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Mutual Help | #14

𝐛𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐞𝐫 𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐭: @kithtaehyung

↳ 𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬; in order for you to pretend to be his girlfriend, he helps you with your sexual desires ⏤ he calls it mutual help

⇢ 𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: jungkook x reader

⇢ 𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞: fake dating au, fluff, angst, smut, slow burn

⇢ 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: explicit language, mature content

⇢ 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 6.9k+

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The front door is shut with Jungkook's leg, his hands too busy fiddling with your dress as he tries to feel you up through the red material. Your mouths are occupied with kissing each other, tingling from the amazing sensation.

You're not quite sure how this all started.

One minute you were stressing over Hoseok on the way to Jungkook's home, whispering furiously to him so the driver couldn't hear you. The next your pretended boyfriend assured you Hoseok won't be a trouble anymore, shutting you with his mouth before you followed his slow but intense kisses.

"We're in a cab, Kook." you reminded him as soon as he pulled away, not too much though. Just enough to catch a breath before he went for another kiss.

"Relax, he's probably seen a lot worse." he said, not giving you a chance to respond or protest. And you went with it, because your dignity wasn't as important as Jungkook's lips were.

The only time when you weren't kissing was when the driver pulled in front of Jungkook's apartment building, while he paid him and helped you to get out of the car. When he did, his hand stayed placed on your lower back as he ushered you inside. Those five minutes in front of the elevator were intense, you both wondering who's going to make the first move. But as soon as that elevator door opened and you stepped in, Jungkook clicked the button on his floor before you both threw yourselves at each other. Your back collided with the elevator wall and you gasped, giving him a perfect opportunity to sneak his tongue in.

And here you are now.

"Jungkook," you whisper, feeling his breath ghosting against your neck.

"Hm?" he hums, sucking your skin there, the tips of his fingers grazing over your exposed thigh.

"I want you." you mumble, nails tracing his exposed collarbones as you wish he'd just take off the goddamn shirt, so you could see his perfectly tanned and soft skin.

"I want you too." he admits, your heart clenching at those words. It's something how he says it, so effortlessly and honestly. He makes you feel wanted without even realizing it.

He dives back for a kiss, tongue swiping across your bottom lip just to bite down on it. Not too harsh, just enough to make you groan both in surprise and lust. You can taste the little of alcohol he had on his lips, and you're certain your own match to his. Surprisingly, you sobered a bit during the ride, whether it was a shock of Jungkook kissing you in a cab where the driver just pretended he didn't hear your lips smooching against each other, or simply of you getting some fresh air.

Although, you're choosing the first reason.

"I want you to fuck me." you say bluntly, staring at his doe and dark eyes which soaks into your own.

His throat bobs at your words, bottom lip clutched between his teeth before he lets it go. "I wanna fuck you too," he says, "But are you sure? We both drank a bit."

Your senses are a little bit slowed down and if it weren't for Jungkook's mouth, your movements would be way lazier than they're now. But you're nowhere near drunk, knowing exactly what you want. And that is Jungkook fucking you.

"Do I look drunk?"

"No," he answers, but still making sure he keeps his eyes on you, checking your expression. "You're cutely affected by alcohol."

Giggling, you shake your head at him, seeing his mouth spreading to a wide grin. "What does that even mean?"

He takes a step closer to you, caging you between the wall and his body again. You can smell his cologne, wondering how he can smell so amazing after hours of being at the wedding and dancing. He clutches your jaw, surprising you by his rough movements as he turns your head to the side, exposing your neck to him. And you expect him to kiss you there, but he doesn't.

"That means," he starts, licking his bottom lip which you failed to see. "that you've stopped drinking just at the right time. Otherwise, I don't think I'd fuck you if you were drunk, especially if it's our first time."

Our first time.

This man is trying to ruin you, and he's completely clueless about it.

"So, are you planning to do it or are you just going to talk about it?" you ask, almost whimpering when his hold on your jaw tightens. He presses his nose against your jaw, inhaling as he chuckles.

"Keep talking and you're going to regret it."

Your core clenches, breath hitching which he hasn't failed to notice.

"Or what?" you press, stomach bubbling with anticipation of what his answer might be.

"Don't tempt me, sweetheart."

"I think I'll risk it." you smirk, amused by those darkened eyes that gives you an intimidating look, sending a rush of shivering down your spine but you don't let it show.

Provoking Jungkook has always been fun. Well, you never really provoked him in this kind of situation. But you find yourself feeling much more thrill and fun doing it now. You want to push his buttons, see what kind of exact person he is when he's clouded with lust and excitement. You managed to see a tiny bit of his dominating persona during the time when he went down on you. Maybe it's the natural curiosity that's rooted deeply inside of you, but you just can't wait to see him during sex. He seems like a person who likes to handle others, showing them what he's capable of. Just the thought of him being rough with you makes your legs tremble. Again.

The growl that erupts from Jungkook's throat is unexpected, before you're being turned around by his rough hands, chest colliding with the cold wall of his corridor. He pushes himself against you, hands groping your ass as your own are sprawled against the plain white wall. He gives you a perfect opportunity to feel his hardening length against the black slacks he wears. Your bottom lip is caged between your teeth, a single memory of his cock in your mouth makes you salivate, and it leaves you whimpering.

"I told you not to tempt me," he spits, lips brushing against your right ear. "But you like to disobey just for the sake of your fun, don't you?" he chuckles, but it's not one of those cute and bubbly ones he usually makes. This one's dark, low and amused at the same time.

You've seen so many different sides of Jungkook, but you barely get to see this one. Which is understandable, he's your best friend after all. Best friend who you have never had any sexual encounters with before. But this is different. This is like the same Jungkook you know, but he's like another person at the same time. It's confusing.

"Jungkook," you whimper, pushing your ass against his bulge causing him to chuckle at you.

"Are you being a needy slut for me?" he asks, letting the question settle into the air as he waits for your response.

He tenses behind you, maybe in fear that he crossed the line with you by calling you a slut. You're surprised yourself, and you never liked the whole degrading thing or someone calling you a bitch for pleasure. However, even though he just called you a slut, there wasn't an ounce of actual seriousness or that he meant it literally, despite how serious he sounded.

Just when a whiny and breathless 'yes' leaves your mouth, it's just enough for him to relax and continue with what he started. The tips of his fingers brush against your thigh, hiking up the dress as his hand disappears underneath it. Your whole body shivers automatically, leaving you speechless of how lack of control you've got over your body.

He traces the hem of your lacy panties, humming in appreciation and before you can dwell on how it sends another set of shivers down your spine, he's hooking finger exactly where your clothed heat is. Your body jumps backwards when he touches your clit, tracing your wet heat with gentle and slow movements. Your ass hits his hardening bulge, and this time you get to feel it more prominent and hardened. This turns him on exactly like it does to you.

He groans, teeth nibbling on your shoulder before he circles your clit. "So nice and wet. All for me, baby?"

Your heat clenches, desperate to feel something inside of you. All you can think of is how Jungkook's cock is going to feel inside of you. Is it going to hurt? You remember how you barely took him in your mouth, feeling the corners of your mouth being stretched for a couple of more minutes after you were done. Not that you regret it, it was worth every second.

When the palm of Jungkook's hand meets your ass cheek, you gasp into the wall. He doesn't have to say anything for you to understand what it was for.

"Yes, all for you." you confirm, voice slightly shaking.

Gasping, you moan right after he enters you with one finger kissing your shoulder. He slowly pulls out, before he enters you with slow strokes leaving you gasping all over again. He adds another one, praising you for being a good girl. You clench around him and he chuckles, but doesn't comment on it.

"That's it, gotta stretch you out." he says, voice raspier than before as he adds another one.

He's stretching you more than at the beginning, and you can feel the stretch slightly burn but it doesn't feel bad. You take his fingers well, clenching around his fingers no matter how many times he tells you to relax. You can't, it feels to good and if he continues with the slow strokes, you're cumming soon.

As if he could sense that, he slaps you with his other hand, chuckling when you moan out loud. It's almost too loud, but there's no time to be embarrassed over the fact you like being spanked. He curls his fingers, circling your clit with a thumb while he palms the sensitive flesh of your ass.

"So dirty, I didn't know you love to be spanked so much." he muses, an amused tone laced in his raspy voice.

If your mind weren't clouded with so much lust and eagerness to reach your end, you'd roll your eyes at him and tell him to fuck off. It's nice to know your thoughts are still the same, even when he's fingers deep inside of you.

The feeling of how perfect the pace is isn't long lasting, especially when he picks up his pace and pumps you with his fingers much more eagerly. He praises you each time he thrusts them into you, mainly calling you a good girl or baby.

A simple 'fuck' leaves Jungkook's mouth when he feels you clenching even more, tightening around his three long digits. But still, he manages to keep up the pace just the same, bringing you closer to your end. Just as you feel like that's it, you're cumming, it fades with a snap of fingers in a second. The amazing burn nestled in your womb and between your legs is long forgotten, a sigh of disappointment coming from you in response. It takes you a few seconds to understand what has just happened.

Jungkook pulled out his fingers, causing you to slowly turn around with flushed cheeks and an irritated expression which is understandable. But the young man just grins, slowly bringing his fingers into his mouth as he tastes you.

You gasp, staring at him with mouth agape as his eyes don't leave you.

"Mhm," he almost moans, tongue swirling against his fingers before he pulls them out with a soft pop.

"Why would you stop?" you ask breathlessly.

"I told you not to tempt me. Consider this as your punishment." he shrugs, lips twitching with a hidden smirk which you clearly notice as you huff a breath of annoyance.

"Are you serious?"

Punishments. You never talked about that. Plus, you thought your punishment was him manhandling you and spanking your ass. Now that you think about it, it doesn't make sense.

"Absolutely." he answers confidently.

"But I was about to cum!" you exclaim, not believing he just cut off your orgasm like that. It's called betrayal!

"Oh, I know. I could feel you tightening."

Instead of feeling embarrassed by his blunt words, and the fact your best friend says them to you, you're more annoyed. You were so close. You could feel how bomb orgasm that would be. But no, Jeon Jungcock decides to change that just for pure fun and punishment.

"Whatever. I'll just take care of myself then." you huff once again, making sure he gets a perfect glimpse of your pissed off expression.

You're ready to walk away from him, planning to bump into his shoulder just to emphasize your annoyance. But before you can even take another step, he's grabbing your wrists and pulls you closer to him.

"Where do you think you're going?" he asks lowly, eyes boring into yours.

You don't let it phase you, although you can't feel your heart jumping at the sudden intimidating tone and look.

"To take care of myself. Since someone decided to punish me." Okay, that was kind of petty but you're pissed.

It pisses you even more when Jungkook snorts, his serious facade cracking as he starts to laugh at you. "Awh, are you mad baby?"

"Don't call me baby. You don't get that privilege anymore." you murmur, causing him to laugh again.

"And what privilege do I get?" he challenges you, cocking his brow at you.

"You can stand behind the door and listen to my moans." you answer dryly, knowing very well that you're not able to make yourself cum just using your fingers. It just won't work for you.

"As tempting as it sounds, I'd rather fuck you." he tells you, slowly reaching for your face before he kisses you. And you let him.

Your lips tingle from the rough kisses he delivers, making sure you feel his want and need towards you. Mind still twirling over the fact he said he wants to fuck you, and no matter how many times he has already said it, it bursts that bubble of arousal inside of you. Maybe it's because you haven't had sex for so long, or maybe because you haven't been touched this way — ever.

It should be weird you're so turned on over your best friend touching you this way, wanting to fuck you. But you're not. All you can think of is how amazing he's going to feel once he's inside of you. Jungkook swallows your every breath, before he's forced to pull away.

Smirking at you, he interweaves your fingers as he leads you towards his bedroom. You take that time to admire his muscular back and broad shoulders, the white shirt doing his body justice, not that he needs it.

Jungkook pushes the door from his bedroom open, leading you straight towards his bed as he turns around before he spins you, gently pushing you down his bed.

You help in surprise, giggling when your body funnily bounces, causing the corner of his lips to turn upwards as a soft chuckle leaves his mouth. He starts to loosen his red tie, eyes focused on you the entire time meanwhile you gulp at the filthy sight in front of you.

Fuck, how can somebody be so hot?

Plopping yourself on your elbows, you watch him taking the tie off but he doesn't throw it like you expect him to. It stays in his hands for a few seconds, twirling it between his fingers as he looks through his cocked brow at you. He tosses it at the end of the mattress, before starting to unbutton his shirt.

Licking your lips, you shamelessly watch him and almost disappointedly whine when he doesn't unbutton nor take it off entirely. If he sees your reaction, he doesn't comment on it but the confident smirk is just enough for you to know he noticed it.

He slowly makes his way towards you, knees plopping himself right next to your legs before he's hovering over you. You tilt your head slightly upwards, enough to see his close features before he kisses you again. This time it's slower, more passionate and leaves you breathless all over again. He urges you to completely lay down, your elbows betraying you as your back and head is met with the mattress again. He sits down on his knees, staring down at you with dark eyes and you almost raise yourself again, but before you can give him a glance of curiosity, you're turned around.

It all happens quick, one second you feel his arms around your waist and the next you're turned over to your stomach. A loud gasp escapes your mouth, your head already turned around to look at Jungkook. He just cockily smirks at you, fingers hovering over the zipper of your dress. He lets his finger scheme over your shoulder blades, gently caressing your exposed skin that makes you shiver underneath his touch.

"Do you really want this?" he asks, voice calm and relaxed like he's not ready to devour you whole.

You notice the sudden change of atmosphere, his tone serious yet soft. He's making sure you really made up your mind. He sees the way you patiently wait for him to touch you, leaving you pressing your thighs together. He's responsible for the ache between your legs. He sees it all, yet he needs to hear you say it again.

"Of course, I do." you answer, making sure you stare into his eyes which is quite troublesome since he's right behind you and caging you with his knees on both your sides.

He doesn't react verbally, all he does in response is slowly unzipping your dress while you press your cheek against his sheets, loving how flowery they smell. The room's temperature isn't low, yet it leaves you shivering when the cold air meets your naked back.

"No bra?" Jungkook questions, not hiding a mere surprise.

"This dress doesn't need it." you breathe out, your voice slightly muffled.

Again, he doesn't react verbally but you're shocked, gasping when he pulls your ass up. It leaves you on all fours, the dress slowly falling down your arms.

"Turn around." he demands, and you obey right away.

He chuckles, not wasting time with undressing you before you're left in your panties and heels. He leaves your dress on the floor, not bothering to properly place it somewhere less dirty, even though Jungkook's home is cleaner than yours. He doesn't care they can crinkle if they're tossed on the floor, and neither is it your priority.

All you can focus on is feeling his hands working on your heels, taking them off before he finally frees your ankles and the tight strap around it. Once he's done, he hovers over you again, pressing his lips against your stomach and slowly making his way up your chest. Your perked nipples don't go unnoticed by him, his doe eyes looking up at you before he takes one of your nipples into his mouth. Arching your back, you gasp while he swirls his tongue against it. The other one is occupied by his hand, molding the soft flesh in his huge palm. He does the same thing to the other one, his lips reddened when he's done. Your nipples look just the same, reddened with the attention they just received while still covered in his saliva. You shiver, meeting his eyes as he licks his lips.

You lean forward, kissing him while your arms wrap around his neck pulling his body even closer to yourself. He grunts into your mouth, arms holding himself as he tries not to crash you with his weight. Legs wrapped around his waist, you thrust your hips upwards making the two of you gasp. He's already getting hard, the bulge in his black slacks says it all.

You're remembered by the fact he's still fully dressed and you don't like that. Your hands already work on their own, unfastening his belt and zipper with needy and quick movements.

Jungkook's smirk is evident against your lips, but he doesn't comment on your sudden eagerness, if anything, he seems to like it as he lets you take off his slacks. He helps you take them fully, meanwhile your fingers work on his shirt. You've never hated buttons before. Just like with the slacks, he helps you take off his shirt too and slides it off his arms exposing his abs and buffed chest.

If you were turned on before, you're completely salivated over him now. He tosses it behind him, hitting the desk in the corner of his room making you giggle. He chuckles, hovering over you again before he's kissing you. You take that chance to feel his muscular back, nails gently scratching his soft skin as he grunts into your mouth.

"I want to—" he kisses you again, "fuck me." you finish, hands slowly sliding down his perky ass.

"Are you sure you're ready?" he asks, and you cock your head in confusion.

He's asking you that now? Again? You thought you're pretty clear that you want him. But once he sees your confusion and that cute frown you're about to sport, he explains himself.

"No, I meant— shouldn't I stretch you out more?"

Ah, he means that. 

"Don't flatter yourself, Jeon. You're not that big."

Oh, yeah he is. Definitely bigger than your ex. But who would you be if you didn't take the opportunity to bruise his male ego.

"Really?" he asks, his brows mockingly shooting up. "Weren't you choking on my cock just a few days ago?" he cocks his head innocently, but you see his fake facade.

He's enjoying this, even when you open your mouth and dryly swallow the lump in your throat.

"Fuck, you're so cute when you're getting flustered." he comments, laughing while he scrunches his nose.

Rolling your eyes, you decide it's better not to argue with him. You know he's right about you choking on his cock, you're not stupid. "Whatever," you murmur.

"And to answer your question, no. Just fuck me, I'm ready." you assure him, licking your lips while he eyes you.

He nods, reaching towards the nightstand before he opens the first drawer. He pulls out the foil package and rips it open. Since you're feeling bold tonight, you reach for his length, hand disappearing in his boxers where you finally feel him. He bites onto his lower lip, taking them off while you start to pump him. He's hardening with each pump, kissing you as your hands work their magic on him.

He pulls away and you watch him putting on a condom.

The sight of him doing something so intimate feels exactly that. Intimate, close and exhibit. You've never thought nor imagined you'd ever get this close to him. This is so new to you, just thinking that he's about to have sex with you drives you crazy. You've never thought you'd crave for him this certain way.

Of course, there were many times when your heart was craving for him. In a friendly way when you were in desperate need of a friend. But it wasn't just that. You needed him, Jungkook. No matter how many girl friends you've or can have, nothing ever compares to him. There were times when you felt like you're the one who needs your friendship more than him. You don't doubt Jungkook's friendship, of course not. It just often felt like it's you who values your friendship in more ways than Jungkook could ever imagine. Maybe that's why it hurt when he moved on with Kiko and barely got the time to text you, or even spend time with you.

Jungkook's fingers trail to your exposed legs, snapping you out of your thoughts. It's unreal how he brings you back to reality with a single touch, those soft but dark eyes of his dancing on your face.

"It's still not too late to back out," he tells you softly, caressing your skin like he's not talking about the possibility of ending this. "If you've got any doubts, maybe this isn't what we should do."

"Are you regretting getting this far, Jeon?" you ask, your voice neutral, yet the use of his surname  comes out almost cold.

His eyes flicker to yours right away and he quickly shakes his head, before he allows himself to talk. "No, of course not. I want this, if you couldn't tell." he snorts at the end, looking down to his hard length that's pressing against his stomach.

Focus, Y/N!

You look back at him, poking your inner cheek with a tongue before you sigh. "We both already did some intimate things. Don't you think that if I wanted to back out, I wouldn't allow all those things to happen?" you ask him softly, eyes filled with curiosity and a small frown settling on your brows.

"I'm just making sure," he mumbles, dropping those dark eyes for a moment while you're met with Jungkook that looks completely innocent. "I don't want you to regret anything. This is our friendship we're talking about. That's the most important thing."

If you weren't so freaking horny, you'd probably tear up from the honesty and softness of his words. He really is thoughtful.

"I want this, Kook. I don't think this will change our friendship. If me sucking you off and you eating me out hasn't, I don't think us having sex will. We're just young adults who need to blow some steam off, let's not overthink it too much."

He nods, agreeing with you as he bites his lower lip in thought. "Okay, because you're my best friend but you're fucking attractive and hot. And all I can think about is fucking you." he admits bluntly, causing you to gasp at his sudden words but you giggle.

You trace your hand down his chest, appreciating how firm it feels. "Good," you gulp, "Because that's all I'm thinking about right now."

Jungkook grunts, hovering over you before he kisses you again. His mouth works quick and needy, nibbling on your bottom lip to show you his desire while you're trying not to moan. It's almost pathetic how quick he makes you be so responsive and loud.

"Ready?" he asks between the kisses, his hand going between his legs as he pumps himself.

You can feel your heart in the throat, this feeling awfully similar to your first sex. That excitement and the feeling of experiencing something new, even though it's just sex. Minus the awkwardness and nervousness, of course. You really wonder how he's going to feel. Something tells you he's perfect in bed, no doubts. Just him eating you out made you see stars and brought one of the best orgasms you've ever experienced.

"Ready." you tell him, breath hitching in your throat as soon as you feel his tip parting your folds.

He takes his time, not entering you right away but making sure he smears the wetness between your legs to your clit and his tip. He stares down, brows pinched together and bottom lip tucked between his teeth, looking focused and almost as if he's savoring every moment.

Eyes flickering to yours, he releases his bottom lip as he spreads your legs wider. Giving him a soft smile, hand placed over his beating hard, you're surprised how fast it beats. It matches your own heartbeat, but somehow it leaves a peaceful feeling inside your heart. It's nice to know he's affected as much as you are.

With a careful and slow push, he enters you for the first time, taking into account that it's been awhile since you've had sex. The last thing he wants is to rush and possibly hurt you, just because he's impatient and horny.

Swallowing down the gasp that wants to escape from the back of your throat, you close your eyes and try to relax as much as possible. Luckily, Jungkook seems to be patient and he's still trying to fill you up at an incredibly slow pace. He even stops, checking your reactions with each push and inch he makes.

"Relax, I'm not gonna hurt you." he groans, but still manages to sound soft and genuine. It takes a lot for him not to thrust into you.

Jungkook hasn't been sexually active with anyone, the last person he had sex with was Kiko, his ex-girlfriend. That means you're not the only one who's been without sex for quite some time, even though Jungkook wasn't left high and dry for that long.

"I know." you breathe out, reacting to Jungkook's words. You know all of that, but the sudden stretch and slight burn you feel is unavoidable. There's nothing you can do and your body just has to get used to it.

Although, it seems like Jungkook wants to help when he starts to circle your clit. You suck in breath, your walls relaxing and taking more of him almost immediately.

"That's it," he praises you, continuing with it until he's all nestled inside of you.

He holds himself, still careful not to crash you underneath his weight as he lets you get used to him inside of you. It feels weirdly new, almost as if you forgot how dick inside of you feels like.

"You took me so well." he grunts, his length twitching inside of you before he gives you a sheepish look, like he's apologizing for being so needy and greedy.

"Fuck me, Kook." you murmur, your walls clenching around his thick length as he opens his mouth at the feeling. Wrapping your arms around his neck, you pull him closer as you feel the ends of his soft yet thick hair.

"I'm gonna go slow at first, okay?" he asks, although you both know he wouldn't have it any other way. Even if you tried to argue with him, you don't because his reason and decision is understandable and all about you, he'd still do it his way to make sure you're comfortable.

Nodding, he's pulling out of you, a soft breathes leaving his mouth before he slowly pushes his cock inside you. He's restraining himself so much, his face twisted in almost painful expression. Legs wrapped around his frame, heels digging into his lower back, you pull him even closer causing him to get even deeper inside of you.

"You're not making this any easier, you know that?" he chuckles, shaking his head as he still continues with his soft and slow thrusts.

Your giggle is short-lived, especially when his length rubs around a very sensitive spot inside of you, a moan rippling out of your mouth. He stops, adjusting himself before he does it again.

"Stop," you gasp, causing him to freeze and look at you. "I don't wanna cum yet."

"Would you cum right away if I continued?" he asks curiously.

In other situations, you'd probably cackle at the fact you're having a full conversation during your sex. But all you can do is nod in embarrassment.

"Well, maybe not right away but I was getting there." you point out, causing him to chuckle amusingly at you. It causes you to slap his back but he doesn't seem to be too phased, your weak attempt to scold him doing no harm.

"Do you want me to stay still like this or...?" he trails off, causing you to snort at the absurd situation.

You can't believe you're about to laugh in the middle of sex, but Jungkook's distressed expression is priceless.

"No," you laugh, "just fuck me already."

He relaxes, even though he tries to hide it, before he gives you one of his famous grins. "Your wish is my command."

Before you can snort or react in any way at his funny words and the teasing tone, he's already pulling out before he smacks his hips back. It leaves you breathless, almost knock all the oxygen out of your lungs as he repeats the same process over and over again. Your heated skin meets his with each thrust, creating swift and rhythmic melody and just when you think it can't get better, he lifts your legs up and places them over his shoulders.

"Fuck," you breathe out, ignoring the cocky smirk he tries to hide again by staring at your connected bodies.

He fucks you like no one ever has, bringing you an euphoric feeling that you can't seem to get enough of. It feels too good to be real and embarrassingly enough, you've never known that sex could feel this amazing. Jungkook's skills are over the top, triumphing over your ex in all ways. However, with Jungkook's unstoppable thrusts there is no time to think about your ex or anyone else.

"Fuck, you're taking me so well, baby." Jungkook groans above you, head falling between your shoulder and neck, burying his face there.

You shiver, feeling his body pressed against you, his hot skin against your makes the whole atmosphere even more intimate. Years of knowing him, you've never felt this close to him.

"Jungkook," you moan, eyes rolling back when he purposely rub his length against that one sensitive spot he found minutes ago.

He knows what he's doing, and you can perfectly feel that little smirk he always has on his lips but surprisingly, he gives a peck to your neck before he pulls away.

"Can you get on all fours?" he asks, halting his thrusts as you whine.

You were just getting there.

But Jungkook isn't planning on ending anytime soon and when he sees your disappointment, he laughs at you. "Come on, on all fours and ass up." he tells you, your cheeks heating up at the demanding tone he sets.

He pulls out, leaving you empty and greedy for him. Obeying him quickly, you get on all fours as he requested and you yelp when he presses your back down. It causes your cheek to be pressed against his mattress again, his palm staying on your back for a couple of more seconds before he grabs your hips. He lifts your ass even more, your spine and back arched all for him. He palms your ass, grabbing the flesh into his huge hands before he's entering you all over again.

You gasp, clutching the sheets in small fists and when Jungkook notices this, he reaches for them and interweaves his fingers with yours. His chest is pressed against your back while he starts pounding into you at a completely new pace.

"Jungkook, ah—" you whine, your voice awfully whiny and soft to the point you can't recognize it.

"I know, I know." he grunts, tightening his hold on your fingers as you can feel your walls tightening around his thick and throbbing length.

"Fuck—so good." you moan out, shutting your eyes because you can feel them watering.

"You're gripping me so well," he rasps out, not halting his movements even a bit. "Gonna make you cum so hard." he promises, his small dirty talk causing you to moan again.

His balls slapping against your ass feels euphoric, just like everything right now, and it leaves you breathless and wanting to reach your end. Couple of more thrusts, Jungkook's soft grunts and his length brushing against your g-spot brings you the most incredible orgasm.

Mouth agape, Jungkook's unstoppable thrusts make you cry out his name as you're cumming around him. He fucks you through it, continuing even when you're growing sensitive and you whine at the overstimulation.

"I know, I know. I'm getting there." he grunts, hands grabbing your hips so tight that you're guessing they'll probably bruise later but you don't seem to care.

Clenching around him, it takes a few more pumps before Jungkook suddenly halts his movements and you feel his cock twitch inside of you. He's cumming, filling the condom with his seed and you wish you could feel him more.

And fuck, if Jungkook's low groan of pleasure isn't the hottest thing you've ever heard, you don't know what is.

And even though you've just come down off your high, the sound is enough to shoot a little bit lust straight to your core. Enough to leave you clench around him again, causing him to grunt in response.

His sweaty forehead drops against your naked shoulder, a shallow and quick breaths meeting your skin as he tries to calm himself down. It takes him a few more seconds of breathing in and out at a rapid pace, before his breathing comes back to normal and he slowly lifts his head off you.

"You good?" he asks, holding himself up with his hands when he realizes he almost crushed you with his heavy body.

You don't see him, but he scrunches his nose when he pulls out of you, overstimulation getting overwhelming for the both of you. When he manages to fully pull out, he quickly gets off you and plops himself next to you. You flip yourself on your back, eyes focused on the white ceiling as your chest heaves with almost identical heavy breaths like he did just seconds ago.

"I'm perfect," you answer breathlessly, stealing a glance at your best friend who happily lays down next to you, discarding the used condom. "Are you good?" you ask him in return, watching him grin as he ties the used condom full of his sperm.

"Oh, I'm ecstatic." he beams, standing up and throwing the condom in the bin near his desk.

"Are you always this ecstatic when you get laid?" you chuckle, trying not to let your eyes drop to his crotch that he doesn't even cover. He's shameless, walking completely naked to you while he doesn't even try to cover himself. It's not like you want him to anyway, but he clearly doesn't have any issue with nudity.

"It's been a long time, okay?" he jokes, tossing his body next to you without care, causing the mattress to jiggle under his weight. "Don't tell me you don't think the sex was mind blowing."

He looks at you, eyes dropping to your perked nipples before he looks back into your eyes.

"It was." you shrug, admitting it.

He chuckles, turning onto his side as he traces your lips. It catches you off guard, but you don't even blink while you try to look as natural as possible. You look at him, his hand dropping next to his body.

"This doesn't change anything, right? Our friendship, I mean."

You've to ask him, just to be sure. At first, you were the one who tried to convince him that none of this would affect your friendship.

His brows scrunch together for a short moment before he shakes his head. "No, I don't think so. Do you feel like something changed?" he asks back.

"I don't, but what if I will?" you ask, probably more yourself than Jungkook.

What if everything seems just the same right now but yesterday or in a few weeks, you'll feel like you shouldn't have done that? There's no turning back and you really don't want to regret anything. It's just your mind playing tricks on you. This is your friendship that could possibly be on the line after all.

"Then you'll tell me. I don't think there's nothing we can do. We both agreed to it and it doesn't have to be such a big deal." he shrugs, his voice putting at least some kind of ease to your nerves.

"I know that, I know that we both agreed to it. I really don't wanna sound like I'm already regretting it, because I don't. I don't want you to think that it's your fault or make you feel guilty. That's not my intention at all. It's just... I can't help but wonder if we did the right thing. What if this will fire back in a few weeks, months or years even?"

Your eyes are focused on the ceiling, despite feeling Jungkook's doe eyes silently watching you.

"I think you're overthinking this a lot. Let's just focus on the present. We don't have to have sex anymore. I told you, anything that makes you comfortable." he tells you honestly and softly, causing you to feel like a jerk for some reason.

You're stressing over something nonexistent while Jungkook is there for you and your crazy mind.

"I didn't say that. I still wanna have sex." you point out, causing him to snicker.

When you look at him, you can see the confident and cocky glint in his eyes. That's why you nudge his shoulder, snorting. "Shut up."

He laughs, slowly shaking his head. "Just don't fall in love with me. I know that I can be very irresistible but—"

"Oh, get over yourself, Jeon." you scoff, sitting up as you give him a perfect view of your rolling eyes.

He grins at you, hand touching your exposed back as he caresses your skin. "Never." he jokes, causing you to shake your head at his absurdity.

You just hope the next morning will be just as relaxed like this very moment is. You don't want your friendship to be ruined by lust.

But you'll have to wait until the morning comes.

[madelynraemunson]

CALL ME WHAT YOU WANT 𓆩♡𓆪

(Book #1 of the Hellfire Gentlemen's Club series)

strip club owner!eddie x fem!exotic dancer!hargrove!reader

𝐌𝐎𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐍 𝐀𝐔 18+ ONLY! MINORS DON’T YOU DARE I AM INSIDE YOUR HOME

Chapter 004: The Eddie Stop

Everyone loves a parked car conversation. Eddie’s van is no castle by any means…but do a boss and his employee have to sit that close to each other?

* = somewhat smut

** = smut

↳ chapters: 001, 002*, 003** , 004**, 005 , 006 , 007* , 008**, 009, 010, 011, 012* , 013**, 014** , 015, 016**, 017, 018, 019, 020*

word count: 4.8k

warnings & disclaimers — slow burn, mutual pining, profanities, sexual tension, marijuana use, SO MANY sexual innuendos, foot play, daddy kink, dirty talk, masturbation, touching, rubbing, talks of abuse, trauma, Eddie talking about “Asshole Dad & Dead Mom Club”, suicide, overdose, reader’s trauma becoming her kink i.e slapping/hair pulling/choking, steddie x reader threesome kinda 🤭, sex dream, p in v smut, unprotected sex, deepthroating, double penetration, idk what else I’m missing so here’s a PSA from Murray

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And then there were two.

“You better stop that thing you’re doing. I’m telling you, I ain’t lying.”

For the owner of a very successful strip club, you would think Eddie had a...fancier car. But there is beauty in humble beginnings. In fact, you can tell a lot about him from the ketchup stain by the window, empty coffee tumblers on the floor that need washing, crinkled up band posters — along with MORE PAPERWORK — and the tattered leather seats held together by the sheer grit of duct tape. A Porsche would just conceal who Eddie Munson is.

And Eddie’s the coolest boss you’ve ever had. In the safest town you’ve ever been in.

“Hawkins gets pretty quiet after 1 AM,” you observe. Despite being the blasted one, it’s you who’s attempting to break the silence.

You glance out the window, watching the scenery of the Bible Belt town you've grown to romanticize flash by like developing film.

“Yeah,” Eddie sighs. “If you’re looking for nightlife, you’ve come to the wrong place.”

Eddie approaches a four way intersection and stops too late. He does it for a short time too, stepping on the gas pedal not even a second later.

He peers over at you to see if you caught it.

“Sorry if I’m being a crazy driver,” Eddie apologizes. “If the street’s empty I’m only stopping for like... a millisecond. If at all.”

You snort. “You’re fine. We call that a ‘California stop’ back home.”

“You wanna see an ‘Eddie stop’?”

You turn to him. He’s just staring at you and smiling, a look of mischief creeping its way to the surface.

“What’s that?”

SLAM. You shoot forward in your seat the moment Eddie’s foot meets the brakes. A surprised gasp from you fills the air while Eddie joins in with a loud cackle. You glare at him, a frantic hand clutched to your chest.

“What the FUCK!”

“That’s an ‘Eddie stop’,” Eddie explains between laughter.

SLAM! He does it again.

“Eddie, stop!” you plead.

“Hey, that’s the spirit!” he chuckles.

You realize his play on words and shove him.

“Ow,” he remarks with sass, hand reaching over to rub where you pushed him. “Feisty.”

"Yeah? Well, don't dish out what you can't handle."

You cross your arms and jokingly turn your torso in the other direction. Eddie is amused at this, proceeding to poke fun at you while he still can.

"Hmm. Hm hm," he laughs with his pursed lips. "For someone who can't hang, you're one to talk."

You’re still intoxicated. Nothing is leaving your system any time soon, it appears.

It all starts to feel like a dream. You thoroughly enjoyed yourself after a fun night out with friends. There is no angry brother waiting for you at home, blowing up your phone until you walk through the door. And now you’re out on a post-curfew rendezvous with someone who is clearly off limits.

You’re living out your rebel dreams, riding into the night with Eddie. What a regular young adult takes for granted is something you’ve always dreamt about. It’s a dream you don’t want to wake up from.

“I can hang. It's just the edibles kicking in late, silly," you bubbly insist.

“Alright,” Eddie surrenders sarcastically. “Alright. Whatever gets you going…silly.”

You two proceed down the long, vacant road, humming along to Creedence Clearwater Revival and breaking the law with more California stops.

"It's a bummer we didn’t get to go bar-hopping,” you say. “That would've been fun.”

Eddie grimaces. “Eh. Drinking makes me feel gross. I’m more of a mary-jane guy if I do say so myself.”

“Clearly,” you jest.

A whole night dedicated to edibles? Hotboxing competitions with the line cook? Bongs and bowls happening to be everywhere this motherfucker tends to be at?

Eddie’s a walking marijuana leaf as far as you're concerned. Governor Holocomb's worst nightmare. You kick at the velvet bag that masked the huge glass bong sitting at your feet.

“I’m surprised they haven’t arrested your ass yet.”

“I’m just as surprised as you are," Eddie admits. "With all the shit I’ve done…”

The road begins to look familiar and you realize it’s because you’re almost back home. Tick, tick, tick, goes the turn signal as Eddie's GPS instructs him to make a left. A sigh escapes you. You don’t want to leave.

You want time to freeze exactly where it's at so you could spend it with the man who has been giving you butterflies — and the ‘fuck me’ eyes — all night long. To your own surprise, confidence overpowers you.

“Eddie,” you sit up. “Do you think you can stay with me for a bit?”

Your boss’s gaze hardens, a look of concern replacing his easy-going, playful demeanor.

“Yeah,” he clears his throat, brows lifting gently in shock. “Yeah... I’ll stay with you."

Eddie makes a turn away from your street and finds a curb to park against. You tap your feet, anxious that he actually followed through. The sound of his tires scraping across the gravel beat against your eardrums as reality sets in. Eddie shifts the gear from Drive to Park before wriggling his keys out from the ignition. The rumbling of the van engine ceases.

Eddie lassos his keys around his thick, long index finger, their jingles piercing through the quiet.

"You feeling alright?”

“Yes,” you confirm. “Just feeling pretty buzzed still.”

“You trying to get more buzzed?” he offers. “Or high?”

You look back over at him. Oh wipe that snarky grin off your face, Munson.

There's a pro to working evening shifts. You can sleep in until it's time to head off to work the next day. Judging by how the night was going, it is far from over. You and Eddie are just getting started.

“It depends...Are you trying to get more high?”

“Is that even a question?”

Before you know it, there's a small tin can with a few nuggets in it in Eddie's hand, followed by a small Altoid case that housed some rolling paper. Eddie places the two on his dash and then leans towards you to grab the bong sitting at your feet.

He undresses it from its cloak. His pride and joy glistens in the moonlight.

“Hello, my darling,” he says to his bong. “You’re so pretty.” Eddie turns to you. “I’ve got nowhere to be, so you bet I’ll be usin’ the hell outta her tonight. No pressure though, Hargrove.”

You shrug. “I'm down to get lit for a bit longer."

"You a joint girl or do you prefer bongs?"

"Either or. Why not both?"

There’s a gleam in his eyes. "I like how you think."

Eddie situates the large bong between his legs, propping it up with his knees. He then reaches for the tin can filled with nuggets. Picking off the bits one by one to accommodate the tiny bowl, he tucks them neatly into the small round outlet. Eddie does it with such ease. Like it's second nature.

Finally, Eddie hovers the lighter over the bowl and gestures for you to inch closer. The placement of the bong remains the same. And judging by the look on Eddie’s face, he doesn’t intend on moving it.

"Ladies first."

So you hoist yourself over across Eddie’s center console and position yourself near his lap. Staring up at Eddie with curious eyes, you ask him,

"Am I good?"

"You're good," Eddie confirms, holding your hair back while you lean over against him. “All yours, babygirl.”

After getting the green light, you bend down further to attach your lips to the mouthpiece of the bong. With the flick of the lighter, Eddie ignites the bowl and you suck in. You and Eddie eye its neck steadily, watching as the chamber fills with smoke.

Eddie slowly starts to remove the bowl. Fear sets in as the bubbles seem to draw on for an eternity. It feels like it'll never end. You're inhaling too much.

When you feel the first kick to your chest, you shoot upwards and exhale. But the smoke got you good. Before you know it, you’re coughing and hacking and grasping for air, clutching onto Eddie’s flannel for support as you try to clear.

"That's right, baby," Eddie soothes you. "Let it out. Clear it, clear it, clear it."

“I’m-” you cough. “I’m t—trying.” A few more good coughs and you’re done. “WOOO.”

Eddie’s laughing at you like it’s cute. The grip he has on your hair loosens and soon your locks fall in front of your face once more. You keep them there to mask your tears. How embarrassing.

"Damn,” he comments. “You choked out.”

Your stomach dances. You think about what he said earlier in the club about his kinks.

"Yeah, I s-sure did-" you choke again, fleshing out your last set of coughs as Eddie pats your back.

The tears trickle down your face as you struggle to self-regulate. You quickly wipe them away.

"You okay?' he asks again, this time gently, sincerely. Angelically. He starts playing with the ends of your hair.

You nod with a sigh of relief. "Yeah, I'm fine."

"You want more, hun? Can you handle more?"

You nod again.

"Yeah," you sniff. "I can handle more."

"Alright," he grins.

Bowing your head down once again, you reattach your lips to the mouthpiece. As you're inhaling, Eddie tilts his head upwards to prevent any smoke from getting in his face. You look up at him.

What a sight, your internal monologue gushes. He must look like this when he's getting a...

"There we go, Shy Girl” he hums. "Just like that..."

————🍃———-

“It’s alright. I said it’s alright. Take anything you want from me. Fly high, little wing.”

“So my driving really doesn’t scare you, huh?”

Eddie is taking ginormous rips out of his bong. You, on the other hand, have settled for rolling joints instead.

“Not nearly as much as my brother,” you shrug. “He drives like a maniac. Him and his stupid Camaro.”

You think about the time you and Billy got into an argument about lunch. Out of all things.

Billy had asked something SO obvious. You couldn’t help but respond sarcastically. He stomped on the gas before you knew it, propelling you both across the residential street at 90 MPH. It was scariest you’ve ever seen him. The first instance where he toyed with both your lives and didn’t seem to care.

You try not to shake in front of Eddie. Luckily, he was too busy laughing to notice.

“A Camaro?” Eddie belts. “That’s just about the douchiest, California Chad type shit I’ve ever heard.”

You agree. “Yeah. Douchey is pretty on brand for someone like Billy.”

You fall silent as you continue to roll. Eddie peers over at you and takes note of your newfound seriousness.

You position your body towards him to ensure him it wasn't something he did, and make sure he knows it by the way you relax your legs across his lap. He inhales abruptly at the extra step you took.

"I take it you guys don't get along."

"Billy and I aren’t exactly on speaking terms at the moment,” you mumble. “Part of why I'm here.”

“Your brother right?” he questions rhetorically.

“Yeah, my twin brother.”

“Oh shit,” Eddie mutters. “So you guys went from being essentially telepathic to... no contact at all.”

“Precisely.”

You glide your tongue up, down, and around along the rolled joint to ensure that it sticks. When it's sealed shut, you set it down to start rolling the next one. Eddie stares at you.

“Fuck…” you hear him mutter.

“Sorry?”

You try to act clueless, but even stoned out of your mind, you know exactly what you're doing.

“Uh, that’s rough,” he shakes his head. “I’m sorry.”

“It’s whatever,” you say. “As much as I love Billy, I just think it’s best we’re not in each other’s lives. We bring out the worst in each other.”

“I can say the same about me and my brothers,” Eddie agrees. “And my dad. They’re always asking me for money. Or for me to be an accomplice for their stupid, dangerous schemes. I got my own shit to handle.”

“And your mom?”

Eddie falls silent.

“She died when I was 14,” his voice softens. “I was the one who found her.”

Your chest aches as you marinate in that very, very familiar wound. It seems like just yesterday you and Billy were in Eddie's shoes.

“I’m so sorry,” you mutter. “Billy found our mom when we were 13. Alcohol poisoning and overdosed on pain killers.”

“Wow…” Eddie is stunned. “OD for mine as well. But heroine. She was an addict. Married her dealer and abuser... my old man.”

"Our dad was abusive too," you sympathize. "Well, is. He's still alive, but he and his new wife up and left when my stepsister turned 16. To who knows where. Billy was her guardian up until her b-day last week.”

You roll your next blunt and lick again. Eddie continues to eye you like a hawk, fixing how he was sitting in the driver's seat as he did.

You continue telling him everything you told your Zoom psychiatrist. Eddie doesn’t seem to mind.

Billy was nice. Now he’s not. Blah blah. Sue, Max’s mom, was Dad’s mistress. The idea of it consumed Mom just as much as Dad’s beatings did. When Billy found her, she was on the bathroom floor surrounded by empty bottles of whiskey and painkillers. Aside from you, Mom was his best friend. His biggest supporter. And Dad took that away.

Eddie’s grazing turns into rubbing. He squeezes your calf.

"Our moms died when we were around the same age," he speaks up, attempting to do the mental math. "That puts us in '08, which is around the time of..."

"The Recession," you finished for him. "Yup. Mom also lost her job which meant she was now fully dependent on our dad."

"She was stuck with that piece of shit no matter what," Eddie huffs. "And no matter where she turned, she wouldn't be safe."

You nod, staring off into the distance. "Billy wanted to go with her.”

Eddie gives you a pained look, sighing deeply as he took it in.

“But I told him I would hate him forever if he dared. So he stayed."

You swallow hard.

“Baby-” Eddie speaks.

"I hate him, still..." you choke back tears. "But I'm glad it's just because I think he's an asshole. He's my whole world."

"But you can't be in each other's lives."

"But we can't be in each other's lives."

"Love from afar kinda thing," Eddie mumbles.

"Exactly," your voice is at a whisper now. "I can never be mad at Mom though, for taking the easy way out. I wouldn't know what the fuck to do if I were in her shoes."

"I'm really sorry, Hargrove." Eddie says. "It seems like you lost more than your mom."

"I'm sorry for your loss too," you reply.

Silence lingers. Eddie continues to touch you. You love how handsy he is tonight. His touch brings you calm. Made you feel looked after. Protected. Cherished.

“I like listening to you talk,” Eddie soothes you.

You smile. “Did we just turn this into a therapy session?”

“Looks like we did,” he chuckles softly. Eddie raises a toast with the foggy, smoked-out bong in his hand. "To the Asshole Dad & Dead Mom Club."

You hold up your lopsided joint.

"To the Asshole Dad & Dead Mom Club," you repeat after him. "And to the brothers we don't speak to anymore."

"Can't forget that shit," he says. "To the brothers we don't speak to anymore."

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“I want you so bad, it’s driving me mad.”

The night continues on a lighter, flirtier note.

“What’s your love language?” Eddie asks you.

“Acts of service.”

“Mmm.”

“Not like that.”

“I know, I’m just fucking with you,” Eddie winks. “Makes sense though. I see it.”

“What’s yours?”

“Physical touch.”

You look down at your feet, still laid out across Eddie’s lap. A few moments ago he just wrapped up giving you a foot massage after convincing you that you were free to take your heels off.

“Acts of service as well,” Eddie smiles. “It’s 50/50.”

“I can tell,” you say.

“Yeah? How so?”

You run a foot across Eddie’s thigh, watching in amusement as his blinking quickens. He bites his lip and hums.

“I can just tell,” is what you end up saying.

“You can just tell?” Eddie bites his lip. “No other way of knowing?”

“Nope,” you giggle, gliding your foot to the inner part of his thigh. “Just a wild guess.”

Your feet do a little dance on Eddie. He tries to tickle you but you pull away.

“I think Steve’s is acts of service too,” you add. “And gift giving.”

“Nailed it,” Eddie confirms with a nod. “Harrington loves providing. Daddy Steve.”

He smirks at you when he says that. With the info you retained at Hellfire, it’s impossible to think what he’s saying isn’t an innuendo. Your foot being just inches away from his dick didn’t help the case either.

“Daddy Steve,” you echo him. “Yeah, I can tell he loves taking care of people he cares about.”

“It didn’t always used to be that way,” Eddie points out. “I used to think he was an asshat.”

“Then what happened?”

“Nancy Wheeler happened.”

The mood darkens.

“Damn…” you mutter. “It always boils down to House Mom.”

“Because it’s true,” Eddie insists. “Steve was a self-absorbed prick in high school. Then he dated Wheeler senior year. On and off. Something changed in him, when they were done for good.”

Eddie readjusts himself in his seat. You adjust yourself with him.

“It was like…” he proceeds. “Steve realized that there was more beyond himself and wanted to be a part of this greater good. It wasn’t until he started working at the bowling alley I used to frequent that I realized that he’s a pretty decent guy.”

“Like everything’s one big redemption arc for him,” you state.

“That’s exactly what it is.”

“He worked at the bowling alley?”

“He’s worked everywhere,” Eddie laughs. “Dude had so many side quests and jobs. It’s gotten to the point to where I start to wonder where he hasn’t worked.”

“Hellfire,” you point out.

“Yeah, Hellfire,” Eddie nods. “Kinda wish he did. Maybe then I can get a day off…”

“What would you do on your day off?”

“Take you out to lunch finally.”

Your gazes fixate on each other. Eddie’s cheeks turn a red hue in the moonlight, the streetlight you guys were parked under illuminating it further.

The cheeky grin on his face vanishes quickly, the moment he disengages his eye contact with you.

"Yeah, Steve... Steve's a good guy," Eddie gulps. He stares down at his lap. Touches your legs again. "One of the greatest friends I've ever had in my life."

“Mhm…”

“And now he’s my boyfriend,” he teases you with a wink.

You tsk. “Be for real.”

“Nah, I’m just playing — he’s actually my husband,” he jokes again. “And you’re just a pretty lil thing of his on the side.”

“So you think I’m pretty?”

“That’s what you got from that?”

“Who am I to get in the way of your marriage?”

“It makes things complicated between the three of us, that’s for sure.”

There’s a hint of truth in that sentence. You can tell by the way Eddie refuses to look you in the eyes again. For someone who is intentional with his eye contact, him not wanting to look your way when he says that makes it look suspicious.

Eddie cuts it with the jokes and starts up again.

“But yeah, I think you’re pretty.”

“Thank you, Eddie,” you respond, drawing circles onto his inner thigh now with your feet. You do it slower. Then deeper. Clockwise then counter.

“That’s it.”

Finally, he hoists your legs off of him. To your surprise, it’s Eddie now that’s crawling towards you, closing up the space there was between you two. Now you and him are both just a thumb-width apart, faces lingering. The hunger is back.

You feel Eddie’s warm breath against you.

“I’d say a hell of a lot more about you,” Eddie adds. “But I don’t wanna get in trouble.”

“That’s new,” you quip. “For as long as I’ve known you, you always gave off rebel vibes.”

“I’m trying to be good.”

“You’re failing miserably.”

You both look down at Eddie hand that is now resting at your waist. He laughs through his nose, pulling you closer to him.

“Touché.”

With his available hand, he strokes your hair, tucking a strand behind your ears. His fingers explore your cheek and take a detour to your plump lips, hovering around them as you part them slightly.

“You have no idea how hard I’ve tried to not cross any boundaries tonight,” Eddie admits. “To not get any closer to you.”

“Why not?” you whisper.

"I don't wanna ruin whatever you and Harrington have going on…”

"We're just fuck buddies," you insist. “Swear.”

Steve wouldn’t care. You know he wouldn’t. He was the one who even said that you both should give Eddie a little show. Besides, you already know it’ll be a long while until he’s officially over Nancy.

"Of course," Eddie huffs.

"Why?" you raise an eyebrow as you breathe in his face. "Are you jealous?"

"Well when you sound the way you did this morning, how could I not be?"

There it was.

The confirmation of what you already suspected closes in on you and you feel yourself shrink. Eddie enjoys the sight of it, the sight of Shy Girl growing tense just by the way he speaks to you. His fingers dance up your arm before he starts to rub your back.

“And the way you looked the day you gave Steve that private show…” he strains. “It’s like you were made for me and only me.”

“Eddie…” you moan.

“Do you know what it was like? Hm?” Eddie demands. He’s hot against your cheek now. “Touching myself, getting myself off in the bathroom to the sound of your moans? Knowing full well you were getting your back blown out just a wall over?”

You whimper as he continues to hover, the ache of wanting to be touched and destroyed by him gnawing at your soul.

“Gettin’ all dumb for me already?” Eddie taunts you when you don’t speak. “I haven’t even fucked your brains out yet.”

“Just still a little high that’s all.”

That snaps something back into Eddie. “Oh… right.”

You hear his keys jingle again before Eddie turns them back into the ignition. His headlights flash on and soon he shifts the gears back to drive. Away from the curb and back to your place you go.

Your stomach sinks.

“What are you doing?”

“Not this!” Eddie refuses. “Not when you’re not sober.”

“Eddie!” you start to regret ever saying anything. “Come on, I’m fine. I want you.”

“Yeah, well that’s another thing in my doctrine,” Eddie sighs. “I can’t mess with a lady under the influence. I don’t roll that way.”

He routes his GPS back to your place.

“I hate when you’re respectful,” you joust, crossing your arms in retaliation.

He laughs.

“Don’t worry sweetheart,” he says to you. “Next time you’re at work, I’m gonna be disrespectful as fuck.”

The night ends there and Eddie drops you off. He makes sure you get inside safely before driving away. Sadness sets in as the drugs and alcohol wear off. You drag your feet along as sneak your way into you and Max’s room.

You dream of Eddie that night. Him and Steve.

You’re in a private show room at Hellfire with the two Adonises after your heart. Steve’s destroying your pussy again, ramming into you at an intense speed while Eddie fucks himself into your mouth, his warm, sweet precum mixing with your saliva to fill your mouth to the brim.

A moan escapes you every single time Eddie hits the back of your throat.

“That’s right, baby,” Eddie coos. “Don’t be shy. C’mon, take me.”

You try not to scream as you dig your nails into his skin. Tears are streaming down your face as Eddie and Steve abuse your holes, the stimuli from both nearing you towards your climax.

“Such a good fucking girl,” Steve growls pulling you by your hair. “Taking two cocks at the same time like a champ, hm?”

Eddie releases you from his grip, allowing you to come back up for air. You spit the remnants of him back onto his long and girthy cock, stroking him while you gave your jaw a rest.

“Y-yes,” you choke out, arching your back to maximize the sensation of Steve’s thrusts. “I’m being so good.”

You beg for Steve to fuck you harder. Steve and Eddie look to each other and smirk, pleased that you even want to be challenged.

“Harrington’s got you, don’t you worry,” Eddie assures you. “On your back sweetheart.”

Steve pulls out and lets you use him as support. When you’re on your back, he grabs his cock again, stroking himself before lining himself at your tight little asshole.

“I’m gonna let you know when I go in, babe, okay?” he whispers to you, smothering your neck with kisses.

“Okay,” you nod sheepishly.

Eddie kneels down and lines himself up at your dripping cunt, kissing you on the mouth before inserting himself into you.

You let out a silent gasp as he maneuvers his way in, stretching you out even further than Steve already did.

“Oh my god,” you cry.

“Fuuuck,” Eddie moans, hand flying over your throat to wrap itself around you. “You feel so fucking good, baby.”

Then Steve starts letting himself in. He pumps into you slowly, not proceeding until you start adjusting to his length. You lay there in complete bliss, allowing them both to have their way.

“Good job, angel,” Steve cheers you on. “Being so good for us. So fucking tight…”

The speed of their thrusts are agonizingly slow. You tap them both on the arm to let them know they can speed up. They resist at first, attempting to make sure it’s really want you want.

“Please,” you whine. “I want it now, please.”

Eddie’s gaze turns grim. “Whatever you say.”

SMACK! You whimper as Eddie swats your bouncing tits and pistons into you deeper, faster. Steve meets Eddie where he’s at, picking up the pace from underneath you, holding your hips still for extra leverage.

“SHIT!” you squeal. “Y-yes, yes, right there. Don’t fucking stop!”

Three more pumps and they both hit that special spot. You start to shake as your core tightens. It feels too fucking good.

“Dirty fucking whore,” Eddie spits at you while you cry out in pleasure. “There’s no running away now baby, this is what you wanted.”

Slapping. Biting. Choking. Hair-pulling. Name-calling. Spitting. You wanted it all.

“FUCK!” you wail. “I’m gonna fucking cum. I’m cumming, I’m cumming!”

“Let it out, baby,” Eddie encourages you. “Let it out. Make a mess on both of us, there you go.”

That sentence is enough to send you over the edge. Your core is hot, walls twitching and aching.

“FUCK!” you scream one last time before —

“SIS!”

Max jolts you awake, shaking you by your shoulders.

“What? What?!” you shoot up in the bed.

“Are you okay?” Max pants. “You’re sweating like a pig.”

Now that’s a dream you didn’t ever wanna wake from. Reorienting yourself to your room, you find it hard to believe how real everything felt. You grip onto your sheets to make sure you’re really in your room.

“Yeah, I…” you stammer. “I…had a nightmare.”

“I can tell, you were making all kinds of noise in your sleep.”

Max scurries over to your dresser to retrieve your Hydroflask. She encourages you to hydrate yourself.

“I drank tonight,” you admit after a huge gulp of water. “Probably what caused it.”

“Makes sense,” Max nods, hands on her hips like a concerned mother. “You gonna be alright?”

“Yeah,” you nod. “Just need a breather.”

You grab your phone and use the flashlight feature to navigate to the bathroom. As you’re peeing, you take a look at the two text messages waiting for you.

Steve Harrington 💋

Made it home lol

Sorry,passed out. Goodnight, beautiful ❤️

You text Steve goodnight before making your way over to the next text message. Eddie.

Eddie Boss

Sweet dreams. Silly.

👸

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author’s note: the steddie threesome dream was inspired by this tiktok 🥵 foaming at the mouth tbh. I HOPE YOU GUYS ENJOYED THIS CHAPTER AND THE DREAM THREESOME WITH STEVE & EDDIE! don’t worry, eddie x shy girl irl fuck fest smut is coming. some juicy shit has to go down first before we cross that bridge ;)

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[oneforthemunny]

EVIEEEE EVIE EVIE EVIEEEE

Pls do a little blurb or a longer piece on that scenario of rockstar!eddie learning how to eat pussy properly from nepo baby. on my knees lmao

linger |rockstar!eddie munson x nepo baby!reader|

prompt: as requested above. eddie is always in a rush, you teach him to slow down.

contains: 18+ minors dni. oral (fem receiving), dom/sub tones, sweet eddie (for once I know lol) very sweet and smutty

"What are you doing?" You hadn't meant for it to sound so mean, so judgy, furrowed brows that peered down at Eddie skeptically.

Eddie looked up at you, head tilting to the side, his arms still under your thighs lifting them up for easier access. His lips twitched in confusion, still shining and dripping in the wet spend from your cunt. "What?" He asked plainly, looking from you back to your puffy, drooling lips before him.

You raised your brow, shaking your head down at him in questioned annoyance. Eddie scoffed, rolling his eyes. "What do you think I'm doing, Princess? I'm tryna be nice to you."

"Yeah..." You nodded slowly, scanning his features. He didn't seem mischievous and mean, no shit-eating grin or dark, playful eyes like he always adorned when he was about to tease you mercilessly.

"Are you... Are you, like, needing to go somewhere soon?" Your valley girl vocal fry came out harder than you meant it to, eyes narrowing at Eddie in warning when he smirked.

"No," Eddie hummed. "Why? You need me to go somewhere? Want me to stop, hm?" He was smug, until your lack of response.

Your hesitated grimace, eyes softening like they did when you were about to give him bad news- give him the hard truth. Eddie's heart sunk, cheeks flushing. He felt seventeen again, trying his best to get Lorie Carmichael off in the back of his van, fingering her like they did in the pornos he'd watched before hand, unskilled and unsure, so nervous he was about to throw up.

"D-Do you want me to stop?" Eddie asked quietly, eyes rounding up at you nearly pitiful, hurt.

"No!" You shook your head, pushing up on your forearms. "No, baby, it feels good, it does." You hesitated again, Eddie's jaw locked. "It's just... Could you maybe, just, like, slow down a little?"

Eddie's cheeks bloomed with heat, embarrassment radiating from his chest, blooming a deep red over his inked, ivory skin. "Oh," He swallowed thickly, lump growing in his throat, cheeks blistering.

"Ed, it's really good, it is." You reached down to cup his cheek. "I just... sometimes, I want it a little slower. Want you to take your time."

Eddie hesitated this time. "But are you-are you sure you'll get off?" He asked, so sweetly you wanted to squeal. His big brown eyes batted at you and for a second, he looked so adorably naive, submissive almost.

You smiled. "Yeah, I'm pretty sure." You teased. "Just try it? For me?" You batted your eyes and Eddie blushed, trying to hide his burning cheeks between your thighs. Of course, he'd do it for you. He'd do anything for you, you knew that by now.

"So just... slow?" Eddie asked, looking up at you then down at your parted lips. "Like slow motion?"

You wiggled your hips into the mattress, sinking further with a hum. "Yeah, just do a slow lick. No rush." You muttered.

Eddie pulled your thighs closer, nose brushing the tuft of manicured hair over your mound. He licked his lips lightly, before he flattened his tongue, licking a long, slow stripe from your sopping hole right up to your clit. You moaned, hips writing and bucking with sensation, jolts of white hot electricity tickling and zapping your tummy with heat.

"Mmm," You moaned behind closed lips, hips raising in his grasp. "Just like that, baby. Just like that."

Eddie obliged again, repeating the action, eyes on you while he studied you, studied your response, the ticks and changes in your features with every slow lick.

"Oh, fuck, that's-that's so good, Ed." You whimpered, fingers finding his curls, guiding his tongue through your folds. "Now do that again, but when you get up there, kinda, lick it a little more, ok? Just softly, but lick me there- yes! Right there!" Your hips stuttered when his tongue swirled around your clit, gently massaging the hood of your swollen bud while you writhed and bucked.

Eddie was shocked, really. Your whole relationship had been fast paced, he just assumed you'd want the oral the same way.

"Oh, Ed, that's- yes, that feels good. Holy shit, do that again." Your fingers threaded through his curls, yanking them and pulling him closer, burying him into your slick walls.

Eddie repeated the action, eyes fluttering to your face while he fluttered his tongue over your clit, satisfied with how you gasped, fisting his hair and tugging at the root. He did it again, faster this time, arms losing around your waist to keep you in place.

"Wait, hold on," You gasped, placing your hand on top of his. "Slow, Eddie, go slow." You whimpered, looking at him through already glossy eyes.

Eddie wanted to be frustrated. Wanted to tell you, you'd get what he gave you, maybe paddle you for being so bratty; but he didn't. He wouldn't take his embarrassment out on you like that. Instead, he'd try to please you, that's all he wanted to do anyways.

"What do you mean go slow?" Eddie asked again, cheek resting on the inside of your thighs.

You wanted to pinch his cheek, his slight pout on his lips while he looked up at you. Your mean, bad boy rockstar, who was begging for your approval now. Your ego swelled at the thought.

"Just slow down. It's ok to go fast sometimes, but just keep up that same pace. It's better for me." You cooed, hand running through his curls.

Eddie blinked at you, the little sweetheart. "It is?" He asked, brown eyes rounded. "Has it not been good... before?" He hesitated to ask, every insecurity from before his fame flooding back into his system, a shock that sent his nerves into a frenzy.

"Ed, it's always good, baby. You know that." You purred, gently stroking his cheek. He blushed under your praise. "Just sometimes, when you're being sweet to me, I want it sweet. We're not playing mean right now. I don't want it fast and hard, right now. Want you to be sweet to me."

Eddie grinned, eyes twinkling up at you in the way that had you swooning, heat rising in your own chest. "I can do that." He nodded, and you giggled.

"Why don't you do what you did before, but this time... maybe, like, take your fingers and do the V thing." You held up your own two speed fingers, craning your neck to look down at Eddie.

His brows creased. "Like inside you?"

"No, the other. Like, over my pussy."

"Oh." Eddie nodded slowly, grinning up at you, all dimples and starry eyes. "Duh. I knew that." He teased, sending you into a fit of giggles.

His inked fingers slid over your lips easily, pushing in so your clit puffed up, exposed and ready for him. His mouth salivated, feeling your slickness, sticky and sweet, coat his fingers. You whined at the cool air he blew over your aching clit, still a little mean and teasing even when he was being sweet.

"Mmm, now just... Do what you normally do, because that feels really fucking good," Eddie flushed, biting back a dopey smile at your praise. "Just do it slower."

Eddie let your hands tangle through his hair, guiding him back down between your thighs, lips curling around your clit, tongue flicking lightly over the bud while he suckled. Normally, he'd flutter his tongue so quickly, overstimulating and overwhelming you until you fell apart.

"Oh!" You gasped, back arching off the bad. "Fuck, yes, just like that." Eddie grinned, another fluttering lick before he circled around your clit, teasing you just a little.

"N-Now, do the long lick again." You babbled, throwing a free arm over your eyes, fists clenched in pleasure.

Eddie moved down to your sopping hole, tongue flicking and gathering every drop of your tangy taste, pulling a grating moan from deep in your chest. "Oh, do that again. I dunno what you just did, but again, Ed, again." You rambled.

Eddie was satisfied with how brainless you were getting, the type of mind numbing fuck that usually came from hours of overstimulation on his cock, your ass high in the air while he rammed into you mercilessly. If he would've known eating you out so gently would get you so pliant, he would have done it a million times before. Every day if he had to, if that meant you'd be sweet to him like this. Singing his praises in that high pitched, whiny tone that had his cock throbbing in his pants.

He kept his pace, slow and switching patterns, taking note of which ones had your legs stiffening, thighs shaking. Others that had your back arching, thighs clamping around his head while you writhed around, some sort of sexy headlock Eddie was content being in as long as he needed to be.

He wished he was in the studio so he could have recorded the sounds of you coming. Those wet squelches, vulgar and erotic, followed by an ensemble of lilted moans and breathy praises. "Oh, right there, right there. Fuck, Ed, 'm cumming. I-I can't- oh!- fuck, too much. 's too much."

Eddie watched as your chest heaved, hands on wither side of your head, glassy eyes that trained on the high ceiling, vision blurry and swirled. His chin propped on the fat of your thigh, pressing kisses into the soft skin, nuzzling his nose into your sweet scent.

"Better?" He asked smugly. You nodded dumbly, leaving him grinning.

"Very much better." You muttered, uncaring at the jumbled words falling from your lips. "S'good. You got me s'good."

Eddie grinned smugly. "Yeah? I'm glad, Princess." He muttered, hands sliding up your exposed torso, ghosting over your nipples gently before either hand was beside your head. He hovered over you, your release still shining on his chin, leaving you whimpering and thighs quaking.

"Think I'll have to have a few more lessons from ya, baby. Wanna make sure I do it right." Eddie winked, ducking down so his nose brushed with yours, curls tickling your neck and flushed cheeks.

"Yeah?" You breathed, woozy smile and dazed eyes that batted up at him sweetly. "Gotta make sure you have time."

Eddie snorted lightly. "For you? I got all the time in the world, baby. Rest of my fuckin' life." He muttered, his fingers ghosting over your dazzling engagement ring, lips hovering over yours, leaving your searing and swooning into his kiss.

[ghostssweetgirl]

crazy over you ~ simon ghost riley x reader slow burn/enemies to lovers

description: y/n gets transferred to task force 141 and quickly becomes friends with soap and gaz, but her and ghost "hate" each other for the first part. warnings: mentions of violence and death (duh), alcohol intake, smoking (at some point), nsfw (at some point), subtle flirting with soap. i'm new to writing? so don't expect this to be the greatest. this is not in line with the game campaigns or missions. the only characters i included are y/n, soap, gaz, price, & ghost. i have no knowledge of the military this is just creativity disclaimer: i do not own modern warfare or any of its characters.

chapters: next [switch] last

A/N - Very short chapter but it's because the last one was long. Update: Work has got me caught up so... Between editing what I was unhappy with in this story and work being extra, I've just started catching up with writing the rest of the story. Release times will be shorter from here on out. Just warnin' ya! I do have notes and stuff so it should make writing the next few chapters easier :) 

As you and Simon exit the hotel, you get into the passenger side of the vehicle.

"I had fun, Simon," you smiled at him. "Thank you for coming out with me..."

"Same here, doll." Weird, he was short with you again. Figuring it was just work, you let it go and enjoy the ride back, feeling happy with the outing.

Before the ride got too quiet, you made sure to compliment him. "You're... a good kisser, by the way. Never been kissed like that."

He raised his eyebrow, quickly peeking at you. "Hm."

"Is... everything okay?" you sheepishly asked.

"Affirmative, just work. One thing, luv. Ghost on the field and in front of others."

"Okay, understood, sir."

--

Arriving back at base, you walk into the safe house before Ghost does, and immediately go to find food. Soap and Gaz are in the kitchen and ooh-ing and aww-ing at the two of you.

"Fuck off, pests," Ghost spat as he made his way to his room. You look over your shoulder at him, noticing his sweet demeanor had, in fact, switched. No longer Simon. 

Sitting down at the table after grabbing some leftover scrambled eggs, you, Soap, and Gaz watch Ghost leave without a word. And as soon as he walks out the door...

Soap looks over at you, excited. "How was it?"

"Did you see his face? Is he ugly?"

"How was the movie?"

"... How big is it?"

You choked on your food at the last question, staring off into space, now trying to catch your breath at the randomness of Soap's ask. You laugh before you respond, chewing the last bit of your food. "Wouldn't you like to know?"

"N-not like that, lass..." Soap put his head down, realizing how he sounded.

"No, it was fine. We watched Robin Hood... The Disney version... I didn't see his... full face."

"Did ya kiss?" he smirked.

Your smile instantly gave it away as you blushed at the thought, remembering being on Si-Ghost's lap like you were. 

"Ahhh! Was it good? Tell me," Soap took a sip of his orange juice.

You nodded, "Damn good."

Gaz shook his head in playful disapproval. "Done with your questions, Soap?"

"Aye... For now..." he squinted at you. "I'll leave 'er alone..."

You hummed, "We had pizza. And nearly 2 bottles of whiskey."

"Lucky bastards..." they spoke in unison, looking at each other as the words came out of their mouths. 

"We got to sleep in a real bed," you smirked, playfully rubbing it in their faces. 

Soap paused, "YOU GUYS SLEPT TOGETHER?! LIKE - IN THE SAME BED?!"

You furrowed your brows, "Yeah? I mean - he didn't sleep, I slept... on him. Jesus, I'm probably not supposed to be saying any of this... It was fun, okay, Soap? We had our own little time and got to know each other more. I'm just glad he doesn't hate me... anymore."

"Yeah, yeah..." he tutted, jealous - you weren't sure of what, though. 

[cryptomiracle]

Hi!! I love how you're getting new to writing and I was wondering if you could write a thing about jeff! About him with a mean child reader! And like the kid is just sad and went Through a lot so that's why their mean? But I want the thing to be about jeff trying to make the crack a laugh and or a smile?

WARNINGS

Reader is supposed to be about 11-14

Cursing

This does not apply to my other hcs/fics for Jeff!!

Disassociation

Jeff being emo

Reader lives in slendermans manor as sally's "care taker"

(click here for an explanation on what sallys care taker means)

(e/c) means "eye color"

(f/f) means "favorite food"

(f/d) means "favorite drink"

(y/n) means "your name"

..................................

your unfocused (e/c) eyes stared aimlessly at the plate of dull, unpleasant, looking food that sat in front of you.

The world around you looked fuzzy almost as if you were underwater.

the memories of your past plaguing your mind, you felt the burning sensation of tears well up in your eyes, the painful lump in your throat almost suffocating you.

The blurriness deepend and you took note of how your thoughts started to slow down, how you felt the world around you slowly collapse.

then there was nothing

just you sitting there, devoid of any feeling other than psychical, but even that felt dull, lifeless.

The tears that threatened to spill over soon dissolved, the thoughts that were once overflowing, were now silent.

Everything was silent, the voices that were once all around you, the ones belonging to people you knew had exited the room.

How long had it been since they left? Why didn't you take note of that

You fell deeper into your trance like state, not noticing the young man quietly sitting down across from you.

*BANG*

The sound of a fist being slammed against the hard wood table pulled you out of that daze

With a shiver and a little gasp, your eyes quickly focused on the pale calloused hand that had hit the table, and then looked up to the man sitting across from you.

You soon recognized him to be jeff, his haircut was a bit choppy you could tell he did it himself, his fringed bangs slightly covering up one of his lidless eyes, while the other was in full view showcasing his dark blue irises.

you: "what do you want.."

you said lowly as you crossed your arms across your chest, and turned your head away from him.

jeff: "you've been sitting here for almost two hours (y/n).."

he paused before speaking again

jeff: "sally is getting worried"

you turned your head back to it's original place, and shot him a confused look.

you: "since when did you care about how sally felt?"

you scoffed

he huffed, and leaded back into his chair

jeff: "have you even eaten?"

he asked, completely ignoring your question

you: "no.."

you then realized how hungry you actually were, your stomach felt as if it had been twisted into knots, you looked down at the gruel like substance that resided on your plate, the color of it.. or lack there of combined with the texture and the way that it defied gravity caused whatever hunger you had, to turn into nausea.

you grabbed your fork, and started toying with the un-earthly "meal"

he laughed as he watched your expression go from blank, to disgust.

jeff: "I'm guessing ej cooked tonight.."

he grinned, causing the smile he carved into his face to grow in size

you looked up and nodded

jeff: "hm"

He paused and looked at you, like he was thinking of something.

jeff: "wait here"

he said as he stood up from his chair and walked out of the dinning room, you wanted to get up and leave but curiosity got the best of you, so you stayed seated.

about 3 minutes later, he came back into the dining room carrying a plastic bag in his hands

you: "what's that..?"

you asked hesitantly

jeff: "open it"

he said as he sat the bag on the table in front of you, you gave him a suspicious look, before slowly pulling the bag towards you

he sighed, patience was not one of his virtues.

jeff: "can you just open it?? it's not a f#cking b0mb (y/n)"

you whispered a quick "assh0le" under your breath before opening the bag to reveal a to-go box and a can of (f/d)

you carefully opened the to-go box to see it was filled with (f/f)

you: "where'd you get this?"

you questioned him, ignoring the slight excitement you felt.

jeff: "I stole it from tobys fridge"

He said nonchalantly, as if he hadn't just stolen from one of slendermans most trusted and highest ranking proxies.

your jaw went slack, he saw the shock on your face and smiled

you: " and what if he finds out? you idiot!"

you stretched your leg out and kicked him in the shin

jeff: "if he finds out, I'll just say I ate it."

He shrugged his shoulders

your brows started to furrow, anger bubbling over.

jeff: "oh c'mon, what's he gonna do?"

he said as he moved your previous plate to the side and pushed the to-go box closer to you.

you: "uh, I dunno.. decapitate you?"

your voice slightly raised with annoyance, he let out a chuckle.

The chuckle then turned into a fit of laughter once he realized you were being serious, he placed his left arm on the table and rested his head against it, he then used his to hold his stomach.

once he finally finished laughing, he looked up at you and leaned back into his chair.

you looked at him with a slight scowl across your face, you couldn't understand what was so funny to him.

Jeff: "y'know, toby is not as much of bad@ss as everyone thinks he is"

you raised your eyebrows, was he insane? I mean yeah he was, but you didn't think he was delusional.

He reached his hand into his blood stained hoodie, and pulled out an old beat up Samsung.

The screen quickly lit up, he slid his thumb across the screen then clicked onto his gallery.

He scrolled until he found what he was looking for, he then slid his phone across the table to you.

You picked up the phone, it's screen was cracked and there was dried blood in some of the crevices.

When you looked at the screen, you were shocked to say the least

displayed on the screen was a low quality video of toby, he was up in a tree hugging it tightly.

the video zoomed onto his face, fear was written all over his face.

The camera then moved down to the base of the tree, showing the back of what appeared to be smile dog.

Smile dog stood up against the tree, his claws dragged against it creating deep scratch marks on it.

He growled lowly at toby, then barked viscously at him.

toby: "GET Y-YOUR F#CKING DOG JEFF"

you heard jeff snicker in the video

jeff: "he just wants to be your friend toby!"

jeff taunted as smile slightly wagged his tail

jeff: "don't worry, he doesn't bite"

then suddenly, smile dog jumped up and bit tobys foot

smile shook tobys foot roughly, he backed up still holding onto tobys foot while trying to pull toby out of the tree.

with one more tug, smile dog ripped tobys shoe off of his foot and took off running.

toby: "G-GET BA-CK HERE Y-YOU MUTT"

his voice slightly cracked when he screamed.

You heard jeff laugh loudly over on the video before the camera shot down to the ground and ended.

You smiled at the sight, you genuinely couldn't believe what you were seeing

Toby, one of slendermans most brutal killers was screaming and hiding in a tree because of a DOG

not even realizing that you were smiling your head shot up to look at jeff, a plethora of questions bubbling over in your mind.

jeff: "if toby ever gives you any problems, just call smile"

He pulled his phone back to him, and smiled at you as you giggled at the thought of toby trembling in fear because of smile dog

he slid his phone back into his hoodie before speaking again.

jeff: "now eat.."

he demanded, you sighed and pulled out a plastic fork that was in the bag.

you ripped the plastic casing, and pulled the cutlery out.

taking no time, you dug in.

jeff: "it may be cold, but I'm sure it's better than whatever the hell that was"

he pointed his finger towards your previous meal, you could've sworn you saw it move.

You nodded, and continued eating.

you ate fast, barely taking any time to chew up your food.

you were almost finished when you stopped.

you looked up at jeff, who was hunkered over scrolling on his phone.

His posture was atrocious, but you couldn't judge

you: "why.."

you paused and squinted your eyes at him, still holding onto your fork.

He looked up from his phone, wearing a bored expression on his face.

you: "why are you doing this?"

He raised his eyebrows

jeff: "what?"

you: "why are you doing this for me?"

you: "you don't know me like that, why go through all that trouble for me?"

Your tone was laced with spite, you were worried that he had ulterior motives.

It's not like you and jeff didn't know each other, Slenderman had assigned him to "look after" you, to make sure none of the other residents tried to kill you, but he was usually an assh0le towards you.

he sighed, and turned off his phone.

jeff: "I know you've had a hard time adjusting to living here, and I know your life before was kinda sh!tty.."

he stopped, you could tell he was trying to find the right words to use

you grabbed the can of (f/d) and popped it open, you took a big gulp of it and sat it down on the table.

jeff: "honestly kid.."

jeff: "you remind me of a mini, less f#cked up version of me.."

his expression softened as he spoke

you almost choked, that was the last thing you expected him to say.

you: "gross, don't ever say that last part again"

he scoffed

Jeff: "and here I was trying to have a heartfelt moment with you, you little assh0le"

you grinned and continued eating

..................................

once you were done eating, you put the empty to-go box in the bag, along with the empty can of (f/d)

you stood up, and grabbed the bag Jeff grabbed your old plate, and stood up as well.

You both made your way into the kitchen, you walked over to the garbage can and threw away your trash.

Jeff walked over to the sink, and slid your plate into the soapy dishwater

You were about to make your way out of the kitchen, when you heard him call your name.

jeff: "aren't you gonna help?"

he looked at you, and gently moved his head to the side to get his bangs out of his face.

You sighed, before walking over to stand beside him in front of the sink.

you watched patiently as he rolled up his sleeves revealing his deathly pale skin, and grabbed the dish out of the murky water.

He grabbed a sponge, and gently slid it across the plate.

He then handed it to you, and started on the fork.

You turned on the faucet, the hot water slightly burning your hands.

You rinsed the plate off, and stared at for a second before you started to speak.

you: "thanks.. I guess"

you said in a hushed tone, barely above a whisper.

jeff: "what was that?"

he snickerd

You lightly elbowed him in the side

you: "don't be a douche"

as you set the plate onto the rack that was sitting on the counter, you felt tears well in your eyes.

you realized how long it had been since someone had shown you kindness like that, even though it was as tiny as giving you something to eat.

he handed you the fork as you sniffled.

he heard your sniffles, and turned his head down at you.

jeff: "you alright?"

you dropped the fork into the sink and pulled him into an awkward hug.

you sobbed into his arm as he hesitantly hugged you back

you: "you're kinda stinky jeff"

You managed to say over your sobs, he laughed and gently patted you on the back.

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i will be reading over this later to check for any mistakes, please tell me if you spot any!

ty for reading <3

[wooblrb]

the law of being friends with a male: chapter 6

genre,, fluff, friends to lovers, slow burn ?? 

pairing: junghoon x fem!reader 

warnings: kinda creepy silly emoji,, 

masterlist 𓇢𓆸

taglist ^-^: @dogyunslover @fordohyon

a/n: 2 chapters today!! omg jinsik is literallyy y/n and junghoons biggest fan LOL lmkkk what yalll thinkkkk (˶˃ ᵕ ˂˶)

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“MA’AM! PLEASE BRING ME ANOTHER BOWL!” my best friend, jiwoon shouts with her finger up. 

suddenly her mom comes and smacks her with a tray. 

“what do you mean by “ma’am”?! aren’t you going to school daughter?" jiwoon’s mom shouts back. 

jiwoon and i are currently eating breakfast togehher at her moms restaurant. 

“y/n, make sure to eat a lot~ and focus on your studies” her mom says and she puts a thumbs up and smiles sweetly. 

i nod and smile back, holding back a laugh after jiwoon got hit. 

her mom walks away and jiwoon looks back at me 

“so..tell me~ what happened yesterday after you met with jinsik?” she asks while holding her head. 

“don’t tell me that as soon as you saw him you pretended to not know him and ran away…” she predicts, hoping it isn’t true. 

“uh, about that..” 

last night ~ 

“y/n? i didn't expect to see you here. were you out for a wa-…” 

jinsik cut off his sentence when i pull the strings of my hood and hid my face. 

…

“..y/n..?” 

“im not that person… i have to go..” i say muffled as i start backing away. 

i attempt to run away with my hood still covering my face, but i unfortunately bump into a tree. 

BAM

“ouchh.” 

end of flash back 

“HOW DID YOU KNOW..” 

jiwoon face palms. 

“ahh my best friend is just too predictable..” jiwoon answer as she takes a sip of water. 

“why did you do that? you guys are friends, shouldn’t you just say hello and hang out with them for a bit?” she asks confused of my actions. 

“it wasn’t that simple..(¬_¬)” 

“even if you didn’t want to hang out you could’ve just greeted him and then leave! orrr could it be that you didn’t want to show him your sad expression~” she teases, grinning. 

“i mean.. you’re not wrong i guess..’’ i respond as i place my head on the table.  

i think it was because i panicked after i heard him say her name..bora. i figured that she’s the one that has jinsik’s heart. so, during yesterdays situation, the mood made me feel like an uninvited guest. they look like they are made for each too.. their visuals are out of this world T-T.  

“i made up my mind. from now on… i won’t like ham jinsik anymore!!! now that’s part of the paSt. i dont like him anymore!!” i exclaim with a determined expression on my face. 

“HUUH?! YOU SOUND LIKE A PERSON WHO JUST STOPED LIKING HER FAVORITE IDOL!!” jiwoon shouts with her mouth full of food.

“ma’am! can i get another bowl of soup for consolation..” 

and just after she says that, her mom slams a tray on her head again. 

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i decided to let him go smoothly. im happy with my position as jay’s close friend. ill move on like a cool person and just wish jinsik the best… 

*boop* 

junghoon and jinsik poke my forehead after noticing it was red. 

“what are you guys doing…(｡·  v  ·｡) ?’’ i say confused. 

“it’s red.” junghoon utters, still poking my forehead

“hm it is..” jinsik repllies as ad looks at my forehead 

“what are you guys talking about..AND STOP POKING ME LIKE IM SLIME!” 

“y/n, your forehead is really red.. doesn’t it hurt?” jinsik ask with a worry in his voice. 

“huh? oh.. i just scratched a bit, it doesn’t hurt that much im fine hehe…~” i quickly say as i hide my forehead with my bangs. 

‘is it because of the tree i ran into last night? (╥﹏╥)’ 

“here.” junghoon puts a cold milk tea carton on my forehead. 

“keep it there.” 

“oh..ok..” i mumble, slightly surprised. 

i grab the carton and look at it.

‘milk..tea…(💢●‸●)’ 

“im going to the store to buy a new one.” junghoon says while walking away.

‘buy a new one? does he really like these..?

“y/n. is your forehead red because we bumped into each other last night?” jinsik asks hiding a smile. 

“you must’ve seen someone else.” i say blankly, not wanting to remember that embarrassing moment. 

“tch i know it was you. there’s no way i couldn’t recognize you. why did you pretend you didn’t know me?” he giggles and tilts his head. 

“uh… i didn’t do that…( ._. )” i obviously lie as i avoid eye contact.  

“dont tell me you were embarrassed~” he teases while covering his mouth with his hand. 

“WHAT!?! THATS NOT THE REASON!!!” i shout as i grab his arm. 

“then…you weren’t happy to see me…? i was so happy when i saw you tho..T-T” jinsik fake cries and covers his face. 

“a-are you crying? dont do that! i was the one you saw yesterday! i just go flustered..” i admit as i try to make him stop crying. 

jinsik looks up and gives me his famous toothy grin. 

“hmmm~” 

‘this jerk really tricked me..’

“ahh you finally admitted it! are you ok now? does it still hurt?” he asks still laughing a bit. 

“yes im fine now….and you.. are you not mad with me..?” i say while looking down, embarrassed. 

he shakes his head ‘no’ and smiles 

“im not mad just a little upset.. but ill be generous and forgive you :p” he jokes and nudges my arm. 

i giggle and blush a bit.  

“so jinsik, i wanted to talk to you about something…” i tell him as i start walking. 

“hm? what is it?” 

“im done with having a crush!” i exclaim, looking forward. 

“ah.. really? why?” he asks curiously. 

“its just that.. well.. uh.. i dint have to like him forever, right? as time goes by it is normal for that feeling to go away.. and i dont think his really interested me.” i fake a sad face trying to give my best performance. 

jinsik looks at me surprised and then looks forward also. 

“oh.. i see you lost interest..’’

jinsiks pov

‘so she thinks junghoon doesn’t like her..? im not sure about that.. because before at the store he..’ 

at the store 

“huh? milk tea? you always get banana milk?” jinsik asks Junghoon confused on his choice. 

“hm i just want to make sure that y/n eats well..” 

‘omg..*fanboying* (⸝⸝⸝O﹏ O⸝⸝⸝)’ 

it wasn’t just that, when he told her to put it on her forehead.. he isn’t the type to be interested in others like that, but he was concerned about her head.

i definitely think he’s interested on her.. even if i didn’t hear it from him directly…I’ve known him for years. i'm sure of it. 

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[the-diabolist]

For kinktober fill meme, Mason in the library with a brick?

Kinktober 2022, day 3 - Mason <3<3<3

c.w: gn reader, cockwarming, light dom/sub dynamics, size difference. 700w

It's very mean of him to laugh, but he does it anyway.

"Havin' a rough go of it?" He rumbles somewhere above your ear. Feeling spiteful, you slam yourself backwards against his chest, hoping to knock the wind out of him a little - but he doesn't have the decency to react in any way. Meanwhile, you've actually winded yourself a bit. You suppose you should know better than to pick a fight with a brick wall.

"Why are you so big?" You ask, meaning it both ways.

"Mama fucked a kodiak," he jokes, "and I'm proportional. Never caught ya complainin' before."

"Well, normally you're using it, and I'm too busy coming to fuss," you grouse.

"You fuss plenty, trust me," he chuckles, then plants a kiss on the crown of your head. "An' you're welcome, by the way, for all the coming."

It's almost impossible to stay still; you feel so full. The urge to move keeps getting stronger and stronger, until you can't help but squirm, and then he adds another 3 minutes to the clock.

That's the vicious cycle you're trapped in. The timer is currently sitting at about 15 minutes.

He rumbles pleasantly as you reflexively clench around him again. That keeps happening, probably a symptom of your body's desperation for him to do something more than just sit there. It happens a couple more times in quick succession, and then the burning feeling in your thighs intensifies, and then, again, you can't resist - you rock your hips.

"Mm -" he starts, giant hands closing around your hips to keep them still.

"Don't say it," you force out between gritted teeth.

"Three more minutes," he tsks.

You throw your head back against his sternum. He grunts this time, at least.

"This isn't fair," you protest.

"Never said it was," he admits, "but it's fun. For me," he clarifies. "You feel good."

"I could feel better," you tempt, and roll your hips even deeper to make a point.

He sucks in a breath, but still says, "that's three more."

You give up with a huff, leaning back against his broad chest. You try to relax and focus on the movie playing across from you, but he stretches you too full to ignore. Soon enough, you feel the frantic energy building up again.

"Mason," you practically whine, "please?"

"Aw, poor thing," he hums, kissing you again, "bless yer heart. S'pose I can take a little pity on ya. Gotta stay still, though."

You nod, and a hand trails down between your legs, where broad fingers start to slowly stroke you. It immediately soothes some of the tension in your gut.

"Better?" He murmurs.

"Yes," you sigh. Now you're fighting the urge to buck against his hand, but at least you're getting more stimulation.

He keeps a slow, steady rhythm. Before long, you're digging your fingers into his thigh to keep from moving as you hover close to an orgasm.

"Can - can I come?" You plead breathlessly, internally begging for relief and hoping he isn't going to make you beg externally in order to get it... not that you wouldn't, at this point.

"Hm," he says, "I think I've spoiled you with all that coming you mentioned before... now ya think you're entitled."

His fingers move faster; you gasp, thighs trembling as you fight to hold yourself together, waiting for permission. You're about to start begging unprompted.

Showing zero mercy, he thrusts his hips - just once, just barely, but enough to bounce you upward and cause an intense rush of sensations.

After that, you're so close that you know one more stroke of his hand is going to send you over, and you don't want to know what your punishment will be for finishing without approval.

Fuck it, time to beg.

"Please, Mason, please, please, oh god - "

"Go ahead," he says, chuckling, and you implode after the first syllable, interrupting him with a cry as your head falls back against his chest.

"Very good," he purrs while you come down, panting, "can't say I hated the way that felt."

You're not surprised to hear that; you're pretty sure you felt him throb a couple of times during your aftershocks.

"Now settle down. There's still about 12 minutes left on the clock, and yer makin' me impatient."

[that-one-weeb-buts-its-the-main]

Couls I please request Pietro Maximoff dating Frank Castle's/The Punisher's daughter headcanons <333

Pietro Dating the

Punisher's Daughter

Headcanons

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reader: female | Frank x reader (Platonic) | Pietro x Reader (Romantic)

type: headcannons + Drabbles

notes: I may be back at it idk, I do know that I've been bingeing stranger things so you guys may get fics for that soon

Warnings: none, I mean, spying? Uh. That's it? Slow burn ig

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The first question to ask is how did you even meet Pietro?

On the battlefield? While teaming up with the Avengers?

No

He spilled hot coffee all over you: you're two cups of hot joe and two pastries splat, right on your fannel

"oh no! no! No!"

"Ah- I. Sorry, sorry, does it burn?"

"This is my dads-"

Oh. FEAR

He's immediately trying to rub it out with you, luckily the fannel's dark, and it looks like a wet stain with the jelly from the pastries gone.

"I think, yeah, you look brand new."

"Yeah, thanks haha."

"Pietro." He stuck his hand out.

"Y/n."

"I'll buy the coffees for you again."

"No. No, don't worry about it, really."

That was it too, you weren't the prettiest girl that's for sure, Pietro opted out for a more "girly girl" make-up, dresses

and you were, well you were stocky, no makeup, with a fannel, jeans with military boots.

You weren't the girl Pietro would look for or even go after

So when you both kept showing up at the small coffee shop it was a nice little friend to say Hello too

And soon that turned into sitting together

Just a quick how your week was and that usual bs

10-minute chat turned into 20, and 20 to thirty, 20 to an hour

You both often see each other with cuts and bruises but never asked

simply because you know you don't wanna be asked and he doesn't wanna be asked, so you both just knew better it seemed.

Franks fucking annoyed

WHERE TF IS HIS COFFEE

Also, it's cutting into bitchin with each other over "breakfast"

Finally, he has enough one day and just drives down to go get you.

Low and behold: there the two of you are: like some romantic couple, smiling and laughing at one another over

Pietro would admit if you asked, he had it wrong, looks aren't always everything

He enjoyed the conversation with you: you two could talk about just anything and have a smile on his face, and the same with you.

Frank, reeled back at first: he was gonna let you come to him with cold coffee...again.

"Here."

"Thanks."

"Mhm."

"Cold again, they must be getting real busy in there as of late."

"Yeah, unfortunately." Y/n chuckled.

"So who's the boy?"

"The coffee guy? Robert? or Angelo something like that." Y/n told.

"Hm. We'll just go somewhere else then-"

"What!? No!" Y/n complained, "I. I just really like the pastries here. Maria makes them from scratch."

You'll never admit it to Frank

But he knows already,

Involves Matt and Curt, on "research" fuck he even pulled Karen and Madani in

"Who's this kid?" Frank argued.

"Kids from Sokovia," Matt spoke slapping papers down on the desk

"Twin brother to Wanda Maximoff,"

"The Scarlet Witch?" Midani asked picking up the papers, "Newest addition to the Avengers."

"What do you got on him?" Frank asked Midani.

"Came here with his sister, sponsored by the one and only Tony Stark."

"He lives in the Avenger's complex." Curt added, "Securities a bitch, but was able to find a good place to scout."

"Karen?"

"Yeah they pretty much cleared it up, yet if he's on the Avenger's he has to have some type of power: some type of enhancements or powers," Karen added.

"Enhancements?"

"Well. Yeah, Here."

Karen took her own pages out and spread them out, "Captain America: chemically enhanced, Ironman: has technology beyond our age a full suit of armor, Hulk: chemically enhanced, Thor: A literal god from a different world, Black Widow: though not know it's easy to say she too had been chemically enhanced and the same for Hawkeye."

"So?" Curt asked, "It's a Weirdo's club."

"Yes, Curt, it's a Weirdo's club, a Werdio's club where they could end the whole country if they truly wanted to." Matt spoke up, "But better yet if Frank could be normal and introduce himself, I'm sure the country would end..."

"What's that suppose to mean Murdock?"

"Let's be honest, if you just introduced yourself to Mark, Y/n and him could have been very happy, even if it didn't last long," Matt spoke, obviously throwing shade at Frank.

"How do you know about Mark!?"

Ah yes Mark, you're only "boyfriend" previously, that Frank scared away.

Karen's point was that if these people had super powers, Pietro Maximoff most likely had powers as well and he should tread with caution

He didn't: he never does

But Matt had a point even tho he didn't want to admit it

So there he is knocking on the doorframe to your door.

"Hey old man."

He smiled, "Hey kid."

He walks over as she moves her feet as he sits down: "Still wondering what you're ordering for dinner?"

Frank chuckled, "Chinese?"

"Sounds good." Y/n smiled he smiled back shortly just to look back down between his legs at the floorboard below.

"Look, Kid, I know. I know you're good with this independent study crap, and I know you're responsible, you can handle yourself."

Y/n let the book fall into her lap, her hand on her temporary bookmarker, "uh, yeah thanks."

"But."

But was never good, Y/n gulped: did she have to go back to school? Ew. Did she have to stop patrolling with him?

"I. I gotta know who this guy is." He told her.

"Guy?" Y/n questioned.

"At the coffee shop, white hair, from Sokovia, Name's Pietro Maximoff?"

"Pietro? The guy I talk with at the coffee shop? We're friends-" Y/n started, but soon stopped, "How'd you know his name?"

"That's not important-"

"You spied on him!? Didn't you-"

"Kid-"

"Who'd you'd involve in it!? Curt? Midani?!" Y/n argued, "What you get Karen and Matt too!?"

Frank was quiet as Y/n fell quiet too; "You...involved Matt and Karen..."

"Kid-"

"I get Curt and Midani! But Matt and Karen!? And they helped!?" Y/n argued, "You all tell me to trust you but then instead of just asking you just get the government on them!?!"

"And you!? You lied to me!"

"Last time I was hanging out with a boy you scared him shitless I lost my only friend!" Y/n argued.

Well, you did have a point there.

And next time you see Pietro you apologize for it, he laughs and actually says he's wondering why he saw someone on a rooftop

wow, Curt real stealthy

Anyhow he says don't worry about it: but the only way he's going to forgive you is going with him to a Tony Stark Party

You agreed, shit why not

You guys spent the day talking: now that you know he's an avenger you tell him about you're own dad.

"The Punisher? Hm, this bagel is really good- That's the guy who kills criminals right?"

"Yeah...I'm his 'sidekick' I suppose."

Jaw dropped actually as you said that

Shit you're even cooler to him

"No way-"

"Yes..."

"So like...if I'm bad you're gonna pull out a gun- do you-"

There's sudden a pistol between the two of you

OH SHIT YOU DO CARRY A GUN WOAH- wait. where were you hiding it?

"I'll forget everything if: you come to the party with me and show me how to work it."

"Fair enough."

That's a total ten in his books, you're a ten now.

You're happy that he's okay with it

Also glad he's so...overly excited about it.

So you give him your address, and he promises not to tell anyone.

and you go your separate ways after about two more hours of just PURE blabbering on to one another.

Also exchanged numbers

When you get home: franks not there, and you're in your room looking at your limited clothing

What do you wear to a party?

You went with dark jeans, and a flannel you tucked into you're jeans and went to steal a belt from Frank.

Okay....a few buttons undone with no bra? Play it a little Billy Hargroves style...yeah...yeah you can do this.

Okay...yeah... yeah...

You hear a knock on the door and there's pietro.

"hey-"

"Hey..."

"Wow..."

"Too manly?"

"wow..."

Y/n waved a hand in front of Pietro, "Uh? hello?"

"Wow..."

Pietro exe has stopped working

It's funny really

Finally, he reboots though, and says you look like some sexy lumberjack that fights bears in a forest

Thank you?

God he's weird, but you love it- Like it, you like it

you guys walk till you find a cab

and the cab takes you away

Then Frank comes home, and you're nowhere to be found: he figures you're still mad at him, and he knows you come in through the window often, so he'll just chill out

and totally not become paranoid as he looks at your room.

your usual backpack is right there, just in arm's reach

No

That's being a bad father: But...in his defense he is worried

He decides to give it till nightfall

so he goes through it literally when nightfall is barely upon but there's really nothing there to make him worried.

Where could you be?

But he finds the number on your desk, with Pietro's name written on it and a game of tik take toe

Oh. He knows his best chance now

He makes his way over and sneaks in easy peasy

but oh guess who pins him to the wall, it's Matt Murdock.

"The hell you doin Murdock!" "What do you think!? Keepin' you from making a huge mistake." "Dress all up all fancy" "Had to dress the part, here put this on."

He does as forced.

"Why are you here Murdock?"

"Watchin' out for my dear niece."

"She's not you're niece."

Anyways so you stick out like a sore thumb you feel like, but Pietro keeps calling you the prettiest of the room.

You find that really hard after meeting Black Widow.

But everyone's super nice

And thor wants to challenge you: friendly of course

Pietro says you could win easily.

He's very much complimenting you all night, telling you how easily you could kick ass easily: and look like a hot lady that fights bears in the forest

Odd compliment, but it's sweet and adorable.

So you start complimenting him back.

Shameless flirting

Even Clint and Steve are gagging at it from the couch across from you

Like you were literally having a conversation with the two a second again: and then all the sudden you and Pietro were flirting with each other

"Oh but we're just friends" Steve's ass

Scott comes out and just blatantly tells you two you're a cute couple and then proceeds to sit between you two and introduce himself to you

"I'm Ant-"

"Ant-Man, I know. You're my favorite back street hero."

"I like her, keep her."

And suddenly you're talking to Scott the whole party

Talk about a cock blocker

You figure it's a good way to tease Pietro anyways, giving full divided attention to Scott's story on how he stole his superhero suit.

Okay, wait the whole store is actually unnecessarily entertaining.

"What about you? You know? Superpowers? Cool suit."

"Uh...normal, you know as a 19-year-old on independent study."

"So...no cool suit-"

Y/n pulls out a gun, causing Steve and Clint to spit out their drinks back into their cups out of shock.

"Pistol's all I can fit on me."

"Its warm..." Scott spoke, "Where do you fit this- WHY IS IT WARM-"

"May I have my date back?" Pietro asked.

Cut to Pietro literally stealing you back.

because he wants to "show you something"

and Frank's hidden in the crowded walls and sees Pietro pull you along.

someone will be getting an ass beating rn

GUESS WHO WALKED LITERALLY INTO FRAME AS YOU TWO ARE HAVING YOUR FIRST KISS

"This was the plan earlier," Pietro admitted, a small table with flowers in the middle, and a few coffee pots sitting on hot plates along with pastries, creamers, and a few sugars.

"I don't know what you drink. So. I made, a few."

"Is this what you were working up to Maximoff?" Y/n chuckled, "It's cute."

"I never did pay you back, for the coffees."

Y/n smiled, "Much obliged,"

It was amazing to say the least, maybe not the coffee, oh no Y/n didn't believe Pietro actually knew how to make coffee, but the thought of it was sweet, and changed the bitter-tasting coffee to sweet and non-burnt. They laughed back and forth in the chilly night air.

"Yes, Scott...he uh." Pietro chuckled, "Nice, but, needs more than a hint sometimes."

Y/n smiled, "I think he's...cute"

"Oh? Cute?" Pietro chuckled leaning against the railing with her, "Maybe I should help a friend out and set you two up?"

"Oh please, he's a bit too old for me, worth it for the storytelling though." Y/n teased, "plus...boys who spill coffee on me seem to be my type."

Pietro smiled at her as she smiled looking down at her mug.

"It's a bit chilly out-" Y/n spoke looking back at him, "feels better than..."

Y/n paused her cup being taken out of her hand, she let it slip from her fingers and cleared her throat looking away, "Feels better than inside, so stuffy with all those people."

"yeah..." he admitted.

It was silent, "Fuck it?" y/n asked.

"Agreed." He answered as she quickly kissed him, pressing her lips to his roughly.

it's Frank and his boyfriend matt

You pulled away so quickly and pointed your pistol at him and he did the same

Reflexes and all

But you and Frank continue to argue at gunpoint until Matt has to Daredevil kick that shit out of your hands.

"Oh, is this? Spy dad." Pietro asked

"Watch it, Pretty Boy," Frank argued

"Okay. let's calm down." Matt cut in.

"Shut it, Murdock!" Y/n and Frank shouted.

"Please," Y/n added in a softer tone.

Literally becomes the mediator for you three, Pietro is stuck between it.

Oh, he got himself into a dysfunctional family? yeah, he was in love with Y/n for sure

[jupyterdream]

Chapter 15: Ampere's Law

Whoooohoooo!

Chapter 15 is done!!

Taglist: @kazumaple

Warnings: Reader is psychopathic, reader is manipulative, ooc, enemies to lover, friends to lovers, slow burn, a lot of scientific jargon, reader is female, female pronouns, reader has a nickname, reader is bad person, yandere reader, do not interact if any of the above makes you uncomfortable.

Pairings: Tomo x Reader

If you wish to be added/removed from the taglist, please let me know.

Thankfully, I never had trouble making friends. 

Though, I never really considered them real friends. People you hang out with at school, sometimes outside of it, but never someone I could talk with heart to heart. 

People I became friends with, they always talked about how lucky I was to have a father who was the beloved town doctor. When I was young, I learned that my father was only strict with me, and was friendly with people who weren’t his family. I really didn’t know how to feel about it, but I just kept smiling like I always do whenever my friends sang praises about my father. I wasn’t sad about it, but I remember not being particularly happy about it either. 

So the friends I made in my first semester of college were no different. People who I never allowed myself to open up to, people who kept telling me how lucky I was to be a daughter of a doctor, how lucky I was to be born into a rich family, how lucky I was to have photographic memory. Life must be easy for me, right?

Life should be easy for me. I shouldn’t be having any problems. I’m the most fortunate person I know of. 

But I still felt empty inside. 

The only problem I knew of in my university was my physics lab partner. He was a social butterfly like me, but there was something different about how he looked at me compared to everyone else. 

Whenever he looked at me, it felt as if he saw through my soul, like he was observing every inch of me, my every movement, every aspect of my life… And sometimes, after it looked like he finished observing me, he would give me a sad smile, before going back to talking to another classmate with that bouncy voice of his. 

In all romance novels, this is the beginning of a beautiful love story. A girl meets a mysterious boy from their class who looks at them in a particular way. A lot of times, it's because the boy has some sort of temptation towards the girl, like being a vampire or something.  But somehow, I couldn’t help but notice that’s not how it was. He seemed nervous, almost like he was worried about me. 

It wasn’t until a few weeks after the semester started that I finally learned why he always looked at me like that. 

One day, the two of us got left behind alone in the lab room. Everyone else finished the lab, and the TA told us they had to leave the room for a little bit to get some supplies for the next lab. As soon as the TA left, the boy looked at me. 

“Doesn’t it get tiring to act like that all the time?”

I dropped my pencil that I was holding out of shock. Acting? Like what? What does he mean? 

“What are you talking about?” I gave him a bright smile that I always do. 

“I mean, you know? Smiling when you don’t really want to?” 

I do that a lot, but how does he know? No one ever noticed before him, I made it so that no one could notice. I acted perfectly up until now, did I slip somehow?

“Hm~? That’s not true! I’m really happy with my life, you know?” I tried to say it as normally as I could, but to be honest, I was so scared that he’d notice my lies that I didn’t know if I was able to act naturally. 

He stared at me for a few moments before asking in a low voice, “....Are you really?”

I really am. I promise! I’m so happy! 

I need to say that. I need to… I need to act like how I usually do so that I don’t trouble him. If he finds out I’m unhappy with my life, he’ll think I’m a spoiled brat for wanting more when I’m already so fortunate. So then, why? Why can’t I say it?

My throat hurts. It feels so tight. I can’t breathe. My eyes feel as if they’re being squeezed out of my socket, and I felt something fall onto my lap. Are these tears? If I keep up my smile, would he still believe me if I said I was fine? But my lips are shivering. 

“I really… am…” 

My voice sounds so weak, and now that I’ve spoken, my throat feels even tighter. Looking at him with my blurred vision, I can tell that he’s panicking. I’ve troubled him. How could I? 

“Agh! I’m sorry! I didn’t mean to make you cry!” 

No that’s not it.

“It’s just, you reminded me of someone, so I couldn’t help but notice…” 

You don’t need to apologize. 

“Er… Please forget what I said.” 

Yeah, forget it. I’m fine. I’m happy. I’m supposed to be happy. I need to tell him. I need to tell him that I’m the most fortunate, happiest person alive. 

“I’m… not happy…” 

But my voice didn’t listen. 

“Huh?” 

“I’m not happy… I feel so empty inside. I have everything I could ask for, but I still manage to mess everything up. And now I’m troubling you. I’m sorry.” 

I’m sorry I’m not happy. 

I’m sorry you noticed.

I’m sorry I’m spoiled. 

I’m sorry I can’t succeed even with all the blessings I was given. 

I’m sorry I can’t use my talent to the fullest. 

I’m sorry I don’t want to be a doctor. 

I’m sorry I was born. 

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I felt a tug. 

He was pulling me by my hand. It didn’t feel forceful though. It was like he was guiding me. When he noticed I was looking up at him, he grinned at me and kept walking without saying anything. I didn’t understand, but after a few minutes, I managed to let out a shriveled up voice. 

“Where are we going…?” 

He gave a comforting laugh, “To the club room!”

******* 

“Xiao!! Look! Look! They’re selling food! Do you think they’ll have sweet things?” 

“I have no interest in mortal food.” 

“Says the guy who likes almond tofu.” 

“It’s the only thing I can stomach.” 

“You sound like an old man.” 

“Ulg.” 

It seems my mission of becoming friends with Xiao isn’t going as I hoped it would. My hopes and dreams were that we could get excited about the things in Liyue together, and he’d show me around places that he likes! But it almost seems as if he doesn’t really like anything… Oh, I’m doing my job to try and find an adepti too! This is an important part of research: friendship with the locals! Xiao is a local, at least he dresses as one. 

“Xiao, do you not like Liyue?” At this point, asking him directly is the best option. 

He gave me a strange look as a response, “It is something I am to protect.” 

“Are you a soldier or something?” 

“Hmph, I suppose that’s similar.” 

Xiao is kinda weird, but I like that about him. Though, it’s concerning that he doesn’t like the city he lives in. Oh, maybe if I get him into something I like, we could have a mutual hobby, and our friendship will flourish more than it already is! …More than it already is? Or, at least a bit more than whatever we have right now. 

But what should I get him into? I have a feeling he’s not the type to read romance novels. Unless he has someone he likes…?! …Nah, even then I don’t think he’ll like it. Physics? Hmmm…. I get the feeling he wouldn’t like that either. Same thing with engineering. But then, that leaves… 

I looked around the area to see if I could somehow connect it to the topic I wanna talk about. It’s a bit of a niche topic, but there has to be something…! 

And I found it. 

“Xiao! This way!!” I took his hand and started dragging him towards a store nearby. He seemed really surprised, but I kept going despite his protest. 

“Wh-What are you..?!” 

“Xiao! Look! Look!” 

I held up a brown dragon plushie from the table and brought it near his face, “It’s a dinosaur!!” 

Xiao stared at the plushie for a bit before pointing out to me, “....That is Morax.” 

“Morax?” I blinked, “It’s not a dinosaur?” 

“Morax.” Xiao snapped, “The geo archon and the one who found Liyue. Do not speak ill of his name–” 

“Whoa~! Liyue was founded by a dinosaur? I think I love Liyue even more now!” I gave the plushie a hug. I didn’t think I could add to my dinosaur plushie collection today, but here we are. 

“Are you listening–” 

“Excuse me~! How much is this plushie?” 

“Hah, whatever. Anyway, that is a figure of the great geo archon Morax who founded Liyue, I will not allow you to speak ill of his name.” 

“Does that mean you’ll get one too?” When I asked him that, he froze at me with a really funny expression. I grinned mischievously at him before picking up another plushie and paying the store owner for both plushies. I held one out to Xiao, “Here you go!” 

“I-I don’t need such a thing–” 

“But you like Morax right? I can tell from how you talk about him. Plus, I already paid for it.” 

It seems that was enough to convince him, because he took the plushie and held it in his arms without looking at me in the eyes. 

*******

You really didn’t know what Tomo was worried about. Seriously, what was the point of that conversation you had with him a few minutes ago. 

“Then what?! Then what happened!?” 

“Uhm… Well, I got Toma away from Raiden, and Ayaka told me that I could try asking the rebellion for help.” 

You silently looked at Tomo sitting next to you, eyes sparkling with excitement and breathing heavily. He reminds you of a child meeting his favorite superhero at a theme park. You glanced over at Xingqiu, who ended up reading a book next to Aether while eating his meal. He noticed you staring at him, and gave you a nervous smile. 

Though, Tomo’s reaction isn’t the thing that’s making me uncomfortable. 

“Uhm, what was the rebellion like?” 

“...” 

“Were they strong!? I’ve known about them, but I never got to meet those on the rebel side!” 

“Well, they were strong, but I realized quickly that they wouldn’t be able to go against Raiden.” 

You’ve noticed rather quickly that Aether was ignoring you. Tomo didn’t seem to notice because he was too excited to pay attention, but Paimon and Xingqiu definitely did. Every time he ignored you, they gave you a panicked yet apologetic look, trying to convey that he wasn’t usually like this. 

But whether he was always like this or not didn’t bother you. What bothered you was the fact that you tried to be friendly with him from the moment he walked into this restaurant, and yet he still had the audacity to be rude to you. And because of that, you were becoming wary of this traveler, a man with large power and stellar reputation, might turn against you when the time comes. 

You cleared your throat to get everyone’s attention before glaring at Aether, who happened to glare back at you. 

“Excuse me, but may I ask if I have offended you somehow? I couldn’t help but notice you ignoring me.” 

Tomo snapped out of his excitement to look at you quizzically, and you sighed in disbelief to realize that he really didn’t notice what was going on. 

“Paimon was wondering that too!” The little fairy exclaimed, “It’s rude to ignore people! Is something wrong?” 

Aether sighed loudly before looking at you again, “I wanted to get all the other conversation out of the way before I brought it up, but you said your name was Gravity?” 

You did introduce yourself to him when you met, but what did that have anything to do with it? 

You couldn’t even imagine, until one possibility sprouted inside your mind, and you felt like your blood was sucked out of your body. 

“Does the name Kaedehara Kazuha sound familiar?” 

….Fucking Hell.

You didn’t know what to do. Was it pride? Stupidity? Why didn’t the possibility that Aether knew Kazuha ever cross your mind? You just kept staring at Aether in horror while your brain tried to think of a way out of this situation, but alas, nothing came up. You drew a blank. 

Of course, the one who immediately responded was Tomo, “Kazuha? You know Kazuha? Both of you…?” 

You snapped your head toward Tomo to try and explain yourself, but before you could, Paimon shrieked with a voice too high pitched for your liking, “Wait a minute! Paimon remembers now! The girl who bullied Kazuha was also named Gravity!”

Xingqiu looked at all of you in confusion. It seems this conversation was more entertaining than the book he was reading. Tomo looked back and forth between you and Aether before mumbling, his voice sounded like he was shivering to you. 

“What’s going on…?” 

“Tomo! Kazuha’s been looking for you–” 

“Shut up!” You screamed at the top of your lungs, and closed your eyes shut to reject the reality in front of you. 

You imagined Tomo standing next to Kazuha, he looked so happy next to his best friend. The thought that Tomo would leave you to be by his friend’s side… It made you want to throw up.

Tomo’s mine. Whether it be his death or life or who he stands next to, I will decide all of it. 

You couldn’t help but notice how the world went quiet. You opened your eyes to realize that time had stopped around you. Above your head was a blackhole. 

I must have stopped time around me without realizing. 

It’s unlike you to act so emotionally. Or is it? You don’t even know anymore. You gave up on trying to dissect your logic years ago. 

You grabbed a UAC out of your bag and started to teleport you and Tomo out of the restaurant. 

How am I supposed to explain everything to Tomo? …Or, should I be more worried about the fact that I made an enemy with possibly the strongest person in Teyvat?

You sighed loudly as your body warped to the Wangshu Inn. 

[forabeatofadrum]

Either or

I got tagged by @martsonmars

slow burn or love at first sight // fake dating or secret dating // enemies to lovers or best friends to lovers // oh no there’s only one bed or long-distance correspondence // hurt-comfort or amnesia // fantasy au or modern au // mutual pining or domestic bliss // smut or fluff // canon-compliant or fix-it // reincarnation or character death // one-shot or multi-chapter // kid fic or road trip fic // arranged marriage or accidental marriage // high school romance or middle aged romance // time travel or isolated together // neighbours or roommates  // sci-fi au or magic au // body swap or gender bend // angst or crack // apocalyptic or mundane

Under the cut, because I also decided to go nuts with explanations.

slow burn or love at first sight

Marta, I fully agree with everything that you wrote in your post. I think the best way I’ve ever heard it, is when The Good Place said “If soulmates do exist, they're not found, they're made”, I felt that. Or I guess I did. Another reason why love at first sight doesn’t do it for me is my aro ass just cannot relate to any kind of romantic attraction, but especially not “I see a person and I am in love!” story. Not to say that I don’t enjoy them (heck, I’ve written this trope), but slow burn is an easy choice.

fake dating or secret dating

Fake dating can be a lot of fun and I am very much looking forward to more of @captain-aralias‘s Unintended, but I like the extra layer of secret dating, especially when it isn’t very clear from the beginning. Or even if it IS, and you just want to know how this will unfold (like the Klaine fic Rivalmance).

enemies to lovers or best friends to lovers 

Once again in line with that quote from The Good Place: I like the idea of a relationship forming over time and friendship is a good base. Once again, I don’t hate Enemies to Lovers (like, I ship Snowbaz and Firstprince), but I am all for the Growth! 

oh no there’s only one bed or long-distance correspondence

Okay, this might be kind of cheating? Why? Well, because I, uh, don’t think I’ve ever actually read an “there’s only one bed” fic. Shocking, I know. I just know of the trope, like everyone does. It’s just that long-distance correspondence doesn’t appeal me as a standalone. I mean, if it is part of a series like Crescendos in The Symphony Verse, but otherwise.... hm..... I don’t know. I do like epistolary and online identities etc. (GOD I WONDER WHAT FIC LED TO THAT CONCLUSION), but again, assuming these tropes are all for standalone fics, I gotta go for the classics.

hurt-comfort or amnesia 

Amnesia is a trope that I never got. That is the main reason I wrote my Myosotis series, to explore a trope I don’t particulary like. But that’s mostly because it feels like a “been there, done that” thing, you know? Predictability does not make a bad story, but most of the time it follows a formula. Hurt-comfort on the other hand is A Lot, including amnesia. Give me the angst.

fantasy au or modern au 

I dig both, but in the end I just prefer the Relatability a modern au offers over the Escapism from fantasy au. But overall, it depends on the fandom. I like reading fics in settings that make sense, so I actually prefer magic over non-magickal for Carry On fics, and on the same vein I’d pick a realistic setting for Glee. Again, it doesn’t have to be (catch me trying to nominate Endymion Fell at every possible book club category in the Lima Bean). Even I have written non-magickal Snowbaz and fantasy Klaine, but ya know.

mutual pining or domestic bliss 

Another hard one. Both are great. I suppose that in the end I love the drama more. I am definitely an angsty writer/reader and mutual pining is great for that, especially when they don’t know it is mutual.

smut or fluff 

Yes, yes, yes, angst galore, but I can appreciate some fluff. With this decision it’s just that I don’t read smut, so it is an easy pick. Although I have some more Thots on this topic, but I will post that soon. Hopefully. In another post.

canon-compliant or fix-it 

Another one where it is heavily context-dependent and I don’t have an overall preference for one of them. It’s something that someone also mentioned in the CO Discord when we did those trope tier lists. I love canon-compliant for Check, Please! or Carry On fics, because canon didn’t let me down there. Glee, on the other hand, oh boy.... OH BOY, give me that fucking fix-it.

reincarnation or character death 

I mean, look at my obsession with @cutestkilla​‘s What’s Left, @artsyunderstudy​‘s The Mirrors that Hold Us and @facewithoutheart‘s On Love’s Light Wings. And then there’s of course @urban-sith‘s deathcember. The CO fandom really delivers on this trope and it made me love it. Maybe this would be another context dependent thing, but I have no real “experience” with reincarnation, so I picked character death.

one-shot or multi-chapter

This is actually hard to answer, because the thing I look at in the end is word count. A 20K fic can be a one-shot or a 5 part multi-chapter. 

kid fic or road trip fic 

Hahahaha. This is quite funny. Up until this point I never really thought about how much I actually like kid fics. Fuck, I even made an entire post with my favourite kid OCs in Klaine fics years ago and I think about them still. And again, the CO fandom is out here making me appreciate the trope, with @martsonmars‘s fics The Curse of the 31 Cheeseburgers and The Dragon, The Sword, and The Knight coming to mind now. I ate a McDonald’s cheeseburger this weeked. It made me think of Leo. (And like Leo, I don’t want pickles!). Also, does namesakes by @tea-brigade count, because that one is also stellar.

arranged marriage or accidental marriage 

I honestly don’t read either of these, but just the thought of arranged marriage makes me very uncomfortable, whereas accidental marriage can lead to possible humour in my eyes. So I maybe should’ve left this one blank, but I still feel like I have some preference here.

high school romance or middle aged romance 

I am so done with high schools (I say, as I rewatch Heartstopper), but no jokes aside, I am so done with high school AUs, high school books, high school TV shows. They’re not bad (again, see Heartstopper), but I realised a while ago that I started preferring characters in their 20s like me, so not quite middle aged, but I have read some and yeah, it was fun.

time travel or isolated together 

I am not a fan of historical, so I suppose that rules out time travel, unless it’s in a Doccy Whomst sort of way. Can’t say that isolated together is something to write home about, but like everyone, I did devour some quaratine fics to cope in beginning 2020 so it was fine.

neighbours or roommates  

“And they were-” neighbours. Maybe this is something personal or whatever. As in, I hate living with roommates. Why would I willingly read a story about roommates? I mean, okay, okay, I concede that found family trope is right up my alley and roommates is one of the best way to do so (Check, Please! anyone?), but I like the distance that neighbours still brings. Does that make sense? Oh my god they were neighbours.

sci-fi au or magic au 

I, uh, see both of these as two peas of the same pod, ya know? And what I said about settings while answering the modern/fantasy au still stands here.

body swap or gender bend 

I was going to leave this one blank again, but then I remembered I went through a HUGE gender bend Glee phase back in 2012. As in, I read fics of it, I wrote fics of it, reblogged fanart, read HC posts, even followed RPG groups. Man, what the fuck. That’s so wack to think since I also don’t think I ever cared about it again after that, although I do know that I have a partial gender bend Glee fic in my hospital somewhere (as in, only Kurt and Blaine are gender bent and they’re aware of the change). So, huh, that happened.

angst or crack 

Angst! Angst! Angst! I love me some angst! I have a personal joke where I also say that I cannot have crack without at least some angst. And Thirst Trapped by @facewithoutheart definitely delivered there. I actually reread it two days ago. So I can definitely, absolutely, totally enjoy a good crack fic, but the angst keeps winning.

apocalyptic or mundane

Where’s that one Tweet about fanfic being the greatest fantasy and then it’s just characters having A Good Fucking Day? Due to my angst loving nature, I suppose I wouldn’t turn away an apocalyptic story, but even mundanity can bring drama! Oh no, who is doing the dishes? 

As for tags, to not clog up people’s notifications, I grouped this together with my WIP Wednesday. Hopefully, you found your way here after seeing the tag on there. 

[cosmicauo]

     The stage has been set. Many attempts have been made, yet the orb of darkness continues to threaten the reality of this realm. … He can sense it though; the dark sphere is growing weaker, the light orb will soon be ready. There may be no visible signs of the eventual destruction, but the eyes of the King see the truth. This miniature age of corruption is reaching its end. The muck and mud has claimed its fair share of victims— some have managed to escape its grasp, while others have succumbed to the wicked evil. Others still were recklessly killed under the assumption that death was a better alternative to corruption. How many have died to this madness? How many have temporarily given in to the fear and paranoia that has rampantly spread throughout the island?

     The attacks on the orb itself have come with their own share of sacrifices. Warriors who pour all of their might into single blows, draining their own life force just for a small chance at victory. Humans who willingly risk their very sense of self to try and shoot down this menace. True heroes worthy of the title, fake weaklings pretending for greatness— all walks of life have converged on this one path. Not all of them have been able to reach this point. Some were foolish enough to burn out their very souls to try and end the darkness, only to fade away and join that darkness...

          “... Tragic...“ For a brief moment, his mind wanders to the Saint of Orleans. Surely she must have known that burning out her life would not have been enough. A pointless end, and for what? The foolish ideals she clings to, ones she believes are worth dying for? … In that regard... Yes— she truly is human at her very core, not a deity to be worshipped. An individual human’s actions are, by themselves, utterly pointless the moment they reach death. But what truly gives them meaning— that is what the living decide, with countless answers as possibilities.

     It is true that she, and all others who have fallen, will simply come back in due time thanks to the rules of this realm. But even so, does that negate the meaning of sacrifice? There are those who still suffer and ache from the pain of loss, who press on in order to give meaning to meaningless acts. So, what sort of meaning will the King of Heroes grant such pointless losses?

          “Hm— Very well, then. You have all made it very clear... that this story must come to an end. So you shall be the one to end it...“ The golden armor that dons the King— it vanishes without a trace, exposing his upper body and the red markings ingrained into his being. The Gate of Babylon tears open through reality once again, but only a single entry point is made. The handle of a lone weapon is exposed, a weapon that only the oldest King may touch. Before Gilgamesh, this foreign weapon rises from the rift in space— and all the while, the King of Heroes floats higher and higher into the boundless sky, the red light cutting through the darkness around him.

           “— Ea.“

     The weapon that this current reality cannot fully comprehend. A weapon from a time “before,” long forgotten and erased. Even by simply floating higher through the air, space around it distorts and flashes from its sheer might. The King’s ascent is slow and drawn out, making sure that all who look up to the sky can witness the end of this War of Corruption.

     When Gilgamesh’s ascent to the sky finally reaches an end, the spheres of darkness and light still loom over him. The pulsing is still present— does it acknowledge the threat before it? Does it continue to stay lost in its dreamless sleep, unaware of the reality around it— simply existing regardless of what the outside may do?

     Ea still requires time to prepare— yet it already begins to form a miniature galaxy around itself and its owner. The King stands proudly while basking in this light, arms now spread apart as he begins to address his “subjects” that have survived to this point.

          “— Citizens of Spirale! Your survival up to this point is certainly commendable! I, the King of Heroes— Gilgamesh, acknowledge your desire for victory!!“

     His words ring out far and wide, a grand announcement in its own right. His arrogance simply knows no bounds— by simply deciding to speak up, he has declared that his words must be heard by all who are still able. By what right does he claim to bear such importance? His own.

          “Therefore... I shall show you the truth— I speak of genesis!”

     At long last, he grabs the hilt of the foreign sword. All around him, a galaxy of small stars have taken form. A dazzling show of brilliance, one that mocks the self-proclaimed Stars that rule this realm. They will not step in to stop this conflict— not openly, at least. In that sense, they are akin to gods... Useless! The people shall instead bear witness to his creation, Ea’s destruction. The edgeless blade begins to spin all of its cylinders— the galaxy begins to compress and focus to a singular point; the tip of this abnormal weapon. Gilgamesh raises his blade far above his head, a shining beacon of the “Truth” he shall grant the enemy.

          ”Mortar of the stars! Heaven’s hell is the eve of creation’s celebration! Now... You will pay homage in death!“

     His targets have all aligned perfectly. The orb of light, the corrupted creation of the Stars, and the black sun... If the orb is unable to absorb the full might of Ea, then it will simply annihilate and destroy everything else in its blast. Here and now, the King declares his might for all of Spirale to remember. They shall burn this image into memory, to never forget the blow that separated Heaven and Earth. He pulls back his arm as his mocking grin grows wide, and with one thrust—

          ”—— ENUMA... ELISH——!!”

     The roar of sheer power is deafening. Crimson energy tears across reality itself— this is his declaration against NULL, or whatever force threatens this realm. For all the might they wield, the Star of Creation shall shred it all into oblivion.

[love-bokumono-fics]

Fresh Crops! September 25 - October 1, 2023

This week's newest stories and chapter updates for Harvest Moon and Story of Seasons on AO3!

The Egg Thief - by dicelady20; WIP, 11/19, 41k

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences; Archive Warning: Graphic Depictions Of Violence; Category: F/M Fandoms: Dragon Ball GT/Z, Friends of Mineral Town Characters: Trunks Briefs, Claire the Farmer Additional Tags: Harvest Moon, Dragon Ball Z, Dragon Ball GT, Romance, Slow Burn, Martial Arts, Cussing, Crossover, Healing, city vibes, dark scenes, POV Multiple, POV Third Person Limited, Mild Gore, References to Harvest Moon/Story of Seasons Games, Supernatural Elements, First Meetings, story of seasons, Superheroes Summary: Claire decides to give the city life another chance, but as she does, she is haunted by her nightmares. Mr. CEO of Capsule Corp., Trunks, needs to keep a secret. He is bound by the oath of an unsealed dragon. What happens when their two worlds collide? And what is lurking in the shadows of West City as these two learn to show vulnerability? Is it something that could shake up the dragons emotions?

Forest Of Echoes: Shattering Scarlet - by Robotkitty5848; WIP, 10/80, 10k

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences; Archive Warning: Graphic Depictions Of Violence; Category: F/M Fandom: A New Beginning Character: Allen Summary: All her life, Alex was told to never go into the Forbidden Woods, the trees behind her house hiding an unknown danger. Anyone who goes into the forest doesn't come out. After a tragic event, Allen refuses to shift back into his human side. But when a stranger enters his life, can she help him overcome his troubles? Or will war break them apart?

Earth and Rebirth - by TheBeckster; WIP, 20/?, 82k

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences; Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply; Category: Gen Fandoms: Trio of Towns Characters: Holly | Nanami, Frank, Marlena, Wayne, Ford, Lisette, Brad, Carrie, Ludus, Iluka, Siluka, Hinata, Yuzuki, Komari, Kasumi, And Cast Additional Tags: Undecided Relationship(s), Additional Tags to Be Added, lots of headcanons, Minor Character Death, Eventual Friends to Lovers, I'm not going to tag every single character, but they will all have a part in the story, Grief/Mourning, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Slow Burn, Pregnancy, Unplanned Pregnancy, New friends and found family, world building, Angst with a Happy Ending, Holly is an extrovert, endgame ship tbd, Cover Art, Festivals, Slice of Life, Establishing the Farm Summary: Holly considered herself fortunate to be living about as close to the dream as any young twenty-something could. A great family, a loving husband, and well, she'd admit their apartment was awful, but they'd be moving onto bigger and better things soon enough. She truthfully couldn't wish for more. But when an accident rips it all away from her, Holly finds herself seeking a change of scenery. Her Uncle's farm out in the middle of nowhere is the perfect place for her to hide to mourn. A familiar story with a twist or two.

Story of Seasons: A Wonderful Life - Hybrid Crop Guide - by Wikketkrikket; Complete, 6/6, 6.2k

Rating: Not Rated; Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply; Fandoms: A Wonderful Life Additional Tags: this is NOT a fic, walkthrough, Guide, hybrid crops, hybrid fruits, I think this is meta so doesn't break guidelines, I hope, I mean well I promise, SOS:AWL, SOS AWL Summary: Not a fic, but a guide to the hybrid crops and fruits that can be made in game.

The End of The Journey - by HarukazeRen; Complete, 1/1, 1k

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences; Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply; Category: F/M Fandoms: HM3 GBC, HM GB Relationship: Maria/Pete the Farmer; Characters: Pete the Farmer, Maria the Mayor's Daughter Additional Tags: Heartwarming Summary: Pete really wants to go back to where his heart lies…

Finding You - by HarukazeRen; WIP, 5/?, 4k

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences; Archive Warning: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings; Category: F/M Fandoms: HM64 Relationship: Karen/Pete | Jack; Characters: Karen, Pete | Jack Additional Tags: Harvest Moon 64, Tsundere Karen, Flashbacks, Slow Romance, Handsome Pete, Karen's hearts event, Some of Gray/Popuri and Ann/Cliff

Our Story of Seasons: Pete x Claire - by Ry2_Sinheart; WIP, 23/30, 34k

Rating: General Audiences; Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply; Categories: F/M, Gen Fandoms: Friends of Mineral Town Relationships: Claire the Farmer & Pete | Jack, Claire the Farmer/Pete | Jack; Characters: Pete | Jack, Claire, Thomas, Zack, Dog, Harvest Goddess, Ann the Innkeeper | Ran, Karen Additional Tags: Romance, Slow Burn, Eventual Happy Ending, Eventual Romance, Fluff, Domestic Fluff, Slice of Life, Warm and Fuzzy Feelings, Developing Relationship, Strangers to Lovers, Friends to Lovers, Childhood Friends, Childhood Memories, Video Game Mechanics, Game Logic, Male-Female Friendship, Eventual Fluff, Eventual Relationships, Slow Romance, Digital Art Summary: A story that revolves around the protagonists of Mineral Town. After a series of unfortunate events, Pete and Claire agree they'll have to raise the farm together, whether they like it or not. Through their farming-ventures, they realize that maybe farming together… isn't so bad.

And one Not Safe for Tumblr fic by Thefallen1986.

[strawberrymilkgeorge]

SOON SOON SOON -🧥

SOON SOON SOON

[4dtk]

can you write something about haechan wants him s/o to sit on his face but she is shy or don't have too much confidence to do it

idt i'll give this one a title lol. but hope u like this anon!

warnings: face-sitting, fingering, oral (f receiving), cunnilingus/eating out

NSFW UNDER THE CUT, MINORS DNI

“huuh... what d’ya mean you don’t wanna try it?” haechan whispers with a cute voice, the situation in contrast to how he’s lazily sucking on your nipple. it could make you laugh if his warm mouth didn’t feel so good, but you have to hold back a moan in order to answer him.

“just- i don’t know. w-won’t you ah.. kinda suffocate or some- something?” your shirt is pushed up now, his hand reaching up to massage at your breast. it’s slow, as if he’s easing you into something. haechan only hums when his body fully takes his place over you, finally trailing down your trembling body. his touches are light, even when pulling down his sweatpants and underwear he poorly put on you this morning.

the cool air of the room grazes against your cunt and it makes you whimper, haechan’s mouth widening in surprise as he shushes you. “hyung’s in the room, baby. don’t wanna wake him.”

gently, he licks a stripe up your pussy lips, collecting your juices for his own gain before he hums at the taste. you have to contain your moans when haechan takes his time to eat you out, torturing your clit like always that has your hand flying up to grab at his locks. the sensation makes him groan into your soaking cunt, vibrations passing through your body satisfyingly. “ya sure i can’t convince you, hm?”

“w-wait!” haechan plunges two fingers into without trouble, your slick providing enough ease for him to enter. the unexpected stretch has you gasping, legs squeezing around his head like how you clench around his digits. “my god, you’re dripping.”

it was embarrassing that you had gotten so wet just from a few words and touches from haechan, but that’s just exactly what he does to you. light, feathery touches with teasing undertones, lingering kisses against your neck with his shameless tongue darting out to lick at the spot. even so, haechan did nothing but wait for you whenever he suggested something new, even if his dick was painfully hard and even if he wanted to bend you over the counter in front of all the members to feed into his voyeur kink.

so when haechan was lapping at your cunt like a starved animal and praising his slim, long fingers into you, you’ve finally decided through the cloud of pleasure and the occasional burn that you’d indulge him, even if he came out panting for air. you bite down another sound, head thrown back onto the soft pillow while your legs close around his head tighter and tighter. if your moans didn’t give it away, though, the squelching noises of your pussy did as he moved his fingers at a moderate pace.

“h-hyuck, uhm,” you manage to get through, chest moving from how excited he’s got you from a little fingering.

haechan’s smile sends your body twitching, lips glistening in the night from your sticky arousal before he licks them up from his fingers. he switches positions a little too eagerly, assuming a position you’re all too familiar with viewing. there’s a smirk on his face as you make your way to him, whistling lowly when your juices connect from thigh to thigh before you sling it over his face.

“are you sure about this?”

you nod in a daze. “then sit.”

your thighs tremble even before his mouth meets your sopping cunt, hot breath already riling you up. and when you finally descend onto his lips is when you finally find divinity, deities among gods where everything is singing. the sensation feels so different from lying down that you accidentally jerk your body, letting out a long moan at the contact.

“mmhm,” haechan is slobbering over your folds, moaning into it even when your juices leak from the sides of his mouth. just like earlier, he worships it since he’s had the first taste, driving his tongue deeper and deeper into your hole, forearms firmly clapped around your thighs to keep you from moving. they burn so bad and then so good that cry out whenever his nose nudges against your clit, hips moving on its own to get more of his wet muscle on your needy sex.

“hah- hyuck, p-please,” your knuckles are possibly white from how tight you’re gripping the headboard, leaving yourself for a bit of support in order not to crush haechan. “fuck, donghyuck-“

his hand skillfully bends itself to play with your clit, squeezing it in between his fingers that has tears pricking at your eyes. you’re certain they’re rolled back as you grind more and more like an animal in need, in heat against his unrelenting tongue. you feel teeth on your skin, the ghost of a laugh on your cunt before his eyes meet yours.

“wanna cum soon?” with a shaky breath, you mumble out a yes before he goes back to devouring your pussy, ten times louder and ten times filthier. you go back to muffling your moans through poorly timed grunts and whimpers. your skin heats up, your head goes light and the coil in you tightens. “‘m gonna cuuum- ah…!”

“ya close?” haechan knows. haechan knows everything about you, from when you arch your back to feel every part of his tongue on you to when your head is thrown back that exposes your neck. haechan knows how much he affects you. “go on. cum, baby. cum around my tongue.”

with that, you gush, releasing your juices all over him as you ride out your orgasm on his mouth. every inch of your body is shaking from the invigorating orgasm, twitching from sensitivity that makes haechan laugh again. what a bastard.

“now, look at me,” haechan pants with a cheeky smile, “i’m still alive, aren’t i? although, i’d prefer if you would fully sit on me, baby. it’s called face-sitting for a reason.” you roll your eyes, but before you’re removing your legs, he stops with you with a hand.

“you up for one more round?” he grins, and like the sex-craved animal he is, he has you wrapped around his finger (literally), preparing you for what’s to come.

[wwilloww]

sh. | ot7 | chapter eight

PAIRING ot7 x reader

RATING Explicit. 18+.

GENRE smut. fluff. angst. nonidol au. wildnerness au. roommates au. friends to lovers.

SUMMARY Six months of quarantine have kept you apart. Somehow the distance sparks something new in each of you: questions, unfinished conversations, threads once chased now left cold. So when your roommate invites you to come with him to a mysterious house in the mountains with your friends, how could you even think of saying no?

WC 6k

WARNINGS AND TAGS explicit conversation about sexual acts. animal encounter.

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©️ wwilloww do not repost, translate, or use my stories without my permission.

AN: i must gift my entire heart to the two lovelist beta readers @thatlongspringnight and @calixwrites . working with you allows me to get to the root of the story, and i feel like the whole creative process comes to life when i get to talk with you and learn from you. ugh. i can't say it enough: you are the best.

in other news, i cut this chapter in half because i couldn't keep track of everything that was happening. a new chapter should be polished and finished soon :)

it's almost been a year since we started on this wacky journey together. and so to everyone who's stuck around with me: thank you.

CHAPTER EIGHT

Namjoon’s voice rumbles softly in your ear, pointing out the bedrooms of your friends, the passageways, the art on the walls.

The details, though, are drowned out by the hammering of your heart in your ears. It’s a strange sensation, this moment, arm captured by your beautiful roommate while everything stews inside. It’s like the library: two sides of the world smushed into a space too small to hold it all. On one side, the outside, you have the warmth that radiates from him, especially when he pauses his good natured lecture for a moment to pull you just a little tighter against his side and smile a little crookedly down at you. But then inside, the acid that’s started to pool in your chest burns in the heat of anxiety.

“…I mean, you remember seeing Kim Chong-Haks piece, right? When you really think about it, it’s just like this amalgamation—” Namjoon pauses, voice dying as he looks down at you. “You’re distracted.”

“Huh?” You snap out of the spiral of your thoughts to smile sheepishly up at your tall roommate. “Sorry. Can you blame me? A, uh, lot has happened today.”

“No. I can’t.” He nods, ever the one to understand. “I can stop talking. If you want.”

“No, no, don’t. It’s nice.”

“Oh.” It’s that slow smile that takes over his face that pulls you a little closer to the warmth. A little closer to courage. “Okay. I can do that.”

You continue on through the house, and this time you really do listen to him. Hearing about everything—art, philosophy, life—through his eyes does what it always does: it brings you back to the world. And for a moment, the anxiety in your stomach settles.

It’s not until you come across a familiar hallway that you interrupt his stream of thought.

“What’s behind that door?”

“Hm? Oh.” Namjoon drops your arm and wanders down the hallway. You follow him. “I’m not sure, really.” He grins at you. “Let’s find out?”

The excitement of it all adds a skip to your step and soon you both are standing at the large door.

Namjoon reaches to turn the doorknob, but it doesn’t budge.

“Earlier,” you say, “There was a key here.”

“A key?” Namjoon looks at you skeptically.

“A key.”

“Huh, strange.” He steps back for a moment, eyeing the door like he can think it open, before giving it one last rattle. No luck. “Well, I’ll find the key later. There’s a drawer here somewhere with all the missing keys and lightbulbs and instruction manuals. There’s always a drawer.”

“There’s always a drawer,” you echo.

Namjoon turns on his heel to stride back down the hallways, but you’re stuck there, staring at the door, wondering what this large house is keeping hidden securly behind her walls. How many more missing keys and locked doors are hiding around another corner you haven’t turned?

“You coming?” Namjoon calls, already at the end of the hallway.

“Yeah, yeah.” You hurry to catch up. The rest of the walk to the back door disappears in a blur.

When you bend down to tie your shoe, Namjoon stoops down, earning a little squeal of excitement from you as he snatches the shoe from you and holds it out of your reach.

“Let me.” His voice reverberates deep and low.

“What?”

“Let me,” he insists a second time. Taking your shoe, he lifts your leg onto his knee, slips the shoe onto your foot, and ties it tight and sturdy before looking up at you. “There you go.”

The two of you stare at each other for a long moment, half smiles teasing your lips, the recollection of tension — of his hands in your hair, his lips against yours, body pressing you into the books as if he could keep you as a memory — the history of the library strung between you like spider silk. And then, eyes still locked on you, he leans down and presses a kiss to your knee.

“Oh,” you breathe.

He grins. Stands. Offers you a hand.

“Thanks,” you say, not really sure how to translate that stirring beast inside you. “For today. For everything. For—” You motion to the room around you. “For this.”

He just nods and opens the door to the backyard to follow you out.

The air that meets you on the other side tastes like the color gold. Like leaves falling, like the sun shattering through the foliage, and like life getting ready for slumber beneath the rich topsoil. You breathe in deep.

“I could get high on this,” you murmur, and Namjoon chuckles. He leads you down the hill behind the house to where a naturally shaped pool glistens down below and a familiar figure is lounging on a large boulder.

“Hobi!” you call, and the sound that emerges is eager and excited and — it surprises you. Joy, reaching for joy. You warm a little inside, and the edge of anxiety cools down to a manageable simmer. The dark haired main perks up immediately, turning to greet you. “Hi, you were looking for me?”

“Babe.” A grin spreads as sweet as the pet name sounds. This time you don’t fight it. You give in.

“Hi.”

He expected a fight. You always did fight him, that signature sizable grin spreading across your features as you did. And he always did like the contest of it, the game of it all, but now — the lack of resistance? But something more than that, something like eagerness. It has a strange kind of warmth to it. He thinks he likes it.

As Hoseok sits up, he glances between you and Namjoon, and you do the same and it’s then that he notices. It feels like a secret. It’s passed between you and Namjoon like a small, carefully folded note, clear to Hoseok or anyone that might look upon the two of you. The contents, though, are a little harder to make out.

Namjoon bends down and plants a hesitant kiss on your cheek and Hoseok watches as you freeze up beneath the touch. You’re hyper-aware of what Hobi must be thinking: Namjoon wasn’t usually all that touchy, right?

But then you’re cackling in embarrassment and smacking Namjoon on the shoulder and saying “See ya, bud, thanks for the tour.” The look Joon shoots back is a little confused and he laughs nervously before walking back to the house. But suddenly the look on Hobi’s face isn’t so nervous after all as he takes in the overwhelmingly “dad vibes” of the whole situation. This is normal. This is all normal.

None of this is normal. Normal was left behind in January.

The two of you stand there a little awkwardly, sizing one another up, silence settling uncomfortably between you before you both blurt at the same time:

“I was thinking—”

“I wanted to say—”

It rushes out of the both of you like a stream undammed, toppling, churning, so it’s hard to see to the root of it. And as quickly as it pours out, both of you are shoving it back in.

“Oh.”

“God, sorry.”

The two of you stare at each other for a moment before bursting out into soft laughter.

“Want to go for a walk?” Hoseok asks.

You eye the steep slopes that border the house on every side. Nothing here is simply a walk. Everything is a hike.

“Oh. Yeah. Sure!” The words feel stilted and awkward as they leave your lips. Even after it’s agreed, the two of you stare at each other for a horribly long moment, sentences unstrung and unsung humming behind your gazes, chilling you more than the mild autumn air could. Neither of you sure how to speak them into the world, and both of you determined that the silence is reproach in the other. At this point, the silence has become an unspoken agreement. The long drawl of emptiness has been safer than the promise of hope.

You take the first step, desperate to break the tension. Hoseok lets out an audible breath of relief when you do and matches your pace.

When you start walking, like it's an impulse, the tension shared becomes each your own again, stuffed back into your chests alongside everything unsaid.  There’s something about moving though, especially through a beauty this dense, that shakes the frozen sounds within you both. As you walk it becomes easier. A joke that nears Jin’s dastardly level of dad joke slips out—why did the tree worry that he would never get his leaves back after autumn? He didn’t be-leaf in himself!—and suddenly he’s laughing, cackling, breaking through the silence of the forest.

It’s like the forest comes alive, too. You know it was there before and yet the birdsong is stronger, the valley warmer, the trees more golden. You beam up at him.

“You know, this is the first time we’ve actually spent time alone together since we got here,” he says.

“Well, you know, except every night that we spend in the same bed.”

“That doesn’t count,” he laughs, but its a strained kind of sound, like a memory gentle but with a pinpoint of pain beneath the softness. “We’re sleeping! And it especially doesn’t count when you’re always slipping in late, coming from who knows where, doing who knows what.”

Doing who knows who, your mind corrects. Warmth flushes through you as you recall it all. The whirlwind of bodies, gasps, pleasure that the last week has been — and guilt. Guilt tinges the edge of the memory as you glance at Hoseok. He looks at you a moment too long, like he is trying to gage what exactly you have been up to, and then moves on.

“No time for bedtime stories or a healthy gossip session or—” His eye lights with something and a flush overcomes his face.

“Or what?” You prod him with your elbow, grinning. “Or what!”

“Nothing!”

“Oh, come on,” you urge. “You can tell me anything! We don’t have secrets here!”

He looks at you. At all the unspoken things beneath your tongue. He can see that they’re there, but not what they are. “We don’t?”

You want to swallow your words. “Well,” you begin slowly, no idea what to say, trying to navigate the internal maze that is a horrible mix of hope, guilt, excitement, fear, longing, and, well, something else that doesn’t quite have a name. “Maybe we shouldn’t have secrets.”

The trail, once broad, has now tapered into a narrow switchback. It’s harder to breathe at an elevation this high.

Around you, the trees stand tall in their age. The deeper you go, the older the growth seems to be, young and thin aspens turning into swarths of the entangled tree, and heavy evergreens with thick bellies, stretching so high into the sky you’re not sure where the tree ends and the world begins. Beneath you, carpets of pine needles soften all sounds so that even the life, humming around you, feels like it has softened.

When you breathe in, it’s like swallowing nature. It’s the kind of air that makes your lungs ache with the edge of a light chill; there’s comfort there, despite the ache of a new season. Everything your relationship with him is supposed to feel like.

“Well, what do you think about it?” Hobi’s voice shatters through the stillness, just a little too quiet for him, for his body, and you watch him shift, awkward, listening as the forest swallows the sounds.

“Hm?”

“Yoongi’s proposal.”

“I don’t know,” you lie quickly. A flash of guilt spikes through you. You just told him there shouldn’t be any secrets between the two of you. And yet here you are, digging the distance of another secret.

“Don’t you think that seven penises is a lot of penises?” Hoseok cocks a curious eyebrow.

“Dicks,” you correct, grimacing. “Cocks, whatever — not penises. I — I hate that word. It’s icky.”

“Peni, then,” Hobi laughs.

“No!” you laugh, falling into him. “That’s worse!” His hands come out to steady you, and you lean into the touch like it’s magnetized.

When you look at him, there it is again. That freezing thing, that moment of extension, that sweetness singing between the two of you. That history — that January night — balled up and tossed in the corner to gather cobwebs, now resummoned to the surface. You think he might even want to lean into it too. He holds your gaze just a little too long, delight creeping across his features. Until he blinks and turns away, and the moment becomes lost to time. Just another sketch scribbled quickly, only to be crumpled and tossed away.

“It’s not really how I expected things to go,” Hoseok chuckles, running a hand through his hair. You can’t help but watch the way his fingers part the now long strands like ships in a darkened sea. You blink. Shake your head.

“Wh—oh, yeah. Me neither.”

“No?” When he looks at you it’s like he sees right through you. Like he knows what you’ve been thinking about him. About all of your friends.

“N-no,” you laugh nervously. “What? It’s not like I’m out here, mind in the gutter, imagining fucking my friends all the time.”

He laughs now, really laughs. “I gotta stop you there, I know for a fact that your mind is always in the gutter.”

“Nuh-uh! ’S’not!”

“Oh really? So never? You’ve never thought about it?” He’s stopped walking and turned to face you.

“No!”

“C’mon.” He levels his gaze with yours. “Give ‘em to me. Your tequila thoughts.”

The phrase brings back January, the sharp perfume of Patron on your breath. The things you had spilled into that night. The taste of it on his tongue. Is he? Is that what he’s referring to?

“I don’t really know what you mean by that.”

“I just mean. Tequila loosens your tongue. Ridiculously. But I know you. I know those thoughts are hanging out up here—” He brings his hand to tap lightly at your temple, “no matter what. Sober or tipsy or whatever. So c’mon. Give ‘em to me.”

“What do you want me to say? That I wanna dom Jin in the bedroom? Tie him up and make him call me daddy?”

“You wouldn’t.”

“What?”

“You wouldn’t want to dom him, I don’t think. Maybe for a little while. To feel what it’s like, for a moment. But at the end of the day, I think you…” He trails off, gaze flicking between your eyes and your lips. Then he shrugs. “But who am I to say.”

You sputter. “Who are you to say, indeed.”

He laughs. “I don’t know, maybe you are.”

The two of you stare at each other for what feels like the longest minute on earth, measuring the other one up, testing the next step.

Finally you say, “I don’t know, it seems like you might be projecting.” You turn and continue walking.

“What?”

“Seems like you might be the one who wants to fuck and dominate all our friends in the bedroom.”

Hobi laughs. “Where on earth did you ever get that opinion?”

“Well I don’t know. You’re very difficult to read. Maybe you are projecting. Maybe you’re the one daydreaming about finally getting Joonie on his knees for you.”

“I’m difficult to read?”

“Absolutely.”

“Oh.” Hobi is silent for a long minute, and you’re surprised, shocked by the look of grief on his face. “I’m sorry.”

“What are you apologizing for?”

“I never meant to be hard to read.”

“That’s not something to apologize for. It’s okay.”

“Well, not really, not when I’ve been trying to say. Say. Things.”

“Say what?”

The two of you stop. The trail you took was supposed to be the one you had done that fateful day with Jimin, leading you to an outlook over the sprawling valleys of the mountain range. But instead, you’ve found yourself at the entrance to a ravine, the steep walls of rock rising before you to reveal a narrow passageway that snakes up the mountain. While usually the elevation precludes a lot of humidity, the ecosystem before you is one bursting with the last strains of summered life: moss and lichen clinging to the rock, a small waterfall trickling down the slippery rock.

Behind you, the forest hums with afternoon business, the trees blanketed in reds and golds. In stark contrast, silence spills out from the ravine.

Hoseok doesn’t answer your question. Instead, his jaw has dropped, a slow smile spreading across his features as he takes in the sight before him. “Oh. How… beautiful.”

He is.

“I miss you,” you blurt out. “I miss you a lot.”

Hoseok takes a long look at you.

“You say it like you’re unsure if I missed you back.”

“I mean, I don’t know—”

He cuts you off. “Goddamnit, of course I missed you.” He reaches out for you, taking your wrists into his hands and pulling you closer. “Of course it felt so strange to have to basically start a whole new way of life and not have you there. I missed you so goddamn much. I missed getting to be close to you, getting to hear your stupid ideas and daydream with you.”

You can’t help the smile that spreads across your face.

“I missed getting to be close to you,” you echo and it comes out a whisper but it’s the truth, and it’s easy on your tongue once you get past the horrible knot of fear. “And it’s not just that. It’s more.”

Hoseok nods. Not in the way of understanding, but like he’s saying me too, me too. Like he too has something big and burning and without words emerge from his chest everytime he sees you too. Encouraged, you go on.

“I feel like I’ve been holding back from you. Like, afraid to tell you.” You have to force the words out of your body.

“Afraid? Why would you be afraid…of me?”

“I really didn’t want you to think badly of me. Sometimes I worry that if I were to share everything with everyone, that what they think would change, like — you know, never mind. It’s not as important.”

“It is as important. It is.” He looks at you so genuinely, you think you might snap.

You take a deep breath. “I just, I wanted to tell you, to talk to you—”

“No—”

The word thuds through you like a boulder, shock splayed across your face.

“No?”

“Stop. Stop talking.”

“No, Hobi, no.” You stomp your foot. “I’ve been — I’ve been trying to gather the courage to talk to you, to say this for what feels like forever and I finally have the nerve to say it and here you are telling me to stop?! No, no, I don’t think—”

Hobi grabs you by the shoulders, eyes burning with a light you can’t quite name and covers your mouth with a large hand. “Stop. Talking.” He’s deady calm and his words come out as a growl.

Coming from him, and coming from behind you.

Hobi spins you around and presses your back to his chest, his hands gripping your shoulders. Just behind where you stood a moment ago, a short distance up the ravine, a large, adolescent bear stands. Head lowered, black eyes staring furiously at the two of you, haunches raised. A growl rumbles viciously in his throat.

“What the—”

“Fuck.”

The bear stomps the ground once, huffing.

“What do we do?” you whisper.

“I think we’re supposed to play dead,” Hobi breathes. “I think he’ll leave us alone.”

“No, I think we’re supposed to run. Or climb a tree.”

“Bears can climb trees. And run.”

“Oh.”

Just as Hobi moves to pull you behind him, so that he’s the one standing between you and the huffing, snorting bear, you rip out of his hold, pressing in front of him.

“Stop that,” Hoseok hisses, trying to pull you backwards, trying to pull you away, behind him. But you stand firm, pushing him back behind you. He only manages to wrap his arms tightly around you, a human exoskeleton of sorts, his whole body trying to absorb you away from the grunting, large animal before you.

But all struggle between you ceases as the bear steps towards you and you freeze, Hoseok’s limbs locking around yours.

Saplings snap beneath the bear’s paws as he steps closer, a low growl reverberating in his throat. The forest is eerily quiet, all noise absorbed into fear, the whole world seems to be watching this very moment.

And the bear is before you, paws stomping on the loamy soil. A deadened sound.

“Oh god. Oh, Hoseok.”

His limbs tighten around yours and when he takes a step back, you come with him. But so does the bear.

When the bear leans in, you smell something rotten. The process of the forest reabsorbing itself. And you wonder, if you too, will become a part of that timeless dance today. His eyes are empty. Dark. Like the sky of a new moon lives behind them, waiting for the sun to shine once more, but stuck in the inalienable darkness of great space.

The bear sniffs you, lifting its lips to reveal thick, sharp teeth. The smell, repugnant.

Those eyes stare into you. The fear of the afternoon wallows in comparison to this feeling. But then, in a split second, it too is gone. Replaced by that kind of empty drive that feels essentially human. Ice, through your veins.

It sniffs you once. Twice. And then takes a step back. You’re sure that he’s going to lunge then, his haunches rearing up as he looks, unendingly, at you.

A single crow caws from the ravine. The sound splits the air, like a call that comes from beneath the soil and the topmost canopy at the same time. And the bear turns. Looks. As if he finally realizes he’s not alone, he takes one last look at you and with a little huff, takes another step back, turns, and ambles back up the ravine and deeper into the mountains.

Your breath is the only thing that exists. Sight, gone, though you do still see the wilderness before you. It’s just this. Shaken stutters of air through your lungs.

A second sense pierces through and you feel Hoseok’s grip on you tighten and suddenly you can’t breathe. You need to get out of here. Something isn’t right. Something’s not like what you know. You peel away from his still frozen form. A shattered breath shakes through you as your hands drop down to your side. Hobi’s still staring in the direction of the disappearing bear and you reach out to him and tug on his sweater urgently.

“C’mon. Let’s get out of here.”

He doesn’t take his eyes off the trail behind you as he follows your lead. Your hand slips into his and you tug him down the mountain.

“Hobi, let’s go. Before we run into something else.” You tug once more. “Hoseok. Please.”

It’s like he finally hears you and turns away from the ravine.

Then you’re skittering down the rocks together, and when you finally reach the well trodden trail again, you break out in a sprint. You hadn’t really realized just how deep into the forest you had traveled, but everytime the trail seems to be nearing its end, it continues. The trees keep speeding by. Hobi runs beside you, clutching at your hand like if he were to let you go the whole world would spin out of control.

In this moment all there is is the next step, breath, coming heavy, and his fingers squeezed tight around your own.

The house emerges from the thick foliage, late afternoon light spilling down around it all, mountains framing the large structure like the masterpiece it is. It’s not until the trees have parted and your feet have landed on the lawn that your pace slows. But the world doesn’t really feel like it slows down around you. It keeps spinning by.

“What the fuck was that?” Hobi breathes heavily, his hands on his knees. You crouch before him, looking up at him, eyes scanning his face as if you’re checking to make sure all still in one piece. Your hand reaches to wrap tightly around his wrist, as if it’s your turn to hold on for stability, and he doesn’t pull away. His pulse leaps wildly beneath your fingers.

“I remembered that you’re supposed to make yourself really big and really loud to scare it away.”

“And you didn’t think to tell me? I was getting ready to go out in a blaze of glory right alongside you.”

“That would have been a sight to see.”

“You would have gone out in a fiery death right alongside me, you know that right?”

You’re joking but your lungs are still frozen. Your limbs are still ready for something fiery and dangerous, but you’re here. You’re safe again. You’re okay. You’re alive. Hobi is too. And so you force a smile and go along, as if it’s the next step on the path out of the forest.

“What? You weren’t planning on playing Prince Charming and sacrificing yourself for me?”

“Never.” And he smiles, and you know it’s the biggest lie he’s told.

His eyes crinkle up in the corner when he grins like this and your breath freezes in your throat before warming through your whole body. When you breathe out again, you relax. Your limbs stutter back to sense, your sight clears, your mind quiets. How is his joy so antidotal? It radiates through you in a way you don’t quite have words for. Even when you know he’s putting on his favorite show of happiness for the sake of his friends, you know he embeds it with a genuine warmth, taken from some deep well within him.

How am I so lucky? It feels impossible. This moment, your best friend smiling at you with the relief and laughter of a near-death moment. It feels good to be like this with him. It’s been nine months since the last time things were truly like this, but it feels like it could have been years. In reality, it has been a thousand small eternities.

As a thousand questions sing in you, all you can manage to do is to reach out for him again and take the hand that you had released and squeeze it. He looks down at it, a brow raised.

“You’re okay?” It’s a question, a hope, uttered by him.

“Yeah.” You take one more deep breath. When you breath out, you imagine the kind of forest light leaving your body. You feel safe. And you turn away from the lingering fear left in your body, turn it towards something else. “It’s too bad we were interrupted.” The adrenaline of the danger finally feels like it's serving a purpose.

“Yeah?”

“Yeah. Yes.” You shake your head, gathering your thoughts, and stand. The distance between you feels suffocating. Like it’s too much and not enough at the same time.

He’s looking at you with all the earnesty in the world and you swear it’s true, you know that the words you need to put into the air, into his hands, into his trust, will find safety and understanding where they land. And he’s opening his mouth, tongue darting out to lick his lips, and finally an unsure hum, dancing on his mouth—

“Jin is just never going to believe what just happened.” He laughs.

That same icy feeling that burned in your belly with coldness in January returns. Rejection,

“What?”

“That we go on a walk to chat and we get interrupted by a bear. Jin will never believe it.”

Oh. And still you smile. Nod. Go along with his cues. “Jungkook would.”

He grins. Pulls your hand against his chest—though the action feels emptier now—and begins walking towards the house. Your confidence shatters. As the forest looms farther and father over your shoulder, so does the promise of your unspoken intention.

“Yeah, course,” Hoseok chuckles, as if he is completely unaware of the tension brewing within your chest. “But don’t tell him because he’ll fucking take off barefoot into the woods to try to wrestle the bear down and either put him in his place or try to befriend him. We can’t let that happen.”

You laugh. “I promise I won’t.”

“You promise?”

The intensity in his eyes make it clear that he’s not just asking you to not tell a scary story to your friend. He’s asking you something else. Asking for your word. But even as you know you have absolutely no clue what he’s speaking of, you trust him endlessly. And so without even knowing what exactly you are binding yourself to within his promise, you offer your pinky up.

“Promise.”

Hoseok grins and wraps an arm around your shoulders.

“I need to find Jin, something about dinner tonight. But I’ll see you later? We should do this more.” He’s speaking too quickly and his gaze keeps flickering between you and the house.

“Yeah. ‘Course.”

In a quick motion he leans down, presses a quick peck to your forehead and disappears into the house.

When he’s gone it feels like the weight of the entire day washes over you.

Jungkook. Then Namjoon. Now Hoseok.

How the hell has this all been one day?

The rest of the day washes together like watercolors spritzed by rain. You wander through it, a little dazed. Every moment, every word spins like a movie reel through your brain.

It’s okay for you to want like this.

What if something’s missing?

And finally, most resolutely, Hobi’s voice speaking firmly and assuredly: I missed getting to be close to you. It feels like a promise, wrapped tight and warm around your heart. But you don’t want to dare to give yourself that kind of hope. So you shove it down and wander through the rest of the day.

Dinner comes, but you can’t find the energy to face Jungkook’s grinning face, or the meaning strung in Namjoon’s gaze. You can’t even bear to think of what will be on Hoseok’s face. What today means to him. If it means anything. But you wonder. If they notice your absence, what they’re laughing about when you’re not there, what things they might say differently without your presence at the table.

You feel grateful that the day is speeding by in such a manner. At least, that is, until the sun is long gone beyond the wall of mountains and the house has quieted down as your friends drift off to bed.

It’s not long before you’re yawning, yearning for the warm, thick covers of your bed and the radiating heat of the body that sleeps next to you. But when you find yourself at the door to your bedroom you pause.

It looms.

You can’t help yourself. Instead of walking through the door to your bedroom, and the swirling question that lays on the other side, you turn on your heel and go back in the opposite direction. Your socked feet pad as silently as the night sky across the darkened floorboards. You pass closed doors, the hallway, and the sounds of chatter and warm light spilling from underneath bedroom doors. It feels like sneaking, but you’re not entirely sure what you’re hiding from.

The doors to the library open without a single squeak and you slip inside silently. A light chill passes through you. The library should be entirely obscured by darkness. But instead, the large windows open wide to the night sky and a full moon peers down at you. It feels like she’s looking at you.

Her silvery drapes spill into the library, and unlike your afternoon in the room, where the world felt split in two, the space is unified beneath the new color. Darkness, knowledge, the clarity of the moon — it all swirls together before you.

It’s like blinking awake. A strange clarity sifts through you and it’s frightening. Defenses rise within you and you’re on the move again, quick to release whatever it was the moon granted you back to the shadows of the unknown. You don’t want this understanding.

After fighting the urge to draw finger guns and James Bond lunge across the carpet, you quickly pinpoint the spot where the book had fallen. It lays closed — thank god, imagine if it had fallen open and crumpled the aging pages.

Careful not to damage it, you lift it from the floor. It’s heavier than you imagined, the beautiful book shining with age between your hands. With a quick, gentle movement, you let the book fall open in your palms and suck in a gasp as the delicate ink drawing sprawls before you.

This is not what you thought antique collectors were up to all these years.

Before you, a beautiful painting. Careful lines and graceful curves. Unfortunately, it’s not the pure beauty of the piece that makes you cry out. It’s the image itself, its contents.

A naked body, one that looks very much like yours — same stature, same valley of curves, same constellation of birthmarks and landmarks flecking your skin. Ancient, other, you, bared and put on display. And then that which has your breath stuttering in your throat: Several men, cocks hanging free and large and very very erect, all looking down on the beautiful figure like they could devour it entirely.

As you quickly learn, it turns out the human race has always been one kinky, desperate-for-fuck species.

Hoseok’s question rings in your ear: don’t you think it’s too much?

“It’s a fucking penis buffet in here,” you whisper. No one is around to laugh at your cleverness.

Except a snort and a chortle echoes from behind you. You spin around, and in the process drop the book on the table.

“That’s a good one.”

There’s a shadow emerging from the walls, peeling away like it belonged to the rock itself.

Jin steps out of the darkness, his flannel pajamas hugging his body tightly, a book held in one hand.

“Jesus, Jin, you were about to give me a heart attack,” you curse.

He raises an eyebrow, approaching. “What are you doing sneaking around this late at night?”

“I’m not sneaking,” you say. It feels like a lie once it's out in the open air. More and more feels like a lie these days. Even when it’s half truth.

“Mmm,” Jin hums.

“You scared me,” you repeat.

“I’m sorry,” he says. But he doesn’t sound sorry at all. Amusement sparks in his eye, and he reaches out to tip your chin up, to capture your flickering gaze. “What kind of mischief are you up to?”

You glance at the book and Jin’s eyes follow.

“Oh,” he says. He takes in the scene before him, but unlike you, he’s unphased. “You know there’s internet here. You don’t have to go rifling through books to find your porn anymore.”

“I know.” You say it too quickly.

Jin catches on. His gaze roves over your face, taking it in, reading you like the book you had snuck in here to page through. He sees it all.

“But maybe you don’t need the internet for that kind of thing anyways.”

“I’ve no idea what you mean.”

“You’ve had a kind of… glow since you arrived here. And not any old quarantine glow.”

You swallow.

“Still don’t know what you mean.”

“Go to bed,” Jin says, his voice low. “Do what you’re supposed to do for once.” It’s a command, but it’s said softly. With consideration.

“Alright, Jin,” you respond.

He drops his hand from your chin and steps back, his brow raised and curious. Like he’s seen everything that’s going on behind your eyes. Like he knows exactly what’s about to happen.

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