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If You Want It To Be - Part 2

Pairing: Dean x Female Reader

Summary: When your car breaks down after a hunt, Sam and Dean tow you back to the bunker for Christmas. This time of year gives you and Dean a little courage to be honest about what you both want. And what you want, is for him to see you. (18+)

AN: Here’s Part 2! This fic is an entry for @deanwinchesterswitch's TGWRC: Christmas in July event. 🩵❄️

Themes: Mistletoe (a classic), eggnog, Christmas dinner

Word Count: 5,700 Tags/Warnings: 18+ only! Smut central, tiny bit of angst, fluff and feels. ❤️💚

Part 2: Christmas Eve

Before you start on the Christmas cookies, you pull Castiel aside.

“Here’s the mission,” you tell the angel. “I know the guys don’t do Christmas all that often, so I want to surprise them with a nice dinner tomorrow. Think you can get this list of stuff for me? I think my addled brain forgot we needed real food too.”

Castiel looks over the scrap of notebook paper you give him with a critical eye.

“Uh, yes. This seems straightforward enough…what about pie?” he asks.

You raise a brow at him. “What about pie?”

“Dean likes pie.”

“I understand, but Christmas is for cookies. Not pies.”

“I think Dean would beg to differ,” Cas points out.

“Fine, get the man his pie,” you relent with a sigh. “Get pecan. He likes pecan, and that’s still somewhat Christmasy.”

“He likes apple better,” Cas mutters, but he still takes up your list and heads out to do your bidding.

Now with most of the bunker, namely the kitchen, all to yourself, you put on some festive music on your phone before you start to lay out all your ingredients on the counter.

Not many people know about your hobby, but you think you’ve seen enough baking shows to be proficient with some flour and egg.

You decide to begin with good old-fashioned sugar cookies that you’ll try your best to decorate later. But first, you start measuring out ingredients.

You sing along with Eartha Kitt’s “Santa Baby,” not knowing that you have an audience.

Dean spots you on his way back in from the garage. He was aiming to grab a drink of water from the fridge. He finds you instead, bopping around the kitchen. He hears you humming breathily to the music, watches you swaying your hips to her sultry notes. And he smirks.

He steps up behind you and leans in close to your ear to ask, “What’cha making?”

You jump with a loud yelp, flinging up flour with your wooden spoon. Hearing Dean’s laughter, you whip around and give him a playful glare before swatting at him with the spoon.

“Hey!” he protests when you mark his shirt (more than once) with flour. You smirk and continue your task of mixing the dough.

Serves you right, troublemaker, you think. He comes up behind you to inspect your work.

“Cake?” he asks.

“Cookies, remember?” you tell him. “Want to help me?”

“You seem to be doing just fine.” He raises a brow as you take chunks of dough, roll them evenly in your hands, and place them on the tray. You’re making quick work of it too.

“Matter of fact, you look like a pro,” he adds.

You flash him a smile tinged with nostalgia.

“Yeah, well, my mom and I used to do this together every year when I was a kid. Snickerdoodles, oatmeal raisin, chocolate chip, oatmeal chocolate chip—”

“I think I get the picture,” Dean says with a growing smile. You return it, but your expression starts to fade the longer you think of her.

Dean catches the shift; he knows your mom passed just a few years ago, losing her battle with lung cancer. He and Sam attended the funeral.

Dean understands. He just lost his own mother a few months ago—again. Another reason he can’t quite be Mr. Nice Guy with Jack. At least, not how they used to be. He knows it wasn’t the kid’s fault. Logically, Dean knows this. The nephilim didn’t have his soul.

In Dean’s heart though, his mom is still gone from this world. She got cheated out of her second chance at life. And deep down, selfishly, Dean feels cheated too.

It’s a reminder that gets stuck in his throat. But it dislodges another memory, one he feels comfortable enough with you to share, in the privacy of a quiet kitchen.

“I think I remember helping my mom bake something once, when I was a kid,” Dean admits. Though he clears his throat when your gaze turns to him in interest.

“Think it was chocolate chip cookies…well, whatever, they were hard as a rock,” he says, smiling at the memory. “So we went to the store and bought some from the bakery instead.”

You watch how his face softens, in the way it does whenever he talks about his mother. You smile just as softly.

“Aw, little Dean,” you say, because you can imagine it so clearly. Maybe he’s four or five, working dough between his small hands. And beautiful Mary, smiling beside him, encouraging him.

Dean’s eyes meet yours, uncomfortable with the gentle way you’re looking at him. So he clears his throat and goes into the fridge. He pulls out the eggnog and finds the rum you bought last night, specifically for what he’s about to do.

“Ooh, good idea,” you say as he fixes both of you a glass. Though you balk at his heavy pour of rum. “Geez, trying to get me drunk before noon?”

He grins at you. “Morning, night, and day are the only times to be drunk.”

You snort in response.

“Is that all?” you remark, and you wipe your hands of the wet dough (and most of the flour) before you take the glass he offers. You clink your glass with his and take a sip, even though you choke on it soon after.

“Jesus Christ, Dean,” you cough. He had to have poured half the bottle of Bacardi Superior in there.

Dean sucks between his teeth. “Yep, that is bracing.”

He glances over at you and smiles, raising a finger at the corner of your mouth.

“You’ve got some there,” he points out. You touch your chin, trying to feel for anything on your face.

“Where?”

“On your mustache, there.”

“I don’t have a mustache!” you say indignantly. You know this for a fact, as you spent a fair amount of time waxing and shaving yourself last night.

…Not that you had any particular reason to (or anyone to wax for), you just noticed that you needed some grooming. That’s all.

Dean’s grin edges into a teasing smirk. “Don’t worry, it’s cute. Less Duck Dynasty and more Steve Harvey, Family Feud guy.”

You splutter laughing and hit his chest with the back of your hand.

“You’re such an ass.”

He chuckles and wipes the bit of eggnog from the corner of your mouth with his thumb. It makes your cheeks flare with a warm blush.

“Well, I uh, should get these into the fridge to chill,” you say. You grab the tray of rolled up cookie dough and head for the fridge, but maybe you’re more frazzled than you realize.

You accidentally knock into Dean’s elbow, making him spill half his drink down the front of his shirt.

You gasp, eyes flying wide, while he looks down at the mess now dripping from his shirt onto the floor. When he eventually looks up at you in deadpan exasperation, you have to bite your lip against a smile.

“Good job,” he cracks.

“I’m so sorry,” you say with a bubble of nervous laughter. “Hold on.”

You finish putting the tray in the fridge and immediately turn to grab a few paper towels. You go to Dean and start helping him blot out the sticky, frothy mess staining through his green flannel and black undershirt, from chest to sternum.

The problem is, the paper towel is thin and breaking off on his shirt, making your task damn near impossible. White, wet pieces of paper are coming off on his black shirt.

“Well, you’re doing great,” Dean wryly remarks.

You can’t help but giggle. “It’s not all my damn fault here. Who the hell buys one-ply paper towels?”

“Sam. Evidently, he’s cheap as hell,” he replies, eliciting another laugh from you.

Soon enough you give up on the paper towel with a huff, and you go to grab an actual hand towel. Dean follows you, which assures that you bump into him again when you turn back around.

You yelp as your foot starts to slip on the sticky drops on the floor, but Dean grabs your arms, steadying you. You can’t help but giggle again, looking up at him. He quirks an amused smile down at you.

But then your face slackens as you gaze up above his head. He curiously follows suit.

And you both realize that you’ve fallen into a trap.

Jack’s sprig of mistletoe once again lies above your head. Your heart trips up a bit faster as Dean looks down at you, this time with a growing smirk.

“My turn,” he says. His eyes are flirtatious, but they hold a hint of something deeper. Something you can’t name.

“Are you gonna go for my cheek like I’m your cousin?” he asks.

His raised brow is a challenge, and it makes you bite the inside of your lip. He can be so annoying, but you suppose he wouldn’t be Dean if he didn’t make things more difficult for you.

Well, I didn’t put on lipstick for nothing, you muse. And though anticipation and nerves trill down your spine, you lean up on your toes, take his face between your flour-stained hands, and press your lips to his.

It’s a sweet kiss, and his hands come to rest along the curve of your waist, holding you close.

When you pull away, you suddenly realize just what you’ve done as you let your hands fall away from his face. You’re not quite sure what to do with them afterwards, so they clench awkwardly in the air between you two.

Dean looks down at you with a softer, yet playful smirk. He reluctantly drops his hands from your waist.

But he makes a show of licking his lips. You taste sweeter than boozy eggnog…actually, you taste more like chocolate. He glances behind you, and sure enough, he spies the Nestle bag in the corner.

“Chocolate chips?” he notes, eyeing you suspiciously. “Maybe those weren’t originally meant to be sugar cookies, huh?”

His gaze is drawn to the way you bite your lip again, trying to hold back an embarrassed smile. You raise a hand to wipe the imprint of MAC’s “Russian Red” lipstick from his mouth, and he smirks under the pad of your thumb.

“You saw nothing,” you warn him. You attempt to stifle another nervous giggle. “You’re officially sworn to secrecy.”

He hums at that. “I don’t know. What’s in it for me?”

“You’re asking for a bribe?” You raise a brow.

Dean’s smirk deepens. “Maybe. What’cha got for me?”

He rests a hand on the counter by your arm, subtly leaning in and looming over you with his broad frame. A hot blush heats your cheeks, then down your neck. And then excitement bubbles inside you.

Because the one thing you never thought would happen seems to be happening: Dean is actually, honest to God flirting with you.

Your mouth twitches at a smile as you pretend to think.

“Hmm…okay! I got it,” you say.

You grip the front of his shirt, and once again lean up on your toes so you can kiss him. This time, Dean holds you there by your cheek. His large hand presses against your warm skin, and his fingers soon delve into your hair. You hum against his lips and deepen the angle of your kiss, your palms lying flat against his chest.

So fucking firm, you think. A solid wall of a man.

Dean’s free hand falls warmly on your hip, bringing you ever closer. He makes a pleased sound when you suck and nip at his lower lip. And with each new kiss, you’re falling deeper and deeper into the intoxication of him.

Before you realize it, he’s walked you back to press you into the little table in the kitchen, where you all shared breakfast this morning. But you surprise him by breaking the kiss. You pull away just enough to see his confused, handsome face.

“There you go. That’s your payment,” you tease. “Good enough?”

“Hell fucking no,” Dean rasps.

He dives back in to claim your lips, and you smile, letting him do it. Your whole body is buzzing with warmth of feeling and happiness, especially when his arms slip around you firmly and pull you flush against him. Your hands travel up his flannel-clad arms to wind around his neck.

A moan catches in your throat when his lips veer away from yours, beginning a path along the curve of your jaw, down the side of your neck, stopping just under your ear. His stubble prickles against your skin in the most delicious of ways. Your eyes close at the feeling.

You sigh and card your fingers up the back of his neck, through his hair. “Dean…”

He surprises you with a nipping kiss on your earlobe, making you jump a little with a yelp.

You utter a laugh and playfully tighten your hand in his hair. “Hey!”

The sound of his deep, muffled chuckle in your ear sends tingles along your skin and heat, down between your legs. You let out a shaking sigh and press kisses of your own to his neck.

You tug at the collar of his shirt to reveal more skin, so you can latch onto his shoulder next. It’s a playful bite, one that elicits a groan from Dean as his thigh slips between both of yours.

His hands find your waist, and with a quiet grunt, he hefts you up onto the kitchen table. You squeal at the sudden move, clinging to his shoulders when the table shakes a bit.

But it prompts you to look up at Dean’s face. You see the desire darkening his eyes to hunter green. And his hands part your knees to let him stand between them.

You blush hotly when his palms smooth up your bare thighs, over the skirt of your dress. He drags the thin fabric with him and rucks it up well above your knees. Your mouth parts on a shaky breath when those sinful hands stop at your hips, bunching up the fabric there.

“I like this dress,” he mentions. Your mouth curves with a grin.

“I think it likes you back,” you reply. Your gaze falls to his chest as you pick at the collar of his flannel. “This should go, though.”

With an amused huff, Dean shrugs out of the green plaid first. You help him with the black undershirt next, giggling a little when it gets caught on his wrist and spikes up his short hair. That’s all right, you think, because you’re about to mess it up even more.

Your hands run over his bare chest first though, as you drink him in with your eyes. Dean notices with a smirk, and he lets you pull him in again by his hair as you meet him with a passionate kiss.

He likes the way you try to devour him with lips and tongue and teeth. In turn, he slips underneath the skirt of your dress and squeezes your thighs.

You gasp into his mouth, allowing him to devour you back. It makes you realize that this is seriously heading somewhere. It’s hot and heady and his touch is making your head swim. But your heart shoots you a firm reminder…

One that makes you slower to respond to Dean’s increasingly demanding kiss.

Sensing your hesitation though, Dean slows his roll.

“You okay?” his deep voice rumbles.

When you don’t have a ready answer for him, he pulls back enough to see your face. He finds your uncertainty.

You look down in embarrassment.

Even though his heart is still pounding (and his dick straining in his jeans), Dean moves his hands from under your skirt, back to your waist. And he raises his brows, ducking to find your eyes. Once you meet his gaze, he gives you a smile.

“Hey, talk to me,” he prompts. His thumbs brush against your sides, earning your weak smile back. Your hands slide down his neck to rest on his shoulders.

“Sorry. I just, um…” you stumble on your words. You’re not sure how you want to say this, but Dean’s brows are knitting together. His face is more serious now as he watches you with singular focus. It gives you enough courage to put your heart in his hands.

“This, us, right now…is this a one-time deal?” you ask.

Out of all the things he thought you might say, maybe Dean should’ve prepared for that one a bit better. He frowns, considering how to answer you—and what would put the least amount of pressure on you. Even though his gut is telling him (kicking him), on what he should really tell you.

But those words get stuck in his mouth. So all he can bring himself to say is…

“If you want it to be,” he says.

You bite your lip at that. Though not in a good way, his instincts also tell him. Your gaze falls.

“That’s just it,” you say. After a moment, you manage to look up at him again.

“I don’t think I can do that,” you say in measured tones, even though you’re scared. “I like you, Dean.”

The “like” feels like something a lot deeper, even to your own ears.

But you don’t expect the way Dean’s guarded face softens.

He breaks into a smile that makes his eyes crinkle at the corners. He tucks a loose strand of your hair behind your ear, brushing your cheek with his thumb. You close your eyes at the tender touch.

“Well, that’s good,” he says. “Because here I was, trying to wrap my head around how I was supposed to let you go after havin’ you…right where I want you.”

Your eyes flash open at that. Then he leans down and kisses you again. Your shock is a powerful thing, but it all but melts at his touch. You relax into him with a sigh of relief, kissing him back and closing your eyes against the sweet sting of tears.

You don’t have time to let them fall though. Dean doesn’t give that to you. He pulls you by your thighs until you’re at the edge of the table. You feel his hands travel up and curl around the waistband of your underwear. You raise up for him so he can tug them down, over your ass and thighs, and you kick the black, lacy panties off your foot with a giggle.

Dean grins, especially when you go for his belt. Your eyes briefly meet with his while you make quick work of the buckle, then the button and zipper on his jeans. You hook two fingers in the waistband of his boxer briefs and tug him closer.

“Come ‘ere,” you whisper.

Smirking, Dean obliges you, stepping closer into your orbit. And he has to grip your thighs for support when you slide a hand down the front of his underwear, feeling down the length of his hard cock with a gentle, sensuous hand. He moans, pressing his forehead into your shoulder.

“Ooh, finders keepers,” you tease. Dean snorts against your neck and presses a biting kiss there, satisfied by the way you gasp and shiver.

You feel the shape of his smile on your skin. But he grabs your arms tight when your hand squeezes experimentally around his cock.

“Fuck,” he mutters. “You gonna keep teasing me, sweetheart?”

“Maybe,” you reply cheekily. All the while, you continue to caress him within the confines of his pants, especially brushing your thumb around the sensitive head.

If you keep this up, he’s not going to last long enough to do everything he wants to do to you. Everything he’s dreamed about for years with a hand wrapped around himself…but he’s been too much of a fucking coward to make that leap with you.

He told himself he was protecting you. That you were better off with someone less damaged. That he’d just drag you down into his hellish life.

But he just can’t fucking take it anymore.

So Dean grasps your wrist, prompting you to release him. You look down at his face and catch the way his playfulness fades into a more concentrated desire. The heat in his eyes makes your mouth part in soft surprise.

Dean picks up from where he left off before, pressing a hand to your cheek and ravaging your lips. His hand then slides into your hair and gets a firm grip. All the while, his free one slips beneath your dress and between your legs. First he just teases the seam of your pussy with the calloused pads of his fingertips.

Your breath catches in your throat as you squeeze his shoulders and lean back, giving him a better angle. And you utter a moan when those thick digits slip between your folds and sink deeply into your wet heat.

“Dean,” you gasp his name into his mouth. The hand in your hair tightens as he works you over, exploring your inner channel with two fingers while this thumb presses and circles around your clit. Your tremulous hips begin to move in time with his rhythm, meeting his thrusts as you pulse deep inside with pleasure.

His lips drift away from your mouth, pressing against your cheek, then into your neck.

“I got you, baby. Let go for me,” he says hotly in your ear. His thumb rubs more insistently against your clit in time with his pulsing fingers.

Your inner walls squeeze around his hand, tighter and tighter. And you utter a gasping moan into his ear as you cling to him. Dean strokes inside you through your shuddering release. It’s almost too much, but it prolongs the feeling of your pleasure and makes your arms tremble around his neck.

Afterwards, he rubs your lower back until you catch your breath. You manage to press a grateful kiss into his neck, then his cheek.

“Holy shit,” you utter. It earns a genuine laugh from Dean as he cups the back of your head.

“Oh, we’re not done,” he promises, leaning back to look into your eyes. “I think you’re gonna be more comfortable in my room.”

You tilt your head at him. “Or…”

You shuffle even closer to him on the table and pull off your dress, slipping it over your head. You feel a little self-conscious in exposing your full self to him, but Dean watches you undress with hungry eyes and a tight jaw.

After your black dress falls to the floor, he takes in the sight of your body, his gaze landing on the black lace bra still covering your breasts. His hands slip up the curve of your waist, up your sides, and slide behind to unhook your bra.

His mouth burns a trail down your chest, between the valley of your breasts when he drags the bra down your arms and to the floor. You grab onto his arms for support; you feel like you’re riding the hurricane that is Dean Winchester, and you don’t expect to come out intact.

“Fucking beautiful,” he murmurs against your skin, making you shudder. You suck in a breath as his hands cup your breasts, roughly kneading and rolling his thumbs over pert nipples.

“Smooth talker,” you manage to quip with a smile.

“Ain’t nothin’ but the truth,” he tells you. “Feels like I’ve been waiting a goddamn lifetime for this.”

His eyes are dark with desire, but they’re also serious. Your voice gets stuck in your throat for a moment. He’d been waiting for you?

But you realize that sometimes, words are overrated. You slide your arms around his neck and kiss him deeply, licking into his mouth and taking satisfaction from the way he groans into yours.

He holds you flush against his chest, skin to blushing skin. He runs his warm hands down your naked back, familiarizes himself with each and every one of your curves.

Dean’s waited so long for this, he doesn’t know whether to take his time, or just take you right now before someone walks into the open kitchen.

But you make the decision for him.

You break away from his lips to drag his belt and jeans down, just enough to shuffle them past his hips. Dean’s lips curve into a smirk. It would be easier to turn you around and bend you over on the table (and the thought is pretty fucking appealing right now).

…But he wants to see your face. He wants to know, looking in your eyes, what you want from him and how his touch makes you feel.

So he helps you free his straining cock from his boxers to line himself up to your entrance.

With his arm wrapped around your waist to support you, and a hand on the table, Dean sheathes himself inside you. You both release shaking breaths as he bottoms out, stretching your inner walls and wrapping firmly around him.

“Fuck,” he grunts.

You nod at that, wiping the dewy sweat forming above his brow. He flashes you a grin, one you recognize from his younger, more boyish days. It’s a welcome sight, and you smile back and wrap your legs around his hips. If possible, it buries him deeper inside you. He groans.

“Damn, baby,” he says, panting for breath. “Haven’t even started yet, but you might just kill me.”

“There are worse ways to go,” you tease.

He snorts at that. In their line of work, isn’t that the fucking truth.

When he begins to slide out of you for the first time, you brace yourself with a hand at the back of his neck and another on the table. Dean begins a steady rhythm, one that serves you well as you get used to the size of him.

But eventually you urge him on faster, your nails scraping through his hair and against his scalp. He groans and drives into you at a clip that makes your toes curl and a keen high in your throat.

He spills hotly inside you when he comes.

You know you shouldn’t have let him, but you wanted to feel him, wanted to hold him the way he held you. And you do so, stroking his cheek and drawing a thumb across his full lower lip as he shudders.

But Dean isn’t satisfied, not until his fingers further part your folds and find your still sensitive clit. He rubs and circles insistently, until you can’t help but give him your second release, shuddering a moan as you cling to him. He holds you with an arm wrapped tight around your lower back, pressing your breasts against his chest.

You both pant for breath. His cheek rests alongside yours, and both of your eyes close for a moment. You brush your fingers more gently through his hair.

“Dean,” you start to say, but the sound of the bunker’s door unlocking makes you both freeze.

“Shit,” Dean mutters.

You can’t see them from the kitchen, but you hear Sam and Jack come in. Oh fuck.

Dean reluctantly detangles himself from you and wrestles up his underwear and jeans. Meanwhile, you hop off the kitchen table to grab your dress, pulling it on as you look for your bra and panties.

Sam calls your name, then Dean’s. But the two of you ignore him as you try to silently scramble around.

You manage to find your bra, but you don’t have time to put it on. You shove it behind the toaster. Then you find a napkin to wipe off the rest of your lipstick.

Meanwhile, Dean finds his black shirt. He hesitates when he sees it’s stained all over with flour and dried eggnog, but he puts it on anyway. (He won’t realize until later that his hair and shoulders are flecked with the stuff, just as his lips and chin are still smudged with your lipstick.)

He grabs the green flannel you throw at him, and he finds your panties tossed in the corner. He raises up the black lace in his hand and smirks at you with waggling brows.

“Give me that!” you whisper-hiss. The slick between your thighs is already becoming uncomfortable, along with the chill on your bare ass under the dress.

But instead of obeying, Dean winks at you and pockets them instead. You gape in disbelief as he flees the kitchen, presumably to disappear into his room. It leaves you in a…sticky situation, so to speak.

Sam calls your name questioningly when he comes around the corner. He pops into the kitchen with a few Walmart bags in hand. Sticking out of one of them are some stockings, you notice.

“Hey, how’s the baking going?” he asks.

“Good!” you say, though your voice is far too high and chipper. “Good. Just about to get them into the…oven.”

You turn and realize you haven’t even pre-heated the oven. You do so after pressing a few buttons, and you go to the fridge to grab the tray of chilling dough.

Sam raises a brow at you, especially when he sees your frizzy hair, and the flour stained across your bottom.

But he wisely doesn’t comment.

Later that night, Dean lays on his bed. He’s long since showered, fully clothed, arms crossed while his music plays from his laptop. But he can’t make himself focus on anything else but you.

How it was to finally have you; not just the give of your soft curves under his hands, but the sound of your voice coming apart in his ear, the way you’d begged him, at times teased him, and then gave him a run for his money with your wily hands and tongue.

Dean’s had all of that running through his head for the rest of the damn day.

And there were stolen looks at dinner that evening. Furtive smiles. Brief, innocent touches. Moments where you blushed down to your neck, and he had to hide his amusement. (Even if his brother had noted his apparent good mood at dinner.)

But between Sam and the two angels hanging around, Dean hasn’t had a chance to talk to you after what happened in the kitchen. He doesn’t want you to get the wrong idea.

If you want it to be, he’d said, when you asked if this was going to be a one-time thing.

He hopes he made himself clear—that this is not that kind of deal. Not for him.

Now that he’s gotten a taste of what he couldn’t have, and worse, now that he knows you want more from him…he just can force himself to let go this time.

There’s a thought that he doesn’t want to face. It’s been buried so deep, for so long, that he can’t even commit it to the forefront of his mind.

But it’s there.

Despite the hell he attracts like flies to shit, he wants you. Not for one night. Not just for kicks. He wants you to stay arguing with him about stupid shit, taking his teasing and dishing it right back—like making fun of his slippers and how much he secretly likes country music.

He wants you with him and Sam on hunts, even though it also makes him worry. (But he worries much more when he knows you’re out there, hunting alone.)

Dean thinks about you when you’re not around, more often than he’d like to admit. So today, he finally had to face the truth.

He wants you. More than he’s wanted anything in a long time. And he wants to find out what it’ll be like to try this for real, with you.

The thought that you still could be thinking otherwise, wondering, doubting him, has Dean going mildly insane.

It’s not right, and he takes pride in righting wrongs.

So he decides to break out of the confines of his room to find yours. It lies down the hall and to the left; he knows because you take the same room every time you stay at the bunker, which admittedly, isn’t as often as he likes. Maybe they can change that…

“Oh. Hello, Dean,” says Castiel.

Dean inwardly curses as the angel comes from the opposite direction. Already he’s tilting his head in curiosity.

“It’s late. Feeling peckish?” he asks.

“Uh, yeah,” Dean replies. He moves past the angel and continues down the hall.

“Dean,” the angel calls to him.

Dean pauses, looking over his shoulder.

“What?”

“The kitchen is the other way,” Castiel points in the direction in which he’s going.

“Uh…well, yeah,” Dean says. “I just, uh…”

Cas’s head tilts just so, confusion soon replacing his curiosity.

“Never mind,” Dean waves a dismissive hand. He’s forced to follow his friend down the hall, away from your bedroom door which lies just inches away.

He doesn’t know that you can hear the entire conversation from the safety of your bed, comfortable in your pajamas. You have to stifle a giggle as you listen to Dean fumbling. You have a feeling you know where he’d really been headed.

So you take your phone out and text him.

Foiled by Columbo once again, you tease.

Moments later, Dean texts you back.

More like cock-blocked.

You snicker at that. You still haven’t given back my panties.

And you ain’t getting them back. They’re spoils of war.

You roll your eyes. But then Dean starts typing again.

Just to recap. Today: not a one-time thing.

Your smile grows and warms, like melted butter.

Good…can we talk tomorrow?

It’s a date, he says. And a beat later. Merry Christmas, beautiful.

You realize it’s officially 12:00 a.m. Christmas morning. You have a feeling it’s going to be a good one.

Merry Christmas, Dean.

AN: 😏 Well then. Merry Christmas, indeed. Let me know what you thought of Part 2!

Next Time:

Dean takes your hand and leads you downstairs to the garage.

There you find the remains of your car, which has rusted out parts strewn haphazardly all over the ground. You raise a brow. This is how he fixes your car?

“You are so not winning the bet.”

Or will he? 😉

Find out in PART 3.

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justhere4kpop · 4 months

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Mistletoe

Pairing: Kim Hongjoong x afab!Reader x Park Seonghwa

w/c: 2.4k

Genre: Fluff, Smut, Fashion Agency Owners AU!

Warnings: (Minors DNI, MDNI), Language, Smut...money?

a/n: Happy Holidays from your Secret Santa @joong-of-gold I really hope you like this, I'm not the best at writing smut! I wanted to do something really nice for you so I hope this is a nice present and surprise! You're amazing and I can't wait to grow more together over this year!!

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soft dom! Hwa and Joong, pet names: Baby, My Love, Darling, Angel Darling, Sweetheart, unprotected sex (wrap it), overstim, they enjoy ruining you? voyuer? Exhibitionism? idk, manhandling mxm mention (they're all three dating)...

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When I admitted my feelings for my long time friends, I’d never thought a year later I’d actually be thinking about moving in together. Sure they were fine with it they’d been living together for years now, as co-owners of a fashion company and life partners they were used to living with another person, me on the other hand…this was new, the only roommates I had were in college, and that ended up horribly. I vowed to live alone for the rest of my life. When I had finally told them I had feelings for them it was their company Christmas party. They always took me, I was always the plus one to events. I was always the third wheel.

“Third wheel? Darling you have never been the third wheel.” Seonghwa took my hand gently after his fits of giggles.

“You have merely always been our third.” Hongjoong kissed my cheek.

“The long lingering touches, the money and time spent, Darling we don’t do that just for any silly friend.” Seonghwa kissed my knuckles.

“We thought you knew, that’s why you were playing along.” they finished each other’s sentences.

“Thought I Knew? Well you could’ve said something before now! Geez the nerve of you two, how I could ever fall for the two of you is beyond me!” I threw my hands up exhausted by the conversation already.

“Look up my love.” Hongjoong had motioned up.

“Seems someone got caught under the mistletoe.” Seonghwa had smiled cupping my chin and pulling me towards him.

Maybe the eggnog was a little strong at the office party this year, I feel lightheaded. Maybe it’s the feeling of Seonghwa’s lips on mine, maybe it’s Hongjoong taking my chin from the taller man to also give me a taste of what he could provide. Yes, that must be it…it’s the way I’m intoxicated by the two men who I’ve known for my university friends.

A year later and my whole world has spun upside down, first they made me leave my long time job to come be their personal assistant.

“No no you won’t work at some stuffy boring office job.” Seonghwa said picking me up from work. “You’ll come work for us.”

“Why would I leave one stuffy boring office job for another?” I asked eyebrow raised.

“If you think working with your partners would be stuffy then you need to come join the fun, you’ll see how stuffy it really is.”

Little did I know how they saw me.

“Ah our muse is finally joining us?” Hongjoong said as I came to work with Hwa the next day. “My love you’ll be positively radiant in this piece I’m working on.”

“I thought we agreed on my piece first Joongie.” Hwa pouted. “Honestly you’re so unfair to me.”

“Oh hush down Angel.” he smiled and kisses Seonghwa on the cheek. “How do you feel about red my love?” he asked looking at me.

Their muse? I was still processing the thought, but it was true they had plenty of photos of us in parties, they had blown up photos of my outfits and written all over them to critique how it fit. They had started this whole company…for me?

“You’re our muse my love.” Hongjoong smiled.

“Everything we make with you in mind.” Seonghwa cupped my face.

Not everything was easy and smooth, sure I had started a new job, gotten treated like royalty, had two boyfriends who I couldn’t believe I got to wake up next to, moved in together and gotten everything I had ever wanted. I craved them we’d share kisses, touches, heavy touches, breathes, in the office, late nights, in bed shared breathes twisting together. I was never satisfied. Our anniversary was approaching, and I…I had a devious plan. They were working on their most erotic set for lingerie and I was going to surprise them, model it for them, just how they had always wanted. They always do a Christmas show, would that be a good start. Yes they certainly had raised one hell of a plaything. No never plaything, partner. They loved me as I loved them.

“Darling? You seem lost in thought again.” Seonghwa smiled and took the schedule for the day from my hand. “Why don’t you clear my schedule for after lunch, I’m in need of some special inspiration today.” he kissed my cheek. “Oh and clear Hongjoong’s for about 30 minutes after, he’ll wonder where we are.”

“You are the boss.”

“And you are wearing the skirt I made for you. You know I love when you wear my pieces.” he smiled. “Maybe I should take you out for lunch today, you'll need a good meal, and I should really show everyone what they’re missing.”

“You’d get way too jealous if we went out.”

“Oh so no Trivet for lunch? Shame, you love that place.”

“Oh so you want to show me off?”

“I’m not opposed to the idea darling.”

“Try not to get jealous then Angel Darling.” I smiled and peck his lips staining them a shade of plum red briefly.

Little did he know how much I was willing to challenge his idea of showing me off outside of work. He did say he wouldn’t get jealous.

“Date stick you up?” said a smooth talker from my left as I waited for Seonghwa to arrive. “Drink on me.”

“Oh no my boyfriend is on his way, just held up at a meeting. He cleared his schedule to be here.”

“But couldn’t even be on time?”

I did clear his schedule so I would know if he was late or not.

“Well he is important.” sleeze bag rolled his eyes.

“I could buy this whole place if I wanted to.” he smirked.

“And I could buy this whole block.” Seonghwa popped in. “Sorry I’m late darling.”

“No worries, I’ve been thoroughly entertained.” I smiled and looked at him and gave him a kiss.

“I wish you’d have better taste in company.”

“I thought you wouldn’t be jealous.” I chuckled and we went to our normal table.

The waiter was flirting with me, how bold. In front of Seonghwa too, I could see his jaw clench slightly every time he ignored Seonghwa in favor of staring at me.

“Could you not flirt with the waiter?” he rolled his eyes.

“I thought you said not jealous hmm? Besides what about a free dessert?”

“I could buy you a dessert.”

“But it’s sweeter free.”

They have created a monster haven’t they. Perfect little monster for them.

Arriving back to the office Seonghwa was insatiable, free dessert in one hand, my waist in the other.

“Another lunch I wasn’t invited to? How mean my love.” Hongjoong tapped on the desk. “And don’t think I missed you clearing your schedule Hwa, perhaps we should go home and enjoy an after meal show?”

“Why go home when the show is available here. She got a free dessert from the waiter.”

“And a free drink from sleezy at the bar.”

“No wonder he thought he had a chance.” Seonghwa rolls his eyes at the mention. “You minx.”

“Isn’t tonight the holiday party Seonghwa?” Hongjoong got up to lock the door.

“I guess we’ll be fashionably late this year.” Seonghwa smiled at the man.

“I don’t have anything to wear if we stay here.” I argued.

“Nonsense darling, you have everything you could possibly want here.”

“After all these are designed with you in mind.” Hongjoong finished Seonghwa’s thought.

Who really could say no when it came to the two of them. They are intoxicating in the best way possible and so very dedicated.

“Take it off….slowly.” Seonghwa nipped at my ear.

First came my blouse, unbuttoned slowly to reveal the lace bra underneath, next came the shoes, the skirt revealing the matching set I had picked for the day, and as I went to remove the stockings-

“Those stay on for now.” Hongjoong’s gaze lowered.

The desk was cleared behind me in an instant. Designs and papers flying, not that they cared, if they were important they’d be up on a wall or anywhere but the desk. Some where just doodles done absentmindedly during meetings that they had no interest in attending.

“I’ll show you why you’ll never want anyone else.” Seonghwa lowered himself kissing down my torso stopping above the panty line, my hips bucked up to meet his smirk slightly.

“Never wanted anyone else but you and Joongie, Hwa.” I sighed out.

“Take care of him while I take care of you darling.” he smiled and Hongjoong moved closer to my face.

“You sure do put on quite the show for us my love. How perfect you are.” Hongjoong smiled down at me.

Seonghwa removed my far too wet panties before gently blowing on my wet folds, the chill making my legs close slightly.

“Already wet for us darling?”

“She sure knows her place well.” Hongjoong smiled and began undoing his belt. “Be good or I’ll have to tie those beautiful hands up my love.”

Seonghwa’s velvet tongue entered my folds and the moan that escaped my lips was far more animalistic than I had intended. He knew every pleasure point in my body, both of them did, the way his plush lips encased my clit and the way Joong pushed his hardened length in my mouth. My senses, overwhelmed. Joongie pushed me up slightly to get the bra off me leaving me almost completely bare to the men I know as my lovers.

“That’s it darling, cum on my tongue.” Hwa moaned against my pussy becoming intoxicated himself.

The orgasm that hit me from his tongue sent my body into overdrive, my clit bumped his nose perfectly that little tingles could be felt far after I had started to come down. In my dazed out state the two men before me positions and Hongjoong made his way between my legs to my core. He licked a bold stripe up gathering the taste on his tongue. Seonghwa isn’t usually the talker but it seems they switched today, it does happen on occasion, it means one thing, Hongjoong is needy.

“My love, look at me.” Hongjoong’s flushed face came closer to mine. “Don’t pay attention to him right now, it’s you and me. Gonna fill you up.” he snapped his hips forward entering halfway, the thickness of his hard cock stretching me out. “So tight baby. Can’t believe it, like we’ve never had any fun together before.” he smiled and captured my lips with his. His tongued danced with mine as he began to piston his hips into mine pulling a leg over his shoulder to hit as deep as his could. He pulled at one of the stockings with his teeth before finally pulling them off, he always enjoyed removing the last piece of clothing I was wearing, every time it was different.

“That feel good baby?” he growled in my ear his hips snapping against me harder.

“Y-Yes.” I moaned feeling my stomach tighten again.

“Tell Hwa how good it feels.”

“F-Feels so-so good, Hwa.” I moaned and fumbled with Seonghwa’s pants to palm at his cock tenting his underwear. “So good Joongie.” I moaned louder.

“That’s right my love. Take what I give you.” he groaned and gave Seonghwa the side-eye almost as if in some possessive dance they do. “Cum on my cock.”

“J-Joong.” I moaned and arched off the desk, my back a little sticky from the slight sheen of sweat covering my body. My second orgasm hit me like a truck, Hongjoong could feel me spasming around his cock trying to milk him dry, it didn’t take long for his to let out a guttural groan and spill into my fluttering walls.

Seonghwa had turned me over his favorite was always from the back. Where Hongjoong had girth, Seonghwa had length, he could reach deeper than my wildest fantasies. I was so full, he was fucking Hoongjoong’s cum back into me I was seeing stars from the force he held me against the desk. The subtle creak was heard as he pushed into me.

“So wet and slippery darling, messy and so perfect.” he smirked.

“F-For you.” I moaned and gripped onto the edge of the desk, my knuckles already turning white from how hard he was snapping his hips into my backside. “Fuck, S-Seo-Seonghwa.”

“That’s it baby, so sensitive hmm?”

I couldn’t respond, my brain turning into mush with every reach his cock made inside me.

“See that Joongie, a baby just for us, can barely keep her eyes open.” he smiled at Hongjoong.

“Her eyes might get stuck in the back of her head from how hard she’s rolling them Hwa.” he smirked.

I came for the third time that afternoon in a matter of minutes, completely sensitive and overstimulated from the attention of the two men as one of them lost himself behind me.

“Darling.” a singsong voice called out, gentle hands running up and down my spine soothingly.

“Come back to us my love.” a hand moved hair from my forehead. “You blacked out a little after that last one.” he said with a smile. “Don’t worry though Seonghwa did too.”

“Did not.” the man on the other side of me claimed.

“You were seeing stars.” Hongjoong moved Seonghwa’s hair back as well.

“How…How did we get on the…couch?” I asked coming back little by little.

“Wanted somewhere soft for you to land.” Hongjoong smiled gently, come on lets get you cleaned up and ready for the party.

I was never alone in the aftercare process, one of them always in the shower with me…yes yes stereotypical CEO private bathroom, one went to get snacks, the other water, one went to fetch clothing, the other helped me get my hair in order. A gentle scalp massage and a loving smile in the mirror never far away from the taller of my two partners.

“I love you so much darling.” he kissed the top of my head.

“I love you too Seonghwa angel.” I took his hand.

“And do you love me the same My Love?” Hongjoong came into view and took my other hand.

“Always my Joongie.” I smiled. “I was right though.”

They looked at each other.

“Dessert is sweeter when free.” I chuckled and looked up.

Mistletoe.

Bonus:

“Y/n? I didn’t know you were seeing someone!” my coworker James had called to attention.

“James whatever do you mean?”

“I mean that necklace you have on.” he winked and I glanced in the mirror finding a long chain of blossoming bruises along my neck.

“Oh thank you James…it’s designer.” I winked.

#cromernet #wonderlandnet #park seonghwa #seonghwa x reader #hongjoong smut #ateez hongjoong #hongjoong x reader #seongjoong #seongjoong x reader #smut

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heartfullofleeches · 6 months

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Hey chief, do you mind if I play some Pokemon here? Been here for a while and already collected some pearls, let me see..

*Pulls their bag and open it, taking out some Pokeballs*

Here we have... Titus, Dylan, Theodore, Erin, Spencer, Ben, Evan, Sammy, V, Host, Janitor, Ball Pit God, Bathroom Succubus, The Storyteller, The Manager, Amyas, Cholly, Tobi, Alasdair, Baron, Maddox, C.C., Orion, Jaremiah (btw, wtfrick happen to that dude? Did he melt on the microwave or smt?), Reese, Lambchop, Liu, Alien, Selene (honest, miss the sweet lady), Daina, Pin (another one that I miss, what happen to little dude? :( ), Static (do you remember them? It's been a while like, previous year halloween or smt?), Damsel, Elliot (I feel so old for still remembering him off-)...

Pretty sure I forgot some fellas, would you mind helping me find the others? I need to complete my Mr. Devil Collection. :b

Casper, Gemi/Gemini (miss these two fr, Ceres, Baron's sleeper paralysis big sister who's name I forget, Mal, Devlin, Silas, Gus, Ventri, Melan, The Director, Anri, Julian, The Scavenger, Rosebud, The Painter, the clock one, The lady in White, The Faceless Angel, Ruthie, Farmer Crow, Blythe, Mimi, D.Kay, Cherry, Clementine, Lemon, Lime, Melon, Eve/Everett, Vendetta, Dea, Thane, Mono, Exael, Titus, Sucrose, Mocha, Jolie, Izzy and Cinnabar, Gumi, Lollie, Zachary, Hayes, "Lucille" (Liu's parasite half. Also Liu used to be Lee), Morgan, Seth, that one cowboy guy, that one bullman guy, horny ghost lady, Chocolate Milk, Strawberry Milk, Eggnog, Screamsicle, Oat Milk, Apricot Milk, Peach Milk, Cotton-Candy Milk, Mint Milk, Apple Milk, Milk Tea, Spice Milk, Milk/Milk Maid, Cherry Milk, Bear, Bo, Spot, Saber, Belle, Doc, Trick, Prince, Wisteria

The list goes on but that's what I got for now. Fuck I miss the night gallery so fucking much. Jeremiah is dead. I haven't mention my poor baby Static since the beginning of the year. Pin has a draft I need to finish eventually

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hellowhisperingstars · 5 months

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All I Want For Christmas

Summary: Christmas is upon you and for the first time in years you head to your Moms for the family Christmas party. Too bad work calls Eddie away.

Pairing: Rockstar/Bar Owner!Eddie Munson x Baker!Reader

Words: 6K

Warnings: 18+, Y/N used, overuse of pet names, dom/sub dynamics, phone sex, masturbation (Male and Female), family, christmas, airplanes, barely edited, please let me know if I missed anything!

A/N: Happy Holidays everyone! Here is my Sugar Cloud Christmas one shot! I hope you all like it! Please let me know what you think!

Likes, comments, and reblogs are always greatly appreciated! <3

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This time of year was your favorite time of year. It was the time of warm food, cozy sweaters, your stepdad Joel’s horrible eggnog (which he swears up and down is the best in New York), and most of all… family. This year, like every year, they were gathering at your grandparent's house in Ithaca. It was a time to catch up, exchange gifts, eat too much food, and play games. To say you were excited was an understatement, giddiness rolled through you as you packed your bag for your trip, going over your list just in case you forgot anything.

The past few years you weren’t able to head to your grandparent’s house due to the bakery needing your attention and your dad being a huge pain in your ass but not this year as you were heading to upstate New York with Eddie. He was officially going to meet your mom’s side of the family. At least that had been the plan. You got a little less excited as Eddie sat on your bed next to your two open suitcases, his own features screwed up in sadness that he was going to miss it.

“I’m sorry baby,” He muttered, grabbing your hips and pulling you between his legs after you placed a wrapped present for your cousin into one of the cases. “I know how much this meant to you.”

“It’s okay,” You said, waving your hand in the air like you were trying to push away your sadness. “There will be more Christmas’. It’s not every year you get invited to play KROQ’s Almost Acoustic Christmas.”

“I told Curtis it wasn’t a good time,” He said, placing his chin on your stomach as he looked up at you. You were sure the angle wasn’t flattering but he didn’t seem to care one bit. “But he pushed it. Even scheduled some interviews with a few magazines and TV spots. I’m about ready to fire him.”

“Please don’t fire Curtis,” You said, pushing your hands through his hair. “He’s doing his best with a needy rockstar like you.”

“Needy?” He asked, his eyes wide, brows hiding in his bangs. “You think I’m needy?”

“Well yeah,” You smiled a little. “I distinctly remember you telling me that you ‘need just one more’ for about two hours last night.”

“Hey, you got to cum like six times. Who got the better end of the deal here?” He laughed, pinching your ass a little so that you would jump a bit. The two of you stared at one another for a few quiet seconds before he sighed. “Fiiine, I won’t fire Curtis. Kinda like the guy anyway.”

Laughing a little you lean your head down to touch his forehead with yours. “We’ll still have New Years.”

“Wouldn’t want to miss the one year anniversary of meeting you.” He smiled, and kissed you on the nose making you giggle. “Let's finish getting you all packed, you have an early flight tomorrow.”

Together you moved around your room, both gathering the things on your list, double checking once everything was packed that you indeed had everything you needed for a two week trip to upstate New York. Presents included.

The next morning Eddie walked with you into the airport in Indianapolis, hand in hand, both of you dragging one suitcase behind you. It was loud in the building, the sounds of planes landing, taking off, people moving quickly from one side of the airport to the other to catch their flights home, or work, or even to just get out of the cold Indiana weather for a few days. Airports always had a funny energy to them. The buzz of adventure.

“Alright,” Eddie said as he led you over to the line to check in. “Gotta get you checked in. Don’t want you missing this flight, your mom would murder me.”

“No she wouldn’t,” You laughed, leaning your head on his shoulder as he grinned down at you.

The line moved quickly and soon it was your turn. The pretty airport worker gave Eddie a flirty grin, complete with an unnecessary “accidental” hand touch when he passed your ID and his credit card over the counter to her. He had insisted on paying for you to be upgraded to first class for both flights, you had tried to argue but he wouldn’t hear it, it was almost six hours in traveling with one layover and he wanted you to be comfortable. He even made sure your bags were checked and would be transferred to the new plane so you wouldn’t have to re-check them.

You watched with slight amusement as the girl behind the counter continued to try to get his attention past normal work communication. It didn’t bother you much anymore when people would flirt with him. Eddie made it very clear that he only had eyes for you and when his hand went around your waist to pull you closer, the smile on her face dropped. The rest of the transaction went by with no interest from her end when she passed your tickets over to him.

Once you were all checked in, Eddie pocketed his wallet and grabbed your hand to start walking with you towards your gate. Checking his watch, he handed you your tickets. “We have an hour to kill. Want some coffee?”

“Yes, please,” You nodded, putting your tickets in your purse, you let his hand go so you could wrap your arm around his waist. His arm automatically goes over your shoulder.

Finding the airport coffee shop quickly, Eddie placed your orders and together you waited until it was ready. Grabbing your orders he walked with you towards your gate, taking a seat facing the large windows so you could watch the planes come and go.

“I’m going to miss you.” You pouted at him, taking a sip of your hot drink. The coffee warmed you from the inside out making you feel slightly better.

“I know, baby.” He said playing with the ends of your hair with the hand not holding his own cup of coffee. “But it'll only be two weeks and then we'll be together again. Plus you can call me whenever you want.”

“That’s true,”

All too soon your flight was called over the loudspeaker and it was time to board. Finishing your coffee you tossed the empty cup into the trash can as you both walked towards the gate. Turning you hugged him tightly, giving him a kiss when you leaned back a bit to see him.

“You have your tickets?”

“Right here.” You said pulling them out of your purse.

“Call me as soon as you land at JFK for your connection and again when you land in Ithaca.”

“Yes, Sir,” You smiled up at him sadly, you hated leaving him and this time you both would be on opposite sides of the country. “And you’ll let me know when you get to LA right? Don’t make me worry about you.”

“You know I will.” He smiled, pulling you close to kiss your forehead as the flight attendants called for first class passengers. Eddie nodded a bit before he looked down at you. Tapping the point of the pick on your collar that poked out a bit from under your scarf he smiled. “I love you.”

“I love you too.” You smiled sadly. “I'll see you in two weeks.”

“Be safe, be smart, and have fun with your family.” Kissing you once more he moved his arms away from you and put his hands into the pockets of his leather jacket as he watched you take a step back. “Tell your mom sorry I couldn't make it.”

“Break a leg rockstar.” You smiled with a nod once more before you turned and got in line.

He waited until you were through the gate turning back to give him one last wave before watching you walk down that long hall and into the plane. He even waited until your plane was taxiing onto the runway, watching through the large windows as the plane took off, taking you away from him. This was going to be a long two weeks he decided as he turned and left the airport alone.

You rarely flew growing up and even less now but when you did most of the time you just chose economy, since you had to pay for it yourself, your father didn’t want to spend any money on a ticket that would take you to his “alcoholic ex-wife”. But now you were practically melted into your first class seat on the second flight heading towards Ithaca and you wondered why you fought Eddie on this. It was so comfortable, the chair was large and could fold out into a bed, plus there was so much leg room just to stretch out if you wanted. No crying babies, no one accidentally elbowing you as they adjusted in their seat, and best of all you were in a window seat, watching as the world below flew by.

At the start of the last leg of your trip you had pulled the CD player from your purse and put the headphones over your ears turning it on so you could listen to the Corroded Coffin demo that Eddie had given you, for the one billionth time. You loved that you could still hear his voice even though you would be thousands of miles away from him. A tap on your shoulder made you jump a little and when you looked over one of the flight attendants was smiling down at you, so you paused your cd and pulled the headphones from your ears.

“I’m sorry I didn't mean to scare you.” She laughed a little.

“Oh no it’s fine. I should have been paying more attention.”

“I just wanted to let you know that we will be landing soon and your tray needs to be in the upright position.”

“Thank you.” You smiled as you turned off the CD player and pushed it back into your purse as you prepared your spot for landing and she walked away to assist the other passengers. With your seatbelt on you watched as the ground grew closer and closer, the town of Ithaca getting bigger and bigger. The plane jolted and the tires squealed as you landed and sighed a small smile growing on your features as your plane was taxi’d to an open gate.

In a line you followed all the other passengers out and into Ithaca Tompkins International Airport making sure you had your purse securely on your shoulder as you dug inside to turn on your phone. Once loaded you hit Eddie’s saved number and held the phone to your ear but all you got was voicemail. You had spoken to him earlier when you got to JFK but now he must already be on his way to LA. “Hey baby, it’s me. Just wanted to let you know that I landed in Ithaca just fine, going to grab my bags and head to my moms. I love you, have fun at the concert. I’ll talk to you later.”

Hanging up you shoved your phone into your pocket and continued your way down to the baggage claim. As you came through the archway that led to the front of the airport you heard your name be called by a deep voice. Turning you smiled, throwing your arms out into the air as you ran to your stepfather. He looked the same as he always did. Tall, dark, and handsome. Decked out in plaid and denim with his warmest jacket on. “JOEL!”

“Hey kid!” He laughed as he hugged you. “How are you? How were your flights?”

“Good, good, everything was good!” You laughed as you hugged him back. “I'm so happy to see you!”

“You're by yourself?” He asked as he looked around hoping to catch a glimpse of your plus one. “Your mom told me your new beau was coming. I was hoping to meet him.”

Sighing, you shook your head. “Duty called unfortunately. It's not every year you get picked to play KROQ’s Almost Acoustic Christmas so he had to go. He hated having to cancel on us at the last minute. But you'll meet him in the spring when you and mom come out to visit.”

“Life of a rockstar.” He smiled a bit, throwing his arm around your shoulders in a fatherly way walking you towards the baggage claim. “Let's get your stuff and head on home. Your mom's cooking your favorite tonight.”

Christmas in LA was a lot different then Hawkins. No snow covered the ground, there was a slight crispness in the air, and the sun was still able to keep you warm during the day. The only things he hated about LA was that you weren't here with him and the layer of smog that laid over the city.

Eddie groaned as he lifted his guitar case over his shoulder and grabbed his own suitcase from the back of the van so he could follow the rest of the boys inside of the hotel that they would be calling home for this trip. He was a little jealous of Jeff and Gareth, they were able to bring their girls with them for this trip, watching Andrea and Lizzy talk animatedly about the pretty Christmas decorations made him miss you that much more. Knowing you would be right there with the girls pointing out the cute little snowman statues that sat next to the large decked out pine tree in the middle of the lobby.

“Just wait here guys. I'll get us all checked in,” Curtis said as he gestured for them to relax.

“You have been pouty the whole way here Eddie Bear.” Lizzy said as she broke off from Andrea to bump her hip into his. “I'm sorry you had to miss Y/N's family party for this. I know how much you wanted to be there.”

“It happens,” He shrugged using one hand to push his sunglasses up onto the top of his head letting them get lost in his curls. “There will be more Christmas’. We both knew going into this that I would have to fly off sometimes.”

“She call you yet?” Brandon asked from his chair he found to sit down on.

Looking at his watch he took note of the time. You should be there by now and dropping his arm he reached into his pocket to grab his phone to turn it on. “I forgot to turn it on after we got off the plane.”

“I'm sure she left a message.” Lizzy said, rubbing his arm a bit.

Like magic the little notification popped up showing he had a voicemail. Smiling he pressed a few buttons and held the phone to his ear, the robot voice spoke for a few seconds before your voice started. He felt like he could breathe easier knowing that you were safe on the ground and heading to your moms. “She made it. I'll call her once we get into the rooms.”

“Alright guys and gals.” Curtis said as he came back to the band with a packet of key cards in his hand, he started to pass them out to the band while he explained what was happening. “Okay, tonight we have to be at the venue to check in and get settled, tomorrow you play at eight pm, and then the rest of the week is photoshoots, a few late night tv show spots, and interviews. Then home on Christmas Eve.”

‘One day too late to be at the party.’ Nodding, Eddie grabbed the key card Curtis held out for him and followed the group as they moved towards the elevators. With all the people and their luggage all trying to load into the small space a few of the band members had to take a separate elevator.

Coughing a little to clear his throat Jeff looked over at Eddie as he pushed the button for their floor. “I have an idea if you wanna hear it.”

“About what?” Eddie said, looking over at Jeff.

“The guys and I have been talking and we think that after the show and a few interviews you should go to Ithaca and be with Y/N for Christmas. You can cut out early on Friday night and be there for the party on Saturday. The guys and I can handle the rest of the interviews and the TV spots.”

“Curtis will be pissed.” Eddie chuckled a bit as he thought about it.

“We can handle Curtis.” Lizzy said, leaning her head on Eddie’s shoulder. “Plus, you do everything he asks, don’t feel bad about taking time for you.”

Biting his lip Eddie thought harder about the idea. He could do it. He’d have to look up times and spend a fortune to get there but he could do it… and seeing the look on your face would be worth the ungodly long flight and jet lag that he would be dealing with. Looking over at Jeff took a breath. “You sure it’s okay? If I just bail on you guys like that?”

“We want you too.” Jeff nodded as the elevator dinged on their floor. Looking over at Eddie he smiled. “This is your first Christmas with your girl. You should be there.”

Nodding a little the trio moved out of the small space and into the hallway of the hotel. Scratching at the back of his neck Eddie laughed a little. “Looks like I have some flights to book.”

Slapping him on the back Jeff smiled at him before he took Lizzy’s hand and together the two of them walked down the hallway towards their room. “See you later Munson.”

“Later.” Eddie smiled as he started down the other hallway towards his room.

You smiled as Joel pulled his truck to a stop in front of the house he shared with your mom. It was a cute two story colonial with a lot of history from what you were told. You loved it here. It looked like a home out of a fairy tale. The four bedroom home was so different then your dad’s grand house in Indianapolis, it was cozy, welcoming, and made you feel at ease. You couldn’t wait to get inside and see your mom.

“Home sweet home.” Joel smiled before he opened the car door and stepped out to grab your bags from the back of the truck. Looking at the street in front of the house he noticed a few cars sitting on the street. “Looks like your Aunt Lisa is here. Which means Jack and Annie are here. Jack’s been a little punk lately.”

“He’s like what? Fifteen now?” You ask as you follow suit and jump from the car, pulling your jacket closer around you and moving around to the side of the car to help Joel.

“Something like that yeah,” Your stepdad said as he passed you a bag.

With both bags now on the ground the two of you rolled the cases up the snow covered pathway to the porch, stepping to the side you let Joel open the door before you both entered the warm home. The fire burning in the fireplace keeps the cold at bay.

“Honey!” Joel chirped as he closed the door behind you. “We’re home!”

Sounds of excitement echoed from the kitchen as the sound of rushing feet brought your attention to your mom who ran into the room straight for you. “My girl!”

Laughing, you let her take you into her arms to squeeze as you hugged her back. “Hi Mama.”

“My girl! Oh how I missed you! Come in, come in.” She took a step back and looked around the living room. “Where's Eddie?”

“Work.” You smiled a bit. “He's sorry he can't make it.”

“Who's Eddie?” Your cousin Annie asked as she looked up from her game console.

“Y/N's boyfriend,” Your mom said, holding her hands out for your jacket. “He's a famous rockstar.”

A snort came from Jack who was lounging halfway off the recliner in the corner of the living room with a magazine in his hands. “Yeah right. A famous rockstar.”

“He is!” Your mom said defensively.

“It's fine mama.” You smiled at her handing her your jacket and scarf. “We don't have to prove anything to him. Let me help Joel take these upstairs and I'll be right down.”

“Don't worry about it. I got this. You go hang out, relax, have some coffee. These will be in your room.” Joel said, waving his hand at you as you went to grab one of the cases.

Rolling your eyes jokingly at Joel, who only chuckled at you as he started up the stairs, you let your mom drag you into the kitchen where your Aunt Lisa was pulling out some homemade chex mix from the oven.

“Y/N!” She exclaimed, placing the hot pan on a corkboard on the counter before she tossed the oven mitt off and held her arms out for you. “Give me a hug!”

“Hi Aunt Lisa!” Moving over you to her you wrapped your arms around her giving her a big hug. “I’ve missed you!”

“You look great!” She said as she moved back to get a good look at you.

“So do you! Where’s Uncle Tim?”

“He’s working. Last day before his holiday vacation.” Your Aunt said as she waved her hand in the air. “Aren’t you supposed to have some big rockstar with you?”

“He’s working too. The band got invited to play a concert for a popular radio station. Couldn’t pass it up.” You smiled with a shrug, you missed Eddie but you were so proud of him.

“Is that something we can watch on the TV?” Aunt Lisa asked as she moved back towards the counter to fiddle with the chex pan.

“No, I don’t think so.” Shaking your head you moved towards the counter leaning on the other side.

“That’s too bad. I would love to see what this guy looks like!” She winked, “Your mom says he’s a really eighties rocker. Got the hair and everything. What did you say his band was?”

“I think he’s hair metal?” Your mom says as she starts up a fresh pot of coffee.

“Thrash metal.” You corrected as you stole a still hot piece of the seasoned cereal popping it in your mouth. “Like Metallica.”

“Jack listens to them.” Aunt Lisa muttered. “Maybe he's heard of your boyfriend's band.”

“Probably,” You shrugged as you snuck a second piece. “They're pretty popular.”

“Those are for the party!” Your mom scolded, smacking you lightly with a towel she grabbed from the counter when she turned to see you chewing.

“Okay, okay..” You smiled cheekily at her before stealing a third piece.

“Y/N!”

The night came and went and the day of the concert was upon the band. They sat in the trailer the radio station had provided for them, Gareth tapped his drumsticks on his leg to keep his hands busy while the others made sure their guitars and Brandon’s bass were in tune. Curtis sat there with his palm pilot in his hands, fiddling with the stylus as he checked on the band's schedule for the next few days.

The sound of his ringing phone grabbed everyone's attention and Curtis put his phone to his ear. “Hey Allen! Give me one second.”

The band and the girls watched as he left the trailer and as soon as the door was closed Lizzy and Andrea turned towards Eddie. Andrea leaned forward to rest her arms on the back of his chair. “So did you buy those tickets?”

Smiling Eddie nodded his head a little, his hands still playing a few chords on this long loved Warlock. “Yeah. By this time next Friday I will be in the air to surprise my girl for Christmas.”

The girls squealed in joy for a moment before Andrea leaned over the back of the chair to hug him around his shoulders from behind. “Good! I would’ve killed you if you didn’t!”

Eddie chuckled as he placed his hand on Andrea’s arm giving it a few little pats. “Yeah, yeah.”

Curtis stuck his head back into the trailer after a few minutes. “You’re on deck guys.”

Excitement ran through Eddie's veins as the band stood from their spots and headed out towards the stage. It was always the same, no matter where they perform, no matter how long they’ve been doing it, the adrenaline high they got from being on stage was something that never faded.

All he had to do was get through this concert and a few interviews and he would be on his way to you.

That’s all he wanted.

You spoke to Eddie a little while after the show once he was back in his hotel room, he called you to tell you how awesome it was. He was tired, he always was after a show, he put so much of himself into performing that he was usually left exhausted for a few days but he was also really amped up. You could practically feel the energy coming off him through the phone.

“I wish you could have seen it baby! It was awesome!” Eddie gushed at you from over the phone as he flopped back onto the bed. “The crowd had so much energy, they made a mosh pit, there was almost a fight!”

“And you didn’t even want to play this concert,” You teased. You were laying on your bed with your Nokia to your ear as you cuddled up under your blankets wearing one of Eddie’s shirts that you stole for comfort.You had even spritzed it with his cologne when he wasn’t looking so it would smell like him.

“Yeah, I would still rather be with you but.. Shit it was fun babe.”

“I’m glad, baby.” Chuckling you stared up at the ceiling trying to imagine his post concert glow, hair frizzy, covered in sweat, and a smile so bright it could outshine the lights of Las Vegas. You heard him sigh, completely content.

“How was your day? I didn’t ask you that before I’m sorry.”

“No, no, you’re fine baby.” You giggled, brushing it off. “Compared to yours my day was pretty boring. Went last minute christmas shopping with mom, there’s this cute little cafe in town that I think you’d like actually.”

“I can’t wait to see it one day.” ‘Maybe next Sunday when I’m in town’ Eddie thought as he smiled to himself. An idea popped into his head as he placed his hand on his stomach, phone sex was always fun. “So not to sound like a total cliche.. But… what are you wearing?”

A smirk pulled on your lips as you looked down at your body, “Oh nothing special. Just one of your shirts and some flannel pants.”

“One of my shirts huh?”

“Mhm.”

“Is your door locked?”

“It can be.”

“Why don’t you be a good girl and go lock your door for me hmm? Then I want you to get back into bed and get comfy for me.”

“Yes, Sir.” You hummed as you removed yourself from your warm bed and towards your door, taking a moment to hear if anyone was up downstairs. Thankfully it sounded like everyone was asleep and once the lock was clicked into place you rushed back to your bed cuddling under the blankets again to keep the chill away. “All cozy now.”

“Good girl,” He praised in a sultry voice, still raspy from singing, and you felt heat start to fill your cheeks. You loved when he used that voice. “Now I am going to give you some instructions and you are going to listen to everything I say, sound good?”

“Yes, Sir,” You nodded even though you knew he couldn’t see you.

“Are you warm enough?”

“Yes, Sir.”

“Good. Here's what I want you to do. I want you to take your pants and panties off, spread your legs, and put your fingers on that pretty little pussy of yours. But you have to be quiet, not a single sound or your can't cum got it? Don’t need to wake everyone in the house.”

“Yes, Sir.” You breathe out as you follow his instructions, holding the phone between your ear and shoulder as you shimmy out of your sleep pants and undies, kicking them to the side as you spread your legs, holding in a little gasp when you place your fingers between your folds. You could feel how wet you were getting just from hearing him command you over the phone. It felt wrong doing this in your moms house but you couldn't find it in you to care at the moment. Maybe tomorrow you would be a little ashamed but not now.

For the next hour Eddie edged you both. You could hear him groaning, letting out little whimpers, and breathing heavily as he jerked himself off, stopping when he told you to stop so you both were on the same path towards that cliff's edge into complete euphoria.

He could hear your breathing over the phone, how hard you were working to be a good girl for him. At one point he even had you place your phone by your cunt so he could hear the sounds as you fingered yourself. He knew you were close, he knew you like the back of his hand by now, and he knew you wouldn't survive another edge. “You ready princess? Play with that pretty clit again. Slow circles. There we go. You can make a little noise, baby. Are you close?”

“Uh huh,” You muttered. You hated how wrecked you sounded compared to him. Besides his moaning he sounded perfectly normal.

“Uh huh," He mocked. “Brains are completely gone now. Countdown from five and you can cum.”

Your brain broke at his words and you don't know how you did it but you were able to count down between deep breaths and once that little word left his lips you knew you were gonna be a goner. “F-four… Five...”

“Cum.”

You did. You both did. You had to drop the phone to slap a hand over your mouth to keep in your loud whimpers as you finally fell over that edge, that twisted coil in your gut now completely unwound. All you could do was mutter ‘Thank you, thank you, thank you’ over and over again brainlessly as you heard him groan over the phone.

Slowly you moved your hand around the bed to find the phone that was lost in your blankets until you were able to grab it and bring it to your ear again. “Holy shit.”

Eddie laughed as he heard your voice pop back up. “Damn I’m good.”

“God I hoped no one heard that.” You laughed lightly through a sigh.

“I hope everyone heard that! Fuck should record that for the next album.” He laughed again when you scolded him.

After that night the days flew by with you wondering around town with your mom and getting your grandparents house ready for the party, while Eddie and the boys were being driven from place to place, photoshoots, interviews, TV spots and by the time Friday night rolled around he was exhausted as he packed the last remaining items into his bags so he could catch his redeye to Ithaca from Burbank.

As far as he knew Curtis still had no idea and he was ready to have his phone off until he got to Ithaca to give him enough time to come up with what to say to his manager. Zipping up his bag he threw it over his shoulder along with his guitar, did one last check of his room and headed out of the door.

Jeff was just about to knock when the door opened and he smiled at Eddie. “Ready to escape from LA?”

“Absofuckinlutely.” Eddie said with his own smile. “Get me out of here. I have a girl to see.”

“Curtis is in his room,” Jeff said as he walked with Eddie to the elevator. “Should be there all night, Lizzy is staying back and keeping an eye on him. She’s going to distract him if he starts to even look like he’s going to your room. We want to give you a good head start.”

“Thanks man,” Eddie said as the doors opened and they walked into it. “I owe you big time.”

“Don’t worry about it.” Jeff shrugged as the doors closed and he pressed the button for the lobby. “Maybe you and Y/N can help me and Lizzy run away for a while.”

The two men laughed as the small room descended, taking Eddie out to the lobby and into a waiting taxi. Jeff waved as he watched the car drive away.

The day of the family party was here and you had gotten up early that morning to bake a few batches of cookies for the event. Running on a cup of coffee and only a few hours of sleep it was a mad rush getting through the day as you went about making sure you had all the presents, treats, and other things for the party ready to pack into Joel's truck to take over to your grandparents home.

Throughout the day your family trickled into the small home until the building was so full you could barely find a place to sit. Drinks of all kinds were flowing and the place smelled delicious with all the food your grandmother, mom, and Aunts were cooking up in the kitchen. You took it upon yourself to organize the tables full of treats and other pre-dinner snacks.

You were pleasantly surprised that not one of your family members mentioned the whole mess with your dad. It was nice to just forget about it. Soon the sun started to set and the stars peaked out through the clouds. You had tried to call Eddie a few times but all you got was voicemail. Looking at the clock you sighed as you pulled your phone out to call again but one of your Uncles came over to give you a hug.

“Hey Kiddo!” He said as he ruffled your hair a bit. “How’ve you been? Still baking?”

“Hey!” You smiled as you pushed your phone back into your pocket. “Yeah, I'm still baking! Got a little shop and everything. I made those cookies you like!”

“You spoil me!” He smiled as he took a few from the plate.

You were about to make a quip back when your phone started to ring in your pocket. Pulling it out of your pocket you smiled when Eddie’s name was flashing on the screen. “Excuse me.”

Moving away from your Uncle you pressed answer and put the phone to your ear. “I have been trying to get a hold of you all day!”

“I saw. I’m sorry baby something came up and I had to turn my phone off.” Eddie said as he pulled his rental into an open spot miraculously in front of your grandparents home. He looked through the passenger window at the crowded living room through the front window. He had to admit he was a little nervous but he shook it off. He wasn’t here for them, he was here for you. Popping open the driver door he stepped out and moved around it to lean on the passenger side one hand in the pocket of his leather jacket. “Can you do me a favor, sweetheart?”

“What?” You asked as you smiled at one of your little cousins who ran by you.

“Can you go to the front yard and just look at the stars for me? I bet it’s beautiful outside.” Slowly he started to walk up the sidewalk to the front door of the home.

“Outside?” You laughed, moving from your spot in the kitchen to grab your jacket from the closet. Slowly pulling on your coat, you waved your mom’s curious look away, as you head towards the front door. Pulling it open you stepped out of the house and stopped as you stared in shock at Eddie who was standing just three steps away from the porch with his phone to his ear. Dropping your phone you squeal and rush from the home watching as he moves forward to catch you when you practically jump from over the steps. “What are you doing here?!”

“I wanted to spend our first Christmas together.” He said as he wrapped his arms around you. Pressing the disconnect button on his phone before he pulled you in for a kiss. Leaning his forehead against yours when you both pulled back.

“But the band…” You asked, your breath leaving you in little puffs. “All your interviews…”

“Coming here was their idea. Curtis is pissed but I will deal with that later.” He smiled back at you.

“You flew all the way over here just to be with me for Christmas?”

“Baby, I would fly across the world to be with you on a random Tuesday.” He smiled.

You moved back a little so you could fully see him, the cold was making the tip of his nose a little red and snow was starting to collect in his hair. “How did you even know how to get here?”

“Joel.” Eddie shrugged a little.

Shaking your head you laugh a little as you pull him back in for a kiss. Mumbling an ‘I love you’ against his lips.

“I love you too.” He smiled and kissed you a few more times.

A few wolf whistles and catcalls got your attention and when you both looked towards the front door you laughed as your entire family was standing there watching you, heat flaring in your cheeks as you buried your face into Eddie’s chest. Jack looked particularly shocked when he recognized Eddie.

Laughing, your mom pushed his shoulder a little. “I told you he was famous!”

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✨2023: A Summary✨

Post your most popular and/or favourite edit/gifset/analysis for each month (it’s okay to skip months!)

I was tagged by:

@colourme-feral (here);

@lurkingshan (here);

@dribs-and-drabbles (here);

@ranchthoughts (here);

@chickenstrangers (here).

Thanks for tagging me, sweeties! 🥰 Hope the new year is treating you well. 😍

Apologies for being a bit late with this, but after I got back from my 2023 year-end break there was a ton of stuff to attend to, with deadlines suddenly looming much closer than they had seemed looking through eggnog goggles. 👀

But anyway I have a bit of time before the next deadline, so I'm going to use this window to try and summarize my 2023 on Tumblr. 😁 (Some of the posts referenced below may not fall into the definition of "edit/gifset/analysis" but that's just me being honest: my output on Tumblr is definitely a bit of a mixed bag! 🤣)

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✨JANUARY 2023✨

MOST POPULAR POST – A meme summarizing Greta Thunberg's epic takedown of toxic masculizard Andrew Tate, with the help of Jerry's Pizza boxes, Elon unbanning Andrew on Twitter, and the domino effect:

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FAVORITE POST – Of course it's something to do with Bad Buddy. 🤣 I posted about my experience viewing Bad Buddy's corner at the GMMTV Exhibition in Osaka, with photos and write‑ups about actual wardrobe and props that appeared in BBS (especially Baseball Mom and the Ep.12 memory board! 🤩):

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✨FEBRUARY 2023✨

MOST POPULAR POST – A write-up about Jim and Li Ming's confrontation in Moonlight Chicken. More than just a teen-versus-(surrogate)-parent argument, the scene was also an insight into elder/junior dynamics and the importance of self-control in Thai culture:

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FAVORITE POST – Oh don't make me choose between my kids! It's a toss-up: the more popular one is a Bad Buddy post about the pause before PatPran's second kiss on the rooftop in BBS Ep.5 (yes, THE Kiss™):

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But also sharing the Feb 2023 favorite spot in my heart is a post about GMMTV producer/director cameos (in My School President and other series) and what they might mean beyond the show:

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✨MARCH 2023✨

MOST POPULAR POST – This was written after Michelle Yeoh won a SAG Award for Best Actress and was nominated for an Oscar in the same category. I thought most of her newer fans wouldn't be aware of Tan Sri Dato' Seri Michelle's death-defying stuntwork (I'm really not exaggerating here) during her earlier years as an action hero in 80s and 90s Hong Kong moviedom, so I wrote a piece about it:

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If you've not watched the video linked therein yet, you should. And then carefully pick your jaw up off the floor (as I had to, the first time I watched this). Not to give too much away, but it involves Michelle riding a motorbike helmetless atop a rickety Malaysian train carriage with no safety measures at all. 👀

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FAVORITE POST – My favorite post for March 2023 is about the characters' names in Moonlight Chicken, and it's so long I had to break it into two parts. (Whenever it's an Aof show, you can usually expect the characters' names to carry some significance, as was the case with Last Twilight and Bad Buddy too.) So Part 1 of the Moonlight Chicken post is about the names in general, what they mean for their characters and any relevance they might have for the narrative:

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And Part 2 of my favorite post for March 2023 is about Wen's name, with a detour into political color symbolism in Moonlight Chicken:

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✨APRIL 2023✨

MOST POPULAR POST AND FAVORITE POST – It's the same post doing double duty, about the prevalence of the chue len Korn as a character name in Thai dramas:

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There aren't that many actors named Korn, so I found it quite befuddling that so many characters would have that name, but there you go. And "Korn Kob" Songsit Rungnopakunsi was ultimately crowned king of the Korn harvest: 😂

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✨MAY 2023✨

MOST POPULAR POST – Our Skyy 2 x My School President's red-hot comment on Thai politics, with Principal Ratchanee (Gun's mom) announcing a subversion of the election process:

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FAVORITE POST – My favorite post in May 2023 was a look at linguistic wordplay on some t-shirts in Moonlight Chicken, touching on the themes of generational change, eggplants, etymology and cute little weiners:

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✨JUNE 2023✨

Well! Our Skyy 2 dropped its Bad Buddy episodes beginning 31 May 2023, so June 2023 was dominated by BBS for me. 😍

MOST POPULAR POST – A (sort-of) review and analysis of the Our Skyy 2 x Bad Buddy x A Tale of Thousand Stars episodes:

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FAVORITE POST – Do I really have to choose? Top of my own list is the most popular post above, but I'm going to list another one that was just a Phupha-whisker away in second place, and it's the OS2 x BBS filming locations:

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I love research and analysis, and tracking down the Bad Buddy filming locations was especially fulfilling because it combined the opportunity for me to exercise my bloodhound instincts and also find out more about this show that I love so much. (The locations were not very well-credited in the original BBS, unlike later GMMTV offerings, so it was very satisfying hunting down mystery BBS locales based almost solely on visual clues.) I've got almost the whole list of BBS locations now, although I've yet to post the last few (which are minor locations only).

So I'm very proud of the work I've done on identifying the BBS filming locations – and also a little alarmed at how powerful Google plus a bit of logical deduction can be.

Stay safe on the Internet people! Don't ever reveal too much private information about yourself, because my time doing this and other location posts has shown me that online info can all be tracked down and consolidated to identify what might have seemed to be pretty well-hidden at the start. Which bodes ominously for privacy and safety, online or off. 👀

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✨JULY 2023✨

MOST POPULAR POST – A write-up about Bad Buddy's Nong Nao, Pat's beloved comfort object. But in the unraveling of Nong Nao's significance to BBS (and this was surprising to me too) we got further insight into Pat's character as well:

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FAVORITE POST – OK, so the Nong Nao post above is quite my favorite for July 2023, but it also shares that spot atop my list of faves with this reply to a Bad Buddy Ask from @pandasmagorica about Pat and Pran's emotionally-laden verbal zingers on the Ep.5 rooftop, before they took that step forward beyond the point of no return and fell into The Kiss™:

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It's not just about how well the dialogue was written, or how well Ohm and Nanon brought the scene to life. Part of why this post is special to me is because the scene demonstrates how well-crafted BBS actually is, with an underlying logic and consistency that holds up no matter how hard you prod and poke at it (which, for the record, wasn't quite the case for OS2 x BBS). When you can analyze the characters, their actions and reactions in-depth as though they are real people with real motivations, and no inauthenticity shows through, you know there's been a whole lot of deep-rooted work sunk into it. I'm still in awe of what Khun Noppharnach has wrought. 👀

But there's another reason why this post is also one of my faves, and it's rather more personal.

It's because this Ask is the first one where @pandasmagorica lifted the Anon veil to use his own Tumblr name. And that was when I felt I'd made a new friend right here on Tumblr. 😍 I'm actually quite reticent in real-life, so I don't make friends easily – but I do treasure the friendships I have once made (even though I can be pretty bad at staying in touch; doesn't mean the feelings aren't there still – far from it). I'd learnt to recognize @pandasmagorica's voice even when his Asks were anonymous, and this particular Ask made my heart swell with happiness. So even though we haven't communicated directly in some time, dear @pandasmagorica, please know that you're still a treasured friend to me! 💖

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✨AUGUST 2023✨

MOST POPULAR POST – This was a bit of throwaway fluff, an assembling of images pointing out the visual similarity between a promotional poster for Only Friends (on the same day as the show's debut, which was 12 August 2023) and a poster for the iconic 1990s sitcom Friends:

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Image posts and zingy hot takes always garner likes and reblogs so much more easily than long, thought-driven essays on Tumblr, especially when they ride on a wave of hype (as this one did, on the absolute tsunami welling for Only Friends). Doesn't mean the post or the series are really anything of substance though! 😂

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FAVORITE POST – I have more than one in August 2023, and they were momentous for me. 🤩 The first is my analysis (loving, yet incontrovertibly loopy to the point of near-lunacy) explaining my finding why Director Aof put the incongruous Baseball Mom t-shirt on Pat in Bad Buddy Episode 5. If you've not read the explanation yet, the answer will surprise you:

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There's also a Part 2, because as usual I had so much to say, and this second part explains why PatPran's Ep.7 rooftop encounter is also a parallel with (and counterbalance for) the Epic Rooftop Kiss in Ep.5.

Anyway, my other favorite post for August 2023 is also dear to me because it points out some very clever visual rhetoric in Be My Favorite that was carefully woven into a particular scene, taking up the clarion call for marriage equality in Thailand:

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Screenwriter/director Waa Waasuthep Ketpetch really piled on the magic into this one scene. It was fun to pick it apart and look at all the different elements, within what was otherwise an only somewhat complex and not too challenging series (that still managed to be highly entertaining nonetheless). 😍

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✨SEPTEMBER 2023✨

My MOST POPULAR POST and my FAVORITE POST are one and the same, which was an apology to any legitimate Tumblr user I might have blocked (as were facing yet another onslaught of porn bots with believable names suddenly following our Tumblr blogs):

(above) Post linked here

I then got a few snarky comments (from people whose names I didn't recognize) letting me know that people whom I've blocked can't read the post. 😮

But that's not exactly true (this is Tumblr after all). 🤣

I've since found out that if you've been blocked, you can still view the blog that blocked you, as long as you read it in blog view but not dashboard view.

If you've been blocked, here are some salient points to know:

You can't search for that blog on Tumblr (but Tumblr's search function is pretty much rubbish anyway, and you can still find the blog with a Google search).

If you know the name of the blog, then typing the URL (in the address bar) using blog view format (as opposed to dashboard view format) will still bring you there. For the difference between blog view and dashboard view (using my own Tumblr as an example) – typing telomeke.tumblr.com into the address bar will take you to my Tumblr in blog view, while typing tumblr.com/telomeke into the address bar will open my blog in dashboard view. You can still view my Archive (if I haven't hidden it) and read my posts, even if I've blocked you.

This one should be obvious – you can't like, comment on or reblog any of a blog's posts if that blog has blocked you. You can't DM that blog either. You can send Asks, but they will not be received. And that's part of the delicious irony that Tumblr bestows if you block any hater troll from your blog – you can continue posting everything that set them off in the first place, and they will still be able to see it, but they can no longer send any negativity your way. (You can also troll them back with impunity, but why waste precious time and energy like that? You won't know if they've seen your trolling, just that they can. 🤷‍♂️)

Asking to be unblocked is a bit trickier if you've been mistaken for a bot and inadvertently blocked. You'll need to ask a friend with a Tumblr account to request the unblocking on your behalf, or you'll need to set up a new Tumblr account just to send in this new Ask/message.

Anyway, the point of my post above was to let newbies know how important it is to humanize your blog, so as not to be mistaken for a bot and blocked – it would be especially rueful if the blog that blocked you (thinking you were a bot) was one you followed because you liked the content in there!

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✨OCTOBER 2023✨

MOST POPULAR POST – This was a jokey review of/(slash)/reaction to the newly-released Red Peafowl trailer:

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FAVORITE POST – @pandasmagorica sent me an Ask about PatPran's sex life in Bad Buddy, and this was a fun look at the physical side of their love (that they, and Director Aof, kept mostly hidden from view):

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Because BBS is extremely self-referential, part of me now thinks they kept so much of PatPran's sex life under wraps in order to squeak by the ratings – this is what the cookout scene with Junior in Ep.11 seems to be telling us, IMO.

And they succeeded in getting a 13+ age rating, allowing Bad Buddy's message about LGBTQ+ positivity and growing into your authentic queer self to reach exactly the audience demographic that needs it (and of course even beyond them too 😊).

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✨NOVEMBER 2023✨

MOST POPULAR POST – This was a look at the meanings of Mhok and Day's names in Last Twilight:

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FAVORITE POST – I'm cackling with fairy godfather glee because I got to inflict the warm fuzzies on people in the Bad Buddy fandom, by helping them relive their first time watching The Epic Rooftop Kiss in BBS Ep.5 (on the two-year anniversary of that event).

YouTuber "Chib" had put together an absolutely genius montage of a myriad reaction videos to The Kiss™, and my post was simply a link to it. But the ensemble of gasps and outpouring of unbridled emotion onscreen had so vividly brought back memories of my own first time watching PatPran's rooftop moment that I just knew I had to share it. I think Bad Buddy fans who watch the video will absolutely see themselves in it:

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✨DECEMBER 2023✨

MOST POPULAR POST – The Sign really happened in a big way when December 2023 came around, and my most popular post is testament to that. I wrote about the naga and garuda mythology underpinning the narrative (hat tip to @respectthepetty for getting the ball rolling 👍) and the subject seems to have resonated with a lot of viewers because the post is still getting notes a month later:

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But the post above really should be read in tandem with others that followed, because the series is really going all in with the naga and garuda, and there's lots to take away if you're a culture and linguistics fiend like I am. Additional info linked below: 🤩

Evil jellyfish (Tharn's pet name for Phaya, a mistranslation of the Thai แมงกะพรุนไฟ that actually means fire jellyfish, which is a nod at the flames of the garuda);

Nong Khai, naga fireballs and the dance of adversaries;

More naga and garuda references in Ep.4 (although the storytelling had become a bit muddled by then).

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The props, lighting and wardrobe are also playing their part to add to the visual feast of naga and garuda references. I may post more about these if I can find the time. 🤩

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FAVORITE POST – All the above (Signposts? 😂) are dear to me. But tying with them for top spot on my favorites list at the end of 2023 is this one, a tongue-in-cheek look at QL objects of carnal affection:

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Not meant to be taken seriously (and maybe I shouldn't have been focusing on the actors themselves instead of the characters they play) but it's all in the name of good fun. 🤣

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And that's a wrap! 🥳

Dunno who to tag next because I'm so late with this, and I think everyone will have already played by now. So I'm just going to tag creators at random (excluding those already tagged above) – if you've already done your post, please send me a link because I'd love to read (and re-read) what you've done!

@waitmyturtles

@grapejuicegay

@neuroticbookworm

@airenyah

@absolutebl

@williamrikers

@wen-kexing-apologist

@respectthepetty

@pandasmagorica

@recentadultburnout

@visualtaehyun

@inventedfangirling

@dimplesandfierceeyes

@bengiyo

@befuddledcinnamonroll

@btwinlines

@twig-tea

@blmpff

@hereforlou

@solitaryandwandering

@brazilian-whalien52

@hughungrybear

@callipigio

@dudeyuri

@kattahj

@jemmo

@non-binarypal7

@lovelyghostv

@isaksbestpillow

@shortpplfedup

@rythyme

@squeakygeeky

@starryalpacasstuff

Apologies if I've missed anyone out – if I've ever liked and/or reblogged a post of yours, please know that you're special to me too and do feel free to play along. (And do tag me please, so I can read your post! 😍)

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P.S. This site (JetBlackCode) is super-helpful in searching for and filtering your posts: 👍

#tag game #2023: a summary #YouTube

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Christmas Tag Game!

It's Festivus for the rest of us so grab your Chanukah bush, your mistletoe, your pagan ritual or whatever brings you joy and come gather round the fire and celebrate your pocket friends.

Tagged by @blood-mocha-latte, @panzershrike-pretz I think that was everyone. Whoops

Favourite nickname you’ve ever been given?

I get called Floss cause my hair looks like candy floss. It was also my camp name when I worked at an American camp, it was good times.

Where are you located?

NZ!!!

What season is it where you are now?

Summer and omg it is fucking roasting!

Favourite tradition this time of year?

Putting up the Christmas tree, one year my brother did it and built it upside down somehow, don't ask me how, I was just as confused as you.

Favourite holiday food?

All of the summer fruit coming into season. Let me get my hands on some cherries and strawberries

Mulled wine, eggnog or hot apple cider?

A couple of years ago I made eggnog for my American neighbours. I feel like it tasted pretty good, but it was homemade by me, so who knows if it tasted right. They did say it tasted very good!

Turkey, ham or nut roast (Or Tofurkey?)?

Got to have the classic glazed ham!

Would you rather spend the december holidays in: a cabin in the woods surrounded by snow, or a house on the beach with sun and sand?

Well the latter since that is what I do every Christmas. But I would love to have at least one white Christmas, just to have the experience.

are you pro-snow or anti-snow?

PRO SNOW, LET IT SNOW BABY. (it won't here but one can dream)

have you ever built a snowman?

No, I'm very sad about that fact.

Skiing or snowboarding?

Ah neither, I have some stories about the one time I went on a ski trip with my school. Turns out that in fact that I am not intermediate after one ski lesson.

Do you decorate for the holidays?

I let everyone else do it cause it's so hot, but I love to watch and comment, sure they love that.

Favourite holiday movie?

The Grinch! Dinner with myself, I just can't cancel that again.

Favourite holiday fanfic?

There are? Give me them please!

If you were to star in a hallmark movie, who would be your love interest?

Scott Grimes! I mean look at him! We would have the best movie ever!

No preesure tags: (i have no idea who has been tagged or not sorry!)

@next-autopsy, @venus-haze, @mutantmanifesto, @georgieluz, @footprintsinthesxnd, @sweetxvanixlla, @xxluckystrike, @aud-of-silver-lake, @b00ks1ut, @jump-wings, @lenabob, @liptonsbabe, @liptonwashere, @ronsparky, @ronald-speirs

#christmas time #tag game #happy holidays #the grinch #donald malarkey

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chihirolovebot · 1 year

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mistletoe.

featuring. shuichi saihara x reader

word count. 2.1k

synopsis. you host a christmas party for your classmates, and finally pluck up the courage to confess to shuichi (with the help of alcohol and a conveniently-placed plant)

content. drinking (reader and shuichi both drink), eggnog and shots, kissing, confessions, hope's peak au, gender-neutral reader, mild pining, fluff, safe for work, reader is a little drunk and shuichi is tipsy, mild sexual jokes (miu), pet names (pretty boy), cursing, getting together, kissing under the mistletoe, background kiibouruma and harumatsu.

ficmas masterlist.

It's been building for a while, you think.

Shuichi is lovely. He's kind, and quiet, and endlessly thoughtful in a way that prevails through his nervousness. And he is nervous, pretty constantly on-edge, has been since you started at Hope's Peak a year ago. You've built a relationship around it though, something that's been teetering between friendship and some other, like Other with a capital 'O', a great big warm something like being enveloped in a soft blanket.

It's just pretty hard to get a read on him, sometimes. Sure, he goes red when he sees you and smiles a lot and stammers over his words, but that's hardly saying much. He gets flushed and nervous around everyone. Kaede insists that he likes you, but you're unsure, and you're not willing to waste your friendship on a hunch.

But... it's Christmas, and maybe that has something to do with it. With December passing by the world tilts into a shimmering haze of sparkly lights and tinsel and ice; you're just a little out of touch with reality, and the alcoholic eggnog is not helping. You're fuzzy, warm, floating a little out of your fuzzy socks and boots as the party breathes around you, a cacophony of revolving bodies dressed in scarlet and green and white, Christmas music blaring in the foreground, the apartment alight with festive lights.

You feel dreamlike, like your head's unscrewing, like there's a sparkly filter in front of your eyes and everything is hazy and sweet.

You love your classmates.

Kokichi, Kiibo and Miu slump on the three-seater sofa, heads leant upon each others' shoulders. Miu was drunk, Kokichi and Kiibo decidedly sober, but they indulge her anyway as she rants and rambles. Kaede has got Maki in a corner, chatting animatedly; Kaito, Rantaro and Kiyo sit in a circle playing some sort of intricate card game that leaves a frustrated Kaito taking many shots; Tsumugi and Gonta have scuttled off to the kitchen, sitting upon the countertops and deep in conversation. It's good. Your party is good.

The only thing missing is—

"Ah, here you are..."

His voice floats past you, sweet and quiet, and you turn and he's there, cherubic, lovely, he's even swapped out his usual dark, brooding cap for a lopsided Santa hat that droops around his upturned eyebrows. It matches the pleased flush on his cheeks, his deep dark eyes glimmering with the reflection of all the decorative lights.

Your body feels light enough to float, the world whirling and shimmering around you, fading to nothing as Shuichi comes into hyperfocus, and you sling your arm around his shoulder. Suddenly your lips are by his ear and you're giggling, "Sweeetchi!" against his skin.

He squirms, laughing nervously, his hands finding home gently on your upper arms to steady you. The heat of his steady hands seeps through your clothes. "Are, ah... a-are you drunk?"

"Just a little," you mumble, unable to stop smiling. "'M allowed to be, though! No school tomorrow. And 's my party!"

"I—I wasn't chastising you, or anything," Shuichi hastens to clarify, eyes widening. "It's... perfectly within your right. And the, uh, the party looks great. You did a great job."

"Wasn't great without you here," you beam, delighting as he only turns redder and hides his face in his sleeve. "You wanna... you wanna drink? Pretty boy?"

"Pr..." Shuichi gapes like a fish out of water; the soft apples of his cheeks match the scarlet of his drooping Santa hat. "Wha, um, you—?"

"Drink!" You take his sleeve and tug him over to the table laden with drinks. A lot of the eggnog has gone but there's a couple of frosted glasses left, as well as backup bottles of spirits and chasers. A collection of stained-glass shotglasses has piled up on the side, mostly courtesy of Miu, Kaito and Kaede, but you know Shuichi has a sweet tooth and probably wouldn't be fond of any of the flavoured vodka, or tequila or anything else on offer. So it's eggnog, lukewarm and sweet with only an aftertang of brandy.

"Thank you," Shuichi smiles, holding the glass up nervously. "Eggnog?"

"Homemade, baby," you flash a grin, endeared as he blinks rapidly and ducks his head to take a deep drink in his fluster. He drains half the glass in a few anxious sips, wiping his mouth absently with the back of his hand afterwards. Sweet creamy froth streaks a line down the pale skin.

"Shot," you announce, staggering over to the table and fumbling for a glass. "'M doing a shot. Want one?"

"Oh... I'm not sure," Shuichi stammers. "I don't really like..."

"Just tip your head back and breathe in," you advise, pouring vanilla vodka clumsily into two pink shotglasses. "You can't even taste it."

You both clink your glasses together and down the liquid; it burns going down but it's sweet, and even though Shuichi coughs a little and rubs his chest you can tell he doesn't hate it. He drains his eggnog mug and you can see a film slide over his eyes, a sort of dreamy distance. He's always been a lightweight because he drinks once in a blue moon and rarely eats enough to sustain himself. He giggles as he sets the glass down.

"C'mon, okay—" You grab at him, clumsy hands missing, sliding over his shirt (god, he'd shed his jacket and tie and unbuttoned two buttons at his throat and jesus he'd rolled up his sleeves, the pale jut of his elbows poking out) before managing to get a grip on his hand and pulling him back towards the parlour room. "Let's go... say hi to people! People wanna see you!"

"Th-they do?" Shuichi says, bewildered and a little hazy as you drag him through the door; the lights recede into soft, burnished gold and red fairylights on the walls and Christmas tree and the music envelopes you both.

"'Course!" you exclaim happily. "Eeeeveryone loves you, Sweetchi. 'Specially me."

He trips over his own feet. "Wh—wha—?!"

"Kaedeeee!" you trill, staggering into the blonde with a crash and a smile. Maki edges away, looking put out as Kaede cheers and throws her arms first around you, then Shuichi, kissing his cheek frantically as they pull back.

"You came! I'm so glad!" she grins. "Are you drunk, mister detective?"

"N-no!" Shuichi says defensively, swaying a little on his feet. "I'm not... tell her, Y/n."

"Mister detective's on his night off," you wink, and Shuichi groans and buries his face in his hands as Kaede giggles feverishly.

"Well, you two have fun! I'm not leaving 'till later, so you can come find me if you need me, okay?" Kaede smiles; she pats Shuichi on the head again before you're tugging him over to a new group of people.

You make the rounds of the room slowly. Halfway through he lets you pass him another eggnog and by the time you go back to the kitchen he's stumbling like a baby deer, clinging onto the back of your shirt with fumbling fingers. When you get to the table and stop he crashes into your back, sending you stumbling forwards with a laugh.

He rights himself frantically, trying to pull you upright. "S-sorry! Sorry, sorry, I didn't mean, sorry..."

He's bright and flushed with earnestness. He's adorable.

"'S okay, Sweetchi," you mumble, turning around to pat his face. He's tipsy and sleepy enough to simply sigh and melt into the touch, his eyes big and starry as they watch you. You feel so close, the music melting out of focus, all you can hear is your heartbeat and all you can feel and see and touch is Shuichi, Shuichi, Shuichi.

"I," he whispers, his lips tracing against the skin of your palm. "I was... really happy you invited me."

"'Course," you say emphatically. "'Course I did. You're... I love you, Shuichi. 'Course I invited you."

"You love me?" he breathes, eyes round as coins. He's flushed to the roots of his hair, so lovely it hurts.

"Love you," you affirm in a slur, in a flutter of lidded eyes, but it doesn't mean that you mean it any less. "Sh-Shuichi, I..."

"Get a fuckin' room, lovebirds!" A screech cuts through the quiet kitchen; Miu slumps in the doorway, Kiibo and Kokichi hovering behind her. She marches up to the table and swipes a bottle of wine. "I'm ffffuckin' takin' this, you virgin losers. Clearly you don't need any kinda aphrodisiac enhancer here, ah-hahaha!"

"I'll take that." Kiibo gently pries the bottle from Miu's hands, even as she groans and complains. "Ah, sorry about her. We're going to get her home and to bed, I think."

"Kiiiinky," Miu sings, cackling, then slumps sideways. Kokichi catches her easily with an arm under her own, hoists her to her feet, and cringes.

"You stink," he sighs. "I mean, this is a new level of gross. Did you bathe in pickles and oil, you silly cow?"

"C-cow!" Miu's crystalline eyes flood with tears. "H-how mean... do it again!"

"Sorry," Kiibo apologises again. "Thank you very much for having us, Y/n, it's been great. We'll see you after Christmas break."

"Get back safe," you tell him, affording him a quick hug. You peck Miu on the cheek and ruffle Kokichi's hair as he squirms and ducks.

"Pervert," he mutters with no real bite. As he and Kiibo haul Miu from the kitchen, he turns around with a glint in his eyes, smirks, and tells you, "Oh, by the way... definitely don't look up right now."

You frown, and then do exactly that.

Mistletoe bears down at you, twinkling, innocent, deadly. You gape, and Shuichi sputters, going violently red.

"I don't... I mean," he stammers. "We, I mean, we don't have t-to..."

You cock your head. Your heart thrums against your ribcage, pumping syrup through your body and head and you can see clearly but at the same time it's shrouded. A small part of you protests, thinks, don't fuck this up. He's too special. Don't don't dont...

"D'you want to?" asks your traitorous mouth, and the world stops spinning.

"W-want..." He looks torn, agonised, almost, but he's red and lovely and red so you don't pull away you just have to get closer, 'till you can smell the eggnog and vanilla vodka on his breath, and it feels like holding your whole friendship on a precipice of a cliff but you're done being selfless. You just want to take for once. "I... Y/n, I..."

"I want to," you mumble, and brush your thumb against his lip. The alcohol takes most of the feeling from your fingertips, but you can watch him go cross-eyed trying to follow your touch, watch the pink on his cheeks get redder.

"I—I do," Shuichi whispers, barely there, breath brushing against your finger. "When you said... you loved me, did you mean, or, I mean—"

"I love you," you murmur, so close that your lips touch his when you talk. His body melts into you, hands drifting up to close over your upper arms. "Is that okay?"

He nods frantically, eyes wide and earnest. "It's okay," he babbles, "I mean, it's more, it's good, because I—I think I love you too but I couldn't, I mean I couldn't say it but you're amazing, and you saved my life I think and I just, I love you so much and I didn't want to ruin it, but I just—"

You lean down; your lips capture his in a slow cling, soft and fleeting and it's the first thing since the first drop of alcohol touched your lips tonight that's felt real. You smell standard cologne and coconut body wash and ink, and his soft fingers clench over your arm for a fraction of a second until he relaxes, melting into you, sinking into the embrace. You pull back, kiss him again, and again, and then you tilt your head just a little so you can push deeper, tasting the remnants of his drink on his lower lip.

It lasts forever or maybe a second. When you pull back the clock has ticked to a minute past midnight, which means it is technically the next day and Shuichi is still in your arms trembling and breathing fast and smiling like a giddy boy, which means this is real and not a dream.

"I'm," Shuichi hiccups, and shuts his eyes with a bashful smile. "I really am glad you invited me."

You smile. "I'm glad I invited you too," you say, and the mistletoe stays up for a month or so after that because you can't quite bring yourself to take it down.

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ladamedusoif · 5 months

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Fuzzy socks (Joel Miller)

A Merry Fic-Mas - December 9

Characters: Joel Miller, Ellie Williams. References to Stargazer F!Reader from Starry Night.

Warnings: None; set in Jackson post-events of part one/S1; references to Christmas but secular; some swearing because Ellie

Summary: The best gifts are homemade.

Word count: 893

Part of A Merry Fic-Mas: A Holiday Fic Calendar - click for masterlist.

Follow @ladameecrit for my writing updates!

With thanks to @agentjackdaniels for inspiration for Joel’s gift, and to @sin-djarin for their beautiful little story and post about Joel making footprints in flour for Sarah, which inspired his memories.

For a long time Joel just didn’t think about the holidays. It was easy not to, living the life he did for all those years. They were best ignored when you were surviving on raids and scavenging missions, or just trying to make it through another day at the QZ.

Jackson forced him to think about the season again, with its illuminated tree and programme of community festivities marking the winter holidays. Ellie’s excitement was both a useful distraction and a painful reminder of an absence that could never be wholly filled.

He insisted he didn’t want gifts, that first year, but he did call to your door the day before Christmas Eve, somewhat sheepish and asking for help in getting something for Ellie.

“She deserves a gift on Christmas morning,” he’d explained. You gave him an old set of maps of the heavens - you’d manage with your atlas, knowing the night sky over Jackson well enough by now.

“She’ll know what to do, but send her my way if she’s got any questions.”

He held the maps in his gloved hands and thanked you quietly, a smile on his face but eyes shining with tears.

This year, Joel has carved and painted a little wooden sheep as his gift. The wooden base is painted to resemble the surface of the moon, and the sheep’s woolly coat is dotted with tiny painted stars.

He wraps it in faded green tissue paper and places it by the fireplace in the living room before going to bed on Christmas Eve. Ellie was way beyond believing in strange men climbing down chimneys, but it just seemed like the right place to leave a gift.

When sleep finds him, he dreams of happier holidays, of flour scattered on the floor and boot patterns stomped through, of laughter, of stockings and eggnog and old movies watched together on the couch.

Ellie’s knock rouses him the next morning. “Merry fuckin’ Christmas, Joel!”

He sits up and hears her thudding down the stairs, reaching for his jeans and his shirt and sweater before dressing and coming down to join her.

She’s already sitting on the sofa holding the little green-wrapped gift from him, positively bouncing with anticipation. There’s a strange, unfamiliar look in her eyes, and Joel worries what she’s got in store.

“You can open your gift, Ellie.”

She shakes her head. “You gotta open yours, too.”

Joel quirks his eyebrows in surprise. “Mine? But I don’t want any gifts. Said it last year, didn’t I?”

Ellie shrugs, turning her gift over in her hands. “You don’t want it, I’ll take it. Just open it, will ya?”

He looks down at the fireplace where a small brown paper package is tied up with string and his name inscribed on it. He takes it and sits beside her on the couch.

“You first.”

Ellie rolls her eyes and opens her gift, falling around the place laughing when she realises what it is. “A fuckin’ sheep in a sheep farm on the moon? This is awesome!”

Joel smiles, enjoying how something so small can make her so happy. Ellie nods at the parcel in his hands and he notes that she seems a little nervous, now.

“Your turn.”

The parcel is soft, pliable. When he carefully undoes the string and folds back the paper, he is astonished at its contents.

A pair of fuzzy, woollen socks, evidently hand knitted, and made up of multicoloured stripes of yarn. Joel runs his thick fingers over the soft material and turns to her.

“Where’d you get these?”

Ellie shrugs. “Made ‘em.”

He can’t hide his astonishment. “You made ’em? You made me socks? You?”

She looks indignant. “Yeah, me! Fuckin’ rude.”

Joel turns the socks over. They’re a little rough and ready in their construction, but warmer than anything he’s had in years. And he cannot quite believe that Ellie made these.

For a moment the image of Ellie, knitting needles in hand, threatens to make him laugh. He restrains himself.

“But…how?”

She shrugs and mentions your name. “A while back I was over at her house lookin’ at the sky and I said I wanted to make you something. And we talked and I said you were always wearin’ two pairs of socks cos yours are all fucked up, and she said could I knit, and I said no because what fuckin’ good is that, and she said it was a lot of good and -”

Joel chuckles. “But where’d you get the yarn?”

“Here and there. She gave me some, got some from Maria, couple of people around town. That’s why they’re all weird colours and shit.”

“They’re perfect, El. And she taught you how to do this?”

Ellie nods. “Yup. And next I’m gonna make a whole sweater.”

He feels a surge of pride in his chest at the determined way she sets her next goal. She’ll do it, too.

“Well, let’s hope I get that sheep farm on the moon, huh? You’re gonna need a lot of wool, all these knittin’ plans you’re makin’.”

She grins. “Ain’t no stopping me, man.”

#a merry fic-mas #holiday fic calendar #joel miller #ellie williams #the last of us fanfiction #the last of us #tlou hbo #joel miller fanfiction #pedro pascal characters #pedro pascal character fanfic #pedro pascal

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Just craving fluff and imagining College Au Shuggy celebrating the holidays by just doing very unchristmassy things together. They both seem like the type to like certain aspects of Christmas only to then be hit by waves of depression when the actual holiday arrives, so they just huddle under the covers together and watch Christmas classics such as “Die hard” or Gremlins together instead while eating Pizza and drinking eggnog till they can’t stand this stuff for another year. Buggy gives Shanks his gift at 2 am in the morning, an extremely ugly and old tacky sweater he found at a thrift shop a while ago. Shanks can immediately tell that it was cheap and Buggy most likely just went out and got him… SOMETHING, but also it’s hideous in a way he just adores and it has one of his favorite childhood cartoon characters on it and the fact alone Buggy went out and got him something is PERFECT and to Buggy’s horror that thing is gonna be his favorite sweater till the end of time. Buggy on the other hand suffers a mild mental breakdown and “Oh god I am the scum of the earth” reaction because Shanks actually went into a makeup store and got him an expensive eyeshadow Palette that Buggy has been eyeing for a while now. Kicker is Shanks didn’t even know that’s the Palette Buggy wanted, he legit just spent an hour in there with a picture of Buggy describing what Buggy looks for in makeup and what colors he likes and such and such and accidentally just landed on the correct one and rightfully deducted that he would probably like this one.

“WHY DID YOU GO AHEAD AND BUY ME THAT YOU HORRIBLE, UNFLASHY FANTASTIC BOYFRIEND?!” “I thought it would make you happy.” “IT WOULD IF I GOTTEN YOU ANYTHING GOOD AS WELL!! JUST A BED BATH AND BEYOND GIFTCARD WOULD HAVE BEEN WORSE!!” “Come on Buggy I love this thing-“ “THIS IS LIKE GIFT OF THE MAGI IF IT SUCKED EVEN MORE THAN IT ALREADY DOES!” “You could always kiss me to make up for it.” “I ALREADY DO THAT.” “Then let me kiss you… AND you’ll have to let me do it for the entire day without telling me I’m being sappy or disagreeing with me when I talk about how much I love you.” “…. Okay but you’re not allowed to say weird shit about my nose.” “…Can I kiss your nose?” “Ugh. I’ll allow it. But not in public!” “Deal. I won’t talk about how cute and kissable your nose is and I especially won’t talk about how cute and kissable it is in front of other people.” “YOU JUST- AUGH! You’re horrible! An absolutely awful boyfriend!” “Glad to have landed someone as amazing as you then.” “You-“ “Ah! We agreed on not disagreeing when I talk about how great you are!” “….fine.” “I love you... and I love how hard you blush when you can’t answer with a sassy comeback” “….mmmmnnnggghh!!! loveyoutoo.”

At first I was like "awww this is so adorable:')" but thwn I got to the dialogue part and went "ok, so we're assuming they're gonna get together, now are we ahahah"

I'm guessing you're the same anon who sent me a couple other college au asks - so first off: Thank you, you honestly keep me productive and remind me to finish this fic lol (since I named some of the others, maybe I can call you ogan - bc og anon or something idk, you can refuse or give me another nickname if you want...)

But also... have I given any indication that this will be a story with a happy end? Because, I've written ends with a doomed one sided love triangle, one of the main characters being hated by the love of their life and in a hospital, while the one the other was chasing rejected them indefinitely... it was my magnum opus for quite a while, so who's to say I'll give this one an ending like that?

I'm joking, I'm joking... or am I >;]]]

Anyway, I love the idea of them spending the holidays together! Buggy doesn't really have any close relatives to go to, all his friends went home, and thinks that Shanks is the same way, because why else would he stay behind with him?

Shanks is just so happy that he can finally be with his boyfriend. He makes hot cocoa (and it's horrible, but Buggy remakes it), he buys a cardboard cutout of a Christmas tree and they put stickers on it instead of decorations. At one point they start printing out memes and pictures of themselves and stick them on there as well. (Shanks secretly writes a wish, something cheesey like how he wants them to be like this for the rest of their lives, on the back of some of the photos)

In all reality, I believe that "Die Hard" and "Home Alone" (because these two franchises are basically the same, just one is kid coded lol) would be both Shanks and Buggy's favourites. I mean look at how they turned out ahahaha tho I must confess, I've never seen Gremlins, so I'll just trust you on that one':)

I also think thay Buggy would get horrible gifts very purposefully. Like he would look for hours to find the most raggedy and washed out looking sweater with the ugliest print of like... a green cow on red mars with a Christmas hat on both the cow and mars saying "moo-ry christmas" in comic sans or something horrifying like that. Like that one video of the guy who bought a card for the wrong occasion, for wrote a message to someone else and scratched out the name to look like it was a second hand card. I couldn't find the og video but I found this tiktok, hope it helps with the explanation.

In my mind Buggy thinks it's hilarious. Him and Shanks both love pranks and just jokes like this in general, so he would get it, right? Shanks liking it unironically wasn't in the plan. But then bad comes to worse and Shanks takes gift giving seriously - Buggy is caught off guard.

I love the image of Shanks standing in the cosmetics section of a big store that was one of the best according to google. He's just staring intensely, and color checking, and googling, and staring again - trying his best to remember everything Buggy had told him about make-up.

At some moment in the time he's searching, one of the workers there goes up to him to see if he needs help thinking "aw, poor lost man looking for something for his girlfriend, he looks like he needs help" and then Shanks shows her a picture of an honest to God clown going "I want the best for my boyfriend". And they have a little "This is your man?" "yeah" "Look at the picture" "that's mine :')" "and you're ok with this?" "imma stick beside him " moment. And then they just start looking together. Before they notice it's a whole horde of helpers and Shanks going all, "is that teal? I think he said he loves teal, but not one with glitter, wait, bring back the cherry red. Can you compare it to the sour cherry. Which one would match his lipstick best? This one's his favorite." and they're like a council, super invested at that point.

I also like to think that on new years eve, they're watching a marathon, and Buggy just falls asleep on Shanks's chest halfway through. He does that often and Shanks loves it. He doesn't even care that much that sometimes his make-up would be imprinted on his shirt .

Shanks showing love to Buggy's nose, despite his insecurities, makes me melt. (spoilers ig:) I was going to have a little dialogue/confrontation that portrayed that, but I was going to make it a "Shanks not caring about it and just acting like it's not there" thing, but him actually thinking it's cute and being all loving towards the one thing he's most insecure about is actually way better. I might utilize it later on lol :))

#shuggy #college au #shanks x buggy #buggy x shanks #answers #op

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theresattrpgforthat · 5 months

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Hi there! I’m running a Christmas one-shot for a few mates of mine. I’ve told them to make DnD characters because it’s the system they are familiar with (I play a greater variety of systems then they do and I’m determined to infect them with indie ttrpgs eventually). Even though it’s DnD, I was wondering if you knew any cool Christmas related systems I could read up on and maybe borrow a rule or two from and graft in to make the one shot a bit more interesting?

So far I’m thinking either a standard “the magic is fading” plot line or an office comedy, both based in Santas workshop. If you can’t think of anything don’t worry, I’m going to have a look through my library either way and see what I can find.

Love this blog! ❤️

THEME: Christmas Games

Hello friend! This one-shot idea sounds so cool! Let's see what we've got to work with.

Oh Holy… What Happened Last Night? By OopsAllSmurph.

Santa’s out of town until the night of Christmas Eve, but he left you all, a group of his most trusted North Pole townsfolk, in charge of the North Pole until he got back. You did what anyone would do with a magical city at their fingertips -- throw a MASSIVE rager. After a little too much eggnog, you’ve all woken up with 2 problems: A massive hangover, and a North Pole in disrepair.

You’ve got until midnight tonight, Christmas Eve, to put the North Pole back to the way it was (or hide it well enough nobody will noticed) so Santa can leave for his trip around the world without a hitch!

This a simple one-page game that might work well as inspiration for your office comedy idea, perhaps if your characters have to help all the inhabitants of the North Pole get cleaned up before Santa comes back. You can roll randomly for lost and broken items, and add extra obstacles like find all the stray reindeer, put kids’ names back on the toys, and pay the Grinch his protection money!

Elf in Your Self, by StarshineScribbles.

The Elf: Fear it. Run from it. No matter what you do, You can't escape it.

Every Christmas, the Elf arrives out of nowhere. Sitting on your shelf. Leering at you. Trying to make you behave. Trying to enforce compliance with some half-remembered dogma about Naughty and Nice lists. Also, it might be possessed by a demon…

The only way to return peace to your home is to destroy it before it takes control of your mind.

Elf In Your Self is a game about a dark version of everyone's favorite surveillance-based Christmas decoration. Players will use a deck of cards to tell the story of their attempts to banish this evil force from their homes. But beware, one wrong move and you may become possessed by the Elf!

This feels like a game of collaborative go-fish but with a horror-movie twist. You are attempting to put together a ritual that will weaken the Elf in an attempt to get rid of it by the end of the game, but your players will become possessed by the Elf if they are forced to draw from more resources. I suppose you could use this as a mini-game inside a larger story about an Elf that has been causing havoc in Santa’s workshop, or perhaps use the idea of a big bad demon harassing a Christmas Town by possessing an innocent villager.

Christmas Goons, by hechlok.

The wizard Santiclous is looking for a mysterious artifact to light on the top of the Christmas tree - help him save the magic of Christmas!

Ruins, machines, lost gnomes, and Christmas presents await you. Let's get to it, Christmas Goons!

Christmas Goons is a short dungeon crawl that brings your characters through the ruins of a gnomish inventor’s home base. This adventure is designed for Tunnel Goons, but the dungeon map looks like it could be used for any game you like. There are details for each room, with suggested obstacles that you might be able to re-skin for the game of your choice. The adventure is also free!

Oh Bring Us Some Figgy Pudding, by Tim Obermueller.

Over seven nights, you are trying to defend your figgy pudding from increasingly hostile carolers. Good luck!

This is a tactical game of pudding defense, with increasing levels of difficulty as the carolers whittle away at your skills over seven nights. I could see this being some kind of possession or zombie storyline, with the carolers having a mindless fixation on the pudding, and your characters have to spend seven nights/rounds of combat fending them off with different tactics.

A Christmas Belonging, by dannymakesrpgs.

A Christmas Belonging gives you snow covered landscapes, quaint small towns, and the low stakes high drama experience of a made-for-TV Christmas movie. Recreate those cheerful stories of romance and family drama in this collaborative, zero-prep RPG.

This is a diceless game about someone who prioritizes work over family, coming from the big city into a small Christmas town, where they meet someone who changes their outlook on Christmas - and on life. Extremely trophy, extremely cheesy, and great for folks who love taking a genre and pushing it as far as it can go.

I’m not entirely sure how to incorporate this into a traditional D&D game, but perhaps it might be a subplot that goes on in the background; perhaps an adventurer who is here just for treasure meets a cute local who wants them to slow down and experience the meaningful magic of a local holiday. Perhaps this cute local’s magic ritual is exactly what is needed to solve the adventurer’s problem!

You Will Be Haunted by Three Spirits, by Meghan Cross.

You Will be Haunted by Three Spirits is a GMless game for three players about changing the heart of someone who desperately needs it. Each player will take on the role of a spirit as well as collaboratively taking on the role of the individual being haunted by the spirits.

It is roleplay heavy, GMless game that is played in three rounds as each of the spirits reaches out to the Haunted in an attempt to soften their heart and convince them to change their ways. All that is needed for play is this game text and a set of dice. Players will each take on the role of one of the visiting spirits as well as collaboratively playing the role of the Haunted as they are visited by the spirits attempting to save their soul and change their heart.

This is probably my favourite holiday trope. It is probably the most heartfelt game on this list, and the least likely to travel into goofy territory. The biggest obstacle to using this game its that it requires three players only if you play as written - one to be the Past, one to be the Present, and on to be the Spirit of What Is To Come.

However, if you want to use it as inspiration, you might set up the party with the job of convincing their Haunted to change their ways so that the magic of Christmas is returned before it is too late. You could have some characters taking on the embodiment of different Spirits, while others work to bring about the miraculous events of the past, present and future. If you want to embody some of the magic and warmth of Christmas, this might be the game for you.

#tabletop games #indie ttrpgs #game recommendations #dnd #asks #indie ttrpg

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two-white-butterflies · 1 year

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WAITING FOR A BUS

Pairings: Aemond Targaryen x Reader, Daemon Targaryen x Reader (MODERN)

Description: A new promotion at work prompts you to move into a small modest town with your boyfriend, Aemond Targaryen. There you meet a few friendly faces. It seems like life is going where it's supposed to. That is until you meet your new boss, Daemon Targaryen, who is your boyfriend's estranged uncle.

It doesn't help with the fact that you've been having dreams about him since birth.

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Aemond stumbles upon his mother's gallery and there were rows of pictures — memories that he wasn't present in (the twin's baptism, his mother's second-wedding, and his father's funeral.) He scoffs at the thought of his father. He didn't arrive at the funeral for a good reason. He takes one last glance at the room, taking a mental note to browse the pictures some other day. He was about to leave but an unfamiliar picture catches his eye.

It was a portrait of him as a young kid (when he still had both of his eyes.) His father was carrying him with that self-absorbed smile that Viserys always more. He couldn't help but cringe at his father's portrait. He felt scared — like he was a child who did something wrong. Viserys only cared when Aemond messed up.

He reaches for the picture, and it fit delicately into his large hands. His father was wearing that watch. The Casio watch that he wasn't allowed to play with as a child because it was a heirloom from his great-grandfather. The first time he tried that watch on, he was spanked and left bruised.

"I should've thrown that away, but it's your only picture with dada." Alicent leans into the doorframe, still accustomed to calling her dead-husband by that pet-name. He scoffs again, placing the portrait back on the mantle of the fireplace. "It belongs in the rubbish, mom." he answers with hidden rage before picking his suitcase back up and sprinting in the direction of his room. He could hear Alicent sigh, but he wasn't in the mood for another crying session.

He opens the red door to his room. His mind still hovering over his mother's sadness. He placed the suitcase on the floor, hands reaching over his pockets to open his phone.

PUMPKINPIE (Gaming Phone) 9:44AM Here at mom's house. Might come back later. I forgot my phone. <3

He waits for a while — anticipating for your reply. He curses for a second, realizing that it was past your break-time. What else was he going to do now? His mother's televisions were ancient, and they didn't have the HDMI function in them. He could play codm but there wasn't any good signal in the house. Fuck, he was really bored. He was about to close his eyes to sleep but his phone vibrates.

Criston Cole 9:50AM I heard that you moved back in with your mom. How is she?

He reads the message, rolling his eye at the fake-concern. He sighs wondering how the hell that man got his second-phone number. He moves the banner away, ignoring his ex-mentor's message. Cole was going to make it about him, and he wasn't in the mood for that shit. He throws his body into the bed, his phone laid flat on the carpeted floor below.

———

Daemon was trapped inside his dreams again, but this time it was a memory that happened in his youth. It was before he had his memory back. He remembers the smell of his brother's house — a mix of candy-canes and eggnog. He remembers last night, where he and his brother had too much alcohol. It was Christmas morning and all of the kids were gathering around the tree. Aegon, Aemond, Helaena — he memorized all of their names before arriving, despite his clear disdain of his brother's new wife.

He frowns taking a quick count of all the children — there was one person mission. "Nyra, isn't there supposed to be one more?" he asks his fourteen-year old niece, she looks around realizing that her brother Aemond was missing. "Yeah, I think Aemond is in his room. Dada scolded him for a bit." she shrugs, adjusting her furry socks.

His eyes narrowed remembering his brother's rage. Viserys was a monster when his blood was pumping, and he didn't want to find out the cause of his brother's anger. In his periphery, he sees his brother descend from the staircase wearing a frown, and while the kids were opening the presents — he began to walk upstairs, to wherever Aemond's room was.

It wasn't hard to spot, his door was painted bright-red, and a sign was in a kid's level. He reaches for the doorknob, and he twists it in his direction — the door could be opened in both ways, which prompted the little boy to hide underneath the covers.

Daemon's eyes search for his nephew's figure, his eyes raked towards the rows of toy-cars on the shelves. It was a child's dream. He didn't have that luxury when he was a kid, after all they were still poor at that time. "Aemond?" he beckoned while opening the light-switch. The boy shivered underneath the covers, in fear that it would be his father. He settles on the blue-bed, eyes watching the moving blanket.

He does not know how to comfort a child. When Daemon was a child in need of comforting, no one ever comforted him. "Go 'way." the child mumbled, breath hiccuping at the amount of tears he had. "What's wrong, dear." he settles a hand on top of the boy's back, rubbing comforting circles. "Go away!" the child screamed again while shying away from his uncle's touch.

"Your siblings are opening their gifts from Santa. Don't you want to do the same?" he asked while softly whipping the blanket away from the child's body. The blanket was soaking wet from tears and snot. It was due for cleaning. "No." the child of four crossed his arms, reaching for the blanket in his uncle's hands.

"Santa doesn't want me." he grumbled while burying his face on his pillow. Daemon was well aware that Aemond was crying — he couldn't understand why he had to hide it though. Was his brother that awful of a father that his children were incapable of showing their emotions freely? "Santa likes everyone, that's why he bought you a lot of gifts." he replied while moving closer to the boy.

"No. Dada said he didn't buy me anything 'cuz I was a naughty kid." Aemond argued while trying to breathe clearly. Daemon takes a deep breath, cursing his brother deep in his mind. No child should feel this way, especially during Christmas morning. "What did you do?" Daemon asks, attempting to comfort the child, perhaps there was a way that he could explain Aemond's sins without using brute force.

"I opened my gifts too soon and dada hit me." he cried while burying his face inside the pillow again. Daemon turns Aemond's body, staring at his little eyes filled with innocence. Aemond was the sweetest boy with long blonde hair, and his same purple eyes. "Come here," Daemon mumbled while opening his arms wide. Aemond stands up, with his toy blanket at hand and he returns his uncle's embrace, tears marking Daemon's shirt wet.

"Dada doesn't love us." he mutters while Daemon wipes his nose clear of snot. His eyes narrowed in confusion. "What do you mean by that?" he asks in concern while wiping the child's face dry. "Dada's match is mama, but we don't call our mom that. But Nyra calls her mom that." he tried to explain with the vocabulary of a four-year old.

Daemon chuckles nervously.

"Your dada loves you, I promise."

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EXES PAST: Year 3.

Pairing: Billy RussoxFem!Reader.

Summary: Corrupt Benjamin March.

Warning: References to sexual situations, violence, blood, mutilation, trauma, swearing, obsessive thoughts, possessiveness, kidnapping, stalking, manipulation, violence, gaslighting and other triggers I will include as we go along, please only read if you’re 18+.

If any of this warnings trigger you please don’t read.

Gift giving, hot cocoa and pine trees everywhere. Billy wasn’t a big fan of the holidays but if it meant he’d see you at the Castle’s Christmas party he was all in.

Even if his baseball team lost and now he had to wear the stupid sweater Karen got him last year.

As soon as he stepped in the Greenwich house he looked for you, the warmth blushing his face, still some snow on the shoulders of his coat from the outside weather.

“I can’t believe you’re here!” Karen said excited jumping to hug him and Billy knew she had a little too much eggnog already. “I thought you wouldn’t come cause of the sweater. Oh my God look at the sweater!”

She points as she rambles to Frank who is next to her and Billy looks down at his outfit. A red sweater with a three dimensional Christmas wreath and a plush reindeer coming out of it.

He couldn’t even turn sideways safely without knocking someone over with it and God knows he wasn’t gonna let anybody know it sang jingle bells if you pressed the nose.

“I hate you.” He said simply taking his his coat off.

“No you don’t! You love me, that’s why you’re wearing it.” She smiled.

“Well I’m a man of my word.”

“Come on in.” Frank said this time, his lips in a line trying not to giggle “Let’s get you drunk so you’ll let us press the nose.”

As he followed his friends he scanned the room. Karens news paper friends and some old marines popped from the corners of the home but not you.

“She did come.” Frank whispers to him as soon as they reach the kitchen island that’s covered in half drunk bottles and people mingling around.

“I don’t know who you’re talking about.” Billy smiles in complicity.

“Sure Bill.” Franks sarcasm makes Billy laugh “She’s outside with her boyfriend, he’s a smoker.”

Oh right, the boyfriend.

Billy had learned his lesson with the lizard king, you would never surprise him with a boyfriend ever again.

Keeping tabs on you was complicated, you were a social butterfly but thankfully he had a never drying fountain of gossip in Karen and he’d often got Frank to grumpily drop tips on you.

He also hacked your phone, email and social media.

Again, you’d never catch him off guard and this was a fun one to crack.

Benjamin March was a well known man around New York. Partner in one of the city’s top legal firms he had made a name for himself with a file of high profile clients. Most of them politics and men of influence.

And he would always win.

Red flag number one.

He married a former Miss North Carolina whom he divorced about a year before and who he left practically on the streets alleging a horribly balanced prenup.

Poor girl, at least she was pretty.

Red flag number two.

Late night at his office after ANVIL was completely empty a few nights before Billy tried to convince himself he’d only intervene in your relationship if Benjamin March had all three strikes against him.

As if he really needed a single reason to murder a man just to get you all to himself.

Luckily for Billy he found the third strike, and it was a big one. The big kahuna of dirt he had now saved in a usb drive that was burning his pants pocket.

He couldn’t wait.

His hands vibrating with anticipation when you walked inside all by yourself, taking a shot Karen offered you on sight.

“Nice sweater Bill.” You press your lips together trying not to laugh and he smiles at you.

It’s all he can do.

“Merry Christmas angel. Not following the rules I see.” He says pointing at your outfit. “We agreed, no mini skirts. They make me nervous and you know it.”

“Well we also said no cozy looking sweaters.” You can’t hide the laugh after the sarcastic comment.

“If this makes you horny you have some serious issues.”

His laugh is interrupted by a man about a foot taller than you. His arm twisting around your torso in a possessive way.

There’s a fruity smell lingering from him and Billy wants to puke.

This man vapes?

As if he needed a fourth red flag, he thinks.

Billy introduces himself, a proud smirk on his face when Benjamin admits he already knows who he is, reassuring his status.

It takes a while before Karen pulls you to her, the motion lifting your skirt a little too much for Billy’s sanity and then you disappear with the blonde off to meet some of her friends.

It even feels orchestrated when somehow he is left alone in the kitchen with Benjamin March, the closes person holding their drunken state on a column of the dining room.

But Billy isn’t worried about Karen’s drunken co-workers and he wastes no time on handling the lawyer the usb from his pocket, releasing the speech of accusations he had prepared.

It’s not surprising when the man doesn’t deny Billy’s accusations.

Benjamin March had been helping elite men get away with fraud, murder and other crimes that made Billy’s stomach turn.

But he didn’t look remotely sorry.

Maybe a little sorry he had been caught when Billy hands him the incriminating proof, it’s all there, pictures, documents and audios, served in a silver platter that can lock the lawyer up for a long time.

Billy isn’t sure he’d ever been more offended than when Benjamin offers him money for his silence.

As if he wanted his disgusting money.

“What do you want then?” Benjamin seems more annoyed than worried.

“I want you to break up with her.”

“Fuck man! You went through all this trouble for some pussy?” He mocks.

He has no idea.

“You got a deal. She’s all yours.”

He agrees without even thinking twice and Billy wants to break his jaw for talking about you as something so disposable.

They fine tune the details and Billy wishes to tell him he has no interest in pursuing his downfall after he breaks up with you. Then he’ll become just another corrupt lawyer in New York City and he couldn’t care less.

And when March finally decides to leave he makes sure he makes himself even more punchable.

“Hit me up if you ever need a lawyer.”

“Maybe you should have some water angel.”

Did he tell Benjamin March to break up with you?

Yeah.

Did he tell him to do it right now at this very party in front of other people?

No!

For a lawyer he had no common sense and now Billy had a very drunk girl half crying half laughing on the Castle’s couch.

He eyed you quickly, trying to miss the way your legs shine under the low lights of the home when the red skirt you wore rises up.

He couldn’t tonight. You were drunk and sad and he didn’t want you like this but you seemed determined to get him though.

“Man I really was smart with the no sweater rule. You look so cute!”

He looks down at the cursed sweater wanting to laugh with you, but you don’t, you seem serious about it.

You’re holding what seems to be your tenth shot of tequila and giving him those flirty eyes he often saw in his head during his jerk off sessions.

There’s barely anyone left at the party and it would be so easy to get you in one of the rooms and lift that tiny scrap off fabric you call an outfit.

Stop.

There’s a big red stop sign going on loop in his head, not only was this his best friends home, your cheeks were bright pink from the intoxication and life was so unfair to him.

The one time you wanna fuck it’s because you’re drunk.

“We should get you home angel.”

He didn’t need to say it twice and you hold yourself clumsily up the couch using a sleeping Karen as a prop while Billy grabs your coat.

“Can you stay with me tonight Bill? Please I don’t want to be alone.”

He’s doing his best to be good, helping you put on your coat and your voice is so tiny and cute as you beg him standing by the Castle’s front door.

Again, life was so unfair.

He nods immediately anyway, his body betraying his reason and before he knows it he’s driving towards your apartment.

He has to help you walk into the elevator when you arrive since even in the state you are you refuse to take your heels off and something tells him you’re not as drunk as you pretend to be when you hold on to his bicep, resting your face of his chest in the elevator saying you’re dizzy.

As soon as you enter your home you disappear down a hallway and Billy looks around. It smells powdery and sweet just like you and he wants to fuck you on your pink couch.

But he won’t.

Instead he marches to your kitchen, opening the fridge to gather ingredients for a sandwich the he offers you as soon as you walk back out of your room wearing tiny cream short pajamas with polka dots on them.

“Aren’t you coming to bed?”

Your voice sounds innocent but he knows better. You’re gonna be the death of him.

“Here, eat this.” He ignores your request handing you the plate “It’ll help your stomach after all that tequila.”

“But I’m not hungry!”

“I didn’t ask. Eat.”

He barks a command as he would one of his soldiers even when he knows he has no power here.

Not after you sit on the counter of the kitchen, your legs slightly spread and a force of gravity pushes him to walk in between them.

You’re taking your time to chew and you look tired but the bread seems to be absorbing the alcohol just fine.

“I just don’t get it.”

“Get what?”

“Why boys keep breaking up with me. No one takes me seriously, no one wants me. I’m good enough to fuck but not enough to be a girlfriend.”

Billy can feel his heart shrinking with your statement and he wishes he could tell you that they do want you. All of them do. In fact he had to use violence and threats to get rid of a couple already.

But he gives you a warm smile instead, using his fingertips to put some of your hair behind your ear.

“Maybe you should stop dating assholes.”

That didn’t come out as comforting as he wanted to and you sigh and use your forearm to move him from that sacred place between your thighs, getting off the counter.

He tried his best to ignore the jiggle of your curves as you do but he can feel the zipper of his pants tightening.

“I can’t finish it” you say, a yawn escaping your mouth.

“Fine.” Billy sighs, taking the half eaten sandwich from your fingers “But have some more water.”

“Hey, I didn't mean to force you to stay with me tonight, I’m sorry. Thank you for driving me but you can go if you want.”

‘Leave dickhead’ his head screams ‘It’s time for you to leave’

“I can stay a while.”

The voice in Billy’s head throws it’s hands in the air in exasperation.

“Okay.” Your reply is a whisper but there’s a small smile on your lips.

Billy wishes he had kept the moment cute, but he can’t help his gaze to skim over your body, the outline of your nipples through the tiny cotton top. You adjust the strap on it and Billy looks away, afraid you caught him staring.

“I know this is stupid but I like having you here.” You admit toying with your own fingers in a nervous state “I feel safe.”

Billy knows you mean it as a compliment but the sudden image of all the dangers of the city surrounding you made him anxious. Did you not feel safe when you were alone?

“How long have you been living by yourself?”

“A while. Since Karen moved out.”

That’s a long time. Too long.

You turn to walk towards what seems to be your bedroom and he makes sure he leaves a space between your bodies. He’s not sure if he does it so you know he won’t be creepy tonight or because he wants to watch your ass jiggle with each step.

He wants you to sit on his face.

But you’ve been drinking. You’re not falling down drunk but you’re still drunk.

“Billy?” You call to him from inside the bedroom.

Maybe a little make out session wouldn’t be the end of the world, he thinks.

But that’s it.

There’s a rustling of fabric as he steps into the room and sees you crawl into bed. The sight of you shimmying into the blankets, hair spread on the pillow, waiting for him steals his breath.

He can feel your gaze burning into him and Billy has a sudden urge to flex his muscles, to show off, that until he figures you’re actually staring at his sweater.

Damn that singing reindeer.

“I’ll take it off.” He laughs.

“I actually like it.”

You’re on the right side of the bed, lying on your side facing him. Leaving a space in your bed for him.

“Would you stay for a while longer?” You ask.

“Sure angel.”

“Sorry, you don’t have to, it was dumb of me to ask. I can walk you out if you’d like to go.”

“No, I’d like to stay. I can’t stay the whole night but I’ll stay a little more.”

Billy doesn’t elaborate why, because the why is simply that he won’t be able to control himself sleeping next to your soft body. If he was still there in the morning there was zero chance he wouldn’t fuck you.

“You should rest a little then, before you drive home.”

Your hand is touching the spot next to you on the mattress and Billy gulps.

“You worried about me angel?”

“I’m worried about the other drivers. I’ve seen you drive.”

Your laugh fills the dim light room and it seems to make it easier for him to get closer to the bed, sinking his knee on the soft surface.

“Sorry I don’t have anything your size to put on.”

“Put on?”

“To get comfy. Like pajamas.”

He nods like it was obvious what she meant, but why had his brain gone straight to condoms?

“I suppose you could just… take your pants off.”

Yes.

Yes he could do that.

His body is fighting a battle of mind against dick and he waits for his conscience to win. To tell him to keep his pants on and to walk out the front door, but it never does.

Pants off it is then.

And that god awful sweater while he’s at it.

Standing there in your bedroom in his white under t-shirt and blue briefs Billy realized he’d take whatever punishment the universe threw his way for getting in bed with you in that state, even if you just slept next to him.

He was going to hell anyway.

#Exes past #This is unnnecesary long #But that’s ok #billy russo #billy russo x reader #billy russo fanfic #i didnt proof read this sorry #my writting

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He forgot how good Christmas food was, a complete opposite of chugging eggnog from a carton alone in his bedroom. He had to admit he never had fish for Christmas’ Eve food nor seafood like this, he’s used to meat and at best chicken, but never fish. It was really good and Beatrice’s mother would always ask if he wanted more or if he was still hungry, it took Beatrice saying that “I think that’s more than enough mamma.” for her to stop.

But then she said, “I’ll set it aside so you can take it home!”

Bradley really liked this, it was so nice, he felt so welcome. Of course they all talked about things only they knew about and there were some inside jokes here and there, but he was invited to at least four fishing trips, six trips to Italy and several card games in a matter of seconds. Beatrice’s nephews and nieces were very tall for their age, especially the ones still in middle school like Trevor and Vanessa, the ones in college didn’t surprise him when it came to the stature.

He had to admit that remembering all of their names was a bit hard at first, but he got the hang of it quickly once he talked to them enough. They were really good, smart and talented kids, with the oldest one from Sabrina - Josh ,who was at least 6’2” at the ripe age of eighteen, easily towering over his parents - even saying he was going to study Aeronautic and Astronautics at MIT.

He really felt like he already belonged here, like this family was his own as much it was Bea’s. And he could live with that.

After a while, he turned to Beatrice when her family was busy talking amongst each other, “Bea, where’s the bathroom?” his girlfriend turns her head in his direction and smiles, pushing the chair back to stand up and telling him to follow her. They go back inside the house, walk through the same hallway as before then turn to the left where there was a decorated staircase with a tiny long legged Santa Claus sitting on the end of the banister. He follows Beatrice up the stairs, the lights turning on automatically when they do,tilting his head to where he could see more pictures hanging on the walls and a long hallway with five doors, three on the right and two on the left.

Beatrice stops by the first one on the right, opening it and turning the light on, “There you go.” she smiles, waiting for him to take a look inside. He wouldn’t take long, he told her, kissing her lips sweetly as the door closed behind him. While he was there, Beatrice couldn’t help but drag her eyes to the door closest to the one down the hall, the last door on the left side of the house.

Her feet moved before she could stop herself, turning on the door handle to reveal the room she used to sleep in before she moved out for real. While she lived on campus during most of her college life and balanced it with working for her uncle part time, she still came home every now and again, especially during summer break or if she had no classes she chose to go back home.

It was mostly empty since her things were now in her house, but her parents left the single bed she used to own right next to the wall with the same floral sheets and the colorful pillows she had when she was much younger. Her shelves were partially empty, there were some old books from her childhood she chose not to take with her when she moved out - she asked her parents to donate them but they refused. She gently touches the mint colored wallpaper with tiny flowers drawn on it, tilting her head up with a smile as she sees the space where her Jonas Brothers’ poster once was, leaving only the pins that held it up. She sits down on her old bed, stilling when she heard it snap and fearing it’d break - it was very old - but it wasn't, it was just the wood ‘waking up’ as her nonna would say.

Her old side table was still there as well, the drawers still have the Powerpuff girls stickers she couldn’t get out after so long. Beatrice hooked her finger on the bronze colored flower pulls and dragged the drawer open. It had a few things such as an old scrunchie, a pen and her old journal. Beatrice did a double take, she was sure she tossed that ages ago, grabbing it with some difficulty since it was a bit larger than the drawer space itself and the plastic cover appeared to have puffed up.

The gel inside thinned over the years, obviously, some of the glitter dried on the plastic cover exposing more of the mermaid drawing underneath. The journal didn’t have a lock anymore, it snapped when she was younger so she used to keep it tucked inside the drawer so no one would find it. She hasn’t seen that in so long, she could see the pages were used since the journal seemed larger than it was. The cover creaked when she opened it, smiling when she saw her name written on the inside and the date she got it before she flipped the pages with some difficulty.

They were dry and a bit flaky, some of them even broke when she moved them but she could still check what was written inside. Her writing was horrible back then, good lord, but she was also really young when she got it, so she could cut herself some slack. The first pages started simple, with a greeting or something of the sort, she remembered how she used it during the first years of middle school then stopped.

Until she started high school and she was surrounded by feelings and hormonal changes, some of them less appealing than others and that was when the bullying started. The pages went from happiness for starting high school to complete despair in a matter of months. She never mentioned it to her parents, she only wrote it down there and hoped for the best, hoped it would stop.

It seemed wrong to be reading this again on Christmas’ Eve, but she couldn’t help it. Even if it was barely a full glance she didn’t want to remember what happened before. She shouldn’t because she was a new person, with a new life and a new relationship with a wonderful man who was everything she ever wanted. She sighs, closing her journal quickly when she hears footsteps approaching her door, “Oh, Roos.” She breathes out in relief when the pilot appears on the doorway, looking around the room curiously.

“Is this your old room?” She nods and he turns his head to take more in, chuckling to himself at the stickers glued to the wall, digging his hands in his jeans as he gets closer to her on the bed. He sits down next to her, removing his hands from his pockets to interlace them between his open legs, “What are you doing?”

“Honestly,I don’t know.” she laughs softly, holding up the now closed journal, “I found my old diary, I really thought I tossed this away years ago. I guess I forgot it was still here.” Beatrice looks down at it with her face blank, running her finger on the plastic cover before she places it back inside the drawer, giving it a firm push so it’d stay inside.

Bradley drops his eyes to the now partially hidden journal, the voices of her family loud outside mixed with the music playing were weirdly soothing in the background, watching how she looked at it with her brows furrowed, “What’s got you thinking, gorgeous?”

Beatrice huffs out through her nose, “I wrote a lot of bad stuff that happened to me in there.” she murmurs, “It feels wrong talking about it during Christmas time, though…but I guess…” she bites her lower lip for a second, subtly shaking her head, “I don’t know, maybe it’s time I recycle that, I don’t think it’s good to keep it even if it’s not with me.”

Bradley scooted closer to her so she could lean on his shoulder, his lips pressing a kiss to the top of her head. “If you think so.” he begins, still with his lips against her scalp, “I guess the younger you would appreciate it.” he feels Beatrice’s soft laugh when her shoulders move, followed by a quiet ‘yeah’.

“But not tonight.” she says, straightening herself and pushing herself to her feet, offering him her hand. Her smile returned with full force, red lips curved up and cheeks flushed when he took it, interlacing their fingers together “Tonight is going to be filled with gifts, booze and maybe Michael singing Bella Ciao.”

“Bella Ciao?” he repeats, following Beatrice out of her room after she turns the light off, “From Money Heist?”

Bea chuckles, tossing a look over her shoulder, “In a way, apparently our great grandfather was part of the Resistance in Italy during WW2 against the Germans, he used to sing that song to my nonno when he was a child and in turn my nonno sang to his children.” she smiles softly, “Michael just really thinks he can sing and thinks if he sings that song we’ll agree with his weird ideas.”

“Ah.” They walk down the stairs, his head returning to the group of pictures on the wall, especially the one with the couple getting married. The groom had a mustache and slicked back hair and was winking to the camera while his wife - who upon further inspection appeared to be Beatrice’s nonna - hugged his arm as they walked out of a church. “Is that your nonno?”

She stops from going back outside to look back at the picture, a little smile on her face, “Yes, it’s my nonno Massimo and my nonna’s wedding day.” Bradley could see where most of the people in her family got their height, her nonno was clearly much taller than the people around them, including his wife. “It’s one of the pictures we have from their wedding actually. They lost most of them when they migrated to the US.” she explains and his eyes turn to another picture, this one with her siblings who were clearly younger in a circle on a grassy lane.

The one in the middle was Leonardo, who was the smallest of them all, and the hair color gave it away making it easier for him to identify who was who in that picture. On his lap lay a baby Beatrice, big green eyes wide and staring at the camera just like her other siblings were. There were other pictures of all the children through the years, with Beatrice’s graduation picture being the last one on the line and right next to the childrens’ pictures were the grandchildren, not to mention distant family members.

“Mamma! Michael pinched me!”

“I did not! Don’t lie! I didn’t even touch you, Marina!!”

“I’m not lying! Mamma, look it’s all red!”

The bickering made a laugh sputter out of Beatrice, “I told you it’d get loud.” She tugs him down the hallway back to the patio, where Marina was showing their mother a red bruise forming on her arm while their brother tried to explain it wasn’t even that bad and he even pinched himself to prove it wasn’t him. Bradley took notice that the other siblings either ignored or rolled their eyes at what was happening - Guillermo being the one who sighed the loudest.

Their parents, especially their father, rubbed his eyes with the tips of his fingers as his wife tried to see if there was a bruise or not, with the conclusion that it was actually a bug bite and not a pinch. Beatrice and Bradley sat back down, with the brunette biting her lips to hold back her smile as her siblings continued bickering like teenagers, much like they always did during reunions like that. It never escalated from a full argument, honestly it was incredibly funny how Marina and Michael were always the one who argued so often.

Claudia told them to stop the squabbling as she went back inside to grab the dessert. During the time they were inside, her mother had cleaned the table and placed the decorated plates she only used when they were done with dinner. “And I don’t want any more arguing!’ her mother’s voice returns, holding a large cake in her hands “So rude! It’s Bradley and Pamela’s,” Giovanna’s girlfriend, “first time here and this is the comportament you two show? I’ve raised you better than that.”

There are quiet snorts coming from the other siblings as Michael and Marina cross their arms and sulk under their mother’s onslaught. Claudia went back and forth inside the house to bring more sweets and hasn’t stopped giving her middle children a speech, only stopping completely when there wasn’t anything else to bring from the outside, “And that’s why you two will get the desserts last!”

“But–”

“Mamma!”

Claudia shushed them with a finger and a glare, making the two full grown adults sulk even more in their seats. Her angry façade immediately melted to a sweet smile when she turned to Rooster and Pamela who sat farther away, “You two will be the first,” and there was no backing out of it. Beatrice did say that maybe Bradley could choose what he wanted instead of her putting a bit of everything on his plate, “Oh, fair. Well, you can choose bambino, what would you like?”

Much like dinner, the options seemed endless, but he did end up asking for a slice of cake and a cannoli. He never had fresh cannolis before and he knew those definitely were. Claudia was more than happy and the slice she gave him wasn’t too big - because of Beatrice telling her so again. Claudia moved her focus towards her granddaughter’s girlfriend then, while Beatrice cut a slice of cake to herself, “It’s almond honey cake, by the way.” she explains while licking her fingers clean of frosting, “And there is a lot of almonds in it, you won’t miss it.”

“I never had a cake like that before.” he mutters as the rest of her family trades plates around, excluding the two siblings who just argued and were still angrily glaring at each other, “Your mom always does it?”

“Well, not really.” Beatrice smiles, placing a cannoli right next to her slice just like on Bradley’s plate, “She does it whenever we get new people in the family, like a new birth or…you know, a new relationship.” She whispers the last part with her cheeks red and he has to hold back from kissing her, his own chest warming just at the mention that this cake was made specifically for him and Giovanna’s girlfriend as a welcome gift.

Rooster lets out a soft laugh, his own cheeks flushing just a bit at the notion they already considered them to be part of the family. It really made him happy that he was now someone they trusted so much, especially with Beatrice.

They kept talking after dessert, her mother even making them coffee - which according to Bea was tradition to do - as the night went on. The second the clock struck midnight and it was officially the 25th of December, and half of the younger kids were snoozing back in the rooms inside the house, Bianca included, they shared their gifts. Beatrice told him he didn’t have to really bring anything for her siblings but he could bring something for her parents if he wanted to, which he did.

Bea’s father was a car aficionado and was fond of miniatures, so he got him a 1977 Ford Mustang miniature that was so detailed it looked like the real thing. Rafael was touched, very touched and even hugged Bradley as a thanks. Bea’s mom was easier, she liked scarves and gloves, anything that reminded her of the sixties or Sophia Loren, so with the help of Beatrice he managed to get her exactly that in different colors.

Claudia was thankful, almost tearing up and kissing the young pilot’s cheeks in such a motherly way Bradley felt like crying himself…then it was time for his gifts. He wasn’t expecting a lot, in his mind if he didn’t have to give her siblings anything, it also meant they didn’t have to give him anything.

But, he was wrong.

Because he did get gifts from pretty much all of her siblings, even Guillermo. He was a bit shocked, looking at the gift boxes in surprise and then at Beatrice who just smiled and told him to open them. He got new shirts, patterned and solid colors, new shoes, a bottle of grappa that Michael was sure he’d enjoy and a new denim jacket…and drawings from Bianca, obviously. Bradley just looked at the gifts in complete shock, he hasn’t gotten gifts in a very, very long time, especially so many, “I…” his throat felt clamped up from emotion, “...thank you, this is– thanks. Really.”

“It’s not done yet, ragazzo.” Rafael laughs, leaning under his seat to pull out his own gift. He had no idea how he managed to hide such a large box there for so long.“Here, open it.” Rooster stared at the older man for a few seconds, then opened the box after ripping the paper open. Inside the box was not only a complete grooming kit, but there was also a decanter set with his initials engraved in the glass bottle. “My tesoro said you enjoy whisky and have a specific routine to take care of yourself, so my wife and I thought this would be a good gift.”

Bradley was speechless. He looked at the gift for a few more minutes before he finally found the words, “...thank you,I really like this.” Was that an F-18 on the side of the glasses too? “It’s…it’s incredible, thank you so much.” he was smiling so wide his cheeks hurt, still looking at his very own decanter set!! Beatrice smiles, hugging his arm and kissing his cheek as he just couldn’t stop staring at the gifts he got.

They leave the Schiavoni’s house soon after the gift giving, Bradley again thanking everyone for the gifts before he and Beatrice placed what they got that night inside the Bronco in the best way they could, including the food. As soon as they got inside, she looked over at Rooster who was holding the steering wheel tightly, his mouth still curved into a smile before he turned the car on and drove off.

“That was…” he begins, moving his mouth without words, “I’ve– wow.” he chuckles a bit out of breath because of how much had happened in a matter of hours, “That was really fun, baby. It was amazing.”

“I’m glad you liked it.” she tried to ignore the anxiety bubbling inside of her as she remembered what was going to happen as soon as they got home. She inhaled deeply, playing it off as if she was looking at the Christmas decoration instead of calming her quickly beating heart. Just having that smile on his face was more than enough for Beatrice for right now.

When they got back at her house and she helped him bring the gifts inside, she bit her lip hard watching her boyfriend drop the boxes and bags beside her door, rushing to put the food inside her fridge before coming back “You know,I–” the words get stuck in her throat when he lifts his head to look her way, “There’s…another gift, um…that I have for you.” Come on Bea, she thinks, you can do this “I-It’s a surprise though, so…you’ll have to close your eyes.”

Bradley arches his eyebrow, “A surprise?” he sounded excited, that was good right? “Oh, baby you are going to spoil me…but I’m not complaining. Can you give me a hint as to what it is?” Beatrice shakes her head with a smile, then grabs his wrist to sit him down on her couch, her coffee table still further away and giving it enough space.

“No, Bradley, I can't give you a hint.” she says in a matter of fact tone, her cheeks undoubtedly flushed red and she hoped he couldn’t see it since the lights were off and the only source of light was coming from the christmas lights flickering around them, since her curtains covered her glass doors“It won’t be a surprise if I do that.”

“Mm, I guess.” he smiles, boyishly so, “So, is this the part where I close my eyes and wait?”

“Yes.” she turns around to go up the stairs when Bradley places his hands over his eyes with a grin. She chuckles softly, he was so cute, nearing the staircase but stopping when he calls her name. Bradley parts his index and ring finger, giving him enough space to peek between them towards her.

“How long until the surprise is here?”

“Not long Brad, you can’t peek!”

“I’m just asking!” he says while laughing, closing his fingers again and finally covering his eyes for real. She was glad he removed his jacket and was only wearing that tight top that literally hides nothing from her view…and those jeans were so nice on his legs– she was stalling, she had to move. Beatrice inhaled one more time for courage, pulled out her phone to check if the bluetooth speaker was connected and made her way up the stairs once she kicked her boots off.

She continued with the pep talk until she reached the armoire, grabbing the duffel bag from the inside before making her way into the bathroom, locking the door behind herself “Okay.” she whispered, “Okay, okay.” She quickly unzipped it and pulled out the contents. The lingerie she never wore when he was deployed was going to be used right now, so she had to be fast.

Her pants and top were gone, soon followed were her plain panties and bra,”Okay, okay I can do it,” her voice shook as she repeated the words, sliding on the black cheeky panties and wincing when the elastic accidentally slapped against her skin in her hurry, “I can do it, it’s going to be fine…” she put on the bra, pushing her breasts together in a way that they seemed to double in size, “I’m going to do this, he’s going to like it, it’s going to be okay.”

The stockings were a bit harder, she couldn’t pull them too fast or else they’d rip, so she pulled them up her legs - which was a blessing, how hard was it to find plus size stockings that actually fit?? - then put on the waist garter that had lace just like the bra and panties. She carefully clipped on the edge of the stockings, nervously singing to herself as she tried to not look at her reflection in the mirror. “Okay…I’m done.” she whispered to herself, wringing her hands together and looking at her body in the mirror “...I…can’t do this.”

All her courage slipped from her and she crouched next to the sink, trying to ease her breathing, “I can’t do this, I can’t, this isn’t– I…” clenching her eyes, Beatrice clenched the edge of the sink, the cold porcelain cooling her fingers as she tried to regain the bravery from before.

You can be confident Bea, her own voice said in her head, Stand up, look at yourself and give him your Christmas gift! She whimpered in pure fear, peeking at her reflection from the edge of the sink and obviously only seeing the upper half of her face and her worried eyes staring back at her, “...I can do this.” she says then after a few minutes, pushing herself to a standing position and giving herself a better look than before.

She looked great, she looked sexy and she was going to make Bradley lose his mind…before she chickened out again that is. Beatrice closed her eyes, inhaling a breath for courage and then looking down at her phone.

Meanwhile, Bradley was starting to worry that either Bea was having a hard time bringing his surprise or she was too tired and ended up falling asleep up there. He knew he shouldn’t, but he peeked through his fingers again, moving one eyeball around in hopes he could see his girlfriend, “Bea?” he calls and gets no response, only the sound of the wind outside answers him instead.

Maybe she did fall asleep up there, maybe she was just so tired. So he drops his hands, pressing them on the soft cushions of her couch to push himself upwards. “I thought I asked you to keep your eyes closed, Lieutenant.” he goes completely still when he hears her voice coming from the top of the stairs, slowly lifting his gaze only to see her silhouette and nothing more, it was too dark and the flickering lights were too far to give him a full view of what she was wearing.

He followed her movements as she slowly made her way down, the closer she got to the floor the more the colorful lights showed him. And he felt all moisture leave his mouth the second he had a full view of her outfit, with the black set making her look like pure sin and the stockings and the heels, the same heels she wore during the time they went to the club.

“Bea…?” of course it was her, he thought, who else would it be? Only she could wear something like that and look even sexier than normal. His mouth parted as he breathed, taking in her whole outfit, the way it complimented her waist and breasts and thighs…he couldn’t stop looking and he didn’t want to. Just the way her half open eyes were peering down at him was enough to drive him insane.

“You can’t do that,” comes her sultry voice, “How can it be a surprise if you didn’t keep your eyes closed?” he was feeling hot, he wanted to take off his shirt but was too busy clenching the couch’s fabric to do anything else. “But I think I can let it go, after all Lieutenant, this is all for you.”

Oh he was going to die. Right now.

“Bea, baby…” he tried to follow her lips when her face neared his, but she pushed against his chest and kept him pressed against the couch.

“You know Lieutenant,” every time she said that his blood boiled, “I lied to you.” she whispers, leaning back to comb her fingers through her hair and toss it over her shoulder, her movements, just the way she was moving her hips when she talked was going to make him explode, “Because my dance class wasn't really zumba, or a workout class really..” His eyes follow the hands that drag from her hips to her nape, pulling her hair up only to let it drop in front of her face. “It was actually pole dancing.” his breathing hitched, his fingers digging harder on the couch cushions as he heard music playing, he honestly couldn’t care what sort of song it was, not when there was something else that got his attention. He could identify a beat, but not lyrics or anything like that. “Unfortunately, I can’t get a pole here but… that can be arranged in the near future.”

She’s going to fucking kill him. “Bea.” his pants were already bothering him, hell did he even have a condom saved up? His brain was going all over the place the more he looked at her swaying hips. When she turned around and dipped, giving him a full view of her ass he downright growled, “Bea, don’t do that.”

“Do what,Lieutenant?” there it was again, she knew exactly what she was doing. He widened his eyes when she dropped to her knees and crawled towards him, lips still red and eyelashes fluttering, stopping right between his parted legs “I just want to give you your Christmas’ gift, that’s all I want.” he couldn’t even come up with a response, he was just too fired up to figure out how to speak.

Bradley could handle Beatrice being bold, he loved when she was bold and acted up, but this was a completely different level. She was dripping sensuality, even more than normal. He feels her hands climbing up his legs then his thighs, slowly lifting herself to her knees so her lips were inches away from his, but she quickly avoided his closing mouth by trailing her lips up the sharp curve of his jawline until they reached his ear, “I just want you to feel good, Lieutenant. Isn’t that a great idea?” her tongue wetted the underside of his jaw, following the tendon with her teeth before she pulled back, “Do you want to take your shirt off–” he was pulling it off of him before she finished her question.

He tosses it somewhere he couldn’t care about, his chest expanding and relaxing with his eyes still on her. Beatrice’s face was flushed, severely so, but she was smiling, dragging her red lips down his chest and kissing the expanse of golden skin slowly, “Baby, fuck…” he mutters, feeling her mouth reach his jutted hip bones that peeked out from under his jeans, “God damn it,Bea.” he places his hands on top of his head, clenching his opposite wrist with his eyes still on her lowering form.

When she was face to face with his crotch, Bradley felt his heart stop, his chest was cooler in the areas she pressed open mouthed kisses and it seemed to get even colder when she looked up at him with the not so subtle bulge right in front of her eyes. She had never once got…that close before, to which he wasn’t complaining at all, “Brad,” she whispers, “Can I blow you?”

Oh my God.

“God, baby don’t ask me things–” he’s already unbuckling his belt with a velocity that nears feverish, the metallic sound of the buckle hitting her floor followed by the zipper “--you know it’s always yes when you ask, fuck.” he lifts his lower back off the couch so his jeans are now at mid thigh, with his black briefs being the only thing keeping him ‘clothed’. Rooster’s breathing was still heaving, his eyebrows furrowing and jaw going slack when he felt Bea’s lips touch him through his underwear.

It sent a jolt up his body immediately, his member twitching at the attention. A few more kisses were pressed over its length until her lips reached the elastic of his briefs, with her eyes still on his - her face kept on the red hues as before - she bit onto it to drag it down his legs, “Holy shit…” was all he could muster, automatically raising his butt from the couch so his briefs joined his jeans pooled at his feet.

Now nothing was hiding anything from her eyes, those big green eyes with dilated pupils staring back at him. The noise that came out of him when kissed right underneath the head shouldn’t be categorized as a humanly possible sound, it only got worse when her tongue flattened on the underside and she dragged it from base to tip in one full swip, “Jesus fucking Christ.” he has to clench his hands on the back of the couch, his stomach clenching as he feels her tongue wetting his member like it was a popsicle in a hot summer evening, “Fuck…Bea…baby…”

She smiles with her tongue still on his member, giving it one final lick and without breaking eye contact, she wraps her lips around the head. He immediately moans loudly, dropping his head on the headrest of the couch, whispering her name as the tongue that was licking him minutes ago was now swirling the flushed tip slowly, “Oh my God.” comes out broken and breathy out of his mouth, the same mouth that drops open in a silent moan when she takes more of him inside.

The muscles on his thighs are clenching as he tries to comprehend that his lovely, sweet and shy girlfriend was currently sucking him off wearing lingerie and making him question his own sanity. She’s slow at first, making sure she takes as much of him as she can, her eyes fluttering closed so her only focus is pleasing him right now, the movement was enough to make her breasts bounce ever so slightly inside the black lacy bra. Bradley clenched his teeth, groaning deeply with his hands about to rip her couch apart with how tight he was holding it, “Baby…” he whispers, licking his dry lips as he tries to form a coherent sentence, “Oh my God, Bea…fuck baby, you are so good.”

Her eyes open just an inch, just enough that he can see the green irises staring back at him, with her movements still slow but now he got her attention, “Such a pretty mouth you got too,” her cheeks darkened, he could see it even with the flickering Christmas lights, “Yeah, sucking me off so nice, aren’t you?” That seemed enough for Bea to moan quietly around him, something that undoubtedly made the whole experience better. He lowered one of his hands from the couch to gently tuck a strand of hair behind her ear, breathing deeply, trying his best to control his own body, “Do you like sucking my cock, baby? Hm?”

Again another moan and she nods, speeding her movements a little bit, the feeling of her tongue around him was going to drive him insane. Bradley kept his eyes on her, watching her comb her brown hair to the side so it wouldn’t be a nuisance, “God, Bea, I fucking love your mouth,” those red lips stained his member just a bit, just enough to have a ring of red around it “I don’t love it more–” his breathing hitches at a particular hard suck, voice returning much quieter “-- more than your pussy though, they are both…fuckin’ perfect…” she hums around him again, clearly enjoying the dirty talk, moaning as the hand that tucked the hair behind her ear lands on the back of her head.

He doesn’t force her down, he just keeps it there, feeling the brown tresses press against his fingers. His groaning and sighing, followed by the soft wet sounds coming from her mouth were the only sounds they could hear, the music no longer important for either of them. His hips rising to meet her mouth, combing her hair back with mouth parted in a moan, “Mm, baby…baby you are so fucking good, God, I fucking love you so much.” he growls, licking his lips to roll them inside his mouth when he felt he was close to bursting it, which he didn’t want to, not yet.

Beatrice met his eyes again, still extremely nervous but excited at the same time, when her mouth relaxed and she lowered her mouth enough for her nose to touch the base of his member. Bradley’s eyes widened and he dropped his head back against the headrest, throat exposed and glistening with sweat, “Holy shit.” his body was telling him to let it go but his brain was telling him to wait or else he wouldn’t be able to go on…and he wanted to go on, “Baby, baby,” he pushes her shoulder, breath shaking when she slowly pulls away, keeping the tip inside her mouth still, “...Jesus Christ, Jesus fucking Christ, as much as I love having you sucking me, if we continue…I might not be able to enjoy the rest of my gift, right?”

She blinks up at him, watching his chest heave as he tries to hold himself back, but then she hums in agreement which is enough to make a full body shudder dart all over him. She finally pulls him off her mouth with a light ‘pop’, licking her lips that were now a lighter shade of red than before since a good amount of her lipstick was around him. Bradley needed a moment, his dick was still twitching and asking for a second round but he had to wait, he wanted much more, “Fuck.” he mumbled, cupping her chin and rubbing her lower lip, watching with half lidded eyes when she opens her mouth so he could slide his thumb inside, just the feeling of her tongue around the digit was enough to make him curse, “Fuckin’ shit, you and your fucking mouth will be the death of me.”

Beatrice laughs around his finger, slowly pulling her head back so he could drag his thumb down her lip enough to expose the fleshy pink underside. “C’mere.” he murmurs, “I just have to check my pockets, because we need a condom.” but Beatrice just stood to her feet, kicking the heels off and smiling down at him, pushing his pants away. He frowns, still panting and looking up at her, “Bea? You have any?” because why else would she do that?

“Well,” she drawled out the word, “Actually a few weeks ago,” she says as she places his hands on her hips, humming happily when they immediately drop to her butt, “I went to a clinic and got myself a birth control shot. The lady said it lasts three months.” Rooster stops moving, but she hears his breathing hitch before he slowly tilts his head to meet her eyes, his own eyes completely black because of his dilated pupils.

“...are you serious?” was what he finally mustered up after seconds of silence. She nods, biting her lower lip, “Are you actually serious? We don’t have to use a condom?”

“No.” she says, rubbing the side of his face, “No condom.”

She could see his eyes move away from her in thought, but returning with so much fire she felt she’d be burned alive,”God fucking damn it, I fucking love you.” and he swings her over his shoulder as if she weighed nothing - which to him was pretty much like that - before running up to her bed, dropping her onto it carefully before kissing her ferociously. Beatrice moans into his mouth, wrapping her arms around his neck as he runs his hands over her curves, breaking the kiss to drop his mouth down on her throat, “Baby, as much as I love this outfit on you,” he mutters between wet kisses, “I’m naked and you are not and that bothers me greatly because I don’t want to rip this.” he slides his hands under her body until he finds the latch that kept her bra closed, smirking in triumph when it opens and leaning back to pull it off of her, “God, you have amazing tits.”

Beatrice’s moans only get louder when he bites her nipple gently, not enough to bruise it but definitely enough to give her a shock of surprise when he does so, repeating the motion with its twin before he leans back to look at the waist garter, running his big hands over the delicate fabric, “Do you need help?” she asks sweetly but she already feels him unbuckling the little latches that kept the stockings up her thighs, “I guess not.” Bradley just gives her a quick look of amusement, grabbing both the garter and her panties and tugging it down her legs until they were finally off her body as well.

“Turn around.” he says in a quiet voice, making Beatrice blink up at him, “Roll on your stomach.” he’s already grabbing her hips to turn her around himself if she’s not quick enough, but she eventually does and gives him a look over the shoulder “Open them.” oh she likes this Bradley a whole lot.

“What are you planning, Lieutenant Bradshaw?” but she does parts her legs a bit, squeaking when he suddenly grabs the flesh of her thighs and opens them even more. His hands go back to her ass where he kneads the flesh with a happy hum, Beatrice dropping her head onto the mattress with a sigh when she feels his fingers prodding her entrance, “Brad–”

“Oh, no, no.” he tuts, moving his fingers slowly inside of her, “It’s Lieutenant for you, pretty girl. Such a naughty little recruit, sucking your superior off like that and getting so wet while doing it.” Beatrice whimpers louder when she feels her own wetness sliding out of her and wetting the bed, “Yeah, you know that’s a rule you just can’t break.” he moves his fingers up until he feels that specific spot inside of her, the one that makes Beatrice moans loudly against her sheets, “But now you did and I’ll have to punish you because of that.”

Oh.

Oh that was new.

But she couldn’t comment on it since he sped his hand inside of her, his chest pressing against her back so he could whisper in her ear, “Hear that?” there was the obvious squelching sound coming from her, her cheeks turning crimson red, “You got so wet just sucking me off, pretty girl. Just sucking me off, fuck.” his fingers moved even faster inside of her and Beatrice tried to keep up with her own hips so she could get her own release, the pressure building inside of her, “You love it don’t you?”

“Yes…”

“Yes what, baby? Use your words, use that pretty mouth of yours.”

“Y-Yes Lieutenant Bradshaw.” she gasps, curling her fingers on the sheets “B-Brad, please…!” It wasn't going to take long with how he was moving his fingers inside of her, nor how his index finger traveled down just enough to rub her clit to help her out, his heavy breathing still hitting the cartilage of her ear. Her scream is muffled by the mattress when her orgasm hits, his fingers still moving inside, feeling her channel twitch around them with the fluids wetting his palm and dribbling out by his knuckles before falling on the bed.

He gives her a few seconds, her back expanding with the deep breaths she was taking and her legs still shivering because of her orgasm. Beatrice whimpers when he pulls out his fingers, licking them clean even if she couldn’t exactly see it since her eyes were closed, “Baby?” he asks softly, using his clean hand to move some hair out of the way and check on her heavy breathing form, “You okay?”

Her response was a shuddering breath, but she smiles, “I’m fine…” she says, cracking her eye open to meet his face hovering close by, “I’m perfectly fine.”

“Good, because we aren’t even half done.” she doesn’t know how he does it, but he managed to slip the stockings off her legs much faster than she thought possible, “I’d hate to rip those too, you know?” is all that he says when she gives him a look, before his hand swoops down to spank her left buttcheek and his eyes focus on the flesh jiggling because of the impact.

He leans down to kiss her lower back, lips traveling down to the curve of her bottom where he digs his teeth into, this time marking her skin, “Hm, fuck you have a nice ass.”is what he says when he pulls his head back to slap the other ass cheek, this time earning a moan from his girlfriend. Bradley licks his lips, rubbing the red bruised flesh of her bottom before he leans forward once more, this time moving his hand between them so he could angle himself for the first time without a condom. “I love you.” he whispers against her skin, the supple flesh of her ass cushioning his navel as he pushes forward, the slickness from before making his entrance easier.

“I love you too–!” she gasps, her oversensitive state making her see stars behind her eyelids, he’s holding himself up by his arms, moving his hips in and out of her in a vagarous speed, lips only dropping to press wet kisses across her shoulders, “Brad…oh my God…” she never thought that the lack of condom would change much, it doesn’t a lot to be completely honest but it does feel…raw in a way, raw and completely free. She moans again when his hips push forward one more time, their skins covered in sweat making the skin of his thighs and navel stick against hers every once in a while, the sound adding to the sensuous groaning from the two of them.

“You are so fuckin’ wet.” he says digging his hands between the mattress and Beatrice’s body so he could cup her breasts. When that wasn’t enough he adjusted his knees so he could have enough space to pull the two of them up without pulling out of her. Beatrice moan at the change of position and angle, her back touching his chest as his hands kept fondling her chest, his mouth open and breathing hot air against her jawline, “Fuck…Bea…”

She nods without even knowing what he’s going to tell her, her own hips moving back to meet his as one of her hands travels back to run her fingers through his hair. Their movements never stopping, his thrust deep and slow, he just wanted to savor this, this amazing woman and her amazing gift to him. Only Bea would think about something like this. “Brad…” she whispers, “You can…move faster…please.” she also grabs one of his hands from her breasts and drags it down until he’s touching her pubic mound, “Please…”

He huffs out a laugh against her neck, “When you ask me like that,” he slides his middle finger down to her clit, giving it a swipe that was enough for Beatrice to breathe out a loud moan, “How can I say no? You know it’s always yes for you, pretty girl.” he finishes his sentence by speeding up his hips and his hand, his girlfriend’s moans getting higher, breasts bouncing alongside his thrusts, “Yeah you know I– I can’t choose between your mouth and your pussy.” a clench around him and another moan rips out of her, “Both are so fucking great taking my cock.”

“B-Brad!!” she tosses her head over his shoulder, exposing her flushed neck for his hungry mouth to bite and suck onto as his thrusts intensified, the slapping of skin mixing with their moans “Brad, don’t stop!!”

“I won’t, you know I won’t.” he mutters as he drags his mouth to her ear, licking the skin below her earlobe, “Are you going to cum, pretty girl? Hm? Going to cum all over my cock?” Beatrice’s response was a high pitched moan and her hips trying to keep up with his, “Fuck when you fucking move like that, I don’t think I can last much longer either baby.” her next words almost took the air out of him.

“Inside,” she breathes out, “C-Cum inside.”

Bradley felt like he was either dreaming or hallucinating, or both. Because there was no way she just asked that…how strong was that birth control shot? Was it even wise? No matter his hips immediately sped up when she asked him to do that, nor how his own groans got louder, “B-Bea, is i-it safe??” he didn’t know how he managed to speak with how quick he was moving. His girlfriend just nodded with her choppy moans working as her reply to him, her body immediately stilling with a long scream ripping out of her throat when her second orgasm of the night hit.

Add that to her request minutes earlier and he was a goner as well, he rushed after his own release and for the first time he climaxed inside of her without a condom, his groans deep and louder than usual with his hips stuttering with aftershocks. Both of them feel deliciously spent, so they don’t hold back the fall on the bed, dropping to lie on their sides breathing heavily with Bradley’s arms still around Beatrice, “..holy shit..” he whispers between panting, “Holy shit that was good.”

“Yeah…” she replies, still sensitive from her orgasm, “It was really good…” with enough force she turned her head enough to look back at him, “Did you…like it?” she asks through heavy breathing, skin flushed a lovely shade of red.

Bradley chuckles in disbelief, “I loved it.” he says, leaning closer to her shoulder to kiss “Best Christmas gift I ever got.” he murmurs, his breathing and heart calming down, “Are you sure…it was safe for us to do it without extra protection?”

“I asked the lady at the clinic,” she begins, “She said to not worry because the…thing…prevents pregnancy.” her mind was a bit muddled to remember the specific scientific terms the lady used.

Rooster hums, nuzzling her skin with a smile, still inside of her and not having it in himself to move. “Good…good…” he props his chin on the curve of her shoulder, meeting her green eyes with a smile, “Thank you…this was the best Christmas I had in ages.”

Beatrice smiles tiredly, bringing her hand up to caress his cheek, “You are welcome, Brad. You really are.” she knew he wasn’t talking only about her gift and it warmed her heart. Eventually he pulled out, watching Beatrice rush to her bathroom to clean herself as he lied on her bed, rubbing his hands over his sweaty face with the same boyish smile on his lips. Yeah. he thought I’m going to marry this woman.

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