay! Be there soon."

"Kay."

"Alright, well… take a shower and get that dried-up cum off you, you're a mess."

Chaeyoung walks into the bathroom and looks at herself with dried-up cum all over her mouth. She then heads into the shower, turns on the water, and pulls out her phone, looking at the video of her getting throat fucked earlier that night. She slides her fingers down her tummy, passes her lips, and inserts them inside her little cunt as she masturbates to the video. At the end of the video, the recording flips to selfie mode, and its a clip of you, "Happy Birthday Chae! I hope you liked your birthday present. Too bad you passed out mid way but here is a nice memory for the both of us" as you lower yourself to get a shot of both you and a passed out Chaeyoung with cum oozing out her mouth. 

"Happy Birthday, my little strawberry princess!"

MasterList2

[shares-a-vest]

@flufftober Spring Edition Day 7: Giving someone a present

wc: 886 | Rated: T for Canon-Typical swearing, some suggestive language | cw: None

Tags: Pre-Birthday, Eddie Munson is a Menace, Steve Harrington Loves Eddie Munson, Cuddling, Spoiling Presents, Wayne Munson Takes a Pottery Class (it's only a throwaway line, but it's a headcanon I have rotting my brain rn)

Note: I just want to shout out the lovely comment @withacapitalp left on my ficlet from yesterday. It definitely influenced today's fic, as Steve reflects on the life he has in this AU. Thank youuu so much Liam for recognising an underlying theme/nuance in this universe.

‘The Best Present of All’

“What’s got you all giddy?” Steve asks, watching Eddie practically strut across their bedroom as he heads for his side of the bed.

He looks ridiculous – like a headbanging, scruffy chicken. Eddie pauses by the side of the bed and rips off his loose, cut-off Black Sabbath shirt. He hurls it halfway across the room, the discarded almost-terrycloth fluttering to the floor as he jumps on the bed and lounges across Steve’s legs.

“It’s your birthday tomorrow, precious,” he coos, rolling awkwardly on his back and grimacing.

He brushes it off as if Steve doesn’t know the telltale signs of his partner twinging his back – never one to exactly take it easy after almost dying in the Spring of 1986. Eddie puffs out a breath to blow hair from his face and giggles.

“I bought you the best present,” he continues, looking at the ceiling.

“That so?” Steve teases, knowing all too well that whatever said material item is, it will be nothing compared to the mischief Eddie surely has cooked up.

And Steve is going to love every minute of it. He loves every birthday he gets to have with Eddie by his side – and that’s something that can’t be bought.

Eddie turns his head and grins.

“I’m going to gift-give so hard,” he quips, scrunching his nose and clenching his jaw.

Steve supposes it is meant to come off, well... seductive, or something – but Eddie simply looks like an utter lovesick dork with those glee-filled eyes peeking out from under his unruly bangs.

“Did you help Joanie with something, at least?” Steve chuckles.

“Of course,” Eddie says, tenting his fingers together, “Prepare for a macaroni-encrusted card and the wobbliest, most unusable coffee mug in human existence.”

“Wow,” he laughs and swipes at his partner with his pillow. Eddie splutters away, spitting like a cranky kitten as Steve chides, “You cannot keep a secret.”

“I blame Wayne for the mug idea.”

“Stop making fun.”

He tugs on Eddie’s bare arm – if he has the man shirtless in bed, he at least wants to cuddle (and stop his legs from being crushed). Eddie goes limp, forcing Steve to all but pull his dead weight upright and into his arms, mussing and twisting their oft-abused bedding into a crumple – the blue patterned lines now a wavy swish.

“But the old man is taking a goddamn pottery class like he’s Demi fucking Moore,” Eddie cackles into his chest.

Steve shushes him and presses a kiss to the top of his head just to be safe. He holds Eddie close, breathing in the smell of fruity shampoo. Feeling the warmth of his skin against his own – the touch of flesh under his fingers.

He shifts on the spot and bites his lip.

“Eds?”

“Mmmhmm?” Eddie hums and Steve can feel his mischievous smirk.

“Since you’re spoiling presents…” he wonders aloud, removing his hand from his partner’s shoulder so he can attempt to flick back the blankets, “What if I got one of my presents now?”

Eddie untangles himself and bolts upright, scrambling with the bedding instead.

“Thought you’d never ask, sweetheart.”

They make quick work of slipping under the covers, righting their bedding as much as possible – even if it all somehow ends up on a forty-five-degree angle in their haste. But once they get settled, all cozy and warm and impossibly close as they roll into each other’s embrace on instinct, Steve feels his heart skip a beat.

“Eddie…” he whispers, letting his partner’s name linger on his tongue.

“Yeah?” Eddie whispers back, his big brown eyes glistening from the reflection of the light on the nightstand.

Steve shuffles closer, closing the already tiny gap between them and loops his arms around Eddie’s middle. He simply holds his partner for a moment, looking into those beautiful eyes – watching as Eddie breathes in and out and blinks. He leans in and presses a kiss to his lips, clinging to Eddie tight as he begins to kiss back. It deepens almost instantly and Steve hums, stifling a gasp as tears begin to prickle up.

Over the years, he has turned into a total sap, the waterworks turning on so easily sometimes that it worries him.

But he just feels so much – so much love – with his family. With their silly cats, first in Chicago in their tiny apartment, then in their slightly bigger but nonetheless cramped apartment and now in their home. A four-bedroom house with plenty of room to live and build. A house with a yard, a garden and a garage big enough for Eddie to jam with Freak on weekends.

The best gift life could have given him.

He used to be scared that he’d be stuck in Hawkins forever, working for his father and trying to please his mother all the while failing and remaining lonely.

But all that changed with Eddie. Even if it first started during that awful Spring Break back when he thought they might not even survive long enough to see where things could go.

“I love you,” he whispers when they break apart and come up for air, “Love you and Joanie so much.”

“I love you too, Stevie,” Eddie says, wiping a stray tear from his cheek, “Happy birthday.”

[mountttmase]

An Early Christmas Gift

Note - thank you for the love on my previous work, merry Christmas you beauties 💙

Pairing - Mason Mount x Reader

Word count - 2.8k

Warnings - smutty smut

Your first Christmas Eve with mason was going exactly as you had planned. You’d finally wrapped all your presents, prepared all the food you needed for the next day and tidied the house within an inch of its life, all ready for the arrival of Masons and your family tomorrow.

In order not to have the stress of the day all be on your shoulders, you’d split the responsibilities of the food up, leaving you on turkey duty among a few other things, but at least you wouldn’t be catering for a small army all by yourself.

There was still a few hours of the evening left, and you were just finishing wiping down the last kitchen surface when Mason walked in fresh from his shower.

‘You still in here?’

‘Yes mason, I want it to be perfect for tomorrow’

‘Well if you keep scrubbing at that counter anymore you’ll take the top layer off’ he joked, kissing your temple as he took the cloth out of you hand. ‘Go sit and find us a Christmas film. I’ll make us a hot chocolate yeah?’

‘Okay but please don’t make a mess’ you pleaded with him but he was pushing you out the room gently.

‘Yeah yeah, don’t panic. I know how to tidy up after myself’

‘Could’ve fooled me’ you teased and he gave your bum a gentle tap as if to scold you for your words.

‘Meanie. Santa won’t be bringing you anything nice if you carry on’ he huffed and you left him to it as he prided himself on making a good hot chocolate. You sat and flicked through the channels before popping Netflix on and picking a random Christmas film, hitting pause until mason had joined you so you could both watch it from the start. You grabbed two coasters as you heard him coming and he quickly set down both your mugs, piled high with cream and marshmallows before he was running back to the kitchen and returning with a plate full of biscuits you’d made together the day before. ‘Not sure you deserve any of this now after the way you just spoke to me’ he pouted and you were quick to pull him into a kiss.

‘I’m sorry baby, I didn’t mean it’

‘I suppose I can forgive you’ he sighed dramatically before pecking your lips again and reaching for a biscuit.

‘Thank you for all this, Mase’ you told him, nodding over to both your drinks as you picked yours up to take your first sip. You had to admit he did make a good hot chocolate.

‘Don’t be silly, you’ve spent days trying to get everything ready for tomorrow, the least I can do is make you a drink’ he chuckled as he kissed your temple.

‘I just want tomorrow to be special’

‘And it will be. I really do appreciate everything you’ve done around here and as long as I’ve got you with me tomorrow then I think it’ll be the best Christmas I’ve ever had’ he whispered, kissing your cheek gently as you blushed. ‘We’ve got a few hours to relax now before it all kicks off in the morning so let’s just forget about all that for now’

You agreed, settling into his side as he wrapped an arm around you. You pressed play on the movie and tried to relax as he’d told you too, enjoying his company before he would no doubt be ripped away from you tomorrow.

You’d finished your hot chocolate a while ago, both mugs now long forgotten on the coffee table and mason had managed too munch his way through most of the biscuits before he started to fidget. You knew he was uncomfortable as he preferred to lay on you most evenings so without a word you moved to lay down, patting your chest as an invitation for him to get comfy on you, and he slotted himself between your legs with a shy smile. Your hand instantly reaching into his hair to scratch over his scalp the way you knew he loved.

Soon after he was nuzzling up into your neck, placing sporadic kisses wherever he could reach and you felt him smile against you as you shivered.

‘I’ve missed you so much’ he whispered against your skin and you held onto him even tighter.

‘I’ve been here the whole time, Masey’ you told him, using that name to let you know you were feeling extra soft for him and he chuckled at the sound of it.

‘You know what I mean. I miss this with you, just being with each other. There’s been so much to do lately’ he explained and you nodded in agreement. He was right, you couldn’t remember a time in the last week that you both took an hour or so out just to relax and spend some time together. Sex had also been a rushed job the last few times, and his lips on your neck only made your need for him grow.

He must of known, being able to read you like a book most days, so he slightly lifted off you so he could reach up and kiss you properly. It was slow and lazy, and you moaned into his mouth when you felt his bulge press against your crotch.

‘I’ve missed you too’ you whispered as he pulled back, and he bumped his nose against yours softly as he smiled.

‘Yeah?’

‘Mhmm’

‘How about you sit on my face so I can show you exactly how much I missed you’ he whispered against your lips before you broth broke out into a laugh at his words.

‘Jesus Christ, Mase’

‘Don’t take the lords name in vein on the eve of his birthday’ he scolded you and grabbed at your hips. ‘I know you’re stressed about tomorrow and you’ve been so busy trying to get it perfect. Just let me take care of my girl yeah? Let me show you how much I appreciate you before we have to keep it pg 13 tomorrow. We could call it an early Christmas gift?’

You chuckled as you let him pull you up to stand. The idea did sound appealing and it has been a while since he’s used his mouth on you. He always told you he liked doing it cause he loves the way you taste but deep down you knew he loved it cause it was your favourite thing. His tongue was like magic and the fact you loved it so much made him want to do it even more.

‘Now as cute as these are’ he said referring to your fleecey Christmas pyjamas, ‘I want them off’. You nodded and grabbed the hem of the top, lifting it from your body as he tugged down your trousers and helped you step free of them. He kicked both items of clothing across the room, leaving you stood there in absolutely nothing as he drank you in.

His next move surprised you as he sat down on the floor, his back again the sofa and his head leaning back into the seat. He shuffled back far enough so his head would be at a good angle for you to hover over and once he was comfy, he beckoned you over.

‘Come on baby, take a seat’ he winked and you giggled at his silliness. You rested your left knee by his right shoulder and swung your other leg over, facing the back of the sofa and away from him so you could grab the back for support. Mason reached up to hold you by you waist as if to steady you and you looked down to see him looking up at you from between your legs as you straddled his face. With one final wink from him, he pulled you down gently.

You let out a breathy moan instantly as his tongue teased you apart before finding your clit. You began rocking your hips against his face almost immediately as you felt his nose bump you whilst he swirled his tongue around your entrance and you couldn’t help but moan his name as he gently squeezed you hips in acknowledgment.

He was taking it slow on purpose and you could tell, drawing out your pleasure and making you feel as good as possible. You removed one hand from the back of the sofa and fisted it through his hair beneath you which in turn made him moan into your core. He always loved it when you tugged on his hair a little and your eyes rolled to the back of your head when you felt him start to suck on you a little more.

You thought he might want some air so you started to rise up slightly, but he pulled you back down straight away and attaching his lips back onto your clit. The whines and whimpers coming from you only spurring him on and he pushed on your back slightly so you’d lean forward towards the sofa, pushing your bum in the air a little bit more.

You knew what was coming next when you felt his hand travel down your waist and over your bum, hooking his arm under you leg so he could slip his fingers into you. Groaning loudly, you tried to bounce up and down on them, being mindful of masons face under you but also getting caught up in the moment as it felt so good.

‘Fuck Mase, how are you so good at this’ you whimpered, never getting used to the way he made you feel. You felt him push up on you a little,so you stood up on your knees fully, and watched him take a few breaths in as his fingers still tormented you from the inside.

‘You gonna cum on my face?’ He asked, pressing sporadic kisses to your thighs and you nodded, feeling your legs start to shake.

‘Yes Mase, I’m close’

‘I know sweetheart, I can feel you’ he told you, pulling you back down to him as you moaned at his words. He carried on just as he had before and within minutes you felt that familiar tingle in your core, moaning his name repeatedly as you came all over his face and fingers. You felt him clean you up as best he could from under you, and when he removed his fingers from you, you knelt up to rest over the back of the sofa so he could climb up from under you.

Soon enough, you felt his hands on your back, gently encouraging you to lay down across the sofa with your head slightly hanging off the edge. He bent down to kiss you, giving you a taste of yourself before standing up to undress himself.

You had to clench your thighs together when you saw him standing there above you with nothing on, the sight always turning you on instantly.

‘Nuh uh’ he tutted, placing his hands on your knees to open your legs back up. ‘I need those open baby’ he told you, slotting between your legs before peppering kisses all over your chest. ‘There’s so many things I wanna do to you’ he murmured against you skin before taking your right nipple in his mouth and sucking on it gently. When you felt his teeth graze against it as he moved his mouth off of you, you bucked your hips up into him, whispering his name as he attacked the other one.

You were done with waiting for him to finish teasing you so you reached down to take a hold of him, noticing the way he let out a rugged breath as soon as you made contact, trying to guide him to your entrance so he knew what you wanted. You felt him laugh as he traced his lips up from your chest to your ear.

‘Please, Mase’ you whispered, and he laughed darkly in your ear.

‘I only made you cum a minute ago. Are you really that needy for me again?’ He taunted, and your eyes rolled to the back of your head at his cockiness.

‘Yes Mase p-please’ you managed to get out, pushing your hips onto him but he was pulling away ever so slightly so you never quite made contact. ‘Please, I need to feel you’

‘Shhh baby’ he soothed, brushing some of the hair out of your face and sitting up on his knees before grabbing your leg that was closest to the sofa and resting it on the back. Moving it up and out of the way so you were spread open wider for him. ‘I got you okay? Just relax’ he whispered and you shuddered as he ran his fingertips over your body gently, reaching lower until he gripped your thighs again to spread you out even further.

You watched him spit down onto you, before lining himself up with your entrance and pushing in slowly. The familiar burn as he stretched you out made you want to shut your eyes, but you forced them open, wanting to look at him as the pleasure took over his face. His dark eyes caught yours, his lips parting ever so slightly as he eased all the way in. Letting out a breath as he bottomed out before leaning over you, resting on his forearms and he touched his forehead to yours and your hands automatically reached to grab his shoulders. You both kept up the eye contact as he began to thrust in and out of you slowly but forcefully.

You were breathing into each others mouths and soon enough you needed to feel his lips on yours, so you moved your hands from his shoulders and into his hair, pulling him down to kiss you.

There was nothing rushed about anything, he was thrusting into you like he had all the time in the world and he wanted to prolong every second. You loved a quickie as much as the next person, and it was all you’d both had time for lately, but having mason like this, savouring you like you were his last meal really got you going. He knew it too, pulling back from your lips to look into your eyes again, a slight smile playing on his lips.

‘This how you like it, yeah?’ He asked, his lips brushing yours and you moaned in response, not being able to form a coherent thought to reply to him. ‘I know you do, you’re squeezing me so tight’ he told you before picking up his pace ever so slightly.

As much as you wanted too, you could hold his intense eye contact anymore, so you let your head fall back and shut your eyes as you focused on the feeling between your thighs. You knew you were close, but you wanted to wait until he gave you a sign that he was too and it wasn’t long before you felt his head nuzzle into the crook of your neck. A tell of his that he was nearly there.

‘I can’t hold it much longer’ he told you and you shook your head in agreement.

‘Cum for me Mase, I’m there’ you told him, but you still felt his hand snake down to your clit to help you along. It only took a few swipes of his finger until you were cuming again, shuddering underneath him as he bit your shoulder gently to stop himself from moaning too loudly as he spilled into you.

You let him get his breath back, and soon enough he was pulling back to to look at you, a smile on his face that made your tummy flip as his eyes flickered over your face.

‘Why are you looking at me like that’ you whispered and he shook his head gently.

‘I just love you. A lot’ he confessed and you felt your whole face heat up at his words. ‘And your eyes look pretty with all the lights reflecting in them’ he added, nodding over to the Christmas tree, making you laugh.

‘Well you’re very pretty too, Mase. And I love you. A lot.’ You told him before he dipped down for another kiss. ‘I can’t believe we’ve got to watch our families sit on this sofa tomorrow after what’s just happened on it.’ You told him with a slight chuckle and he laughed with you before shrugging his shoulders.

‘Pretty sure I’ve fucked you on every surface in this house, so I wouldn’t worry too much about it’ he reasoned as he gently pulled out of you before running to grab some tissues so you could both clean up. You were just about to leave to go to the bathroom when he held you wrist and pulled your naked body into his, wrapping his arms around you and placing a gentle kiss on your lips. ‘Merry Christmas, baby’ he whispered and you smiled into his neck, over come with emotion about the boy in front of you.

‘Merry Christmas, Mase’

[silawastaken]

i was wondering what Dazai and Chuuya would wear in your au? I'm talking about the (not so) perfect pair btw.

(This is totally not for fanart)

AAAAAA FANART????? (im autistic and sarcasm is not my strong suit for this stuff, and I'll feel real stupid if this isn't real but OH MY GOD I WILL LOVE YOU FOREVER)

And my GOD have I thought about this. It is currently 10:03PM and I have school tomorrow, lets see how long this takes me.

Right- Generally speaking, any chapter they're in school, they're wearing a uniform. Most of this stuff is based on what I know from the uk so 💀 yeah, it's a school uniform. That means, a collared short sleeve shirt, red tie(honestly it doesn't need to be red, I just randomly picked one), and black trousers.

Chuuya's wardrobe I feel would consist of patched denim shorts and jeans, jeans probably ripped at the knees. Dark colours mainly for other types of trousers, think black and greyish.

T-shirts, second hand band tees that are probably a little worn mostly, his parents do well but he isn't rich + he's a middle child, he probably doesn't own a lot of first hand clothing. I'd say oversized flannel or tartan shirts, either worn loosely over shirts or tied around his waist(Think very grungy. It's getting into summer, so tied around his waist is more likely)

The big thing is that most of the time so far, unless he's at school he's been wearing the hoodie Dazai gave him(black + red stitching, detailed better in the actual fic😔), so it'd make sense for him to be wearing it, unless at school, or post his parents finding out.

Generally, he's rather grunge but put together, he looks nice, and generally presentable.

DAZAI HOWEVER, LIVES OFF HIS BEDROOM FLOOR.

While Dazai has clothes, he doesn't actually wear much of them. With Dazai, I think black or tan trousers when he's not in uniform, the same two pairs. The black ones more commonly, so probably more worn.

If Chuuya would wear the t-shirt, Dazai would too. Generally, I think most of the t-shirts Dazai would wear would be stolen from Chuuya, so yeah! If Chuuya'd wear it, Dazai would.

Same with hoodies, but obvs Dazai is slightly different. Generally with dressing Dazai/his clothes, this au Dazai is still in his emoish phase, so stick to black and earth tones- blue, green, brown.

A few extra details!!! I've never said it explicitly, but Dazai isn't wearing bandages over his face, just his neck and arms. Chuuya's ears are also pierced, Kouyou got him earrings for his birthday. How many piercings that is? Idc go wild bro's sixteen and his parents are rather chill, he probably has a few. I don't know if this is the level of detail you were looking for, but for Chuuya, with shoes I'd say boots or like converse. For Dazai- it's actually specified that he wears a pair of like BATTERED high top black converse so :D

I feel it's fair to mention that Dazai and Chuuya are still rather rough and tumble teens, they're both depressed as shit rn and not going out to cause chaos like they normally would- but they still dress like they're prepared too. So a little unkempt and scruffy is a fairly accurate department of how they likely look half the time.

It is 11:08 and has been an hour, so I should probably stop agonising over this but this was a LOT of detail sorry if it still wasn't enough, or wasn't what you were looking for :(( BUT HAVE FUN WITH THIS INFO.

[adiprose-abernath]

The Living Exhibit

A nightguard working part time at the Adiprose Museum of History and Science gets a little more than he bargained for when the exhibitor becomes the exhibit

Cw: Male weight gain, immobility, force feeding, unwilling weight gain

Jason headed into his new job, whistling a short tune. It's about 9pm and most to everyone in the facility is gone. He took this as a part time job but he enjoys the new exhibits that come and go. Art pieces and statues, old bones and experiments, histories and mysteries unfolded for the public to see. This museum recently got an addition from a new anonymous benefactor and it would be presented to the public tomorrow.

He slides in his keys and lets out a sigh. He walks to his desk, coffee in hand and proceeds to login. Checking the cameras, he clocks in and proceeds his evening shift. He flips through the different wings: dinosaurs, paleolithic, ancient civilizations like Greece and Rome, and more modern ones of America and Britain. He finally gets to the last camera which was installed today over the new exhibit. It's a gigantic rectangular cube covered in a sheer sheet that the shitty camera can barely display. It appears to be at least 20 feet tall. Curious and with nothing better to do, he heads to the exhibit.

It isn't far, just in the left wing, and he makes it to the chamber. Seeing it in person it dwarfs him. He takes out a little remote from his pocket and clicks it twice, knowing that the camera will be down for its scheduled maintenance so he could get a look at this device. Pulling at the sheet, it comes undone and is revealed in full form.

It is a strange device, with nozzles and buttons galore. Different tubes are filled with multicolored liquids that seem to bubble and churn within a myriad of vats. This all culminates to a singular hose that extends out of the front of the device and a keypad. Emblazoned on the side it says "The Tru-Feed Machine: Prototype 1." Supposedly, according to research, Ipidlay Industries was developing a new machine that was to revolutionize the way they handled world hunger. Why worry about getting the exact ingredients when you could simulate the taste with the appropriate amount of calories. Unfortunately for Jason, what he didn't know was this specific machine was only a prototype which had some...setbacks.

Knowing about its ability to produce any kind of food one could want, he decides to test out the machine a bit and ask it for a mocha latte with marshmallows. He then plinks that into the keyboard and hits the enter key. The machine whirrs to life, beeping and booping, its nozzles and containers mixing and churning and screeching, slowly but surely producing a slurry into the central nozzle. Little by little, it spins and swirls, til a small cup is produced and the nozzle dispenses the concoction in a small sampler for him. Jason takes a sip and, while it certainly was not the exact consistency that he was used to, this was the best mocha he'd ever had. In fact, the one he'd had only a minute before paled in comparison to the one he'd gotten. Hell, he'd never have to bring food here ever again! Of course, it was set to sampler mode so he'd need to adjust it a tiny bit but that could be remedied.

Jason went to the back of the machine and found the sampler module and ripped it out. With a spark, the machine died, but only for a moment. As it came back on, Jason cracked his fingers and prepared an order list. Then, grabbing his bag, he dumped out the food he'd had and input the device the exact same food he'd had. This would be a cinche.

Except that was not what happened. Instead of the nozzle producing a cup, the machine began to whirr and whistle and churn and chortle til it began to shoot a gloopish stream all over the floor. Panicked at the discovery of such a mess, Jason did the only think that he could think to do and placed his mouth on the nozzle.

It was cold and metallic but not altogether unpleasant as streams of marinara and meat sauce and pasta went down his throat. Feeling himself full, he prepared to detach his face from the device before two twin clamps distended from the sides of the machine and clamped onto his hands. Attempting to scream, he tried to yank off the device to no avail watching the screen in front of him, assuming its nutritional mode, attempt to feed like it would an entire African village. Of course, this wasn't the only thing notable of the experience.

His shirt was feeling tightened, the buttons visibly straining against the belly that was blimping beneath it. It wasn't but a second later before he heard a clatter of plastic on the floor, followed by three and four. He was fit prior, with a beautifully sculpted Italian abs akin to the statues they'd taken from Rome. But now, those same abs became hairy flesh that sluggishly popped buttons as dozens upon dozens of calories were pumped inside.

He began to tear up ever so slightly. How the hell was he gonna get a guy now? But those thoughts were pushed away as he felt his belt begin to undo itself, willed by the bloating behemoth of a beach ball belly that was budging against it. With a massive crash, it fell apart clattering to the floor, followed by his pants soon after. Without shirt or pants in the way, he swelled further and further, the perky pecs replaced with plumply pillows. He was red in the face, both from embarrassment, and also from the feeling in his stretching underwear which was being made ever tighter by a feeling in them. Was he...starting to enjoy this?

It didn't take long before the underpants went too. It was around midnight when this occurred and he felt his belly descend and begin to send his center of balance off. He stumbled a bit before collapsing on his ballooning buttocks, fully giving into the great gains. At nearly 4 times the size he began, he used his arms to caress the furry flesh his form was becoming. Soon enough, he could feel himself pass nearly a thousand pounds. It didn't matter though, because in that moment he could feel years of sexual repression go, a blast of white in the underside of his monumental mound. Aroused and truly engulfed in fat, he gave in and found himself drift gently asleep.

The following day came and rather than be shocked or appalled, the museum staff saw an opportunity and made Jason the living lard: a statue made in the gluttony of mankind's greed. You can visit him now and for a bit of extra fun, plug in a couple more meals into his feeding computer. I'm certain he won't mind

[electrozeistyking]

ITS FINISHED

I’m giving it to you know as tomorrow I won’t as I have regular school then art school but I hope you like it happy birthday zeisty

Also rip my storage space

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One of the things I love about this is Scott being fully prepared to fight a horror in the woods. Like he's literally just some regular ass dude, no funky "Solver powers" or anything. And he's about to shank this freaky ink bitch. Not sure he would've won, but love the enthusiasm!

Some very good storytelling here, btw! Definitely got the idea that the guys were separated for who knows how long, and like. They haven't seen each other in so long. I will not lie to you, I did exclaim "YOU SEPARATED MY BOYS?" at one point. Good thing that gets resolved pretty quickly haha! <':D

Also, yeah! Scott is NOT letting go of that man. Next chance he gets, he is getting Quill to give him a piggyback ride for the foreseeable future (and knowing Quill, he'd absolutely do it because he'd miss doing stuff like that. They are very touchy with each other, after all).

One thing I will note is that Quill does seem a bit too short? Maybe that's because I never showed off a proper height comparison between him and Scott? Or everyone else here is just. MUCH taller than I realized. Either way, hope you don't mind the fact I'm using this early birthday present as an excuse to show off how tall these two are compared to one another.

Yeah for some reasons the disassembly drones in Scott's sector are really tall. The "female" models are 5'9" here. Why are they that tall? Who knows? Humour points, maybe??? GFDHGFD

(One last thing: totally see Scott saying something like "oh y'know, just being gay in the woods and getting my ass kicked" in response to where he's been this whole time. Who knows if he's telling the truth or not, but it is the kind of response Quill would expect. Silly ass man what was he doing out there with a knife for so long-)

[faustquillpen]

Apollo Justice x Reader from Apollo's POV, writing style to emulate the game

Warnings for death mentions, injury mentions, pretty much what you would expect from the game. Let me know if I need to tag more.

[There will be a dog mentioned in the story, but a cat or other pet can fit too if the reader desires!]

Chapter 1: Ruff Day (sfw)

|Prev| |Next|

Apollo: Red

Apollo's thoughts/muttering: (Red with parentheses)

Trucy: Blue

Reader: Purple

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N - No! Get away from me!

Heheh, I'm just tryna get a lookacha

Fuck off!

Augh....!

Crash!

Is he... Dead?

Someone call the cops, I saw them push that dude!

No! He must've lost his footing or something, please...!

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April 18th, 7:00 AM

Wright Anything Agency

New case, Apollo! But you miiight not like it...

(It's been a bit since the last case... Whatever it is it's better than cleaning this place for the 100th time) Oh yeah?

Yeah... They denied it at first, but now they're saying it was them! Daddy thinks they're hiding something... And Daddy usually is good at guessing!

(Hiding something by taking credit for a murder? That doesn't seem right.)

He was some sorta creep anyway, the "victim" I mean. Known for harassing people of all genders. A sleezeball with a record.

(Sigh, I guess it's better than nothing.) I'll at least talk to them I guess. Your Dad better be right about this though.

He's always Wright! ... Eh? Eeeh???

Shut up. You've used that joke before.

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April 18th, 7:35 AM

Detention Center

Visitor's Room

Well, we're here.

I wonder where the defendant is?

....!

(Oh!! It's... I-it's)

You're that sweet guy I met last week ... Apollo I think?

(They remembered my name!!!!!) OH hey!!! (oh no oh no oh no I am not prepared for this!!!)

Ummm...

(Oh yeah! This must seem weird) Oh! I'm a defense attorney!!! Defense attorney Apollo Justice that's me hah

You mean Jupollo Astice...?

(shut up shut up shut up shut up)

*Giggles*

(Oh no, they're still really cute...!)

Ah-em. I'm Trucy, the best assistant and magician, and we're gonna defend you!

(Wait I hadn't agreed to that yet!!! I... Can I defend someone who I feel this way about...? It's so hard to focus when they're around... Augh!!! They're looking at me again!)

But I uh... I really did it. Yeah.

Hmmmm kinda sus to me, bro

(They won't look me in the eye, there's something extra going on here... How can I show them I know for sure they didn't do it?)

[Present Paper Ladybug]

Take That!

Huh? Oh! It's...

Do you remember this?

Y... Yes

You cried when you thought you killed a bug. I really don't think you'd ever be able to kill a person.

Okay... *Sigh* I'll tell you the truth. It happened at around 3 in the morning at my apartment, I had invited him in since he was the landlord and said he needed to fix something. He started to try to touch and flirt with me... It was.... It was my dog... They were protecting me! The police will kill them if they find out!!!

(The... Dog...?)

Awww, so you're trying to protect your puppy!

I don't want [Dog name] to be punished!! They were protecting me from that creep!!! But he fell over from the momentum when they bit him on the arm... Plus...

Plus?

I heard... There was a witness walking past my open door who said I pushed him into the table on purpose...

(Liar!!!)

Woah Apollo, you look really intense right now! Like you're gonna rip off a chunk of the table!

Oh-uh... S-sorry (I guess I just got really mad for a second...)

Woah... Cool...

(... They think I'm cool!!!!? F-face... Flushing... I think I hear Trucy snickering at me...)

So... You're going to defend me then?

YESOFCOURSE IfYoullHaveMe... You don't have to say yes or anything ahah...

... I.. I'd really like that...

OKAY!!! *cough* Okay. We'll uh... Start on the investigation and... See you tomorrow!!!! Aaaah!!!

Well... There he goes... Well! Goodbye [name]! Don't worry, we'll get you an innocent verdict!

I... I trust you guys. Thank you. Oh and uh... Will you go to my apartment please? My poor dog is probably hungry and confused....

Sure thing!

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April 18th, 9 AM

[Name's] Apartment Complex

So... Why exactly are we here?

Well, you'd know if you weren't such a dork and ran off!

... I... Had a thing I had to do, okay!!!

Apollo, I found you holding your chest trying to calm your breathing down right outside the detention center.

... Shut up.

Heheh, whatever you say.

(Why me...)

Okay, we're here! They said the food was on top of the fridge...

(Food...? I thought we were watering some plants of someth-- EEK)

Woof

(That's the murder dog!!!! And it's... Licking Trucy's face and wiggling)

Wuf wuf!

Hehe! They said you were sweet as long as we were friendly. Good dog!

(I guess I'll keep this in mind in case I need to "defend" the dog too...)

Snooping time!

Wh- Nonononono we can't!!!

Ooh, a diary~

Put it down put it down put it down put it down

C'mon Polly, maybe it'll give us info on the night of the murder! If could be important! We'd of read it during any other investigation! If you didn't have a crush on the defendant.

IDONTHAVEA--

Awww, the night of the murder is blank. Hmmm....

Trucy. Seriously. It's not right to go through it

Relaaaaax, I'm just looking for one particular day... Ah! Here it is

Trucy....

April 6th....

...!

Went to the art fair today, got some cute dog sculptures.... Blah blah...

We really should put it down--

... Aaaand today I met a really cute guy!

WHAT?! LEMMESEE!!!!

Oh yeah?? What about it being wrong? Heheh

Well-- it is but I... ugh

Hahaha! Your face is soooo red!!! Anyways I was joking, this is a completely blank notebook.

Oh.

Aw, now I feel bad. You look like you just deflated. ... Just kidding it's hilarious.

Mehhhh...

[End Chapter]

Next chapter will be a nsfw fantasy/dream so I have an excuse to do nsfw before you two actually have time alone together!!! WOO!!

[hoeleeheeseung]

MR. BARTENDER

genre: smut; dom! jay x fem! reader

synopsis: after a tiring day at work you decided to relax a little at the bar, little did you know that one of the bartenders would have you s(creaming) through the night.

warnings: oral (both receiving), marking, use of profanity, protected sex, jay's a boob guy, readers moans ALOT! just pure filth throughout.

a/n: , just trying to explore different writing genres, suggestions and requests are accepted and comments are highly appreciated <3

mdni!!

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your CEO had burnt the shit out of you by making you work for 4 hours more than your usual time. You were exhausted by having to check endless emails and revising through a shitload of files while also preparing for an introductory presentation for the next day.

so you decided to reward yourself with a drink at the famous bar near your workplace.

once there, you headed directly to the bar and ordered a beer. you sipped on the beer while observing your surroundings carefully, you hadn't noticed the very conventionally appealing bartender yet.

soon, you felt someone burning daggers in the back of your head, so you turned around to find the bartender- the good-looking bartender staring at you with a mysterious look in his eyes.

you'd be lying if you said you weren't blessed to have a man like him staring at you, you kept it cool though.

you cocked him an eyebrow, trying to ask him why he was staring at you like that.

you got a wink in response

" what's a pretty lady like you doing here all by herself? I mean, not like you can't come here alone but it looks like you're here after a tiresome day at work."

" is it seriously that noticeable??"

" mhm. looks like you can use some massage at the right spots if you know what I mean" he winked

" yea, I feel like that too, sure I'd love to get a great massage right now "

" you know I can be right at your service"

you laughed at him

"I like your confidence, what's your name?"

" Park Jeong Seong, you can call me Jay though"

" oh, that's a beautiful name, my names y/n"

" So, y/n, since it's around late at night, I think we should get you that massage as soon as possible"

you knew exactly what he meant by massage the entire time, he wanted to get you laid, and honestly, you were down, he looked like he knew what he did in bed, so you wanted to give it a shot.

" sure, but are you sure you can leave your shift in between?"

" eh, don't worry about that, I got it covered"

he made a few calls here and there and off y'all were, speeding off to his place within 15 minutes

now, he owned a penthouse, a beautiful one at that, but you weren't given enough time to take in its beauty for Jay had pinned you against the entrance door, and tackled your lips in a rough, feverish kiss, sucking onto your lips as he held your hands above your head.

you kissed him back with the same amount of need, lust filled

he slowly moved from your lips to your jawline and down your neck, sucking on your neck to leave marks that were sure to darken by tomorrow.

you tilted your head to give him more access to your neck, your eyes shut close as your hands tangled themselves in his raven locks, pulling him closer if that was even possible, your let out a soft moan as he slowly tapped your thigh, indicating you to jump.

you obeyed, wrapping your legs around his torso, still refusing to pull away from the kiss, Jay made his way to his room and slammed the door shut, pinning you against it, now his hands making their way up your pencil skirt, his lips biting your earlobes.

he attacked your neck with wet kisses once again, soon guiding you towards the bed and literally throwing you on the bed, hovering on top of you.

jay was quick to hold the hem of your white shirt and ripped it open, he groaned at the site of your choice of underwear, all black lace. his hands continued to roam around your body, and shivers electrocuted through your body as you felt your arousal pooling in your underwear.

jay quickly unhooked your bra as he continued to leave kisses all over your body, you moaned at the feeling.

he gasped at the sight of your boobs.

" damn, doll, you almost made me cum at the sight of your boobs"

that being said, he mercilessly sucked on your right boob while massaging your left boob, leaving you in a moaning mess.

" ahh, jay- hmm- ahh so good-ah mhh right--there-a hh fuck-"

you could feel jays dick harden through his pants, his tip brushing past your cunt.

jay continued to massage both your boobs, sucking, marking them. the way he pleasured you by showing so much hunger and taking it all out on your boobs made you push his face further into your boobs.

he continued to leave hickeys right from your cleavage to the rim of your underwear, your hands simultaneously got him out of his shirt and started working on getting rid of his pants, once you got him out of his pants, he grabbed your underwear by his teeth and dragged it down while still maintaining eye contact with you.

" ooff, so wet, all for me, doll"

"just for you-"

jay started kissing your inner thighs, gently moving up after every kiss, he lifted you up by your hips, his hands slowly moving to hold your ass, he left experimental kisses on your pussy as his hands squeezed your ass, earning an ecstatic moan from you.

"hm, so fucking delicious, all for me, I can do this for hours"

jay kept devouring your juices, as you moaned his name, your voice being the best melody he's heard.

"ahh, hmm, jay- need you-hmmm ahh-inside now- ahhhmm- auhh"

"look at you, all wet and needy for me. i"ll fuck you better than you've ever been fucked"

" ahh- yes-hmmm-ah"

" but first, I need a blowjob"

there you were, sucking his dick as he groaned while his hands roamed around your boobs again, jay held your hair up, bucking his hips, his dick thrusting rapidly into your mouth as you gagged, he was definitely enjoying the sight of tears threatening to roll down you cheeks.

"So fucking good to me, doll"

You felt his cock throbbing in you mouth as he came in your mouth,, his warm seed dripping down your soft pink lips, as you gulped down as much seed as you could.

"Such a good girl"

"Mhph- just for-you- ne-need you-ah"

" let's pleasure you, princess"

Jay opened the drawer and grabbed a condom, before sliding it on his cock .

" it'll hurt a little but I'll make you feel like you're on cloud 9, darling. Be loud for me sweetie"

Jay slipped his tip in slowly and then entered you with an unimaginable speed, he rammed in and out, your sinful moans only encouraging him more.

His hands playing with your boobs as his dick disappeared inside you, your hands tangled in his hair as your moans took over the room.

"Fuck- you're so tight, doll"

"Argh, just for- y-you"

"Jay- you're- so bi-big"

"Princess,, look at how your right cunt stretches around me- feel so-so good"

"I-I'm gonna-gonna cum-"

" hold it in-love, cum together "

"Can't-ahh"

"Yes you can- just a little more"

And you did, you held it in like he asked you to,

"Now"

Both Jay and you came at the same time,feeling ecstatic,

He rested his body next to yours

"You're loud, doll"

" all cuz of you, you were so good to me"

"You were so good for me"

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[eadanga]

Christmas Romance

Anna got all her stuff and headed out the office she walked to her car and immediately got a text from Sam

Hey beautiful meet me at the cabin

Anna smiles and drives to the cabin she heads inside and sees it beautifully decorated for Christmas tomorrow. As she looks around in awe she feels a pair of hands around her waist

“Hi there”

Anna giggles as she turns in his arms “Hi what do you have up your sleeve”

“Well the twins are at my parents house they’ll be here tomorrow so I just wanted to spend Christmas eve with my wife”

Anna smiles “I love that”

“And I love you” He kisses her softly then pulls away smiling “Head upstairs I got you something to change into”

Anna grins as she heads upstairs she finds a garment bag hanging on the closet door. She unzips it and sees a beautiful sparkling green dress. Anna grins and puts the dress on. She slowly walks down the stairs.

Sam looks up and his eyes go wide “Anna…” He walks up to her wrapping his arms around her “You look incredible”

“Thanks you have amazing taste”

“I knew you’ll look sexy in it that’s why I picked it” He kisses her deeply Anna wraps her arms around his neck as Sam pulls her closer he slowly pulls away murmuring “We better stop before I rip this dress off you”

Anna smirks “Is that a bad thing?”

Sam growls “Stop teasing me I’m trying to control myself here”

Anna giggles “Ok what do you have planned for tonight?”

Sam gestures her over to the table where glasses of champagne and a candlelit dinner. Anna smiles as he offers his hand and she takes it and he guides her to the table “Shall we?”

He holds out a chair for her and she takes a seat he sits next to her “Hope you love this Christmas dinner I prepared for us”

“I love it Sam”

“Good I made all your favorites” He takes her hand “All I need for Christmas is right here my beautiful wife but I still got you a little something” He hands her a gift bag

Anna smiles as she opens it and sees a beautiful handbag “Same this is so nice and beautiful”

“Not as beautiful as you I saw this I knew it suits you”

“I love it Sam now are you ready for your Christmas present”

“I am”

Anna pulls out a wrapped gift and hands it to him Sam smiles as he opens it then he grins “Anna this is amazing” He pulls out a crisp clean suit out of the box

“I knew this was for you it looks amazing”

“It does I love it” He kisses her softly “You’re amazing my beautiful wife”

“No you are”

Sam stands and has her stand with him “I’m so happy right now”

“Oh really why?”

“I’ve got two gifts”

“What are the two?”

“This nice suit” He smirks “And a beautiful woman in my arms Merry Christmas my love”

“Merry Christmas I love you”

“I love you too” He kisses her deeply

Tags: @mfackenthal @indiacater @the-soot-sprite

[skylarstark4826]

Christmas wasn't a big celebration across the years for the Snart family. In Leonard's earlier years, when his father and mother used to be around the house, they would have a quiet dinner that would end up with Lewis passed out drunk at the couch and a pouty little boy that didn't once again get a gift from Santa.

When Lewis gets thrown into Iron Heights for five years, he draws him Christmas card but not even once he doesn't get an answer from his father. And when he returns Leonard's life becomes a nightmare. He doesn't even think about Christmas and what gift he was going to get and only prays that his dad would stop hitting him and his mother.

But right after their Christmas dinner in 1982; their first Christmas after Iron Heights, he gets the biggest gift any little boy could have asked for. Even though that his father took his Christmas card and threw it at the trash and when he asked about he got hit; the moment that his mother told him that he was going to have a little sister, Leonard forgot everything. The burning pain on his cheek, the tear stains and the sound of his father yelling for another beer at the distance. All the little ten year old could think of, was his little sister.

And in his first Christmas with baby Lisa, Leonard couldn't be more ecstatic. He adored his baby sister from the moment she was brought to his arms. She slept in the room across his, in her little crib, which his mother had bought after saving money through her whole pregnancy. But the joy of waking up and seeing his little sister in the house was cut short, when Lewis found out about Leonard, spilling milk on his blue prints. This day he had hit his son so hard that Leonard had landed on the floor with blood coming out of his nose and his baby sister's cries echoing.

From that year after Leonard lost the little Christmas spirit that he had in him. He tried to make Christmas an acceptable holiday for him and his sister, but whenever Lewis was home he couldn't. And when he and Lisa were left alone, they could barely manage to buy food and pay the bills.

When he and Mick had been recruited by Rip they couldn't really understand where they were in time, so they didn't celebrate. And after Leonard surviving the Oculus; Savage's defeat and the help to the Justice Society of America the legends were dropped back home.

Mick decided to return in Central City and not much to anyone's surprise; Sara decided to stay with Leonard in Central City too, after learning about her sister's death. January 2017 was full of many surprises for Leonard.

After leaving Rip and dropping Mick at the safehouse, he and Sara decided to go and see Lisa. She and Sara had met only once before, in July 2016 when the team settled for a few days. But no one could have prepared Leonard for what he was about to see and as the door opened to his childhood home, his baby sister with an evident baby bump.

Lisa's eyes widened and Leonard had literally frozen in front of her. Sara needed a little time to realize that she wasn't hallucinating, but after that she enveloped Lisa in a warm hug and dragged Leonard inside. He wasn't able to speak for over half an hour even when Lisa explained that was the handy work of Cisco Ramon and a big bottle of vodka.

Finally after Sara slapping the back of his head with force, he had looked at his baby sister and told her that if Ramon ever thought of hurting her or his future niece, he would ice him. Sara had just looked and smiled at how caring Leonard was. The months that followed though, Leonard became pretty happy and excited with the prospect of a niece.

In May 8th 2017 Lisa gave birth to a little girl named Lori Ramon and Sara swore she had never seen anything more beautiful than Leonard smiling down at a small baby in his arms. Cisco and Lisa couldn't be happier and both her and Leonard had scowled when Barry gave the baby a flash body suit as a gift.

Except of her uncle, baby Lori had a really big fondness on her uncle's girlfriend; which hair she enjoyed toying with. And it wasn't long, in October to be exact, until the girlfriend became a fiancé.

Both of them layed in their bed, wrapped in each other's arms when suddenly Leonard picked a red velvet ring box from the bedside table and gave it to Sara casually.

"Care to explain, Len?" she had asked him and he smiled at her. Leonard opened the box and revealed a diamond engagement ring.

"Will you do this crook the honor of being his forever officially, Sara?" he asked and her eyes widened. She had barely nodded, before Leonard wrapped his arms around her and she started laughing with pure happiness. And once he slipped the ring on her finger Sara never took it off. She ever made Leonard buy a dishwasher because she said that she would stop doing the dishes, not wanting to take the ring off. And he had just smiled and agreed.

The Christmas of 2017 was their first official Christmas since they were back from the Waverider and of course engaged. And it also was their first Christmas with Lori and they decided to gather together, only them and Mick. Unfortunately for Sara and fortunately for Leonard, Lisa had called and told him that Cisco was trying to stop a metahuman that killed young women with Barry and he wouldn't make it to the Christmas Eve dinner.

The doorbell rang for the first time around 9 P.M and it was almost certain that it was Lisa, because Mick was always late.

"Can you get that, Len?" Sounded Sara's voice from far down the hallway, somewhat harsher and different than usual. Once she shut the door, Leonard thought he heard something weird but he just brushed it off and opened the door to reveal his baby sister, with her own baby in her arms. Once Lori saw her uncle she started squealing in her mother's arm, as if to show how excited she was.

"Hello big brother." Lisa said as she walking in the cozy apartment and set the bags with the sweets on the kitchen island, before sitting on a stool with her daughter still in her arms. Lori started to move from Lisa and stretched out her arms to Leonard, who raised his eyebrow.

"How are you doing, little sis? Ramon is still the geek he was when I last saw him?" Leonard asked as Lisa passed him Lori who started squealing excitedly once she was in his arms and she mumbled incoherent words.

"Come on Lenny. Deep inside you know you love Cisco. If it wasn't for him we wouldn't have Lori." She said and as if she had understood what they had said, the baby let out a happy screech.

Suddenly from the hallway, marched Sara with her blonde hair loose and in a pair of jeans and a cute burgundy sweater. Her face though, was paler than usual and she looked a little more tired. But the moment she saw Lori her face light up like the lights in their tree and she smiled brightly.

"Wait." Said Lisa and caused Sara to stop at her tracks. "Let me show you what she did. It's so crazy. Look." She scooped her from Leonard's grip and set her down at Lori down at the carpet before grabbing both of her hands. Both Sara and Leonard look confused at first, but as Lori slowly managed to stand up and she walked to Sara with Lisa's support they both smiled.

"Hey little one." Sara told her and brought Lori in her arms, balancing her in her hip. The little girl giggled as Sara kissed her head and moved to sit on the couch. She set Lori in her lap and smiled down at her, as she heard Lisa and Leonard arguing about who was going to cook after all.

They were interrupted by the doorbell ringing and Leonard opened the door, letting Mick inside the apartment, who held a bag of food in his broad arms. Leonard lifted an eyebrow and his usual smirk, soon rose to his face.

"Thank god this time you didn't kick the door open." Leonard said as Mick set the bags in the counter and began putting out the ingredients. Sara suddenly had a feeling that Mick wasn't going to let anyone else cook the Christmas dinner. He huffed at what his best friend said and continued laying the ingredients which Lisa inspected closely, as Sara had started to bounce Lori up and down with her hands causing her to giggle again.

"Happened only a few times, Boss. Stop exaggerating." Said Mick as he started cutting one of the carrots with a kitchen knife and Lisa was texting in her phone next to him. This time Sara decided to speak, being the one who had to clean up after Mick's mess.

"A few times, Mick?" questioned Sara and a smirk appeared on her face. "I am pretty sure that we spend everything you steal to fix over the things you break."

Mick continued cutting the carrots and Lisa could barely contain her laugther.

"Says the assassin who threw the remote inside the TV twice the last three months, only because the channel wouldn't change." He muttered and this time it was Leonard who laughed and Sara threw him a deadly glare.

After a few moments, Lisa came and sat next to Sara and Lori in the couch; leaving the two Rogues to continue their conversation about their next planned heist in Keystone City. Mick ended up cooking stuffed turkey and baked potatoes, which of course he mastered.

Even though the Rogue was really uncontrolled when it came to fire, the food he made sure was up to no comparison to what she and Leonard managed to cook once in a while. But out of the two of them, Leonard could manage to cook better food than Sara, who lost her temper and usually threw the pan against the wall. As she tasted Mick's amazing food again, Sara felt blessed to have invited him over.

"Mick, this chicken is to die for." Sara moaned and Leonard smirked down at her. Meanwhile, Lisa was trying calm down Lori and set her for a nap and the laughs from everyone was not helping the woman. "How do you manage to make it so good every time?"

"That's a secret." Mick told her and then turned to Leonard, who was almost done with his food. "So, what the hell is that meta-human Cisco and Allen are obsessing with?" Dinner went through without a hitch, something that didn't happen very often when the four of them were in the same room.

"Lisa, did Ramon pop the question, or he is too much of a coward to actually ask you?" asked Mick and Sara erupted in laughter as Leonard scowled. Lisa lifted her eyes from Lori and looked at Mick and then at Leonard.

"I think he is scared of Lenny." She said and a smile broke to her big brother's face. "For real. He used to be scared to even talk to him. After you learned that I was pregnant and Lenny didn't kill him, he knows that there is hope for him."

Sara smiled down at Lisa and there was even a hint of a smile on Mick's lips. Leonard might have been really annoyed at Cisco at the beginning; he still was a little, but ever since he saw his niece he had decided to let him a little of the hook until the next time a chance presented itself.

"I think that he will; sooner or later. I mean now that even you proposed to Sara, I can see that happening. Plus, you two have a kid together." Mick said and observed Sara, who toyed with her food awkwardly, not meeting anyone's eyes. There was something really wrong and he just needed to know. But inside him, he had a feeling that he would know pretty soon.

After many hours of talking and laughing, Mick, Lisa and Lori left, agreeing to meet over at Star Labs because Barry insisted that they all gathered together in Christmas. Finally, having tidied the dishes Leonard sat in the couch with Sara sitting in his lap with her legs sprawled and her hands around his neck.

"Sara?" Leonard asked and Sara softly hummed against his neck. She would have answered, but she felt so warm and safe in Leonard's arms. She lifted her eyes to look at him and he smiled down at her. "You know that it's after midnight, so practically it's Christmas. Happy birthday."

He leaned down and pressed his lips to her and felt the blonde smile to the kiss. Leonard didn't believe that he could have this amount of happiness in his life, even in his wildest dreams. He could have never imagined being so in love with a reincarnated assassin and be engaged to her. And as much as he wouldn't admit it, if it wasn't for Rip, he would have probably never met Sara. The two people that he owed this relationship to, were Laurel Lance and Rip Hunter. Weird.

"Thank you, Len." She answered and pressed her lips to him once again. "And since it's now Christmas, it's only right that I give you my gift." Leonard lifted an eyebrow and Sara knew the exact nature of his thought at that moment. She slid off of his lap and walked inside the hallway, only to return a moment later, with a lean box that fitted in Sara's hand.

She gave it to him and he stood up to look at her, confused. Okay, this couldn't be something big. He unwrapped the bow and looked up at Sara once last time, before opening it.

Inside layed a single pregnancy test. Leonard stopped moving as his eyes drifted to the panel which said: "Pregnant".

His eyes widened and when he met Sara's gaze her eyes were full of tears, some of which were already rolling down her cheeks.

"Are you..?" he managed to ask and all Sara could do was nod once. Sara was pregnant. She was pregnant with his child. Inside of her was his child. He was going to be a father. And then a smile broke in his face.

Sara sweared that that moment, she hadn't seen Leonard smile more brightly in his entire life. He set the box with the test at the sofa and took a step closer to Sara. Tears were still rolling down her cheeks and he brought his hands up to wipe them with his thumb. She looked at him, her blue eyes shining from the tears. Without a warning he lifted Sara in his arms and wrapped her in a hug, twirling her around as she laughed with pure happiness.

"We are going to have a baby." He whispered in the crook of her neck as he kissed her collarbone. She wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him closer to her body and smiling.

"We are." Sara whispered back and Leonard pulled back only to place his hand to her still-flat stomach.

"Sara." He said as he sat in the couch with his fiancé wrapped in his arms securely. She was looking at the Christmas tree, the bright light illuminating-their light solemnly lighting the both of them. "This is the best Christmas gift that you could have ever given me."

Next year, Leonard spent his Christmas day at home with his fiancé and his daughter in his arms and from that day, Leonard understood the meaning of Christmas.

Christmas meant hope; it had meant rebirth and a new life. And now Leonard had found it in his growing family.

THE END.

[wordynerdygurl]

The Queen & The Jester

An Eddie Munson x Female Reader “Choose Your Own Adventure” Story

Author’s Note:  Start HERE!

You Don’t Go with Eddie to the Hideout

“I don’t know.  My mom, she picks me up and-”

“Gotcha.  Maybe some other time then?”  But he hadn’t moved away.  You were still looking directly into his darkening eyes, your will power eroding with every second that passed.

“Yea.”  Weak in the knees, you could only sigh a response, hoping that Eddie would understand the conflict you were experiencing at his all encompassing presence.

“Like tomorrow night?”  His chord calloused fingers twirled a strand of your hair, tugging gently, to ensure that your focus was entirely on him.

“Tomorrow night?  What-”

“I’mma take you out tomorrow night.  Sound good to you, princess?”  His voice was too gravely, too gritty.  It had a texture tough enough to rub you raw.

Nodding, you husked, “Ok, sure.”

The face splitting grin was back, “Great!  I can’t wait.”

Pushing away from the wall, he winked at you before walking up to Keith, selling weed out of his black lunch box.  When it was all sorted you heard him call out, “Later, dude!” before heading into the Indiana night.

It was a sleepless one for you as you struggled to process what it was exactly that you had agreed to.  Eddie was going to take you out.  Eddie Munson.  Eddie, the guitarist of Corroded Coffin.  Eddie, the DM of Hellfire Club.  Eddie who had read your story and thought it was good.

Eddie.

When you woke up, still foggy from the never ending cycle of nervous thoughts the night before, you still couldn’t believe this was real.  There was no way that he was going to show up, not really.  Preparing yourself for disappointment, you spent most of that morning working on school stuff, pushing the idea of your supposed date out of your mind.

So you had pulled a skirt out of our closet?  So what?  That didn’t mean that you actually thought Eddie was going to show up and whisk you away.

At dinner that night, even your mother noted that something was off, “Honey, is everything alright?  You’ve barely eaten your chicken.”

It was true.  You’d been poking at the boiled, bland, skinless breast on your plate without once lifting a fork.  The green salad with no dressing had met the same fate.

Clearing her own empty dish, your mom chided you, “Ya know, boys prefer a woman with a narrow waist but you still need to eat something.”

“I guess I’m not hungry.”  But that wasn’t the whole story, was it?  Your stomach was in knots over the idea that Eddie was going to show up at your door, or, worse, that he wouldn’t.

From where she stood, hovering over the sink, your mom carried on, “I think you can do it, darling.  I think if you stick with the diet, the weight will just-”

Jumping, you both whipped your heads toward the front door, where a loud knock sounded throughout the house.  You were on your feet in seconds, dashing for the door as quickly as possible, “I got it mom!”

And out of breath, you pulled it open only to find Eddie Munson himself, waiting on your stoop.  Wearing a clean, solid black tee-shirt, sans band name, his signature ripped jeans and the ever present leather jacket, you could see that he had put some effort into his clothing choices.  There was a spicy scent hovering around him, familiar and a bit formal, Old Spice?  No, Jovan Musk for Men.

“Uh, you didn’t think I’d show, did ya?”  Looking you up and down, Eddie saw the comfortable shorts and baggy Garfield shirt you had thrown on when you had convinced yourself that this moment would never happen.

Before you had a chance to answer, mom was bumping her way closer, demanding to know, “Who is it?”

Stepping to the side, motioning Eddie Munson into your house, you looked between him and your obviously flustered mother, announcing, “Uh, mom, this is… uh, Eddie.  Eddie, my mom.”

Still not believing what she was seeing, you mom touched her hair in a frazzled way, “Honey, you didn’t tell me we were going to have company.”

“I didn’t-”

Cutting you off, Eddie took your mom’s hand, shaking it slowly, “It’s my fault.  I didn’t tell her what time I was going to stop by, so uh, ya know, don’t blame her for my mistake.”

“Well, Eddie, it’s nice to meet you.  Can I get you something to drink?”  Slipping seamlessly into hostess mode, mom showed your guest to the living room.

Raising his eyebrows in your direction when she wasn’t looking, Eddie grinned devilishly, “Ya know, I would love a drink.  Maybe a Coke?”

“Is Diet ok?  I only keep diet soda in the house on account of-”

You talked over her, not needing Eddie to hear your mom rant about your weight loss attempts, “Mom, I’m going to run upstairs.  Are you ok down here?”

Placing a frosty can in front of Eddie, who she had installed at the fancy couch in the formal living room, your mom slid into the seat across from him waving you on, “We’re fine!  I’ll just get to know your friend while you get ready.”

As you shut the door to your room you could hear Eddie’s low pitched murmur followed by your mother’s light laughter.  Like it or not, he had a way with the ladies and your mother was clearly no exception.  Taking a steadying breath you got to work.

It wasn’t fancy.  No, the outfit you’d picked was just stuff from your closet, but you felt like it showed off your assets in a flattering way.  The skirt was denim, short, but easy to style with your white Keds.  For your top you’d grabbed the black and white striped button-up, tucking just the tails in before blousing it over your waistband.  Your belt was the same neon pink as the star shaped earrings you wore and as a last minute addition, you clipped on the silver necklace from your dad, its little heart charm hanging low on your throat.

A spritz or twelve of hairspray and two of Love’s Baby Soft finished things nicely.

Were you going to grace the cover of Seventeen?  No.  But this was Indiana, not California, so you figured you were ok.  And, since you had no idea what Eddie had planned, this outfit was as good as anything else you might have selected.

By the time you made your way downstairs, you could tell your mom was wild about Eddie.  She was standing by the arm of the couch, showing him pictures of you as a baby, “Wasn’t she just the cutest thing?”

Groaning, “Mom!  Stop!  Please?”  Your eyes widened emphatically, trying to impress upon her the wholly uncool thing she was doing.

“Oh, it’s fine.  Eddie doesn’t mind, do you?”

“I definitely do not.  Wait-” looking back down at the photos, finger tapping on one laminated page, “Is this you in a mouse costume?”

Your mom nodded proudly, “Halloween, seems like ages ago… Wasn’t she adorable?”

“I kinda think she’s adorable now.”  It slipped out of his mouth so casually, so calmly, that you couldn’t believe it. 

His words hit you right in the stomach, fluttering fast enough to take the wind out of you.  Mom covered it nicely, saying, “That’s so lovely to hear.  She really is a good girl.  Chunky, but sweet.”

Standing now, Eddie reached for your hand, his silver rings heavy against your fingers, “Peanut butter is chunky.  Our girl is better than that.”

You could have kissed him right then if it wouldn't have been the weirdest thing to ever happen in your house.  His words made your mom blink in confusion, hearing herself for the first time, maybe.  And when you didn’t stop him or disagree, Eddie added, “Thanks for the Coke- eh, Diet Coke.  I promise to have her home by sunrise.”

Without another word, Eddie nudged you towards the front door with an eager but gentle shove at your lower back.  He hadn’t given your mother the chance to argue and, stunned, she could only follow along in the wake of Eddie’s exit, leaning against the door frame, “Ok, well, be good!  Have fun!  And, uh, be good!”

“I will mom.  I promise.”  And you let Eddie open the van door for you as you waved goodbye.

When he was behind the wheel, he turned to you with the softest expression on handsome face, “You look amazing.”

Heat climbed through you, burnishing your cheeks and making you bite your lip, “You do too.  Seriously.”

“So pretty.”  You sat still as Eddie’s right hand came up to caress your cheek, the perfect size for nuzzling into which is exactly what you did, just like last night in the record store.  His hand was warm and strong, not pushy or prying, and you waited there a second longer just enjoying the touch Eddie provided.

Exhaling a sweet sigh, something like happiness bubbling out of you, you met Eddie’s eyes with your own, “Right back at ya, Munson.”

Tittering at that, Eddie brushed his thumb under your jaw, holding you there for another beat.  How did this happen?  How had Eddie gotten to this place, with you, so cute and so curvy, in the front seat of his van?  Shaking his head as he broke away, you questioned him, “What?  What is it?”

“I just don’t know how I got so lucky, ya know?”

Giggling, you pulled at your seat belt, a sure signal that you were ready for whatever adventure lay ahead.  Eddie put the van in reverse and suppressed his urge to put the pedal to the metal.  After all, he had precious cargo in the van now.  Cargo that deserved to be protected.

One thing about you, Eddie was realizing, was that you didn’t ask a lot of questions.  For example, this whole car ride, while he was weaving in and out of town, buzzing down backroads, you never asked him where he was taking you.  Instead, you let your hand hang out of the open window, catching the wind in your fingers as if you were flying.

It was enchanting, frankly.  So innocent, so simple.  So you.

And you, well you felt lighter than you could remember.  Safe, as you knew Eddie wouldn’t do anything to hurt you and when you put Hawkins in the rearview mirror, free.  Eddie must have sensed it too, saying, “You seem, I don’t know, different tonight.”

Twisting in the seat, you offered a sincere smile, “Do I?  Maybe it’s the company?”

Playing up the moment, Eddie pressed a hand over his heart melodramatically, “Me?  Little old me?  Why, I do declare!”

Snorting, you knocked him with your elbow, “You’re too much, Munson.”

“I am, aren’t I?  Lucky for you, that’s just enough.”

You were staring at the way his expressive eyes squinted comically when you noticed the van slowing down, “What are you up to?”

“Oh, nothing honey.”  But the cheshire cat smile he gave you made you think otherwise.

It was a road house.  A squat, tumbled down building way out on the scenic route and you could hear the music from inside before you ever left the van.  The smell of cheap beer, sawdust and grease drifted past you on the breeze.  Eddie, slotting his fingers between yours, pulled you inside the dark, underlit night spot.

No one asked for your IDs.  No one seemed to care, really, as you two glided into a worn out booth near the makeshift stage, you on the inside where Eddie kept his arm tightly around you.  Flagging down the waitress, he ordered you each a beer, “And some fries, ok doll?”When your server had retreated, you risked a look around, questioning, “So, what is this place?”

Surprise registered on his face, “Really?  A girl like, who knows so much about music and you don’t know about this place?”

“No-” you laughed loudly over the jukebox, “-Where are we?”

“Doll, this is The Slip On In.  It’s where any act that’s gonna make it plays when they come to Indiana.”

You had heard of it, of course you had, but it hadn’t ever occurred to you to visit.  “Wait, are you telling me that that stage is where-”

Sitting back, smug and satisfied that you understood why this place was so important, “All the greats, sweetheart.  And uh, there’s a new band hitting the stage tonight.”

“Anyone I know?”  But Eddie’s reply was a mysterious smile and those raised eyebrows.

As if on cue the rest of Corroded Coffin filtered into the bar, finding you and Eddie in an instant.  Fidgeting nervously, you tugged at your skirt and fluffed your hair, keen to impress Eddie’s friends.  Putting one of those big paws over yours, Eddie made sure he had your full attention, “You’re here and you are with me.  I got you, babe.”

“Ok, alright, yea.”  You were psyching yourself up, overly aware of your size and shape.  Eddie sensed the shift in your confidence and nudged you with his shoulder.  He didn’t like how inside your head you got, especially when you felt like you weren’t pretty enough or whatever.  It was wild that you could ever see yourself like that, particularly when he could barely keep his eyes or his hands off of you.

Under your breath you repeated Eddie’s words, “I’m here and I’m with Eddie.  I’m with the band.” 

Just hearing it made his heart swell, a lump rising in his throat, when he had the most amazing realization, “You know, you’re my first groupie!”  Barking out a surprised laugh, leaning his forehead to yours, Eddie pressed a small kiss to the corner of your mouth before the guys descended.

Hellos were quick and their collective nervous energy was palpable, but you didn’t think they had anything to worry about.  There were about twelve people in the place, counting the band, so any mistakes wouldn’t be broadcast too far.  Still the boys couldn’t keep quiet,  “And they’re paying us!  Can you believe it?”  Gareth wasn’t able to keep the excitement out of his voice.

Listening to the boys talk about the set list, their gear, all the things that made their little band so personal was a trip.  You laughed and joked, easing into their musical world with rock trivia and encouraging words.  No one would have guessed that Eddie was touching you the entire time.

Sometimes it was a hand on your thigh, skating higher and higher before dipping under the hem of your skirt.  Other times it was a grip on your waist, needy and hot, or around your shoulder so that you could drop your head into his neck and whisper into his ear. 

When Jeff forced his way onto the bench, you were pushed back, almost into the wall. But Eddie found a way to make the most of it, curling his arm behind you so his thumb could stroke the underside of your inner arm and the side of your breast.  The sensation was so new, so tantalizing that you stopped speaking for a second, just long enough for Eddie to tease, “What’s the matter sweetheart?”

“Uh, oh, nothing.”

“You sure?  Doesn’t seem like nothing.” he taunted, licking his lips as he looked your way.  That’s when you decided that two could play this wicked game. 

Now, you weren’t entirely inexperienced.  You’d gone to summer camp, you’d touched and been touched before, but teasing was something different.  Figuring that what worked for you would work on Eddie, you let your hand drop to his lap, under the table top and immediately felt him sit up straighter.

Tapping against the heavy denim on this thigh, you were nodding your head, looking to all the world like you cared about Jeff’s arcade glory story.  In reality, you were solely focused on rubbing your hand higher and harder along the inseam of Eddie’s jeans.  Brushing over the swelling heat of his bulge, he jumped at the touch, and you couldn’t resist cooing in his ear, “What’s the matter sweetheart?  Nervous?”

Biting his tongue, you saw his eyes cloud over with want, fresh and feral but were saved by the bar owner calling the band to the stage.  As the fellas filed out of the booth, Eddie lingered long enough to shake off his leather, draping it over you, “So everyone knows who you’re here with.”  Then he leaned so close that you thought he was going to kiss you but at the last second he tilted his head with that devilish grin and clicked his teeth, “Be good, ok, princess?”

“Yes sir.”  It was a husky hummed response and you heard Eddie groan before reluctantly tearing himself away from you.

The Slip On In waitress kept you supplied in cold bottles during the twenty five minutes that Corroded Coffin took over the stage.  That the bar went from twelve patrons to twenty five was no small feat and you had to admit that what they lacked in finesse the band made up for dedication.  Eddie, who you found yourself staring at unabashedly, was actually amazing on the guitar and you were getting into the riff and rhythms of their small song collection because Corroded Coffin didn’t suck.

Whooping and clapping after every tune, Eddie would find you from the stage, raise his eyebrows and then attack whatever track was next on the list.  Seeing him up there, strutting and strumming, was, well, sexy as hell.  The heat from the crappy floor lights made his sweat filled bangs cling to his forehead, his curls tightening from the moisture.  Sticking to his back, the black shirt he had on just accentuated his tattooed arms and tightly tendoned wrists. 

You had an unexpected mental image of those furious fingers playing you and clenched your abs instinctively.  It made you remember how those same fingers felt when they held your hand.  Or traced over your arm.  Or glanced over your bare leg.  A shiver created by the ghosts of those touches passed through you, settling in the small space below your navel.  Biting on your bottom lip you batted your eyes Eddie’s way and were rewarded with a flick of his tongue and a roguish wink.

Too soon the guys were playing through their final song of the night and you were practically jumping up and down cheering for them.  You waited, as patiently as possible, for Eddie to place his beloved guitar into its case before rushing to his side, “Oh my god!! Amazing!  You were so good!”

Hugging you to his sweaty side, Eddie brushed his lips over your forehead, “You think so?”

Pushing out of his grasp, you nodded emphatically, “Holy shit, it was so great!  And you, you can shred Munson.”

Forcing his hair out of his face, Eddie’s smile widened, his cheeks almost crimson at your compliments, “So, I’m more than a pretty face then?”

Giggling, you rose up on your toes, pulling his face down to your own with both hands, “You’re a rockstar, ok?”

Grinning widely, he snagged you tighter, his lips against yours tasting like beer and salty sweat.  Lifting you off your feet, Eddie spun you around, the adrenaline from playing for a crowd, for playing in front of you, giving him extra momentum.  When he finally set you back down, breathless and panting, you leaned against him, not wanting to be far apart.

“Sorry I’m so gross.”  He pulled at the sweat soaked shirt he was wearing looking a little sheepish.

Laying your cheek over his heart, you wrapped your hands around his waist, “Don’t be, I kinda- like it.”

“Yea?”  Shredded from the singing and jumping around, Eddie’s voice was raspy and raw but that made it sexier somehow. 

Nodding, you looked up at him through your lashes, “Totally!”

“You two gonna do it here on the floor or are we going for food?”  Gareth hollered into the bar to get your attention.

To you, Eddie explained, “It’s a ritual.  We go to the diner, eat shitty food, talk about the same stuff all night long.  Is that something you’d be up for?”

You kinda wanted to ditch the guys, after all it was a date, right?  But you answered politely, “I mean, if you want to, I guess-”

“But?”  Eddie could tell you weren’t being totally truthful.

“But I was kinda hoping to have the lead guitarist of Corroded Coffin all to myself.”

Squeezing your ass affectionately, Eddie swung his head around, yelling now, “Fuck off fellas.  I’ll see you at Hellfire next week.”

It earned him a couple of birds from the boys, but they were already halfway out the door by the time Eddie had made his announcement.  Settling the tab and grabbing his stuff, you were only a step behind him as you made your way outside and into the inky blue Indiana summer night. 

Climbing into the back of the van, Eddie made sure his guitar case was securely settled so no harm could come to his baby.  From the passenger’s seat you could see how precisely he moved, clipping and strapping the case into place before clapping excitedly, “Yes!”

When he didn’t immediately rejoin you, you craned your neck around, curious as to what was keeping him.  Your eyes nearly popped out of your head at the sight of Eddie, kneeling on the dingy carpet, his stage shirt pulled up to reveal a trail of dark hair balanced with the perfectly placed tattoos that littered his chest.  Gulping down a hard swallow, you were practically drooling at the way the tendons in his forearms flexed, and how his guitar pick necklace laid so gently over his heart.

“See something you like, princess?”  His hair had fluffed out in odd angles but made him seem more angelic for the messiness but that didn’t stop him from calling you out.

Cotton filled your mouth and you stammered, “Uh… um… what?  What?”

“You’re staring, babe.  Makes me think you like what you see.”

Recovered enough to squeak, embarrassed and you covered your eyes, “Eddie, I-”

“Wanna come back here and help me?”

Peeping at him through your fingers, you smirked, “Help with what, exactly?”

Still on his knees, his legs spread wide, Eddie beckoned you by crooking his index finger, “I have an itch.”

Climbing between the seats, you ducked down to keep from banging your head into the roof, standing over the handsome boy who had crashed into your life.  “An itch? Really?”

Digging his fingers into the soft curves of your hips, gazing up at you adoringly, Eddie lifted his shoulders, “Ok, so there’s no itch.  I just really want to put my hands on you.  How about that?”

Sinking down to the well worn rug, still wearing Eddie’s jacket, you tsked, “At least you’re honest, Munson.”

In a flash Eddie’s hands had moved from the swell of your waist to the curve of your ass, squeezing you closer.  Moaning into his mouth, your tongue tentatively licked over the border of his bottom lip, running along the smooth line of his teeth.  Slipping the leather off of your shoulders, Eddie laid you down on the well loved garment that smelled like cigarettes and weed and dime store cologne, his scents surrounding you.  A hand, one that had so recently slid along strings, now yanked your shirt free making it easier for Eddie to grab at your silky skin.

Damn, you just felt so good under him.  The way you dug your heels into the crappy carpet to push your body closer to his, your skirt revealing more and more of your succulent thighs, was making Eddie wild.  Fumbling with your button, his normally dexterous fingers kept slipping, making you whine, “Please, Eddie… Need to feel you!”

And then his hands were on you, massaging one full breast, over your simple bra, your nippled hardening from the temperature and the touch.  Eddie’s lips never stopped moving, licking and sucking a line from your collar bone to the curve of your ear where he whispered hotly, “Oh you need me, Queenie?  Need this joker to touch that pretty body of yours?  Make you cry for me?”  When his teeth bit into your tender earlobe your back arched off the floor as your hands latched onto his broad shoulders.

“I do.  I do. I do.” It tumbled out of you, your own high pitched song, full of neediness.  Eddie’s palm planed over the plush hill of your tummy and you sucked in a breath, your flustered face finding his in the wane light from the lot where you were still parked.  He kept his brooding gaze on you when he slowly undid your pink belt, making you bite into your lip to keep from cursing at his deliberate dallying.

You felt the snap separate, the zipper opening one crooked tooth at a time, until Eddie harshly tugged at your waistband, “Hips up, my lady.”

It was a bit awkward but you helped Eddie shrug the denim skirt down, an electric thrill charging you at the rough feel of his hands on the little touched skin of your calves.  He saw it because of course he did and lightly trailed his fingertips over your lower legs, only stopping when he reached your knees.  Bending them swiftly, Eddie’s pelvis was pressed to your own, the weight of him reassuring.

And your touch became more insistent.  Memorizing the slope of his shoulders, the well muscled landscape of his back, the meaty curve of his ass.  You found his back belt loops and hooked your fingers on, tugging his body tighter to your own, earning you a broken curse, “Jesus H. Christ!”

He was so hard that for a second he thought he might bust through his jeans.  Uninhibited, worry abandoned, your eyes heavily lidded from the heavy petting, Eddie couldn’t imagine a more satisfying sight.  Bucking your hips into his again, the blood rushing directly to his straining cock, Eddie could tell how much you wanted him and it made him feel powerful.

But with power comes great responsibility and he was responsible for ensuring your pleasure.  Taking your hands in his, Eddie shook his head at you, his voice demanding, “I’m here to serve my Queen, don’t forget.”

Extending your arms, you made to reach for him again, “Yea, ok.” willing to agree to anything if got his lips back on your body. 

When he stopped you again, your chin dropped, a pout making your bottom lip poke out, and god, he wanted to suck that plump protrusion.  Resisting the temptation, Eddie leaned over you, placing your hands on the center console of the van, his tone stern, “These stay here, got it, princess?”

While you didn’t remove them, you did question, “Why?  I wanna touch you, Eddie.  I wanna feel you, too.”

Swallowing hard, tossing his wild hair off his shoulders, Eddie basked in that beautiful comment for a second before replying, “I know you do, sweetheart, but like I said, I’m here to serve you.”

You didn’t understand, not even a little bit, but when Eddie’s head dropped to your overtightened nipple, sucking hard, you didn’t care anymore.  A sound came out of you, not a moan and not a yelp, more like a squeaky cry of caving into his attention and Eddie wanted more.  Shifting your bra down so that the cups were bunched up under your heavy breasts, Eddie feasted on your tender flesh.

Drawing harshly against your nipple then a gentle bite or a tongue bath to soothe away the hurt he caused.  A free hand stretching the other side, twisting it with a pinch before circling the pebbled peak, making you mewl like a tiny, hungry kitten.  You knew there would be bruises.  There were bound to be bite marks and hickeys, but that was a problem for tomorrow.

If you were this worked up from his fondling, what were you going to do when he licked your pussy, he wondered?  Eddie needed to know.  Kissing lower now, pecking a trail over your stomach, the muscles there seizing at the attention, Eddie froze right over your panty line.

Blinking up at you, his eyes wide, Eddie exhaled, “You smell so fucking good, Queenie.  So god damned delicious.”

The raw hunger on his face made you run over red, “Eddie, come on… “

Nosing into your cotton covered core, Eddie inhaled deeply, “I mean it.  You’re like sweet peaches on a summer day, and I bet-” but he didn’t finish his sentence, choosing instead to shift your panties to the side, letting his pointer finger run along the puffy seam of your lower lips, “-You are.  You’re so fucking wet baby.  Is this for me?  All this mess is for me?”

He sounded so proud.  So pleased that your body wanted him so badly.  Huffing out a hot breath, wanton and waiting, you cried, “Eddie, quit teasing me, I need-”

“Oh, believe me, darling, I know what you need.”  Your panties were left hanging off on foot because Eddie couldn’t be bothered to remove them all the way.  Parting your slick folds with his thumbs, Eddie blew a stream of air across your hot, wet core, just to watch the way shook.

His first lick was long.  Long and slow, starting from the bottom of your cleft and climbing nearer to your swollen clitoris with every excruciating second.  Then he did it again and again and just when you were about to scream for mercy, his tongue circled your clit once, making you shudder.  Your legs tried to slam shut, your thick thighs wanting to trap him there until the job was done, but Eddie kept a firm grip on you, holding you open so that his soft plundering could continue without interruption.

You were so wet.  So unbelievably responsive to every touch from him that Eddie was lost in time for a bit, savoring the flavor of you on his tongue without considering how crazy his languid pace was making you.  Breaking his rule about hands, yours found his long locks, fisting the dark strands roughly, “Enough, Eddie… please?”

Without answering in words, Eddie sucked hard at the oversensitive bundle of nerves begging for attention, making you shriek his name, your legs quaking violently.  Releasing you with a ‘pop’, he kissed your inner thigh, grinning with pride, “You already begging, baby?”

Grunting, you pulled his mouth to yours, tasting your secret self on his lips.  You worked his handcuff belt buckle open, scratching your nails along his tummy before reaching straight into his pants.  Eyes rounding widely, you chuckled wickedly when your hand met the throbbing hardness of Eddie’s cock, “Oooo, hey big boy!”

Helping you now, Eddie shucked his pants, his steely length already dripping with excitement.  You grabbed for him again but Eddie stalled your movement, rolling up onto his knees between your own as he stared down at you, his hand working his shaft in metered motions.  His tongue was caught in his teeth, a look of concentrated longing on his handsome face. 

You wanted to touch him, you wanted him to touch you.  Not understanding, you threw your head back in frustration, when he spoke soft and low, “You are so fucking beautiful.  Look at what you do to me.  See this?”  He rubbed over the curved length, driving into his hand deliberately, his eyes locked on yours, “I can’t promise to go easy on you, Queenie.  So if you wanna stop, you gotta tell me now.”

A haughty laugh left you, your eyes rolling, “Just fuck me already, Munson.  I can take it.  Swear to god!” “I hope so, babe.  I sincerely fucking hope so.”  Falling into you, his overhard rod resting across your weeping center, you wiggled your hips angling for some friction.  Chuckling smartly, Eddie gripped your thighs hard enough to leave lavender bruises and pulled you directly underneath him, “Need you closer baby.” was all the explanation he offered, sloppily kissing over your chest and neck.

You felt him there, right where you needed him most, and the cool metal of his rings guiding the tip of his steely length into you caused you to shiver in his arms.  He couldn’t look away, staring at the spot where your bodies met, you so soft and him so unbelievably rigid.  Lowering his pelvis, dipping into your velvet vice, it was Eddie’s turn as he shakily hummed, “So tight, Queenie.  You’re so tight for me.”

“Oh God, Eddie!  I need you, babe.  All of you!”  Your head was thrown back, hair spread out over his leather jacket, your neck already littered with livid marks, his marks.  He had your legs hooked over his hips, your ankles meeting at the small of his back, eager to engulf him in your satiny walls.

With a snap of his hips, Eddie slotted himself inside you fully, making you whine out his name.  Below him you rocked up, wanting his thrust, his drive to take you over the edge, but Eddie stilled inside of you, panting hard, “Need a minute, princess.  Hold on, ok?”

Barely coherent, you nodded, cupping Eddie’s face in your hands.  The need to see him, his sweat sheened brow, the chocolate sweetness of his eyes, was all encompassing.  Electric, the kiss that passed between you was all teeth and tongue, his mouth doing to you what his body was about to: ruin you.

Eddie was a musician at heart and he played you like a fine guitar.  When he pulled back, just enough to wiggle his fingers over your straining bud, you felt like there were a thousand guitar strings thrumming inside of you.  Every steady stroke allowed you to feel the veiny thickness of him from the inside, your body clenching rhythmically in reply, hitting notes together that you could never reach alone.

Clawing into his back, you flexed against him, wanting to feel Eddie as deeply as possible.  The over-wound strings of your arousal tightened, your keening getting loud enough that Eddie laid a hand over your mouth, grimacing tartly, “Hush, don’t need everyone to know that I’m giving it to you so good in the back of my van.”

Moaning into his palm, you nodded, “But I’m so close.  Gonna cum, Eddie!”

“Oh yea?  Pretty little Queenie?  You gonna cum on my cock, huh?”

Small, tiny, you made a weak sound in the back of your throat, “Yes.”

“Yea?”

“Uh huh!  Oh God!  Oh Shit!”  And your strings snapped viciously as Eddie drove into you again and again, the wave of your climax pulling him under with you with a strained shout.  Stars crowded your vision as you felt the power of Eddie’s pulsing release filling you, his breath catching as the unexpected force of his passion reached its pinnacle.

For a beat neither of you moved.  Still connected, you could feel every twitch of Eddie’s body, every ragged breath.  Weakened from the effort, Eddie wasn’t able to leave the snug, squeezing sleeve of your sex.  His forehead rested against yours just breathing you in.

You brushed sweaty strands of hair from his face, trailing a finger over his full lips before booping his nose, the silly gesture making you both giggle, “Oh, I can, I can feel you laughing- down there!”

And your body’s automatic response was to grip his recently drained cock with every chuckle, making him grint his teeth, “Shit, me too!”

Swallowing hard, Eddie slowly pulled himself free of you flopping down at your side before dragging you into his arms.  Resting your head on his chest, the sound of his heartbeat a soothing one, as his hands stroked your hair sweetly when he started to laugh.  A deep rich, rumbling laugh that bowed his back off the floor.

“What?  What’s so funny, Munson?”

Pressing a small kiss to your forehead, Eddie explained, “I never go to the library at school, like, ever.  And the one time I do-”

Catching on quickly, you sigh sweetly, “-You pick my notebook.  Then me, is that?”

“Yea, yes.  So I gotta make sure I thank Miss Donahue.”

Murmuring your confusion, “Why’s that?”

Looking down his chin, Eddie answers quietly, “If I write a book report that’s good enough, she’s gonna pass me.  Let me fucking graduate.  Finally.”

“So you were looking for a book?”  It was starting to make sense; running into him, him finding your writing.

Reaching back for his t shirt, using it like a pillow, Eddie replied, “Yea, I figured I’d reread The Lord of the Rings but-”

Sitting up quickly, a hand to your mouth, surprise on your face, you could hardly believe what Eddie was telling you.  “But it wasn’t on the shelf and it wasn’t checked out.”

It was Eddie’s turn to sit up, his hand running up your arm, needing to keep touching you, “Right.  How do you know that?”

“Because I was reading it before-”

“Before you bolted?  And-”

“And I accidentally took it home with me-”

“After we collided!” 

Sharing a long laugh, you almost couldn’t believe it was true, but somehow it made perfect sense.  Eddie, the first to sober up, threaded his fingers with yours before raising them to his lips, “I’m glad we bumped into each other.  You’re like, so amazing and tonight-”

Squeezing his talented fingers with your own, you agreed, “Tonight had been… magic.”

Handing you your top, Eddie’s cheeks colored as his tone got serious, “Listen, would you ever consider… could I uh-”

Cupping his jaw in your hands you pressed a kiss to those pretty pouting lips, “If you don’t call me, I’m never giving you The Lord of the Rings so you won’t be able to pass English.”

Tugging you into a big bear hug, Eddie rested his forehead on yours, “Sounds fair to me.”

The Next Day:  Arwen & Aragorn, Continue Here! The Next Day:  A New Notebook, Continue Here!

[my-dear-my-love-my-best]

I DIDN'T ASK HER ANYTHING RIP JDKSJW 😭😭 TOMORROW IS GOING TO BE THE DAY, YES OR YES

yesterday i sold snacks at school, i saw some teachers passing by, and i had hopes of seeing Lavender. then i saw her hugging a friend of mine, i don't know why but i got kind of sad… as much as i want, i can't just simply hug her. my classmates are friendly with her, and so do i, but my intentions are different, that's why i think it's not "appropriate" to hug her, you know what i mean ? :( ok so, i thought she would come to my stand, but she didn´t. i think she didn´t even see me :(

before the class started, we talked :) she asked me how my snack selling went, and i was like ??? OH MY ?? SHE SAW ME ?? :D. but this girl is DUMB, she can't talk properly in front of her tc. Lavender recommended me what to sell and god EYE CONTACT, INTENSE EYE CONTACT. NO BLINKING. ZERO BLINKS. I WAS LOOKING INTO HER EYES. SHE WAS LOOKING INTO MY EYES. ohhh she had cute eyeliner, it was green 🥺🥺

SHE EVEN SUBTLY INVITED ME TO DO MY SOCIAL SERVICE WITH HERRRRRRR but i didn't really say anything, since i'm already doing it :( but it would be a dream to do it with her :))) . i said i was hungry so she advised me to prepare lunch (such as fruit) #LavenderAdvice she cares about her students

anyway, after that we only presented so we didn't have a class, when that happens, she sits in students' seats JHGFD SHE SAT A FEW DESKS BEHIND ME 😭😭😭😭 so i couldn't really see her :( (i sit at the very front)

i was the first one and she encouraged me to do it :) i was verrrrry nervous so i didn't really want to be the first one. and not to brag, but i was the best ??? YES BECAUSE I DO THAT FOR HER, I LOVE DOING THINGS FOR HER ♥ (also for me lol). she didn't say my nickname, i was waiting for that moment u_u.

in the end, she said some words of encouragement and that being scared doesn't help us, yes, I got that, Lavender

things that happened (not much rip):

she asked me about my snack selling, but i thought she didn't see me 🥺

kind of invited me to do my social service with her :)

she cares about her students and it SHOWS

i really didn't see her since she was behind me

encouraged us (actually me… since i told her i was nervous and i was shaking) to stop being afraid and take confidence in ourselves ♥ :)

ok so my plans for tomorrow !!!!

ask her about her master's degree graduation

tell her about a dream i had JSSJKDJSKD 😭

I REALLY WANT TO ASK HER ABOUT DOING MY SOCIAL SERVICE WITH HER, it would be some kind of ultimate DREAMMM, CAN YOU IMAGINE THAT ???

am i going to talk to her about this??? i don't think so because I'M CLUMSY, i'm going to try my best 👁️👁️ for real,, i have to at least talk about her master's because i know it is very important to her. but why ? why am i so shy ? WHAT A COWARD in love

[nella09archive]

Marriage. 98

Chapter 98: random day in April

“That’s the 5th one this month!” That’s what me and Goten woke up to. We sleepy walked into the kitchen, and saw mom screaming at dad, and holding an orange cloth. Dad probably rip apart his gi again. I said morning to them, and saw that Goten was trying to get mom’s attention. Mom told us good morning, and told dad they will finish this argument later. As we ate breakfast, mom asked how was school. Turns out me and Goten started our spring break at the same time. “So, what are you boys going to do?”

“Can Marron and Trunks visit to play?” Mom was quiet for a while, but then said yes. “Yay! Can they come today?” Mom again said yes. “Awesome. I better finish breakfast.” We all smiled at him, then mom asked what I was planning to do.

“I don’t know. Probably work on a few arguments for the upcoming debate tournament.” Both of my parents looked at me with ‘oh’ faces. Then dad asked what was a debate tournament. “It’s like a big argument between my team and another. The subject for this tournament is benefits or disadvantages on teaching children martial arts. My team are on the side of the benefits, and as the team captain, I have to present.” Everyone looked impressed. Dad looked happy, while mom has a mix emotion face. “Since Videl is on my team, she’s going to be helping out with getting my points together.”

“When is the tournament?” I looked to dad, and wonder if he was genuine wanting to know.

“The week after spring break. So, that means next Monday.” He smiled and told mom to make sure to remind him. That he would actually want to be there. It felt like my cheeks burned, as I got happy at that idea. After breakfast, mom made a few calls, and I contact Videl. When she came over, we went straight to my room to prepare.

…

After I called Bulma and Krillin, to bring the kids over, I had a matter of speaking with my husband. Lucky for me, he was still sitting at the table. “How many times I told you to be careful? As much as I love sowing and making things, doesn’t mean you should rip them without a care! For goodness sake Goku! It takes a lot of work to repair your gis.” He kept saying sorry, and he’ll try to be more careful. “Oh, what am I saying. You won’t be careful, even if you tried.” I let out a frustrated sigh. “You could at least try to make them last longer. Please.”

That’s when I finally noticed he was standing next to me. “I’ll try harder to be careful. You know I don’t mean to rip them.” I pouted and looked away from him. I felt a hand on my shoulder. And him whispering in my ear. “You could always come with me.” I felt my cheeks burn at that comment. Before I could respond, there was a knock at the door. “Looks like the kids are here. Do you mind if I spar with Krillin for a bit?” Not like he has to ask me for permission, but it made me happy that he does. I gave him a quick kiss on the cheek, and told him yes. He kissed my forehead, and said thank you.

As I watched him open the door, I couldn’t help laugh at him almost being knocked down by running kids. Even Krillin laughed. He then waved a quick hi to me, before leaving with Goku. Then Bulma finally walked in, with 18. “Would you ladies like some tea?” They said yes, and I went to heat up some water. We were sitting at the table, watching the kids play pretend. It was such a cute moment.

“So, what are your plans for your birthday?” I looked to Bulma, and told her how I was just going to spend with Goku. Maybe find a nice spot to start farming. “So, boring. If you want, I could always get you a spa day.” I try to tell her that was not needed. “But I insist. Besides, when was the last time you actually went to a spa?”

“To be fair, I never gone to one. Never had the money. Nor thought it was needed.” Both ladies has a shock expression.

“That’s it! You’re going to the spa with me and 18 tomorrow! Goku could stay with the boys!” I was in shock, and was going to decline the offer, but Bulma was already on her phone. Once she hanged up, she looked over at me. “The appointment as been made. And it’s going to be for a full 3 days. On top of that, you can’t escape. Don’t worry about the cost either, or feeling indebt to me. Out of every female I know, you definitely need this. So, start packing. We leave after lunch.”

“WAIT! What? That’s too soon. I have things to do.”

“Stop making excused. Better yet.” She turned to face the kids. “Trunks!” Trunks ran over to her. “You behave. Me, and the other mommies are heading out. We won’t be home for a few days. So, don’t cause any trouble.”

“What about dad?”

“What about him. Just behave, and when you’re ready to go home you could always ask uncle Goku or uncle Krillin to take you home. Or.” She looked over to me, and had an evil smile. “You can stay here the whole week.” He then jumped up and down, asking if she meant it. “Yes.” He then ran off to tell Goten, and then Marron walked over to 18. She asked if that also meant she could stay over too. Oh boy. Goku and Gohan are going to have a lot on their hands. What you mean by that? Your wife is going to be taking a little trip, and you’re going to be left with the kids. Kids? You mean the boys? No, I mean kids. As in Trunks and Marron are staying over. There was a silence, and just like that Goku and Krillin appeared; asking what was going on. “We’re taking Chichi on a spa trip. You can handle the kids till then.” And without warning, 18 grabbed me, and we left. What just happened?

…

Did my wife just get kidnapped? I looked to Krillin, and he doesn’t seem the bit surprised, or affected by what just happened. “Well, about time.” He then looked over to me. “Don’t give me that look.” Right now, I was dumbfounded and confused on what just happened. I call for Gohan to come down, and tell him that Chichi was kidnapped by Bulma and 18. He too says it was about time. I’m about to ask why, when he ask if that means that I was left in charge. When I say yes, he cheers, and runs back upstairs. Did I miss something along the way, because I’m just completely confused.

I looked to Krillin, for some type of answer, but he’s talking with Marron. Turns out, she’s staying too. Krillin starts to laugh, and then leaves. When Gohan comes back down he’s wearing his training. When Goten sees him, he runs to his room to change. What am I in for? “Dad, does that mean we could do the thing?” Thing? He looks sad that I don’t seem to remember. “You know. The thing we always do when mom left us alone.” That’s when I cheered up.

“You sure we could do it with everyone?” He nods his head. “Don’t you have that debate thing to worry about?”

“I already did everything like a week ago. Videl was just going to help me prepare for any random questions. But we have enough time.” He then started bouncing up and down. “Come on dad! This might be the only chance we got to do this.”

“Fine. But what about Videl?” His face had a shade of pink, before he said that Videl was like mom. In the way that she dresses to be ready for anything. I couldn’t help snicker at that, and his face became redder. “Ok. But you can’t help her.”

He looked disappointed at that. “Aw, come on.” I was now laughing, as everyone gather around us.

“Ok, we’re going to play a little game. And if you break anything you lose.” Everyone, but Gohan, looked puzzled. “We’ll start outside. Follow me.” Everyone ran to put on their shoes, and met me in the front yard. “Before I tell you what’s the game, I have to ask. Other than the boys, do you girls know how to use ki?” Marron said a very positive yes, and Videl said only enough to fly. “Well then, do you know how to hide it?” Again, Marron said yes, and Videl shook her head. “In that case, we won’t play with the original rules. The game is simple. Ki tag.”

Videl ask what was that. And to everyone surprise, but mine, Gohan hit her with a weak blast, and yelled that she was it. Then everyone else ran away, into the forest. “Wait, that’s not fair.”

“Looks like you’re going to have to learn quick, if you want to win against them.” She looked dumbfounded. “Did Gohan teach you about ki?” She nod her head. “Can you bring it out easily?” She nods her head. “So, you should be fine. Would like a quick demotion?”

“Yes please.” I held out my hand, and formed a small ki ball. Then I told her to try it. It took her some time, but she finally did it. I nodded my approval, and then she grew an evil smile. “Ready or not Gohan, you’re going to be it.” With that I saw her fly off to find him. Oops, I forgot to mention no flying. Oh, well. Too late. I mentally tell Gohan to do it, and he agrees.

…

After a game of ki tag, we finally called it a time out. Videl looked so proud of herself, that she was able to get me three times in a row. On the way inside, you can see even the squirts were beat. Now time for something three of them wasn’t prepared for. Dad’s cooking. Trunks look like he was ready to vomit, and Marron begged if she could stop eating it. Videl was the only one who didn’t complain, but sure look like she wanted to. After dinner, I volunteered to clean dishes, but Videl beat me to it. So, not fair.

We were now in the den, taking turns at playing a video game. Before long there was a knock at the door. It was Krillin, and Vegeta. They only came to drop of clothes, and then leave. Then Videl got a call from her dad, and she asked my dad if she could stay the night. “Please.” She was practically bouncing as she begged dad. Dad try to calm her down, as he said that she could stay. “Thank you!” She then told her dad she was staying the night.

Once I helped dad settled the kids to bed, me and Videl went to my room. I told her she could sleep on the bed, that I didn’t mind the floor. But she kept insisting that wouldn’t be fair. We ended up having a pillow fight, and the winner gets to decide who gets the bed. It was all fun, until she played a dirty trick on me. She tripped me, and got on top of me. She still was hitting me with the pillow, but from this view I was left stud. Well, only for a moment, but long enough that she claim to be the winner. “No fair.”

I flipped her, and now I was hovering over her. When I did everything just froze. She looks so beautiful. I poked her nose, and she poked me back. That lead to another pillow fight. Soon after, we ended up sharing the bed. It felt nice having her snuggle against me. I could get use to this feeling.

The next morning was slightly embarrassing, for both of us. Not only did I wake up to a scent, I smelled on Valentine’s day. I was also woken up to extreme tightness between my legs. It never been this tight before. When my body was finally becoming more aware, I came to realize how Videl and I ended up sleeping. She had a leg wrapped on my hip, and it made it that she was slightly pressing on to me. I trying taking deep breathes, as I tried to remove her leg. Only for her to tightly her hold. She moved slightly that created a madding feeling. I really need to get her leg off, and get a grip.

Thankfully, I hope, she finally woke up, as I finally got her leg off. It took her a moment. But when she opened her eyes, and looked at me, she made a shock expression. She then quickly turned around, and started hugging herself. I don’t know what to do. I was starting to panic, till she turned back around. Her face was all red, and she looked to be… angry? The only thing I could think of was to say sorry, I don’t know why. “Hug me.” Uh? She was pouting, and her face still red. “I said, hug me. You jerk.” In a panic I just hugged her, and hope whatever is happening would turn out for the best. After a couple of moments, we finally calm down, and got ready for the day.

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The moment we arrived at the spa place, I wanted to make a run for it. But 18 had a strong hold on me. After Bulma checked us in, we were given our room key. Then we went to this room, where they gave us white cotton robes. So far so good, I guess. I was wrong, when I found out I had to walk around naked in this. Oh, no! I can’t do that. To top it off, most of the people, who were going to give us the spa treatment, were a staff of all males. Oh no! No! If Goku knew he would flip.

I try telling the girls I can’t do this. Or to at least find a female to give me a spa treatment. “And here I thought you were straight. Guess you go both ways. Don’t worry, I could always give you a massage, if you like.” Bulma winked at me. Why is she doing this to me? Doesn’t she get that Goku even catches a whiff of another guy on me he flips out. Just thinking about it reminds of the time I told Goku what Li did to me. Goku got so angry, and it took me everything to stop him from doing something, every time he saw Li. Or even that one time, a month into our marriage, we went shopping. And some guy was calling me pretty, and touched my hand. Before he could even kiss it, Goku had punched him into the wall.

Oh, how could I forget the time we were getting exam, and most of the doctors were male. He almost killed one for just getting close to me. At that, it took forever for me to explain what was going to happened. That he wouldn’t let anyone exam him, until I was done. He wanted to keep a watchful eye on the doctors. I better keep calm, or else Goku would come. I don’t want him causing a sense now.

As I was escorted to a room, I was told to lay on this weird table. I had to be on my stomach, and that a towel had to cover my butt. What made it uncomfortable was that the room smelled nice, and that there was just one table. Why did 18 and Bulma got to share a room? I don’t like this. But I am glad the guy left the room, and said to let him know when I was ready.

Once I did what I was told, I felt really uncomfortable. For starters, I’m pretty much naked, and my breast aren’t allowing me to lay flat. I have to use my forearms to be comfy. But none the less, I called out to the guy. When he came in, he had taken off his button-down shirt, and was just in a tank top. He was also holding a bottle. I got to keep my guard up. Can’t get too relax.

The moment I felt something cold touch my back, I wanted to scream. But soon I felt warm hands touch me. I felt them rub my back. Every muscle was given attention to. He even comment how he doesn’t get that many clients as define as me. I actually felt flatter. Soon those warm hands turned cold. At least Goku was able to keep his hands nice and toasty, just the way I like it. Then the guy warned me that he was going to put hot rocks on my back. All I felt were warm rocks. “I thought you said it was hot.”

“But Ms. They are.”

“They’re cool, not hot.”

I heard him chuckle. “You’re strange. Usually clients are begging to take the rocks off. So how about a hot towel?” I agreed to that. But even that was cool. “Wow. Are you used to burning sensations, that you no longer can tell what’s hot?”

“Probably. I might have my husband to thank for that.”

“You’re married?” He sound both surprised, and disappointed. I asked why. “That blue hair Ms. said you were a mother of two, but never mentioned you were married to the guy. Or even still with him.”

“What’s it matter to you?”

“You’re hot. One of the hottest clients to walk into this office. And I seen my fair share of beautiful woman.” I don’t know if I should feel flatter or enraged. But small talked ended there, and he went back to what he was supposed to do. After that ‘message’ I wouldn’t say I was relaxed. More the opposite. I was more on edge. I tried the sauna, even that was a joke. Fire Mountain was hotter than this. Even my Goku would complain that this was too cool. I really did get spoiled by him. I couldn’t help smile at that thought. His back rubs are always nice. It even became better when he goes super sayian. He knows just how I like it.

Just thinking about him got me into a happier mood. When this is all over, I’m going to ask him to give me a full body massage. Just as I was daydreaming that, Bulma and 18 walked it. They commented how this sauna was way hotter than all the rest. And when Bulma saw the temperature she asked how was I not being cooked. “Take enough boiling baths, and you’ll get use to it.” Then I got curious. “Don’t you take showers with Vegeta?”

“Not often. Mostly due to our schedules. Or he would shower in the bathroom by the gravity room, before he comes to bed. Why?”

“Was just curious. Me and Goku always try to take at least one shower, or bath, together every day. It’s kind of became our special time.”

“What do you mean by that?” I looked over at 18.

“Well.” Now my body was burning up. “It kind of just relaxes us. And we tend to get mad if one of us misses it. This one-time Goku had a full tantrum, and dragged me back to the bathroom, so we could bath together. He was upset that he missed his chance in the morning, and when he found out he missed the night time, he was mad. No matter how many times I tell him that it was ok, he still didn’t let up. And then one day, I missed it, and I even threw a tantrum.” I couldn’t stop giggling at the memory, of me and Goku arguing over the fact we missed bath time together.

“You two are weird. Do you do it the shower? Is that why you two like it so much?” Bulma and 18 were now the ones giggling, as I turned away from them. I kept trying to say that wasn’t the case. It only made them laugh harder. The rest of the time was spent on sharing our favorite moments with our husbands. Before long we had made it to our room, and that’s when I remembered I didn’t have any clothes. But Bulma surprised me with a full bag of clothes. But what they were made me feel mortified. No way Goku would approve of this. Maybe if we were alone, but not out in public.

I find that thought funny. I thought I was being a proper lady by staying cover up, and only letting my husband see me. Then when witnessing our married couples, the wives are either showy, or improper. Which I was starting to think was so unfair. So, one day I chose to wear something more casual, that showed a little skin, Goku was mad the whole day. All I was wearing was a spaghetti string tank top, and a skirt that reach my mid-thigh. Goku was not only mad that I choose the outfit to go to a public place, he was also made at how I looked. I thought he was calling me ugly, but instead he was calling me beautiful and that only he should be able to see it. I felt so flattered and loved that day, that I didn’t care what anyone thought of my traditional outfit. Not only was I a proper lady, I had a husband that values me.

Chichi? Aw, my Goku sounds sad. Yes hon. Do you know when you’re coming back? No, sorry. But I miss you. I miss you too. Can I come over to at least give you a good night kiss? I felt my cheeks burn at that. I quickly took note of what I was wearing, and the fact I was sharing a room. Sorry, hon. No good night kiss. But. Fine. But when you come home, I want my kisses. Both the good morning and good nights. And I want a full body massage. Deal. Now enjoy your little get away, for now. My Goku can be such a spoiled brat when it comes to me. Well, so I am, when it comes to him. As I try to sleep, I gently rub his mark, and it feels like he’s here, hugging me to sleep.

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After I saw Videl try to go find Gohan, I quickly tried to sense where Chichi was. Even if I couldn’t be with her, I at least want to know where she was. When I found her, I took note on the energies around her. When I felt she was in a place that had a lot of male energies, I became enraged. I had half a mind to go and find out where this place it. But I was quickly stopped, by a panicked Goten, who was running from Trunks. Whoever those male energies are, they better not touch my Chichi.

After I set the kids to bed, and watched Gohan and Videl head into Gohan’s room, then did I let my uneasiness take over. I wonder what Chichi did all day. I wonder why she was surrounded by those energies. Since Gohan was still up, I mentally told him I was going for a quick walk. The moment I stepped out the house, I flew at top speed to where I felt Chichi.

She was currently in a room, with Bulma and 18. She was just sitting on the bed. We had a quick little chat, with me leaving out that I was watching her. Once I saw she had fell asleep, I flew back home. Once I was in bed, I hugged her pillow. I don’t know how I was able to fall asleep. The next day, I noticed that Videl and Gohan faces were beet red. Their scent weren’t all over each other, and what I could see, no markings anywhere. So, I’ll save him from me questioning, for now.

It’s been 4 days, and Chichi was finally coming home. When she walked in, she was ambushed by Goten. Once he let her go, I picked her up, and carried her in my arms. I couldn’t help burry my nose in her neck, as I told her that I missed her. But that’s when I smelled it. It went from a loving welcome home, to a carry over my shoulder moment. The moment we entered our room I asked why she has another man’s scent on her. She tried to explain this whole spa thing, and how most of the workers were men. But I felt she was hiding something from me. “Tell me Chichi.”

She looked ready to cry. “Promise me you won’t get mad.” I told her I promise. “Well, at the spa, we had to naked most of the time.” I could feel my muscles starting to twitch. “Of course, we wore robs, and even towels, especially to keep certain body parts cover. But when they are to give you a back and leg massage, you’re basically laying on a table, with only a towel to cover your butt.” Now not only were my muscles twitching, so was my face. “I did ask if there were any females to give me my massage, but there wasn’t any. And so, a guy had to give me the massage.” I could feel my jaw tighten, the more she told me. “Goku! You said you promise not to get mad.”

“Did. They. Touch. You?” I saw her gulp, and that put me on edge.

“No one touched me in those areas.” I started to calm down, but I did notice she was looking away.

“Chichi.” She wrapped her arms around my neck, and tried to give me a kiss. “Chichi.”

“One guy tried to, but I didn’t let him. I knee him in the jaw. He tried to touch.” There was a pause, as I saw her trying to say what she was going to say. “When he was giving me a leg massage.” If Chichi wasn’t holding me, I would have walked out, to go to this spa and find out who tried to touch my wife. Chichi was tried really hard to give me a kiss. “Don’t get mad at me. It’s not my fault. Give me kissy. I miss you.”

Since we still was by the door, and reached behind me and locked it. “I’m going to give you much more than kissy.” Her worried face, soon became an excited face. “Get you butt on the bed, and let me give you a proper massage.” She giggled as she almost skipped to the bed. “Clothes. Off. Now.” I could see the eagerness in her moments, and was getting me excited. She was down to her underwear. “All clothes.”

“But you usually like—”

“I said. All. Clothes.” Her face became red, as she smiled while taking off her bra and panties. She eagerly asked what’s next. “Lay down how you did that the spa.” Saying that word makes me sick. She laid down, but used her forearms to lift her upper body a bit. “Why you do it like that?”

“The tables are so flat and hard; it hurts me when I try to lay flat.” I took off my shirt as I approached her. I even asked how they had the towel. “It covered just on top of my lower spin, and a little way past the bottom of my butt.” I placed my shirt as she describes it, and I could feel my blood boiling. The way she looks, she’s barely covering anything. From certain angles I could see a lot, and that is pissing me off.

“You’re never going back there again.”

She just giggles. “I agree. Besides, for a place that supposed to relax a person, they sure failed at it.” I asked her to explain. “What they considered hot, was super cool, almost cold, to me. I could thank you for that.” Uh? I was left confused, but happy. “Mr. If I could bath in lava I would.” That got a chuckle out of me. “I mean it. You pretty much spoiled me. I even found it funny how the men there tried to show off their muscles. But nothing can compare, or even come close, to my Goku.”

“Oh, really?” I light touches on her back. “What else?”

“You give better massages, since you know how to hit all the right spots. Ah. Like you’re doing now. Mm. The fact you even use ki to massage me, is a nice touch. Oh! Goku! AH! Stop teasing me!” Couldn’t help it, as I nibble between her shoulder and applied pressure to her lower back. “I still don’t get why Bulma even made me go.” That’s when I pulled away, and she let out a small whine. “Please don’t stop. You’re actually making feel more relax than that sorry excuse of a spa.” I smiled at that, as I continue to rub up and down her back. As I continue working her back, the more relaxed she looked. It was even me feel at ease.

As I continue, I make sure to give each muscle the attention it deserves. Soon I got Chichi humming her approval. “Was the back and leg massage being the only thing they did?”

“There was other types, but I chose not to do them. They also offer bikini and full body waxing, and hot oils. Even something about skin piling. That sounded weird. And stuff I could easily do at home.” I ask what was waxing; it sounded weird. “Bikini waxing is when they get rid of the hair around the private area.” At that I stopped my movements. “Don’t worry, I didn’t take the offer. It sounded weird, and I felt uncomfortable with it having to be done by a man.” I started working on her legs. That’s when she said a shock ‘oh’. “Goku! We have guess downstairs.”

I couldn’t stop laughing at that. “No we don’t. They left the moment I started taking you upstairs.” She asked how. “I heard Gohan telling everyone to get out. Then I even felt he, Goten, and Videl leave the house. So, we’re all alone.”

“Oh great. You probably caused a sense, and Bulma and 18 are not going to let it go. Oh great. So, embarrassing. And them teasing me during the whole trip, didn’t help either.” She sounded so sad, and worried. I can’t have that.

“Would you like to go to a hot spring?”

“As a family.” Not what I had in mind. I saw how her shoulder turned red. “Goku! I don’t plan to leave home any time soon. I don’t mind going out, but I have everything I ever need at home.” What you mean? “I have my sons, that I love taking care of. I have a wonderful husband, that spoils me to no end. And I have the luxury of the peaceful country side.” With that I thrust two fingers into her, surprising, wet core. Well, not really that surprising. “Ah.” I drop kisses between her shoulder blades. “Mm. This is exactly what I mean.” I licked and suck the area I been kissing. “You spoil me.”

“You spoil me, too.” I then take my fingers away, and pull back. She whines and ask why. She’s pouting at me, and whining. I can’t help lick my lips. I then give her behind a firm slap, and she ask for another. Who am I to deny her? Before long I’m thrusting in her, from behind, while rubbing up and down her back. She comments how I’m all she ever needs. “I feel the same way.” She soon begging for me to go harder and faster, but I don’t want to. I’m going to keep going at a slow pace. “Wasn’t the goal to relax?”

I hear her snicker, as she agrees. “In that case, turn up the heat. I’m starting to feel cold.” She laughs as I raise my ki around us. “Ah. Much better.”

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Ch97

[carolap53]

May 12, 2022

Does It Really Matter if I Read God’s Word Today? LYSA TERKEURST

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“so is my word that goes out from my mouth: It will not return to me empty, but will accomplish what I desire and achieve the purpose for which I sent it.” Isaiah 55:11 (NIV)

Do you ever get overwhelmed when you sit down to read your Bible?

Me too … especially when I’m feeling worn down and worn out.

When we’re in these desperate places, it’s easy to simply want God to rain down “right now” wisdom full of answers and solutions for what’s breaking our hearts. But spending time in God’s Word actually offers us so much more than quick fixes. You see, the Bible doesn’t just give us instruction for today — it also plants wisdom in our hearts for the future.

We see this powerful truth in Isaiah 55:10-11 (ESV), which says:

“For as the rain and the snow come down from heaven and do not return there but water the earth, making it bring forth and sprout, giving seed to the sower and bread to the eater, so shall my word be that goes out from my mouth; it shall not return to me empty, but it shall accomplish that which I purpose, and shall succeed in the thing for which I sent it.”

This water imagery would have been quite significant to the people of Israel. Because of where they lived, they were heavily dependent on seasonal rains for water. Water simply wasn’t as easily accessible to Israel as it was for other nations like Egypt with its Nile River.

The Israelites’ need to depend on God for physical sustenance and satisfaction served as a continual reminder of their need to depend upon Him spiritually as well.

They didn’t just need the rain for immediate relief for themselves or nourishment for their plants. The rains served a dual purpose — enabling the crops to flourish for food that year as well as enabling the crops to produce the seeds necessary for the following year.

The water provided not only sustenance for the present but assurance for the future.

How like the Word of God.

Scripture, like rain, brings us immediate nourishment and refreshment for our present circumstances, (Psalm 19:7-10) and it also waters seeds to sustain us in the future. (Isaiah 55:10) God already sees everything coming our way, and that means He knows exactly how to begin preparing our hearts today for tomorrow.

I’ve seen this to be so true in my own life.

Recently, I was at a women's gathering where I was about to walk out and study the Bible with others. And just minutes before, I got a call that ripped my heart out of my chest. The news absolutely devastated me … but I also had an assignment before me.

So I took a deep breath.

I wiped my tears.

I whispered the one shred of truth I could remember from Bible verses that had been on repeat in my mind: God is faithful. Living water for my soul. (Isaiah 55:10-11; John 7:38; John 4:13-14)

Then I turned to my friends who were with me and said, “This is what it looks like to walk in the strength of the Lord. Never forget this. He is always faithful.” I stepped into studying Scripture and was astounded by the power of the Holy Spirit that poured out.

I don’t tell you this to highlight my own strength because frankly I didn’t feel like I had much at that moment. But if you’re asking yourself, Does it really matter if I read God’s Word today? … remember that storing Scripture deep in our hearts prepares us for the most unpredictable moments. The unforeseeable circumstances. The moments that take our breath away, leaving us no other option but to trust God to carry us through.

So friend, let’s open God’s Word today. Whether you feel like it or you’re not sure you can, even if it’s just one or two verses, read Scripture. And more than just reading His words, we must choose to receive them. Even more importantly, we must live them.

Because the more we apply God’s teaching to our lives, the more it becomes part of us. For today. For one day. For every day.

Lord, when I feel worn down and tired, help me to be intentional with spending time in Your Word. Let the truth on the pages sink deeply into my heart and remind me of who You are, even when I am faced with difficult circumstances. When I don’t know what to do, I know I can rely on You. In Jesus’ Name, Amen.

[darling-i-read-it]

May Queen

Pelle x reader

Word Count: 3.7k

Warnings: being indoctored into a cult, murder, suicide, basically the plot of midsommar

Author’s Note: This can be seen as a sequel to ‘Hug’ or it can be read on it’s own!

yeah i was a little excited that you guys wanted this one lol I don’t know if you can tell. I’ve seen this movie enough, it was about time I did something within the events of the film. I also referred to the script so some of the lines will be familiar! I hope you all enjoy!

Requested: by anon, omg your pelle fic wow; would you consider doing a sequel to it that either takes place during the events of the film or just before they arrive at Pelle's commune?

Requested: by anon, I would LOVEEE to see a sequel with pelle cause that was a pretty good fix and I think he deserves a bit more attention, I personally would like to see something happen during the events of the movie just because I think it would be interesting to see but that's just me

I don’t own these characters. They belong to author/director/creator

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“You think that Pelle asked you to go just because I’m going?” Dani asked, messing with her fingers. You were standing beside your bed, packing your suitcase slowly. Dani had already packed; she didn’t like to be unprepared.

“I don’t know...maybe he thought you would enjoy yourself more.”

“You’re acting like I’m the one who’s been dating him for these couple of months,” she told you. She was sitting on the bed, looking up at you. You nodded a bit, putting another pile of clothes inside.

“I know. I guess I’m just nervous. Meeting his whole group, going to where he grew up. I mean. I really like him. What if I fuck it up?” She shook her head and reached over to grab your arm. You looked her in the eyes.

“He really likes you. I can’t remember the last time Christian looked at me the way that Pelle looks at you.” Her eyes were honest. It made you feel bad. You should have gotten her to break up with Christian when you got the chance. But it was too late now; you were all going to Sweden.

“I suppose you’re right. Per usual.” She smiled weakly.

“Finish packing.”

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Pelle almost wanted to tell you about the whole thing. When he was on the plane, it crossed his mind to let you in on the whole scheme of things. The May Queen, the festival, all of it.

But he bit his tongue. That was tradition.

You arrived in Sweden well and took the trek up to where the first stop was. It was beautiful. Truly, it was stunning.

Pelle held your hand the whole way until you arrived at the first spot. There were people around the grassy hills, scattered around. Pelle got out of the car.

“These are other people from America that my friends have brought!” he exclaimed. He gestured to the many people around. You looked around, gazing at the nice afternoon. He grabbed your arm and started to drag you along.

“Hey, don’t rip it off!” you joked and he eased up.

“Sorry, I’m quite excited!” You smiled sweetly at his happiness.

“Me too!” He approached some people and started to introduce them when a man behind you started to yell. You turned around quickly, surprised at the loud noise. Pelle turned around too and his smile only grew.

“If you’ll excuse me,” he said and then ran over to the approaching man. They embraced each other, hugging tightly.

“Everyone, this is my brother Ingemar. Ingemar this is Christian, Dani, Mark, Josh and my girlfriend, Y/N,” Pelle said. Ingemar followed where Pelle pointed, shaking hands with everyone. He paid special attention to you, his smile getting wider. You could tell that he and Pelle were related.

“Nice to meet you all. This is Simon and Connie from London,” he said, gesturing to the others behind him. “Simon and Connie this is Pelle and...all the names I just remembered two seconds ago,” Ingemar said laughing. Simon and Connie said hello. “Perfect timing by the way.”

Ingemar pulled out a bag of mushrooms from his pocket. Your eyes went wide.

“We just took these five minutes ago. Haven’t even started feeling the effects yet,” he explained.

“Oh shit!” Mark said, happily.

“Do you all want to take it now or should we get settled in?” Pelle asked.

“Fuck it, let’s take it now!” Mark said. You weren’t too sure about that. You trusted Pelle and everyone of course but in the new environment...it rubbed you the wrong way. Thankfully, Dani turned to speak to Christian about it.

“I think I want to get settled in first.” Christian was about to speak but you cut him off.

“Me too. You guys go and have fun, we’ll keep each other company,” you said. Pelle turned to you.

“Are you sure? I assure you it’s safe,” he said in a soft voice. You smiled kindly and put a gentle hand on his arm.

“I know! I just wanna get settled. Dani and I can handle ourselves, I promise.” He gave you a longer look, just to check that you were alright and then nodded. You turned back to Dani who grabbed your arm desperately.

“Thank you,” she whispered. You nodded.

“No thank you.”

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It wasn’t until the next day, Dani’s birthday, that you were able to get on further. You and Dani played some card games that you had brought with you while you waited for the effects to wear off for everyone else.

Christian came over to sleep beside Dani, still high. Pelle came over to you and braided your hair and then unbraided your hair, making very long sentences that didn’t make sense to whisper in your ear.

But when you arrived at the commune it was bright and sunny. Pelle rushed around, hugging people and introducing you and the group to everyone. You were able to get some blankets to sit on the grass, while everyone got their things together.

There was a group of girls dancing around in circles, wearing all white.

“You should go join,” Pelle suggested, gesturing to you and Dani. She shook her head a bit.

“Oh no, I’m too scared,” Dani said sheepishly. You nodded in agreement.

“Maybe another time.” Christian stood up.

“Hey can I join…” he started turning to Pelle.

“You’re American. Just jam yourself in,” he said. Christian nodded and walked away. “I think I’ll join him,” Simon said and was quickly followed by the rest of the group except you, Pelle and Dani. There was a moment of silence as you watched them go.

“Hey, just real quick,” Pelle said, digging for something in his pocket. He took out two pieces of paper and handed them to you and Dani. You both opened them to reveal gorgeously drawn pictures of yourselves wearing flower crowns. “For you Dani, think of it as a birthday present. For you Y/N, I imagine it’s a thank you present.”

“Oh Pelle,” Dani said. “It’s beautiful, thank you.”

“Thank you for what?” you asked, brushing your finger over it. He smiled and shrugged.

“Just a thank you.”

“Well thank you for it,” you said. “I got Dani a new sweater. Christian forgot.” Pelle raised his eyebrow and you shared a look.

“I forgot to tell him...it’s my fault,” Dani explained. You shook your head.

“I tend to disagree,” you muttered. You folded the picture back up and put it in your pocket. You put your head on Pelle’s shoulders “But I think Christian is rude.”

“Perhaps you are too judgemental,” Pelle mused. “But I tend to agree with you regardless.” You and Dani laughed a bit. “We should probably go and catch up with them in case they get lost.”

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You got settled in in one of the large buildings, plenty of beds against the walls. Pelle was on the bed to your right while Dani slept on the one to your left.

“All right, beauty rest! Tomorrow’s a big day!” Pelle announced. You had one of the books you had brought open on your lap but you looked up at him.

“What’s tomorrow?” you asked.

“First of the big cerinomines,” he said mysteriously.

“So you’re just going to be weird and cryptic?” Josh asked, laughing a bit. Pelle pauses and then took Josh's notebook, writing something inside. You made an attempt to look but it was not a word that you recognized.

“What’s that?” Christian questioned. Pelle shrugged and laid down in his bed. You faced him, on the bed beside him.

“What is it?” you whispered to him. He gave you a teasing smile.

“It’s hard to explain.”

“I will come over there and tickle it out of you,” you threatened. He chuckled and turned around so he wasn’t facing you. But he put his arm back behind him, reaching across the space between your two beds.

You grabbed it and rubbed his knuckles anxiously.

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There was a very odd breakfast the next day but you tried not to judge. You wanted to really appreciate Pelle’s culture and understand it. He had admired you for your understanding and he knew you would make an effort.

That’s why he chose to love you.

You were the obvious choice.

After that you walked out to a cliffside where most of the people were already out and lined up. You were curious to find complete silence. Everyone was silent as it happened and you were able to do nothing but watch as these two elderly people stood up on top of the cliff.

When the first person, a woman, jumped, you grabbed Pelle, putting your hand in front of your mouth. He grabbed you and wrapped his arms around you but it didn’t change the look of serenity on his face.

Simon was standing next to Ingemar yelling as the man approached the cliffside.

You had your face in Pelle’s arms. You were shaking.

“It is the way of life,” he whispered to you. Simon was still screaming. Another elder was talking to him and you could feel Pelle want to move toward them but he stayed beside you. “It is our way of recycling them and their gifts.”

You pulled away from him and shook your head a bit. You met Dani’s eyes. She wasn’t showing much emotion other than shock. You didn’t blame her.

“They’re dead,” you whispered. He nodded and put his hands on your upper arms.

“And it is an honor to have died that way.” You weren’t sure how to feel. You wanted to be understanding, to try and understand him and his ways. You would want that from him. But he should have prepared you more for that.

You walked over to Dani and walked beside her on the way back to the houses.

=====

“I’m leaving,” Dani said.

“I don’t blame you.” She was already packing a bag. You sat down on your bed, head in your hands. You took a deep breath and leaned back on the bed.

“Are you coming with me?” she asked. Her voice was shaking. She was clearly shaken up by all of this.

“No,” you muttered. “I’m not leaving Pelle yet.”

“Not even after that?” Her voice was quiet but it was urgent. You shook your head a bit.

“I just have to talk to him. He should have warned us more, of course but....it’s what he’s been raised to believe is normal. I don’t think I should think of it as a bad thing.”

“We just watched people die!” You stood up off the bed and put your hands on your upper arms, steading her.

“You can go home and I will not blame you. In the slightest. I just think I should stay longer,” you told her. She nodded solemnly. She took a deep breath in through her nostrils and nodded again.

=====

Before bed that night Pelle approached you. You were standing outside of the bed house, leaning against it to try and clear your thoughts. You almost completely ignored him but in the end you locked eyes with him as he approached.

“I’m sorry I didn’t give you adequate warning,” he said sympathetically. He grabbed your hand and held it. “I thought you would understand but I know now that it was wrong of me to assume.” You shook your head quickly.

“I understand it was just...a shock,” you muttered. He nodded and kissed your forehead softly.

“You are completely safe here. I want you to know that.” He looked you in the eyes when he said it. You believed him. You nodded back and gestured to the house.

“Let’s get some shut eye huh? And maybe warn me if we see another person...you know.” You made a slicing gesture across your neck. He laughed gently and nodded, placing a hand on the small of your back and leading you inside.

=====

Dani walked up to you, still distraught but less so. You were standing beside Pelle the next day as he kneeled in front of the ground picking some vegetables. You turned to her as she walked up, ready to handle whatever she was about to throw at you.

“Hey,” you said, taking the step away from Pelle and toward her.

“Hi. Did you see Simon left without Connie?” she asked. You raised an eyebrow and shook your head.

“Seriously? What a dick.” She clearly felt a little bit off put by it so you lowered your voice. “You think it’s weird?” Dani nodded a bit.

“I don’t know...it’s a little weird. They seemed so close.” You nodded. They did seem close.

“I don’t know...something to keep in mind I suppose.” She nodded quickly in agreement.

======

Dinner that night was simple pastries. You were pleased. The last food they had given you wasn’t your kind of taste. You sat between Pelle and Dani again.

“Have you seen Connie?” Dani asked you quietly. You shook your head.

“Excuse me but I know what happened,” a man sitting beside Mark said. “Her boyfriend called the landline from the train station. She begged us to drive her so we took her down to the station.” You nodded slowly, glancing at Pelle. He shrugged, seemingly in agreement.

“Why would Simon leave without her?” you asked quietly.

“I can see you doing that,” Dani muttered at Christian. You wanted to laugh so you turned to Pelle, sneaking a smile. He shrugged with a smile on his face also.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” Christian asked.

“Nevermind.”

“You wouldn’t do that,” Pelle said quietly, so only you could hear. You ate a bite of the pastry proudly.

“You’re damn right.”

======

One of the important books was stolen that night. They announced it at breakfast.

“Where is your friend Josh?” one of the elders asked, after breakfast. You, Christian, Dani and Pelle all stood in front of the two elders, caught like a deer in headlights.

“I know. We have no idea,” Christian said.

“He and your other friend disappear in the same day. You understand how that looks.”

“Yes obviously, but we swear to you we are not a part of this,” Christian said. Dani shuffled a bit.

“We did see Mark go off with one of the girls last night,” she said.

“Which girl?”

“Inga,” Pelle said.

“But Mark wouldn’t have done this. Josh, though, he came to bed with us, and when we woke up, he was gone. And if he did take that book, I just pray you understand we do not identify as friends of his, or collaborators, or anything. I certainly don't vouch for him and we'd be so embarrassed to be connected to this in any way,” Christian explained.

“I feel responsible,” Pelle said. The elders nodded a bit.

“Well you and Odd can go looking. Perhaps you can redeem them,” one of the elders said. You didn’t want Pelle to leave. You didn’t like it when you were separated here. You believed him when he said you were safe but...it was still a little odd. “You two will be going with the women for the day’s activity,” he said to you and Dani. “And Siv asks to see you in her house,” she said to Christian.

You glanced at Pelle as he left. He grabbed your hand and squeezed it, almost saying ‘do well!’.

=====

You and Dani got dressed in white shirts with flower crowns. It made you a tad bit nervous but at least you had her.

She gestured to the drink they were handing out. Cups had been given to both of you to drink it.

“Can I ask what’s in this?” Dani asked one of the girls.

“It’s...tea for the dancing competition.” You raised an eyebrow but took a glass anyway. Dani looked back at you and you shrugged.

“I’ll beat you,” you muttered.

“Try me.”

You both took drinks of the tea.

Your head became fuzzy the second it hit your throat. You hadn’t taken those drugs before hand and you almost didn’t want to do it now but it was already done. Your feet were moving along with the girls, tossing bodies left and right it felt like.

You lost sight of Dani very quickly.

You were running and jumping and laughing until the elder lady yelled to stop then you kept dancing.

Dancing, dancing, dancing, dancing.

Dancing.

It seemed to go on forever. Your mind was hazed, your head hurt, your glances were so quick they gave you whiplash. You were smiling brightly when they announced they were down to the final eight. You finally saw Dani again, in the eight with you.

All of the fallen dancers had sat off on the side. You saw Christian, looking hilariously out of place. And Pelle.

Your heart swelled with love for Pelle. You could barely know anything else for a moment as you stared at him.

You couldn’t see it but in that moment, Dani believed she learned how much she hated Christian.

Then more dancing.

People were speaking and then it was just you and Dani, holding hands, dancing around in a circle, tired and out of breath. She stared at you and a smile went over her face as she held your hand.

And then she tripped. You stopped dancing and someone ran up to you, putting their hands on your shoulder.

“It’s over?” you asked.

“You are our May Queen!” they yelled. You were still hazzed. Each face looked the same. The people running up to you were strangers but you felt nothing but warmth for them. They placed a different flower crown atop your head.

Pelle ran up to you smiling brightly.

“Wow! May Queen, my love!” he said, giving you a strong kiss, both his hands resting on your cheeks. You were smiling brightly and then he was gone. You didn’t want him to go.

They carried you on a platform to a dinner table where you sat at the head, Dani beside you and Pelle on the other side as usual.

One of the elders stood at the end of the dinner.

“Now it is traditional for the May Queen to bless our crops and livestock. And after the luck you just inherited from that salt herring, we should all be doubly encouraged.” You looked around nervously.

“Can Pelle come with me?”

“No. The Queen must ride alone.”

You were starting to come to your own and realize how crazy this all was. How did you get here? How would you get out of here? You found yourself hoping you didn’t get out of here though. This felt like home. Some form of home. As you walked to the carriage you saw a glimpse of the pride on Pelle’s face.

It made you immensely happy.

======

They made you do a ritual in Swedish and you did your best with the limited knowledge of the language you knew. You went to Siv’s house, where she blessed you. You wondered where Dani was. You hoped she was alright. You should have let her become the May Queen. You should have let her win, just so you knew she was alright.

The women left you alone for only a moment where they ushered Pelle into the house with all of the beds where you were. He was still smiling that bright smile as he rushed up to you, hugging you tightly to him.

“You have no idea the amount of honor and pride you have brought to me. I am so very proud of you,” he said, cupping your cheeks. You tried not to get too flustered with your smile in return.

“So I get my picture up on that wall?” you questioned. He nodded pleasantly.

“Yes you will!” He kissed you passionately and you let him, allowing him to dip you a bit. “And you will be allowed to stay here, with the family.”

You didn’t even react. You didn’t feel the need to.

“With you?”

“Yes of course. You will be mine and I will be yours.”

You nodded happily.

“Where is Dani?” you asked.

“She is alright, she’s with the other women preparing. She is also going to stay.” You wanted to laugh of joy with that. “It is time for the final of the ceremonies,” he told you. “You will finally be able to give Christian what you think he deserves, if you wish it.”

He placed an even larger flower crown atop your head.

“And a dress as well, to fit a Queen.”

He gestured to the large flower dress in the room you hadn’t even noticed. He kissed you once more.

“It is time for the final ceremony. I’ll help you put on the dress. Are you ready?” he asked. He looked at you patiently. You nodded.

“Yes, I am.”

[eddiemunsonssoulmate]

Harder than the liquor I pour

Pairing: JJ x Reader

Word Count: 2.4k

Summary: After losing his best friend, JJ has trouble coping with the loss.

Warnings: Mention of alcohol abuse, mentions of panic attacks

Available on: AO3

A/N: Just a short piece because I couldn’t get it out of my head how JJ was gripping his chest during the first episode. Poor boy :(

You hadn’t been able to find him for the last three days.

Three days too many, you were worried about him and had looked all over the island for him.

You checked all of his usual places and he was nowhere to be found. Not even a single sign of him. Hell, you even asked Luke about him but of course that douchebag of a father didn’t know where his own son was at. Something you had expected but the worry in your bones made you do stupid decisions.

The wind was blowing through your hair as you rode your bike through the last bit of light the sun would give you.

The first day that he didn’t answer your text or came to visit you, you thought he maybe needed some space. 

The second day he had been missing you had asked Pope and Kie if they knew anything but they also came up empty handed. Kiara had been grounded by her parents and Pope had been busy helping out his father, both of them trying to deal with the grief in their own way, so they couldn’t help you look. It was unusual but you would just do it on your own then.

Today, on the third day, you grew really worried. JJ was normally obsessed with you, in a good way of course. He kept coming over, wanting to talk to you and even after the loss of his best friend he had been at your house for multiple nights so you could give each other comfort.

And suddenly, no JJ to be found anymore.

You called his name out multiple times, looking left and right of the road, almost hoping you would just find him passed out in some ditch as long as he was alive and you could finally have him in your arms again.

He had been struggling ever since the accident. They hadn’t declared John B and Sarah as dead long after that. It had ripped him apart. You were hurting too but you only joined the Pogues later so you didn’t know them for too long, didn’t grow up with them. You did grow up with Sarah though but didn’t see her often, you had only gotten close when she joined the Pogues too.

You got off your bike, backside starting to hurt from using it all day long. A frustrated sigh left your throat as you pulled around to the Chateau, not in the mood to go home where no one would be waiting for you. Your parents were out on some business trip, thinking you would be okay and they would be back when school started. That’s at least what they had said, who knew when they would really be back.

A frown was forming on your forehead when you saw light at the old house. You threw your bike to the ground and walked over to the entrance, hope swelling in your breast.

“JJ? Is that you?” You asked carefully, not wanting to get stabbed by a robber. Not that there was anything to rob in here. 

“y/n?” The voice came from the bathroom and you walked over there with fast steps. JJ’s voice sounded hoarse and when you saw him, he was kneeling over the toilet, pale as a white wall.

“What happened?” You asked him when you kneeled down beside him. He was just hanging over the toilet, one arm on the top, his face sweaty, hair wet.

“Don’t know, you tell me,” he replied with a stupid grin, eyes half hooded as if he wasn’t really present. A whiff of alcohol came rushing towards you as soon as he had opened his mouth and you coughed.

“I think you had too much, buddy.” You ran a hand through his hair, holding the strands between your fingers for a moment. He was really just covered in sweat. “Come here.”

You reached under his arms and tried to lift him up but he had trouble standing.

“I’m fine,” he mumbled and pushed you away with more force than you expected. You almost stumbled over but were able to keep it together.

“JJ, I was looking for three days for you. Where have you been?” You asked him as you followed his weak figure to the bedroom he used to stay in where he sat down on the bed. Around the room were empty cans of different kinds of alcohol.

“Here, there, everywhere,” he said with a grin and started to giggle. He did act stupid when he had been drinking but you’ve never seen him drinking this much. Normally it was just beer but there was some pretty hard stuff around here and he seemed to have mixed them together in his body.

“You really need to rest.” You chose to ignore his stupid answer, he didn’t seem able to have a normal conversation with you about his whereabouts right now anyway.

“Why?” He asked as if he didn’t know what was going on. As if he wasn’t drunk out of his ass.

“Because you’re drunk as hell, your whole body is covered in sweat, you’ve been missing for three days and you just clogged the toilet with your puke.” You listed these things while trying not to sound mad or worried. He shouldn’t focus on your emotions right now but on his own.

“Oh so that means I need rest? Maybe I just needed to get away for a while,” he said with a shrug and grabbed a full can of beer which you quickly snatched out of his hand.

Within a moment he was standing right in front of you, invading your personal space and looking quite angry. He wasn’t standing straight by any means, swaying a bit.

You clenched your jaw and shook your head. “No more alcohol.”

He growled at you and shook his head, trying to take the can from you.

“y/n, come on. I need it,” he said through gritted teeth and you raised an eyebrow at him.

“Why? Is that what you’ve been doing the last few days? Just drinking wherever you were? It’s not a solution,” you told him with a stern voice, shaking his head slightly to underline your point.

“If you had paid attention in chemistry, you would know that alcohol is definitely a solution.” He grinned smugly at you and this time you were raising both eyebrows in disbelief.

“I can’t even remember the last time you have attended chemistry class,” you huffed out, trying not to laugh out of frustration.

“Maybe I’m just smart.” He leaned down close to your lips but you knew he was just trying to reach around your body so he could get the can from behind your back, so you took a step backwards and heard him growl in frustration.

“You for sure are, I wish you’d acknowledge that more often.” Pope had probably told him that whole solution thing at some point. It at least sounded like something that would come from him. Which didn’t mean that JJ wasn’t smart of course, he really was but often his instinct kicked in before his brain did and he ended up making stupid choices.

“Please, rest,” you pleaded with him and he pouted at you before letting himself fall back on the bed behind him.

His eyes were full of sadness and his face was tired. You felt so bad for him, especially because he would have the worst hangover tomorrow.

“If you don’t, I’ll have to tie you down, you know?” You added the words quickly, not wanting to see the sadness in his eyes anymore. You couldn’t handle it when he was so sad that it was tearing you apart too but sadly, this had been the case too often.

“Fine,” he groaned and lay down, turning his back towards you. 

For a long moment you just stood there before placing the can on the shelf behind you. You then took a few steps forward to him and grabbed the nearby blanket, throwing it over him and putting it up to his neck. 

Suddenly his hand grabbed yours and his warm hand wrapped around yours, cold rings pressing against your skin.

“You gonna stay?” His voice sounded almost unsure but you just let out a little happy snort before giving him a nod which he wasn’t able to see.

“Sure will. Now sleep.” You leaned down and pressed a kiss to his temple. “We’ll talk tomorrow.”

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He had been strangely quiet this morning. You weren’t sure if it was because he felt bad for last night or because he had a massive hangover. Maybe both.

You really wanted to talk to him about last night though. There was no way to avoid it but first, breakfast.

Both of you were sitting on the porch of the Chateau, not saying a word, just eating the food you had prepared.

“Listen,” he suddenly started and put his milk roll down, only half eaten. 

You tilted your head to the side and stopped eating too, waiting for him to say what he wanted.

JJ closed his eyes and took a deep breath before shaking his head and getting up, walking down to the yard. You followed him quietly, not wanting to push him because you knew how he would get if provoked.

Your gaze followed his, looking toward the water.

“I just can’t...I can’t handle it.” He didn’t need to put any context around his words, you knew exactly what he was talking about.

The blonde boy was missing his best friend, his brother and had troubles coping with his alleged death.

You put your hand on his left shoulder and he took his right hand and placed it on yours, enjoying the comfort in silence for a moment.

“Ever since...the accident. I’ve been drinking more than I should. Alone, when the three of you weren’t there. I just tried to kill these feelings inside of me. All this pain.” His words were dripping in pain and if you’d be looking at his face right now, you were sure you could see tears starting to build.

You slightly moved so you stood in front of him, indeed seeing his glassy eyes but he knew he didn’t need to hold back with you. You loved him and he loved you.

“You don’t have to do this alone, I’m right here,” you said and gave him a crooked smile, trying to comfort him somehow even though you knew it would be hard.

“My chest...it’s been aching. Like sometimes when I’m alone and I think about the whole thing.” He put a hand over his chest, right above his heart, gripping his shirt as if he tried to grip his beating heart. “I start to sweat, I shiver, my heart is racing and I feel sick, I can’t breathe.”

You knew that feeling too well even though you’ve never told him before.

“Those are signs of a panic attack, JJ,” you told him and moved closer, pulling him into an embrace. “Drinking makes it worse.”

“Hm.” He only replied with this sound and was silent for a moment before he wrapped his arms around you too, taking a deep breath.

Your brother used to have a drinking problem in his teenage years and soon after, he had one panic attack after another. You had experienced them oneself a couple of times, the feeling of a tight chest, of not being able to breathe.

It wasn’t something you wanted your boyfriend to experience but yet here you were.

“How do I stop them?” he asked you and leaned back a little to look at your face, not letting go of you in the process.

“Breathing, mostly. Don’t fight it. Call me, I’ll be there for you,” you said calmly, hoping your calmness would somehow go over to him.

“I just wish he was here with me. Us. Both of them,” he sighed and you nodded, standing on your tiptoes to press a kiss to his nose.

“We’ll get through this, okay? Together. Kie and Pope too. When school starts we can’t hide anymore and have to face those looks on their faces. That’s why you’ve been hiding so much, isn’t it?” You knew him well enough to know this.

His jaw clenched and you knew you were right. It terrified you too. Those looks of classmates and teachers. Looks that would say ‘They were friends with dead criminals’ and ‘I wonder if they knew that John B was going to kill Peterkin’ even though none of it was true. Some would even feel pity for them. ‘They lost their friends’ and ‘It must be so hard on them’ but to be honest, none of their opinions mattered. Most of them were shallow people anyway.

You rested your forehead against his chest, trying to get rid of those thoughts of the future. Just like him, you didn’t want to think about it but it was important for him to know that you’d be there with every step you took.

“y/n?” He said your name with such tenderness in his voice that it made you smile.

You looked up at him again and found him smiling slightly.

“I’m so glad to have you. You’re the best thing that ever happened to me,” he said and leaned down to place a kiss on your lips, a kiss that you immediately responded to.

It always gave you butterflies when he kissed you. Normally he was kissing you roughly, sometimes he bit your bottom lip but this time, it was soft and sweet and almost pleading you not to leave him. 

You wouldn’t.

“I love you,” you said as you pulled back to take a breath.

“I love you too.” He put a hand on your head, patting it slightly. It was a sweet gesture, one he didn’t do too often.

“So no more drinking? At least not alone and especially not hiding somewhere for three days so I get worried sick, okay?” you asked him, it had terrified you too much, thinking he would do something stupid.

“I promise. I’ll always call you before I want to get shitfaced.” He couldn’t keep himself from grinning a little and you rolled your eyes at him with a grin yourself.

“Alright, let’s get the place cleaned up. No need to leave evidence of your one-man-party.”