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hugshughes · 9 months

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cardigan J. Drysdale

Jamie Drysdale x fem!reader

synopsis - when you and jamie get married you can’t help but look back on every single memory, good and bad, that led you two to this moment.

wc - 2.5k

contains - honestly mostly fluffy, some angst flashbacks but it’s a cute fic mostly, cursing, shouting, kissing, oh reader has a sister who is her maid of honor, i think that’s it (as always lmk!!)

an - i was about to post this yesterday but i fell asleep sorry lol. i’ve had this practically done for like a week but i kept thinking it wasn’t good enough. im actually really excited for this one! i might’ve not made Jamie and bad as James is but we all know Jamie would never do anything like James so. i love the folklore triangle SO SO MUCH (betty especially my favorite) so this one was so fun to write! i hope you love it!

Today was the best day of your life, your wedding day. You married your best friend since 8th grade, Jamie. You were finally Mrs. Drysdale, Jamie had been waiting for this moment since he realized he was going to marry you in his senior year of high school.

The ceremony was absolutely gorgeous, Jamie cried during your first look and then again when you came down the aisle. He looked perfect, a navy blue suit matching the color of the ribbon on your bridesmaid's bouquets. Trevor was tearing up next to his best friend as you came down the aisle, his grey suit matching with the groomsmen.

Now Trevor’s suit jacket is long gone, thrown over his chair as he dances to an old 90s song in the middle of your reception hall. He had created a dance circle and brought most of your guests, even the elderly, into it. That was also where your husband was dragged to at the moment. Now you were sitting at your dinner seat, looking through the gift your sister gave you as she sat next to you.

Your sister had been your best friend since you were born, her being 3 years older than you. Now, she held your hand as you teared up turning the page of the photo book she’d made you.

vintage tee, brand new phone. high heels on cobblestones. when you are young they assume you know nothing.

The first picture there ever was of you and Jamie, sitting next to each other on your parents’ old couch, his arm wrapped cautiously around you at your 14th birthday party, when he was still just your friend boy. He’d gotten you a new shirt. Well, it was not new, but it was a thrifted vintage shirt you’d been looking for for months.

You’d also gotten a new iPhone 7, amazing at the time. It was a phone you texted Jamie on every night before bed, when during the school year you’d have to leave it on the counter of your kitchen till the next morning. It was crazy to think that those 2 little babies were married now.

sequin smile, black lipstick. sensual politics. when you are young they assume you know nothing.

You laughed at a different picture, remembering when you were almost 16, thinking you were hot shit with your dark lipstick at homecoming. Your beautiful boyfriend of over a year with his shining smile wrapped around your side.

You guys had shocked most when at 17 they asked how long you’d been together, and you guys answered with 2+ years. You guys were so young for how long you were committed to each other.

but i knew you, dancin’ in your Levi’s. drunk under a street light, i. i knew you.

You flipped a few pages, seeing a photo of you and Jamie (taken by your sister), slow dancing in the kitchen, him just in his jeans, bare back muscles on display in the photo. Another photo, you and Jamie, holding hands and running down the sidewalk of Anaheim, both quite tipsy as Trevor filmed you two, being the DD. It all was so surreal. You’re married, to Jamie, the boy you’d loved since forever.

hand under my sweatshirt. baby, kiss it better, i. and when i felt like i was an old cardigan, under someone’s bed. you put me on and said i was your favorite.

A picture of the night you and Jamie got back together. You had broken up for all of 2 and a half weeks when you were both 18. After almost 4 years of being together, it was overwhelming to think of him moving to Anaheim, so far from you.

He came to your place the night before he left, pleading with you to just try and make it work. It didn’t take much begging from him, you were always gonna be his. The way he made you feel, was like no other. His most special girl, as Jamie would put it.

The picture was a snap you’d sent to your sister, a selfie of you and Jamie both crying but laughing, with a caption “guess who’s fav couple is #backtogether!!!!” Your sister loved the photo so much, one of her favorites.

a friend to all is a friend to none. chase two girls, lose the one. when you are young they assume you know nothing.

A picture of you two when you were 16, he’d just won a game with his junior team and your moms needed a picture of you two together when he got off the ice. He’s still in all of his gear, you’re in one of his sweatshirts that had his name and number on the chest. His arm is around your waist, you’re both smiling from ear to ear with rosy cheeks. You remember that night, it was your first argument.

There were some girls, presumably player’s sisters, who were waiting around the locker room at the end of the game. Jamie was the first boy to come out of the lockers, and the girls decided to try and sink their teeth into him.

Jamie was trying to get them off of him, all he wanted was to see you. When you finally came over to the locker rooms, all you saw was Jamie with his back to you, and two girls rubbing his arms with big smiles on their faces, telling him how amazing he played.

If Jamie’s back hadn’t been turned from you, you would’ve seen his uncomfortable and upset face, and him telling them to get off of him. But you didn’t see that, what you did see broke your little 16-year-old heart.

You knew in the back of your head you probably should’ve waited to see what his reaction was but you couldn’t fight the ache in your chest when you saw it. You practically ran out to the car, texting your mom that you didn’t feel well and wanted to go home before your planned dinner with the Drysdale’s.

You got a few questions from your parents, but you just told them you felt sick. And you did, to be fair, just not in the way they assumed. Jamie texted, his parents told him how you felt sick and he was concerned. Your answers to his texts concerned him more though, you were being vague, a little mean, even. You’d avoided Jamie for almost a week before he came over when he knew you’d be home and questioned you.

His first thought was that you were really sick, but he also knew how you got when you were sick. If you were sick you always wanted Jamie however you could have him, in person, over text, on Facetime, anything. He knew it was something else. His suspicions were proven correct when he barged into your room, and you were lying on your bed texting, perfectly well.

He argued with you a little bit, just upset that you were telling him you were sick to not see him. He was almost embarrassed about it. When the truth finally came out, Jamie immediately softened, feeling bad that you thought he would give any girl other than you the time of day. When he told you what really happened, you felt so stupid. You apologized over and over. Jamie assured you he understood, but asked you to please tell him if something was ever bothering you.

but i knew you. playing hide-and-seek and giving me your weekends, i i knew you, heartbeat on the high line once in twenty lifetimes, i. and when i felt like i was an old cardigan, under someone’s bed. you put me on and said i was your favorite.

You were Jamie’s sanctuary, his place of peace when his world was upside down. Because of how long you’d known each other, you both could be kids again while together. Your moms bet that you would get married the minute they both found out you were dating. At 14, they both knew that you two were forever. They could see the soulmate connection you two have.

You made each other feel new, while also reminding each other of the good in the past. You came to every Otters game, then when he was drafted almost every Ducks game. Your parents weren’t skeptical even for a second when you said you were going to move to Anaheim and go to school there. They knew Jamie had you, and that you were in good hands.

to kiss in cars and downtown bars, was all we needed. you drew stars around my scars, but now i’m bleedin’.

Jamie had been there through everything. Every panic attack, every bad day, every fight with your parents. He was always there to hold you and whisper sweet nothings to you. He never expected anything from you except for your love, and that wasn’t a hard ask.

Jamie was the most loving and lovable person in the world. He knew what to say and when to say it. He was always able to make everything better, he was everything everywhere all the time.

cause i knew you, steppin’ on the last train. marked me like a bloodstain, i. i knew you. tried to change to the ending, Peter losing Wendy, i. i knew you. leavin’ like a father, runnng like water, i. and when you are young they assume you know nothing.

During those few months when you couldn’t tell what the future of your relationship looked like you were so scared. Pretty much everything you’d done in the past year or so had been for Jamie. Finding a school near Anaheim, moving across the country to Anaheim, trying to be the most supportive girlfriend you could.

Jamie was unlike himself for those months. You were scared the NHL would have forever changed the boy you fell in love with. He was just, different. You couldn’t tell if he was just getting older or if he felt like he had to act older to be respected in the league.

The night Jamie found you broken down is the night he realized he had almost ruined the one consistently good thing he had. He has apologized for weeks after, he felt so terrible and it made you feel even worse, seeing him tearing himself up over something you were past.

but i knew you’d linger like a tattoo kiss. i knew you’d haunt all of my what-ifs. the smell of smoke would hang around this long, ‘cause i knew everything when i was young. i knew i’d curse you for the longest time. chasin’ shadows in the grocery line. i knew you’d miss me once the thrill expired, and you’d be standin’ in my front porch light.

You knew no matter what happened to your relationship he would always be “the 1”. He had been your everything since you were 14 years old, there was no way you could ever get over him.

Jamie had realized his mistake of putting you on the back burner a few weeks before he was able to admit it. He had had a bad game, like really bad. He had multiple penalties, hadn’t done a great job leading the defense, or assisting the offense.

After the game, he was pissed with himself, but his best friend came over to him, patting him on the back and saying “Go home and relax. You’ve been so tense lately. Go be with your girl and chill, you definitely need it.”

It confused him, all season he’d been working harder and harder than ever before, and he assumed when all that work wasn’t helping, he had to push himself even more. He never realized that his best successes came from when he was relaxed when he had been talking to you before, when he could see you in the crowd.

You had come to as many games as you could all season. But one night, after a fight over God knows what, Jamie told you not to bother coming to his game the next night, and you hadn’t gone since.

Jamie had questioned his love for hockey at times during his rookie season. He’d even thought about what his life would look like without it. He never had to question one thing though, that you’d be there no matter what he did. He’d thought about his future, always just knowing you were gonna be there.

Jamie realized that you weren’t always gonna be there if he didn’t care for you like he should. He realized you could probably find another guy who would bend over backward to do everything you ever wanted for you. He realized he had to start doing that again, because you’d done everything for him in the past year, and never asked for anything in return.

and i knew you’d come back to me. you’d come back to me. and you’d come back to me. you’d come back.

You didn’t realize tears were running down your face until your sister wiped them away, tilting your head up to look at her. She then nodded to the side, and you followed her gaze, seeing your husband standing next to you. Your husband. His smile drops when he sees your tears.

“Hey woah baby, are you alright?”

You sniff and nod, laughing at yourself.

“Yes, just my stupid sister made me cry with her present.”

He laughed and shook his head at your sister, saying something about not making the most important girl of the night cry. Your sister stood up from her seat, going to pick up your niece who had fallen asleep at one of the tables. You turned back to Jamie after your sister had left, smiling at him with glossy eyes.

“You tired pretty?”

“A bit, but I guess I could dance with you a little more. At the end of the day, you are my husband.”

He nodded at you with amusement, letting out an “oh yeah?” and grabbing your hand to pull you from your seat, smashing his lips into yours. You held his face while he held your waist. You got a few whoops from your wedding party, calling you over to the dance floor, a Taylor Swift song had just come on, and Trevor was about to go crazy.

When you pulled away from each other, you both had the most lovesick smiles on your faces, intertwining hands and running over to the dance floor, jumping around with the people you loved most, shouting the lyrics to Cruel Summer.

Jamie was always gonna be yours, no matter what happened.

and when i felt like i was an old cardigan, under someone’s bed. you put me on and said i was your favorite.

i’m making a taglist for this if anyone would like that! comment or send an ask if you’re interested!

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teddie-bear420 · 4 months

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tier list

OPINONS UNDER THE CUT

warning this is super long and ranty but does have some silly doodles ill post else where :)

-teddie bear 420

I have had several dreams about vaggie and lute and alastor, they plage my every waking moment. one was me going to smooch city with alastor (very scary that man does not wash his teeth). the others vaggie just shows up sometimes

really liked vaggie in her angel flash back, her hair cut was so cute, not a fan she still has pink eye but what eves. I LOVE HER PONY TAIL THO, give my girl better hair styles!!!

do you think theyve explored each others bodies?

I hated lute at first cuz, just look at her. you could get snow blindness with how white that woman is oh my lord. but once the 8th episode rolled around with hot women fighting my brain kinda clicked on for our old second in command. i keep going back to her in my brain and slowly morphing her into a heart broken lesbian who has a superiority complex and bullies her crush and then moves on to having a sugar mama situation ship with Lilith.

alastor is just so fun and silly, and there's this one x reader fic that ive made fan art of, you've all seen it. i just love this guy but i like to imagine he's a woman just for me :)

i understand why he is a fan favorite

i love charlies look but i hate how childish she is, like girl you are like 24 kill your friends pimp. nifty molly emily are all so cute and i enjoy looking at them. cant wait for the nifty episode (delusional)

i do love nifty more than the rest of these ones tho. i see lots of folks talking about how nifty is alastors daughter or angel dusts little baby daughter SHUT UP

SHES 25 YEARS OLD AND MURDERED HER HUSBAND IN HER SLEEP. NIFTY CALLED ALASTOR OVER TO HAVE THEIR LUNCH DATE AND HIDE THE BODY!!!

OK maybe nifty lives in my dreams too

do you think theyve explored each others bodies?

mimzy makes me mad cuz the show hated having her there clearly, like why is she the only fat person in hell. dont worry girl, I'll appreciate you once again i have to make alastor a dyke for my own sanity

do you think they-

lilith and rosie are good to look at, i like how rosie talks and her showtunes, god i love her show tunes. pentious is the only yellow dude in hell. velvete looks like ass most of the time but I LOVE A BAD BITCH

like i said, no strong feelings

ok most of these dudes are too ugly or too annoying and i hate when they are on screen, lucifers pants are his skin, angel dust has the worst fashoin sense ever UGHS I HATE HIM WHERE ARE HIS TITS WAAAAAA

also i love that her name is sarah, thats such a basic name, like i can type alastor x reader and theres a bunch of results but if i typed sarah x reader, shes no where :(

also shes got that mlp horse face going on i love it

i despise carmilla carmine, i hate her dumb horns, i hate her unnamed daughters, i hate her skirt, i hate her song, i hate her blazed ass eyes, i hate her long hair

vox just looks bad i cant lie

OK ADUM MAKES ME SO MAD HE SHOULD HAVE BEEN JACK BLACK WE SHOULD HAVE SEEN HIM BEING A FAT BASTARD CUZ I WAS CONVINCED HE WAS ANOTHER SKINNY TWINK also i am an anti shipper when it comes to adum x lute cuz that shit is weaaaak. he is so mean to her and not in a hot way, adum is some incel and lute is a goddess

yeah, #adumisoverparty 2024 the most divorced man in heaven

i can not wait for season two dude, im so pumped

#teddz stuff #hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel critical #alastor #vaggie #nifty hazbin hotel #angel dust #hazbin hotel husk

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alwaysonthemend · 1 year

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Ménage a Quatre

Author’s Note: Requested by @ignite-my-fire , this fic was an absolute delight to write. It’s way longer than I had initially planned so sorry for the delay. I think this is the fic that’s officially making me go to hell but I’d say it’s fucking worth it because damn was this fun to write. I hope you all enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it. Sorry for any typos/mistakes! Please note, there is no slash in this fic, as this is not Alabama. (I can make that joke because I was born there)

Summary: You’ve known the Kiszkas for practically their entire lives. Your friendship with them is a little unique given that you’ve slept with all three of them over the years, but you never made it official with any of them. You figure it’s just a matter of time before they find out the truth and you know that once they do, you’ll probably never hear from any of them ever again. They're just about to finish up the last leg of tour and you discover that it’s actually quite the opposite.

Content Warnings: Fem!reader, forgive me father for I have sinned. Foursome. Cussing, dirty talk, name calling, oral sex (male and female receiving), fingering, hand jobs, unprotected sex. Overall just very dirty. Needless to say, 18+ MINORS DNI (plz)

Word Count: 5056

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These situations were rarely ever simple. And yours is extra complicated given that you’d been friends with the Kiszka brothers for most of their lives. You’d met them all the way back in middle school when you’d shared a class with Sam. He had invited you over to his house to hang out and, as the years passed, you became good friends with Jake and Josh as well. You had been with them for all of it – from their first few band practices in the garage to Greta Van Fleet becoming famous. And somehow, they still considered you family, despite their newfound rockstar status.

It started, you suppose, with Sammy. Since you two are the same age, he’d always been the one that you considered yourself closest to. And sure, you couldn’t deny that you found him attractive, especially as he grew into the man he is now. And he’d always been the one that you figured you might have a shot with. He’d been your first kiss in the 8th grade, and he’d been the one to take your virginity after a drunken homecoming party your senior year. And though it had been incredible, and the two of you slept with each other a few more times that summer, you had never made it official.

Things changed though when you were a sophomore in college and Josh had come alone to visit you. The thing about Josh is that he always comes across as a little flirty, and you had never paid it any mind. But during that particular visit, the banter back and forth between the two of you had been at an all time high. Little touches of his would linger, and you would often catch him staring at you as you passed. Inevitably, you fell into bed with him – just as you had with Sam years before. It was incredible. Josh is a giving lover (just as you always assumed he’d be) and your time together that night haunted your dreams for months after he left. You’d always had a little crush on Sam, but suddenly you found yourself looking at Josh in a brand new light. You felt terribly guilty and chalked it up to the Kiszka charm and did your best to push the both of them from your mind.

And then came your graduation party. Josh, Jake, and Sam – along with all of your other friends and family were present. The night was full of excitement and catching up and plenty of alcohol to go around. You would blame that alcohol for a long time for what happened. Sleeping with the third Kiszka brother was, you insisted to yourself, merely a result of drinking way too much. Jake was nothing like Josh or Sam. He was dominant, commanding. And you loved every minute of it. His fingers were fucking magical, calloused and talented, and he had brought you to the edge so many times you had lost count. And as you laid there that night, head resting on his shoulder as he slept, you realized that you were completely, irrevocably, and utterly fucked.

Sleeping with your childhood best friend was one thing, but fucking both of his older brothers was a whole other problem. The guilt ate away at you, consuming your thoughts and souring any moment you shared with them. And the worst part of it was, you couldn’t really make yourself regret any of it. All three of them had given you nights that you would never forget, and any other man you tried to sleep with paled in comparison. You couldn’t even pleasure yourself without your mind drifting to those nights – imagining the way Sam thrust into powerfully, or the way Josh ate you out like a man starved, or the way Jake had stared into your eyes has he edged you for what felt like the millionth time. You’d had a taste of the talented Kiszka brothers, and you were hungry for me – no matter how wrong it was.

The years passed and, despite your best efforts, you slept with them all a handle of times each. And each and every time the guilt chipped away at you, eating away at your thoughts constantly. You never said a word to any of them about the whole situation, and as the years passed it got harder and harder to think of a way to bring it up to them. Eventually, you just accepted that one day they’d all find out and your friendship with the Kiszkas would be ruined forever and that there was nothing you could really do about it. The best you could do was enjoy each encounter as much as you could and be thankful while it lasted.

But things would soon change for all four of you. The release of the Battle at Garden’s Gate and the beginning of the Dreams in Gold Tour changed your world completely. The first leg had been brutal as you hardly got to see the boys at all. On one of the few instances in which they were all at home, taking a break, Sam had approached you with an offer you couldn’t refuse.

“Y/n,” He’d said one day whilst the two of you were sitting at the table eating a light lunch, “how would you feel about coming with us for this last leg of the tour?”

Your eyes had grown comically large and you stared at him.

“I mean, ya! I’d love to but… why?” You wrung your hands together, nervous. “I mean, I FaceTime you guys all the time. It’s not like we never get to talk when you’re on tour.”

“I know.” Sam had said, eyes staring at you intently. “But the truth is… I miss the way we used to be.” He glanced down, suddenly bashful. “I miss the nights we used to have together and I thought that maybe, if you were on tour with us, we could do it again.”

The panic that washed over you had been unlike anything you’d ever felt before. The back of your neck grew hot as the guilt that you thought you had escaped reared its ugly head ten fold. The fear must have shown on your face because Sam was quick to backtrack.

“It’s okay if you don’t want to! I… I just thought I’d ask.”

“It’s not that, Sammy. I want to. Of course I want to. It’s just…” You trailed off, desperately trying to come up with a reason other than the terrible truth. You couldn’t think of anything.

“Sam, there’s no way for me to tell you this without sounding like the worst fucking person on the planet, and I hope we can still be at least sort of friends after I tell you… but I understand if you decide against ever talking to me ever again because-”

“Y/n.” Sam silenced your rambling. “I know. We all know.”

You stared, unbelieving.

“Know what?” It couldn’t be true.

“Do you really think three brothers aren’t going to brag to each other about sleeping with the hottest fucking girl we know?” He laughed and took a sip of his drink. “Granted, we didn’t immediately know we all were talking about the same one but… once we did, none of us really cared.”

Your jaw fell open as you stared at him. Your brain was barely processing the words he was saying. They had known? All these years? And not one of them had thought to mention it to you…

“And… you’re all, you know… okay with it?” You asked in a shaky voice.

“Duh. I’m not the only one who wants you on tour with us. Josh and Jake both wholeheartedly want you there with us, too.” He watched your face morph from emotion to emotion – from panic, fear, confusion, and finally doubt. “I promise y/n. We’re all cool with it. I wouldn’t have asked you to come along with us if we all hadn’t talked about it first. So,” He spread his arms wide and grinned at you, “What'll it be, y/n?”

And that’s how you found yourself traveling the world with Greta Van Fleet, spending your nights partying with them and sleeping with them whenever they pleased. It was weird at first, having sex with each of them whilst knowing that they all knew, but eventually the oddness faded. Sam, Jake, and Josh were the handsomest fuckers to ever walk the planet, and you were lucky enough to be able to have all three of them. And to be honest, you were having the time of your fucking life.

As time passed, the whole situation began to feel a little less strange. Granted, your situation was anything but normal – but you found yourself and the Kiszkas enjoying life far more than you had been before. There was never any weirdness or animosity between you all – much to your relief. Even if one of them walked in on you with another, there were never any hard feelings. Usually just a smirk and an apology, often accompanied by a laugh as they exited the room. The life became normal – despite being so atypical, and time flew by. Before you all knew it, the tour was drawing to a close.

It was the night of the last show. The boys had absolutely killed it out on stage (just like they always did) but there had been something particularly special about their performance this time. Sam had looked downright ethereal out on stage, effortlessly playing the best he had all tour. Josh’s vocals had been heavenly, and the raw emotion that he was feeling at the end of the tour had been evident – making his singing even more powerful than usual. And Jake’s last Weight of Dreams solo had been mesmerizing, his mannerisms becoming practically feral by the end as he basically fucked his guitar on stage. By the end, you excused yourself to your hotel room, completely wound up after the show. You needed some relief, and you didn’t care which of them it was. At this point, you just needed whoever showed up at your door first. They all had their own spare key, so you were sure it was a race of who could get here first.

It was Jake that made it first. You heard the door unlock and he strode across the room quickly, wrapping his arms around you and pressing a hot kiss to your neck. He was still sweaty and warm against you, and you could easily feel his cock through his stage pants. You turned in his grasp to face him, pressing your lips to his in a needy kiss.

“You looked incredible out there tonight, Jakey.” You said between kisses. He chuckled as he detached himself from you to close the door behind himself.

“Thank you, y/n. Got myself a little worked up.” He turned back around and gave you a pointed grin.

“Oh?” You asked, walking slowly over to the bed. “Something I can help with?”

Jake let out a growl deep in his chest as he wasted no time in stripping his stage clothes, tossing them to the floor in a heap. He walked confidently over to you, threading his fingers through your hair and pulling your head back to expose your throat.

“You know exactly what I need, sweet girl.” He released you. “Strip.” He ordered, and you quickly complied, almost falling over in your haste to rid yourself of your own clothes.

Once free of your clothes, you crawled onto the bed and leaned back, hair splayed out like a halo around your head. You let your legs fall apart, giving Jake a clear view of your glistening folds.

“Well then,” You said, eyes hooded and heart racing, “come and take it.”

Jake wasted no time before jumping onto the bed, the springs creaking as his weight settled. He dove between your thighs, licking a stripe up your pussy. You threw your head back and moaned loudly, uncaring if anyone heard you. Jake began to eat you out like he was a starving man given his first meal, and he quickly had you spewing curses and moans loudly. So loud, in fact, that neither of you heard the door to the room open and close.

“God damn, she is a fucking sight to behold.” Your eyes snapped open at the sound of Josh’s voice. Jake detached himself from your dripping cunt, turning to give his twin a smirk.

“Don’t stop on my account, brother.” Josh said grinning, eyes still trained on your pussy. “Do you mind if I join in on the fun? It is the last show and all…”

They both were looking at you now, and neither of their gazes were demanding. Truly, it was your choice, and you knew that you could say ‘no’ without either of them becoming upset. You thought for a moment, weighing the idea in your mind. Though you’d been sharing them the whole time, none of you had ever crossed the line of sharing at the same time. But you’d be a big fat liar if you said you hadn’t imagined it before – secret, dirty dreams in which you got to have all three of them at once. And well, two out of three ain’t bad.

“I’d love for you to join.” You said, voice still a little shaky from Jake’s earlier attention.

“You sure?” Jake asked, placing a warm palm on your thigh. “It’s okay if you say no.”

“No hard feelings at all, love. Promise.” Josh added, giving you a sweet smile.

“I’m sure. Promise.” You echo Josh’s words and both of their smiles grow.

“Perfect.” Josh said, already beginning to step out of his jumpsuit. He lets it pool around his feet before stepping out of it and you can’t help but moan at the sight of him. Jake brings his mouth back down on your throbbing cunt, and you clench your eyes shut and groan loudly. You feel the bed dip next to you as Josh climbs in, leaning down to press wet kisses to your tits.

“Sammy’s gonna be so jealous that he’s missing out.” You sigh, fighting to keep your voice from cracking.

“Mmm. Probably.” Josh agrees, before swirling his tongue around one of your hard nipples. You moan loudly as Jake suckles on your clit for a moment before sitting up. His face is wet with your juices and he wipes his mouth with the back of his hand.

“Do you want me to text him?” Jake asks quietly, and Josh sits up as well. “Only if you’re comfortable, of course.” Jake hastily adds. “Two is one thing. All three might be the death of you.” He grins and Josh scoffs at him.

“There were probably a million better ways you could have phrased that.” You laugh at Josh’s comment and Jake gives you both a joking scowl.

“Yeah, probably.” You pause again, gathering your racing thoughts. This whole night is becoming a wet dream come true. “Text him, Jake.”

He nods and rises from the bed to extract his phone from the pile of clothes on the floor by the door. He taps his fingers quickly across the screen.

“He was waiting just down in the lobby bar.” He says, clicking his phone off and lying it back on top of his clothes. “He was gonna wait for his turn.” He chuckles as he returns to the bed.

It doesn’t take long for the door to open again, and Sam enters the room. His hair is framing his pretty face beautifully and you lick your lips at the sight of him.

“Hey, Sammy.” You whisper, eyes dark and chest flushed with excitement. He’s only wearing his stage pants and you can see his cock straining beneath them.

“Hey, y/n.” He says, walking over to the side of the bed.

The three brothers look to each other, eyes dancing back and forth amongst themselves, almost as if they’re carrying a conversation with each other. Knowing them and their close bonds, they probably are.

“Well,” Josh finally says, voice horse and gruff, “a menage a quatre it is, then.” He grins and Sam and Jake do the same, before all of their eyes turn to you. You gulp. You feel like prey, being stalked through the woods by a pack of wild animals. And in a sense, you are. This whole experience with them has been eye opening, as you’ve learned more about yourself and what you like than ever before. Sam, Josh, and Jake have given you a freedom that you’ve never had before, and one that you probably won’t have again.

‘Tonight, pretty girl,” Sammy whispers, “you’re ours.” He says, tracing a finger along the curve of your jaw.

“All ours, my dear.” Josh murmurs as he leans down, ghosting his lips over your skin and leaving a trail of goosebumps.

Jake roughly grips the meat of one of your ass cheeks and squeezes, calloused fingers digging into your flesh.

“And you’re gonna fucking take it however we want it.” He says, eyes dark and sparkling.

You swallow thickly and nod your head wordlessly, senses already overwhelmed and every nerve in your body on fire. Sam slides his pants down and off him, allowing his hard cock to spring free. He climbs onto the bed and settles onto his knees by your feet. You turn your head to watch him, entranced by the grace of his movements. In your peripheral you see Josh’s curly head descend upon your skin, leaving wet, hot kisses on your neck. He nips and bites as he goes, drawing breathy little moans from you.

“So pretty like this, baby girl.” He says as he licks into your mouth, tongue plunging into you to explore. He swallows your moan as Sam takes over from Jake earlier, lapping between your folds and circling your clit with the tip of his tongue.

“Oh, fuck.” You whine, tossing your head back as Josh brings his mouth back to your tits while one hand tweaks your other nipple. He wraps his free hand around his cock and begins to fuck into his own hand.

“Such pretty noises.” He moans around your breast.

“Such pretty lips, too.” Jake says, sinking to his knees above your head, looking down on you as his hair falls around his face. “Bet they’d look so nice wrapped around my cock.”

“She’s a little slut for sucking cock, Jake.” Sam says, rising briefly from your cunt and your pussy clenches at the loss of stimulation.

Jake grips your jaw with his hand and forces it open before sliding his hard length into your waiting mouth. You relax your tongue and swallow him down deep as you can go and hollow your cheeks. He fucks into your mouth and you can only watch as his eyes fall closed and he throws his head back in pleasure.

Without warning, Sam plunges two fingers into you, stroking your walls with a ‘come here’ motion. You moan and almost choke around Jake’s cock, but you push through it and your eyes water with the effort. Your every sense is overwhelmed as Josh nips and bites at your tits. Jake’s moans and grunts as he fucks into your mouth are fucking pornographic and Sam’s fingers are quickly guiding you onto the edge.

You reach your right hand out blindly, finding Josh’s hand where he’s stroking himself. You swat it away, relying only on your peripheral to see. You begin to pump his cock for him instead and he lets out a loud groan.

“See that, Jake?” He says through clenched teeth. “Letting you fuck into her mouth and jacking me off at the same time… Such a talented little whore.”

You moan at his words and the vibration makes Jake moan as well. He pulls his cock from you and a string of saliva falls from your lips.

“Mmm.” He nods, brushing your sweaty hair from your forehead. “Such a good girl.” Jake observes you with dark eyes as you practically writhe on the bed. He can tell that you’re about to cum all over Sam’s fingers and yet you’re still giving Josh the handjob of his life.

“Cum for me, y/n.” Sam demands, pumping his fingers in and out of you at a brutal pace. “Cum on my fingers.” And that’s all it takes for the coil in your belly to snap. Your hand drops from Josh’s dick as your mouth drops open and you let out a wail as you ride through the pleasure.

“Fucking gorgeous.” Josh whispers, watching you fall apart. When you finally come down, you're met with all the Kiszkas looking at you like you’re the only girl in the whole world. And to them, you are. You’re struck again by the craziness of the situation you’ve found yourself in, surrounded by the three most attractive men you’ve ever met, all willing to share in your pleasure.

“Get on your hands and knees.” Sam commands, snapping you back into the moment.

You scramble up from your lying down position and do as you're told, sinking to your hands and knees in the middle of the bed. It creaks loudly as you let your weight settle, making sure to stick your ass up in the air to give them a show.

“Always so fucking eager to please…” Jake mutters approvingly, giving your ass an appreciative squeeze before sliding underneath you on his back. In this position, his hard cock rests at attention between your breasts and his mouth is right beneath your dripping pussy. You rest your forearms on either side of his hips and lick his cock, swirling your tongue around the head. He hooks his arms around your thighs and pulls you down so that you're sitting on his face. He plunges his tongue into you, moving in and out slowly.

Josh rises from his place by your side and scoots over so that he’s directly behind you. Sitting up on his knees, he fucks into his own hand lazily as he admires the sight of your ass up in the air.

“You ready for my cock, baby?” He asks and you nod.

He slides into you in one long thrust, moaning loudly as he bottoms out.

“Shit!” You cry, the feeling of his cock stretching you coupled with Jake’s tongue is fucking overwhelming.

“Jesus, look at you.” Sam says, coming to rest at Jake’s feet.

“Lemme suck you off, Sammy.” You moan, looking up at him with hooded eyes.

“You guys hear that?” Sam says, chuckling darkly. “She wants to suck my cock.”

“Fuck, y/n,” Josh says, thrusting in and out of you. “You’re a fucking sight to behold. Jesus.”

“Since you asked so nicely.” Sam sits up and you open your mouth and wrap your lips around him. You hollow your cheeks and bob your head as much as you can. The pleasure washing over you is so intense you can hardly focus and drool is falling from the corners of your lips, but you keep going.

Jake suckles on your clit and you yelp around Sam’s cock, and Josh squeezes your ass cheeks as he pistons his hips in and out of you. Beneath you, Jake begins sliding his cock between your breasts, – never once letting up with his tongue, but still in desperate need for his own release. The sounds you’re making are making him feel fucking feral.

Sam moans as you suck him off, and he tangles his fingers in your hair as he begins to fuck into your mouth in earnest. His cock hits the back of your throat and he groans loudly. You’re wound so tight you can hardly fucking stand it and your second orgasm is quickly overtaking you. You pull off Sam’s cock for a moment, wailing loudly.

“I’m gonna fucking cum. Oh fuck.” The moan that falls from your mouth as you cum for the second time is high pitched and needy, and you’d probably be embarrassed if you weren’t so drunk on pleasure. Your mouth falls open in a perfect ‘o,’ and Sam takes the opportunity to thrust his cock back between your lips again. Your pussy clenches around Josh’s cock, pulling a loud moan from him and Jake laps at your release. You can feel his dick twitch between your breasts and he moans as he tastes you.

“Fuck, y/n. You’re so fucking tight.” Josh says through clenched teeth, and his chest is flushed as he continues to fuck into you. Jake plunges his tongue back between your folds, mercilessly swirling your clit and you whine loudly, dancing on the edge between pain and pleasure. You’re so overstimulated and tears leak from your eyes, but none of them let up. You moan around Sam’s cock and he groans loudly.

“You’re such a good whore for us, y/n. So fucking good.” You whine deep in your throat and clench your eyes shut. Between Josh’s cock and Jake’s tongue – not to mention the sounds that Sam is making, you feel like you could fucking explode.

“So good.” Josh pants. “And all ours.”

“Fuck I’m gonna cum!” Sam throws his head back and that’s all the warning you get before his release spills down your throat. You greedily swallow it all down and milk him for all he’s got. He pulls his cock from you with a pop and falls back against the headboard.

The sound of his release sends you spiraling into a third orgasm, this one quick and sharp and without warning. You wail loudly as it crashes over you, and you clench hard around Josh.

“Jesus, mama. Shit! So fucking tight. Gonna fucking cum. So fucking close.” His thrusts are sloppy and erratic, and it isn’t long before he reaches his own release, painting your walls with thick ropes of cum. The sound that falls from his lips is sinful, and your eyes roll back as Jake continues to eat you out. Jake is desperately rutting his dick up between your tits and you can tell he’s on the edge, but he’s not going to let himself fall off that crest without making you cum one more time. You need it so badly and your whole body feels like it’s on fucking fire.

“Come on, y/n.” Sam encourages, voice silky smooth. “One more.”

“You can do it, pretty girl. Come on. Let us see you fall apart one more time.” Josh says between shaky breaths, pulling his soft cock from your pussy.

You’re spewing profanities and whines and you're wailing their names as the coil in your belly somehow begins to tighten again. You have no idea what you’re saying and your vision is beginning to go black around the edges. With one last swirl of his tongue around your clit, Jake has you falling apart for the fourth time. Your eyes roll back in your head and you scream as you cum. You’re a babbling mess and the sight and sound of you makes Jake finally come apart himself. Ropes upon ropes of his cum paint your chest as he ruts his cock against your smooth skin and he moans your name loudly.

“Fuck, y/n!” He cries as he finally comes down from his high. He slides out from under you and you collapse onto the bed, completely and utterly spent.

Josh rises from the bed and hooks one arm beneath your knees and the other around your waist. He lifts you gently and Sam pulls the covers down to the foot of the bed. Josh lays you gingerly onto your back and wipes your hair from your face. You crack your eyes open at him.

“Hey, mama.” He says with a sweet smile. “You okay?”

You just hum and close your eyes again. Jake rises to grab a washcloth from the bathroom. He runs it under the warm water of the sink and brings it back over to the bed while Sam goes to grab you a glass of water. Jake cleans you up carefully, wiping the evidence of the night's activities from your skin. Josh helps you sit up and Sammy brings the glass to your lips and you take large, greedy gulps of it. When you’re finished, he places it on the nightstand.

“You did so good for us, baby.” Jake says, voice almost a whisper.

“So fucking good.” Josh murmurs as well, reaching down to grab his jumpsuit off the floor. He steps back into it and pulls it up, not bothering to zip it all the way. Jake does the same, pulling his pants on and grabbing his jacket and phone.

“Get some rest.” He says.

“Think I’m gonna sleep for a week.” You say tiredly, and the three of them laugh. “You were right, Jakey. All three of you was definitely the death of me.”

“A valiant and noble death, m’lady.” Josh says with a dramatic bow. You giggle at his perpetual goofiness.

“You guys have a good night.” Sam says, crawling into the bed and pulling the covers over you both. “I’ll take good care of her.”

“You better.” Jake says and points a finger at him. “She needs some good rest.”

“You kids be good.” Josh says, following Jake to the door to the hotel room. “I’ll have breakfast delivered to her in the morning.”

“What about me?” Sam said and you laughed at the indignation in his voice.

“You’re a big kid, Sammy boy.” Josh laughs and Jake rolls his eyes at the both of them. “I’m sure you’ll manage.”

The twins both give you soft, matching smiles before turning to open the door.

“Thank you.” You tell them.

Jake gives you a cheeky grin and a salute.

“Any time.” And with that, he disappears out the door.

“The pleasure was all mine, good lady.” Josh bowed once more and followed Jake, softly closing the door behind him.

“Are you sure you’re okay?” Sam says, extending his arm to turn off the light before settling back down.

“You kidding me?” You ask, lying your head down and practically sinking into the bed. “That was a wet dream come true.”

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Happy Friday, friends! I’ve never done monthly wrap ups before but since Wireless pulled me back from a brief hiatus, I thought it would be cool to share some things I’ve been reading, that could use more love. 10 fics both old and new, Drarry and rare pairs, Wireless treats; pick your poison and have fun! 🙌

Drarry

Muscle Memory by @corvuscrowned (E, 7k) - brilliant concept perfectly executed, I’m so here for curse-breaking colleagues who fuck at the job to pass time and then forget about it every time 🤌🏼 genius and intriguing and captivating as per crow’s usual

There's something just beneath the surface, just at the periphery of Harry's mind. They've been here before — they've done this before. If only he could remember it.

And Embers at Your Lips by @nametheshadows (T, 15k) - sequel to one of my all-time favorite 8th year fics with insomniac roommates just as soft and healing as LLAYF. Gorgeous prose and all the kissing. Highly rec this series for A+ comfort food!

The sequel to Like Lightning at Your Fingertips: the kissing montage. And there’s that thing with Potter’s magic.

Rich Friend, Anon (E, 18k) - one of my faves from Wireless, pop star!Draco never gets old and both the pacing and the romance are perfectly developed! I live for Harry’s horny yearning and for their road trip together, kudos to casual Harry/Neville as a side ship!

As far as Harry can tell, Draco Malfoy is still rich as hell. He’s just not a wizard anymore. Featuring: Draco Malfoy trying to make it as a Muggle pop star, Harry Potter as our confused and horny hero, bad driving, good music, and the mysterious magic of falling for someone.

Waking Up Slow, Anon (E, 22k) - this ode to advent Drarry fics took my breath away with a charming Draco, fun dynamics, an enchanting Christmas shop and one of the sexiest smut scenes I’ve read this year, 10/10 recommend for hot & sweet magical vibes and lots of references as an homage to the classics!

'Twas the night before Christmas, although it’s July / Draco’s a shopkeeper, no-one knows why / There’s hiking and witch caves, freak snowfalls and more / Bad Christmas jumpers, nosy neighbours galore / Narcissa’s here too, but… something’s amiss / And what’s in those chocolates that’s making them kiss?

We Are Legend by Vaysh (E, 38k) - happy to report to @romaine2424 that I have finally read this epic apocalypse AU and am shooketh with its originality and serious tone. One of the most creative takes I’ve seen on animagus Draco, a poignant and devastating war story.

Eighty years into the future, Voldemort won. Harry Potter is a renegade wizard, Portkeying Muggles out of London to Hogwarts, last sanctuary in a Britain ruled by the Dark Lord. On a mission he encounters a powerful phoenix Animagus fighting on the Death Eaters' side. He recognises Draco Malfoy whom he thought long dead. But the differences between them are perhaps even greater than before. Cw: MCD

LA, Who Am I To Love You?, Anon (E, 42k) - I cannot believe this beauty was written for my lil Wireless prompt ♥️ perfect LA vibes, gorgeous aesthetics, horny ust and a fascinating take on both down and out bi Harry and out and proud bi Draco, we love to see it! Couldn’t have asked for a better story to fill my prompt, ty anon!

Harry’s summer in LA is not going as expected. Pansy Parkinson keeps inviting him to parties in the Hollywood Hills and harassing him to finally go to the physical therapist, Blaise Zabini keeps slipping new strains of his company’s magical weed into Harry’s pockets in hopes of an endorsement, and Draco Malfoy keeps having sex with everyone but Harry.

Rare Pairs

A Different Tune by November Snowflake (M, 8k) - very nice Dron get together, short & sweet with an undercurrent melancholy that I love, just what I needed before bed

Working in the Misuse of Muggle Artifacts Office has led Ron to many strange encounters--but none more unexpected than this one. Cw: Harry’s dead

The Years Between by brummell (M, 14k) - another rare pair fave, this Rarry fic told from Ron’s smitten and jealous pov as he helps Harry recover from a coma is so deliciously raw and angsty. Gorgeous slow burn, the feels!

For both Harry and Ron, a wake-up call is just the beginning.

Things Remembered by avioleta (E, 17k) - best Snarry fic I’ve read this year, I’m low key obsessed with this hitmen + amnesia concept and how the romance develops so organically while they’re on the run. Intriguing plot, sexy ust and super scorching smut that made me salivate jfc 🔥

Harry wakes up in an unfamiliar bed, in an unfamiliar hotel room, and with absolutely no idea who he is. The man he’s in bed with has no memories either. But they think, maybe, they’re assassins, because they seem to be very good at killing people.

A Dress with Pockets by PacificRimbaud (E, 25k) - a Panville classic recced by anon (ty!!), what a sexy and vibrant read! I LOVED Neville and their dynamics are brilliant and so funny, I just couldn’t get enough of these characters. 100% sold on this ship pls and thank

Pansy Parkinson needed a drink. And a shag. She didn't care in which order. Enter: Neville fucking Longbottom and his rolled up sleeves.

#July wrap up #hp recs

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hiyaa! ive sent in requests to so many accs but no ones replied idk wether they are busy or not but anyways, i was wondering if you could do a #32 where y/n and eddie have secretly liked eachother for years but eddie always annoys y/n by flirting with her even though gareth is her brother. one day corroded coffin are practicing in y/ns garage whilst shes watching tv eddie comes in and start’s annoying her and flirts a little saying “y’know you love it” and all that shii. she starts to get angry and tells him to stop cuz its not fair on gareth if anything happened and but eddie being eddie just keeps pushing until eventually they kiss. gareth can walk in on them if you would like to add that i dont mind :) sorry if it was a rubbish explanation im terrible at writing stuff lol. thank you 💗

Pairing: Eddie Munson x Gareth sister!Reader

Prompt: "How mad would you be if I kissed you?"

A/N: Hello friend! Thank you so so much for this super fun request! I had a blast writing this! I think it's made me want to explore more sibling!reader x Eddie fics! I really hope that this came out the way you wanted and that you like it as much as I do! Thank you so much!

You were sitting sideways out of your open driver's side door reading a book as your Iron Maiden cassette played loudly out of your car's speakers. You sighed as you checked your watch and tapped your foot in annoyance. They were late again.

You’re Gareth’s older sister, you had graduated 2 years ago but you helped out by picking up him and some of his friends from school everyday after your shifts at work. Today was Hellfire night so you knew it was a late night, but they should have been out 15 minutes ago. You sighed again. Gareth would owe you big if he made you wait any longer, you were doing him a favor after all. You’d make him do your chores for the rest of the week if he didn’t show up in the next 5 minutes and just the thought brought a small smile to your face.

“A beautiful smile on a beautiful girl.” You heard from right in front of you. You jumped and let out a startled gasp at the noise, causing the person to laugh. You looked up and found Eddie Munson.

Your heart was thundering in your chest, you’d be lying if you said that it was just from the surprise. You had harbored a crush on Eddie ever since the 8th grade, having been in the same class with him since kindergarten. But the two of you had run in different circles and you never thought he would be interested in you. Hell, he had barely even started talking to you until Gareth joined his D&D campaign as a freshman.

You had no idea though, that Eddie had been too nervous to talk to you until the day you walked into the drama room to pick up your little brother that first time. He had thought you were beautiful and way too smart for him and never thought he’d get a reason to speak to you, all until Gareth. Now he made it a point to talk to you any chance that he could. After school when you picked up your brother, at your job at the record shop, at your house during Corroded Coffin practices. He made it his goal every time.

“Sorry, didn’t mean to scare you, sweetheart.” He chuckled, dimples on full display.

“It’s okay, Munson.” You said with a small smile. “Where’s my loser of a brother?” You asked, noticing the other boys we suspiciously absent.

“He had to get something from his locker and Jeff went with him.” Eddie responded, “But how’s the prettiest girl in Hawkin’s doing?” He flirted, you rolled your eyes as you tried to ignore the way your heart skipped a beat at his words. Eddie was a notorious flirt. You wanted to flirt back. But he’s Gareth’s friend and bandmate, you couldn’t do that to him. What if you dated and broke up, and made it uncomfortable for your brother to even have band practice? No you couldn’t do that to him. So you brushed Eddie off every time.

“I don’t know, you should go find her and ask.” You shot back, looking from him back to your book. You heard him tut at your response.

“Come on sweetheart. You know I mean you. When are you gonna let me take you out?” He asked. You looked up at that, that was new. Normally he just flirted, maybe joked about kissing you. But never actually asking you out.

You felt your mouth drop open slightly in surprise, much to Eddie’s amusement. “You know we can’t do that Eddie.” You said simply, gesturing your head towards Gareth as he finally walked out of the school towards your car.

Eddie looked over his shoulder and smiled, “Come on, he won’t mind.” He said as he turned back.

“You don’t know that. We just can’t Eddie.” You sighed. “Hurry up Gareth or I’ll make you do my chores for the rest of the week!” You called, pulling yourself back into the car fully and closing the door. “See you around Eddie.” You said through the open window.

“I’ll see you tomorrow, sweetheart.” He smiled, undeterred.

“See you for practice tomorrow Eddie, good game!” Gareth said as he walked up and opened the passenger door to your car.

“See you all then.” Eddie said with a knowing smile as he backed away from your car, sending you a little wave before putting his hands in his pockets and walking towards his van.

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It was the next afternoon, you had just finished your chores for the weekend and decided to watch a movie in the living room while your parents were out and the boys were practicing in the garage.

They had been going for hours and currently it sounded like Gareth and Jeff were going over a section of the song together, trying to tighten their parts. The door to the garage opened in the kitchen and you turned to look at who it was, sighing when you saw Eddie. He smiled brightly at you as he closed the door and sauntered over, plopping down on the couch right next to you and placing his arm on the couch behind you.

“Afternoon, beautiful.” He beamed with a wink.

“Eddie.” You sighed, determined to ignore him as you stared at the TV.

“How are you doing today, pretty girl?” He asked.

“Fine.”

“You look great today.” He said, “Just like every day.”

“Eddie.” You said in a warning tone.

“That’s my name sweetheart. I love the way you say it.” He cooed as he leaned into you more.

“Eddie, you have to stop.” You said firmly, looking into his eyes. He was much closer than he had ever been before and you’re senses we flooded with him. You could smell his cologne and cigarettes, a combo that normally wouldn’t smell good to you, but for some reason it was intoxicating. His long curls were tickling the exposed skin of your shoulder, causing goosebumps to raise on your body. And you could almost melt under the intense look he was giving you, full of an emotion you couldn’t quite place.

“You know you love it sweetheart.” He said with a sly smile. “I see the way you smile to yourself when you think no one’s looking. You like when I flirt with you.” He said simply, his smile growing wider at the dumbstruck look on your face at being found out. “And I like you. So I’m going to keep doing it, until you kiss me or slap me.”

“I -wha- are you- I-” You tried to start. “I don’t know what you’re talking about Munson.” You finally got out, pulling your eyes away from him and back to the movie as you felt the heat rise to your face. You didn’t want him to know that he was right, you loved when he flirted with you. You wanted to flirt back, but you were trying to be a good sister.

“Yes you do, princess.” He said, raising his hand up to your chin to pull your face to look at him. “Let me take you out. We could be great.”

I furrowed your brows in distress, your resolve crumbling as you tried to be strong. “We can’t!” you hissed quietly. “Think of Gareth. We could hurt him.” You pleaded.

“We won’t. I promise.” He cooed, leaning into you. His lips were so close that you could feel his warm breath on yours. “How mad would you be if I kissed you?” He breathed.

“Pissed.” You breathed. But you leaned in, crashing your lips onto his, eliciting a surprised noise out of the metalhead. Eddie recovered quickly, kissing you back feverishly as he pressed himself into you as he wrapped his arms around you, pulling the two of you close so there was no space between you. You ran your hands through his curls, tugging lightly, causing the brunette to moan into your mouth.

You pulled away, breathless, after a few moments. “We have to stop.” You gasped, you opened your eyes to lock with Eddie’s hooded ones.

“Sure, sure, sweetheart.” He mused with a smile before his lips were on yours again. It was your turn to moan this time as he kissed you hungrily.

You let yourselves get lost in each other, ignoring the world around you as you gave into your feelings for Eddie. All the years of pining for each other led to this. And it felt so good, so right to be like this with him. And for a moment you forgot why you had been avoiding this for so long.

“Fucking finally.” You heard from behind you, followed by a laugh.

You pulled apart with a gasp and spun around in your seat to see Gareth and Jeff standing in the entrance to the living room. You hadn’t even heard the garage door open.

“Honestly it took you long enough.” Gareth teased. “Now will you stop being so weird around each other and just go out?” Your mouth fell open in surprise as you looked between the two boys and Eddie.

“See? I told you he’d be fine, sweetheart.” Eddie laughed, pecking your cheek affectionately.

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83rd Batch Of Fics: 8th Fill

Valentino/Vox – Part ½ – husband/wife roleplay; sudden feelings; fluffy; missionary – Valentino surprises Vox with a bit of roleplay... but things are somewhat *different* this time around.

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Vox is not prepared for a day of fun and games. Valentino knows that. He knows it because he hasn’t told him that he would dress up for him all cute and slip into their private kitchen like that.

“Oh Voxxy,” he croons. “You don’t even have your coffee yet… let me get it for you~” He’s used to being sexy and intimidating but it’s always a bit of a struggle to appear dainty when he is as tall as he is.

The way Vox looks up from his cereal, a small newsfeed in one corner of his screen, then just freezes as he sees Val in his little dress, makes him think that Vox does not really notice whether he is dainty or not, though.

“I… Val-” Vox’ voice is already a little glitchy. One claw is tapping a quick staccato rhythm against the countertop he’s sitting at. It sounds like morse code and Valentino wonders if he’s spelling something out. Something secret and just for him. “What are you wearing?”

“Hmmmnn don’t you like it?” Valentino purrs, his lower set of hands pinching the hem of the skirt between their fingertips as he gives Vox a little twirl so he can admire him from all sides. It’s a cute little white dress with black dots and a black silk ribbon wrapped around his waist just to accentuate his hourglass figure. Something he knows Vox will go feral for. Something weirdly modest in that 50s kind of way.

“No, I… you look…” Something changes in his voice as he watches Valentino walk over to the coffee machine and pour him a mug. His next words sound smoother and more collected… and honest. “You look beautiful, my dear.”

He extends one of his hands for Valentino to grasp and takes the mug away from him the moment he is close enough. He puts it away on the countertop, not paying any more attention to it. Instead, he is solely focused on Valentino – which he loves. A lot. Loves, loves, loves. Loves being the center of Vox. The apple of his eye. The one and only thing he can think and obsess about.

“You look so lovely,” Vox croons, his voice having dipped to a register that scrapes over Valentino’s brain in just the right way. One of Vox’ claws comes up beneath his chin, gently tipping his head up. He gives him another little spin, admiring him from all sides.

Valentino is not quite sure how he does it all. How he can make his presence seem so much larger when he is only coming up to Valentino’s chest.

He can’t stop the simpering little trill crawling out of his throat and Vox looks like he’s going feral for it. His eyes go wide, that spiral briefly appearing in his left one before he can tamp down on it. His mouth glitching through different states of a big, near manic grin. Val has him hooked.

Vox has forgotten all about work; all about the things he had planned for today, probably set in stone a week or two ago. Or a month. Or a fucking year. It’s difficult to say just how obsessive the other can be at any given time.

“Thank you for the coffee, my little moth,” Vox murmurs, a gentle lilt to his voice.

Valentino briefly pauses, one antenna twitching. That’s… a new one. Vox usually liked to call him silly little names; my dear, my love, my sweet – but this one felt closer to home.

Vox’ screen flickers for the blink of an eye. Maybe he has noticed as well? Maybe him putting his hands around Valentino’s waist is a ploy to make him forget all about it before he can even start wondering. Vox lifts him easily, setting him down gently on the edge of the counter. The stylish marble top has been designed with a normal person’s height in mind, so it brings him closer to Vox all in all. Makes him more open to be ravished.

“Y-You’re welcome, um… V-Voxxy.” Valentino’s nervous stutter is not played up this time. His heart is pumping faster and one pair of hands is clutching Vox’ shoulders as he stares at his bright face, wondering what the fuck just happened. He can feel that there’s been a shift in the air, but he can’t quite put his finger on it.

He feels all… warm inside. Nice. His thighs clench warm and eager as Vox angles his body forward, his screen maybe a hand’s breadth from Valentino’s face, that manic grin having dulled into a more charming smile while he nudges the other’s knees open and slips between them.

“You look good enough to eat,” Vox croons, the tips of his claws gently scratching against Valentino’s skin as he slides them up his legs and takes the hem of his skirt with him. “You beautiful little creature.”

Valentino’s insides shiver while his antennae bob forward toward Vox, his mouth opening in a slack little ‘o’ of wonder. He… likes this. He had not expected this kind of reaction. Usually Vox just gets horny in a deranged kind of way and dicks him until he’s close to passing out, but this time he seems to be in a different kind of mood.

Valentino… likes it. It certainly gets him there anyway as he eagerly spreads his legs wider, needing Vox to crowd closer against him. Needing him to push inside and make him see stars. The sweet talking is a nice addition. Really nice. Maravilloso.

His upper hands lift, lightly grasping the sides of Vox’ screen frame, thumbs sliding against the glass. He inhales like he’s wanting to say something but his head is curiously empty. Not the fucked-dumb kind of empty – that is going to come, though – but a ‘head feels filled with cotton’ kind of empty.

With a bit of a start, Valentino realizes that he’s feeling… shy.

.o.

Valentino has caught Vox, as so often, at the perfectly wrong moment. Or right moment, he supposes, in this case. For once. Vox can usually predict many days in advance when the other might try to surprise him with one of his stunts. Valentino has those kinds of ticks and odd little changes in his speech when he’s starting to brew something together in his darling little head.

This time they hadn’t seen each other for a few days, though, so Vox has had no chance to figure out what might be coming his way. He finds that he kind of enjoys the spontaneity of it, even though his systems are grappling with the sudden change in plans and stubbornly keep trying to remind him of his schedule.

As he reaches down and pushes his sweats down just enough to sit beneath his cock, letting the tip – shaped like a hog’s heart shaped snout – snuggle up against Valentino’s warm, eagerly drooling gash… all those alerts mute themselves blissfully, leaving Vox alone with his darling little wife.

Valentino’s back is curved. He’s trying to instinctually wrap himself all around Vox, and that gives him the opportunity to reach up and frame his face with his hands, inadvertently mirroring how Valentino is grabbing at him.

“Do you want this? Hmmm? You certainly deserve it… being such a beautiful little dear.” He nudges his hips forward, feeling how eagerly Valentino’s pussy spreads for him; silky and needy and trying to suckle him inside while his tentacle cock tickles him just beneath his belly button.

Valentino’s face looks… guileless. So open and sweet, staring right at Vox’ face, though a small trickle of pinkish saliva starts to run from the corner of his mouth. He’s hypnotized like the little moth that he is. A sweet doll – and Vox finds himself oddly sentimental for it.

“Yes please,” Valentino finally says when it seems to ping in his empty little head that his input is required.

So Vox gives him what he’s asked for.

#cyberratting writes stuff #valentino/vox #hazbin hotel #staticmoth #domestic roleplay #husband/wife roleplay #catching feelings

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rainofthetwilight · 7 months

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AND FINALLY HERE IS A SMALL MASTERPOST FOR THE HELLSPAWN WALKER SIBLINGS!!

I present to you, Jenna and Ethan :DD

(also since you asked to be tagged, @alizibtheterrible)

(pssst, here are the ref sheets for these kiddos)

before I get into anything, here are my timelines in this AU:

2 years between moto and season 11, atleast 5 months between s11 and s12, 5 more months between s12 and s13, 4 months between s13 and the island, a month between the island and s15, canonically a year between s15 and crystallized, 2 years between crystallized and the merge, 5 years between the merge and the events of DR

and jenna and ethan's ages during these times:

jenna: a year old during s11, almost two years old during s13, turned three a while after nya left, four during crystallized, six when the merge happened, and 11 in current time

ethan: a year old when the merge happened, and 6 in current time

I..know it's probably confusing, but I can attempt to explain more if you don't understand!

my fic for these two is currently being rewritten!!

and now, time to ramble abt the kids!! (warning, VERY long)

their full names are: Jenna Edna Lilly Walker and Ethan Ed Raymond Walker (you can guess who was named after who)

jenna was born just a year after moto, and ethan was born also a year after crystallized!

and from that, the age difference between them is 5 years

jenna inherits jay's powers, and ethan inherits nya's

ethan has ADHD and lacks good social skills due to being surrounded by only 2 people for most of his childhood, while jenna has anxiety, trust issues and some slight ptsd

oh and I can't forget to sprinkle the t r a u m a on them both

they have a good dynamic and bicker normally like siblings always do, but jenna sometimes needs to have her alone time and hates when anyone bothers her so she can snap at any time

while ethan is sensitive and cant control himself, especially if he sees someone distressed, but if he himself is the distressed one either no one should even come near him or he needs a genuiene hug or encouraging words from someone

I'm not sure when jenna will get her powers and will get her true potential, but until I figure it out, she gets her potential when she saw a certain someone in danger (kinda placeholder!!)

she didnt have control of her powers much at first, but would soon learn its abilities

and when ethan gets his powers, it doesn't go smoothly at all due to nya having been turned into the sea, so all the sudden power is..quite a painful experience without control

his true potential? realizing his worth and saving his sister from danger

I don't have exact birthdays for them yet, but the placeholders for now are may 23rd (jenna) and october 8th (ethan)

when they got a bit older, jenna decided to dye some streaks of her hair blue (and one time had a pixie cut), ethan didn't take any creative liberties with his hair but would sometimes style it when he's bored

jenna was named by jay, and while nya had wanted lilly she didnt mind and just she told him ''as long as you don't name her nya junior I won't throw you off a building"

lilly in the end was just given as a middle name

want a fun fact? jenna was the one that named ethan, the moment she saw him in his little blanket she just kept shouting "ethan! ethan!"

and jenna has a HUGE obsession for drawing and painting, while ethan likes cooking and is declared 'the gordon ramsey of the walkers* by jenna lmao

Jenna: dude please just open your own restuarant at this point Ethan: for the love of the fucking fsm Jenna-

jenna's special nickname is JJ! long story short, it was at first a shortened version of 'jay junior' that was actually a joke but then it became her actual nickname lmao

jenna is aroace and will go by she/they in the future, while ethan goes by he/him and will come out as bi!

jenna was attached to both her parents but felt closer to nya, especially after seabound

she'd watch her and jay in the sam x cave for ages

never remembering nya nor jay, ethan was wary of nya at first and tried to stay close to jenna but the moment she hugged him? he felt safe and knew it was right (shoot I'm kinda spoiling the reunion uhh)

jenna says she has no favourite uncle, but it's secretly cole and only he knows that

and she bullies kai, even when she's not ordered to do so by jay 👌

she does have a good bond with all of them tho!

jenna, in dragons rising, is 5'0 and will stay that height for a while until she hits a sudden growth spurt at 13 and is literally 5'6

and she'd be 5'9 at 16

happens with ethan aswell, he's only 6 so he's about 3'8 which is average for his age, but he'll keep growing taller and taller and he stops growing once he reached 5'8

The Forest Of Walkers(tm) as a moot of mine once quoted (we both hc jay to be very tall, finn I am looking at you)

and yes, that small part of the drawing of them walking is them in the future, I have no exact design yet and just wanted to throw that in bc of the free space lmao (I will post their future designs tho trust)

fun fact: when me and my friend were still planning what jenna and ethan would be doing after the merge, instead of staying with lloyd they had ended up with sora and arin

in this au, maya and ray are a tad closer to nya than they are in the actual show, they visit regularly to check on her, jay and jenna (soon ethan aswell)

both them and ed and edna SPOIL HER TO DEATH. they'd gladly take jenna any day

..which actually happened, seabound stuff :")

from the way all the ninja grieved, it was extremely lonely for a 3 almost 4 year old kid, especially with how everything happened so suddenly and how she can't yet process grief well, she only had cole who'd stay with her alot when she wasn't at her grandparents

even at their places it felt gloomy, but she loved to distract herself when she'd be in the junkyard by helping ed collect scraps and build with him (when her love of mechanism began)

and she loved to take walks with maya or ray at ignacia, or watch ray blacksmithing

it calmed her down a bit, but she knew something was still missing

edit: jay was also not in the best place after nya left, and wasn't able to spend time with jenna because she reminded him so much of nya, so he went to the lighthouse before he got too far

crystallized was..not the best experience either

because of spoilers and still planning out some more stuff, time to jump to post-crystallized

jenna grew much closer to nya, and had went to school 2 months after ethan was born!

she started in first grade, and was chaotic as fuck

she beat a kid in her class once just because he didnt like her drawings, obviously did not end well but she won and she was proud af 😎

during the timeskip after the merge, when ethan hit 4, lloyd would do some sort of homeschooling for him since he and jenna never left the monastery

Lloyd: okay, what's 5+6?

Ethan: 10!

Lloyd, trying not explode because he was so close:

I have so much more, but this is getting long af and I'm tired lmao

for my moots that are in the combined au, feel free to ramble in the tags aswell if u want to btw!! I wish I could too but I don't have the fuckin energy :'))

I may add on once I have the time and energy in the notes (or another post), but for now here's some info abt these hellspawns :"DD

#ninjago #ninjago oc #ninjago au #early family au #oc: jenna walker #oc: ethan walker #levi's ted talks #levi's writing #alizib tag #levi's art #my art #ninjago dragons rising #ninjago jay #ninjago nya #also I forgot their freckles :'DDD

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End of year wrap up

I am so super late to this, but I’ve done this in the last few years and I think it’s a nice tradition to look back at the accomplishments I’ve achieved. 2022 was a very bleak year writing wise, and I’m happy to say that I’ve slowly started to get my mojo back a bit. My AO3 wordcount for 2023 was 36,936 words, but I’ve also posted some shorter things on tumblr, and I actually made a spreadsheet to track my progress and tally all my written words, including those that get deleted and also those not yet posted, and according to the spreadsheet I wrote 10k more. I still have a lot of WIPs hanging around in my drive, but I’ve managed to finish some of them, and I feel like I have more energy and excitement to finish some more, so, here’s hoping that 2024 will be the year that I actually end up with fewer WIPs at the end than at the beginning (something I tried back in 2020, before the world went up in flames).

Under the cut is what I published in 2023:

January

Fading in Love (locked to logged in users) (Drarry, Explicit, 5k) I wrote this as a belated birthday present for @sassy-sassy3, it’s an 8th year secret relationship with a lil’ sprinkle of magical theory regarding the Dark Mark.

February

I decided to try a few prompts for HD Candyhearts and ended up having a lot of fun with them:

Second Date AO3 tumblr (Drarry, Teen, 1,3k) with an insecure Draco after having spent the night with Harry.

The microfic Taste the love (for the prompt Sweet treats)

How deep is our love? AO3 tumblr (Drarry, Teen, 762 words) featuring established Drarry bickering and absolutely ridiculous Valentine’s cards.

The secret language of flowers AO3 tumblr (Drarry, Teen, 2k) featuring the classic tumblr post the fuck you bouquet.

Pillow microfic with Draco being a little shit

Charm me 8th year drabble FWB/secret relationship sort of vibes.

March

Take that ride (Drarry, Teen, 1,6k) I finally managed to write a fic idea that’s been scrambling around in my brain for ages. I wanted to create a mood and a feeling with this and I’m so happy with how it turned out.

I also wrote a short fuck or die drabble that I’m super proud of: Let me show you

June

Hold back the tide (Drarry, Teen, 2k) Another idea that’s been with me for years that I finally got out (despite not having written the fic that preludes this).

October

Thunderstruck (locked to logged in users) (Drarry, Explicit, 8k) My god, my beast, this fic resisted me and to top it all off I got covid right when I was about to finish it. I struggled with this so damn much, also wanting to create a vividness that doesn’t really come natural to me, but I’m so happy with how it came out in the end. Plus I got to collab with the amazing @fictional who, as usual, knocked it out of the park with her glorious art.

November

The Potter Malfoy bathroom war of 2007 (locked to logged in users) (Drarry, Explicit, 8k) Another fic that’s been with me for some time, although “only” a year. I saw the prompt for last year’s Suds when claims had closed, so I tried to forget about it but it wouldn’t leave me. I had so much fun writing this, I love writing Harry and Draco bickering and fighting with each other when we as readers know it’s basically their form of foreplay.

December

When it’s exactly twelve o’clock that night (Drarry, Teen, 6k) This was also a fic one year in the making. I started writing it to post on last New Year’s Eve, but I couldn’t finish it in five days (to my own astonishment), but I’m happy it got to marinate for a while because I added a scene with Scorpius that I’m very fond of.

I wasn't tagged by anyone and I'm sure people have already done this, but if this means you get another tag, consider pointing me to your own year wrap up so I can see it! @sassy-sassy3 @fictional @mystickitten42 @uncannycerulean @goblinmatriarch @phdmama @crazybutgood @dragonbornphoenix @wo2ash @rei382 @nv-md

#fic year in review #ao3 wrapped #andithielwrites #drarry

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fluxweeed · 7 months

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Twenty Questions for Fic Writers

i've had so much fun reading other answers to these questions over the last few weeks!! thank you @nv-md and @sweet-s0rr0w for mentioning me in your posts!! i fear my answers drifted much too far into self-indulgence, but what's new for this blog eh??

1. How many works do you have on AO3?

22, but one of them is 11 separate drabbles/microfics in a 2k-word jacket

2. What’s your total AO3 word count?

293,865

3. What fandoms do you write for?

i'll only ever write hp on this username!

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

all drarry:

the four doors (legilimency healer draco + memory loss)

adventures in truth and texting (advent texting fic)

all i have to do (draco thinks harry is a magical fantasy but whoops he's real)

eight o'clock, tomorrow evening (four doors sequel)

two to lie and one to listen (8th year fake dating, sort of)

5. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

i respond to everything on the final chapter of a fic! sometimes very kind commenters will say something at the end of every single chapter, which is SUCH a joy to receive, but i haven't yet figured out a way of saying "thank you!" 26 times over without sounding insincere

(i also don't usually respond to comments on fics i've co-written bc i don't feel like i have? the right? feels like i'm taking credit for something i did not really do!)

6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

also drarry: for lack of wanting, wherein harry thinks it's sexy when draco acts like an evil dick again, and draco is too in love with harry to tell him that makes him feel weird

7. What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

man i think all the rest are pretty happy, all things considered? tho i guess two to lie and wrapped are the only ones that end with explicit i-love-yous?

8. Do you get hate on fics?

i've been quite lucky, actually! i've had the occasional demand to change an angsty ending, or comments that have been quite mean about a character who isn't supportive of drarry. oh and i've had a couple of people get suuuper mad when draco malfoy, death eater and snotty spoilt brat, makes mildly immoral decisions. i've found all of those quite funny tho, which i'm sure i wouldn't if they were legitimate hate, so i don't think they count!

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

yep! the vibe of two characters wanting to fuck but knowing they shouldn't for some reason (uneven dynamic, magic stuff, they simply haven't had a fucking conversation about it) is my absolute favourite. will read it every time, will write it pretty much every time too 😅

10. Do you write crossovers? What’s the craziest one you’ve written?

the closest i've come to writing a crossover is say no to this, a fic vaguely based off the storyline of the song from hamilton. it was the first drarry fic i'd written in about 10 years!

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

yep! not any under this username (that i know of), but someone re-uploaded an old drarry fic of mine to wattpad – and honestly, i don't mind at all. i don't think the fic is very good lmao, if someone else wants to take the blame for it, that's totally fine by me

(the wildest thing about it is the combined ff.net + wattpad views of that fic now top 2 million i think?! but despite that u have almost definitely not heard of it!! i've only seen it mentioned, like, maybe 3 times since i properly re-joined fandom spaces in 2020)

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

yes!!!! it's SUCH an honour!!! the four doors is in german, chinese, russian and spanish; thirst (drarry vampire fic) is in chinese; and all i have to do (the not-fantasy-harry fic) is in russian 🥰

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

yes!!! well, sort of – officially, i co-wrote per my last letter (i hope you choke on it) with @lastontheboat, but i really do think i was more like an alpha reader with knobs on. the workload split was at least 25/75, with j shouldering a great deal of the burden (and all of the brilliance)!

14. What’s your all-time favourite ship?

this is going to sound silly given that i'm definitely a drarry writer and only really hang out in the drarry sphere – but i don't have one! for hp, i gravitate towards ships with harry in them, but even that isn't a hard and fast rule for me

15. What’s a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

nothing that i've posted! but i have tons that are never going to see the light of day. three recent-ish hp ones i've written the most for:

a fic i call The Opus, which is a drarry auror partners fic – i have 16k words written; it was going to end up a solid 100k. i love the concept i have for this fic so, so dearly, but a 100k casefic is not happening.

a harry/ginny established relationship smutty oneshot that is really nothing more than ginny being fun and sexy and harry being horny but, like, self-deprecating about it.

a drarry little mermaid au that i wrote for nanowrimo in 2019. like i MIGHT come back to this one day? but it's unlikely. pros: i do have 50k of it written already and the first draft isn't too far off being complete. cons: i have almost exactly 50k words of it written bc i hit the nano goal and stopped in the middle of a sentence bc writing it was SO stressful (that november i had two jobs + one volunteering role, and also i was moving house, so. a lot going on.)

16. What are your writing strengths?

god knows. dialogue and characters come easiest to me, ig? and i tend to cut a lot in editing, so i don't think my stuff is? overly wordy? so it doesn't require much brainpower to read? that could be a positive or a negative, depending on how you look at it!

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

i suck at caring about anything other than character dynamics, so my fics never have plot outside of something vague to put the main pairing in the same room

similarly, i'm not very good at describing locations – describing anything, really

bc i tend to focus on the "oh we want to but we shouldn't!" moment, i'm pretty bad at actually developing feelings in longer fics – that part always feels too rushed to me, but fuck if i know a way of fixing it that isn't just, like, write another 20k

i think my endings usually feel like a bit of an afterthought and often quite forced

the more i write, the more i realise i know, like, 5 ways of phrasing anything, and i just repeat the same things over and over

i'm trying to fix my lack of skills with plotting + pacing by planning extensively before i start drafting, but i think that takes a bit of the spark out of the final version? it becomes a bit predictable and samey?

em dashes every tenth word

i'm convinced ppl i respect are in group chats talking abt how annoying and bad at writing i am, and also lowkey (…highkey) i agree with them – so actually getting myself to write anything is super hard!!

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic?

yeah man! i mean, i personally am not sufficiently confident in my skills in any other language to do it without help (and i'm not sufficiently confident in my skills in asking for help to do that), but it's fun to read imo

19. First fandom you wrote for?

i've dabbled in a few over the years, but the first was hp – it was a marauders era snape/lily/james love triangle fic that i posted on a forum on a hp roleplaying site – this was before deathly hallows came out, so i was very smug when my pairing theory (that i undoubtedly stole from someone cleverer than me, because i was 13 years old) turned out to be true

20. Favourite fic you’ve written?

god. @decaflondonfog recently told me that drabbles don't really count, so i? don't know? perhaps still the pine-woods scent the moon (guilty remus/harry) or taste of țuică (established drarry bringing ron in as a third) are the ones i like best, but i don't love either of them enough to be able to confidently declare them my favourite!

u know the drill: i got too sad and anxious and unfollowed everyone so i have no idea who to tag. if u made it this far please know i do love you very much, i want to kiss u on the cheek at LEAST, and would love to know any thoughts u have about the things u make ❤️

#as if i said 'a strength of mine is that i'm not too wordy' in this post #have u SEEN the length #fluxweed shut the fuck up challenge #my fic #tag game

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cutestkilla · 8 months

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20 questions for fic writers!

Thank you for the tags @aroace-genderfluid-sheep @artsyunderstudy @aristocratic-otter @prettygoododds @you-remind-me-of-the-babe @hushed-chorus (and @orange-peony for the tag on the fic writer self rec post which I’m rolling in here because…I only have 4 fics). I have never answered one of these before because I’m always like, am I a fic writer? I don’t even have enough works of my own to do a top 5… But anyway, here goes.

1. How many works do you have on AO3?

9! But only 4 are my own fics + 1 collab (Birthday Man). Of the rest, 2 are collabs where I did the art, 1 is a fansong (also a collab), and 1 is a podfic.

2. What’s your total AO3 word count?

233,419, but adjusting for the works that aren’t mine and the words of Birthday Man that I did not write, it’s more like 190K.

3. What fandoms do you write for?

Only Carry On!

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

This Is Your Place

Slamming and Smashing

What’s Left

Hiding Out In The Open

(see, only 4… And so @orange-peony this is my answer to the self rec post. I rec them all!)

5. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

Oh yes! Commenting on other people’s fic was my door into participating in fandom. I spent months and months just lurking, and a whole new world opened up to me when I started commenting, and then the authors responded to me and suddenly I was interacting with people. I really love and appreciate the comment culture in our fandom, and I really like talking about my writing with people, so I always respond.

6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

I don’t have a fic with an angsty ending. YET. Realistically, will I ever? Probably not. Like @artsyunderstudy said, I love writing angst in every other possible part of a story EXCEPT the ending. I guess I could say This Is Your Place because the ending is open. The plot of 8th year has not been resolved at all (and god when I say it was hard for me to do that!), shit could still hit the fan, Baz doesn’t even know yet why his mother visited.

7. What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

That would have to be What’s Left, I think. The story itself was pretty angst-laden (MCD is angsty, you don't say?). I wrote the fluffiest, bow-tying epilogue for the ending to the point where I even warned people that it may have no artistic merit relative to the rest of the story and they should feel free to skip it because it was 100% self indulgence on my part. But I have had a few folks tell me they were grateful for it as a palate cleanser after reading 120K of intense emotional stuff.

8. Do you get hate on fics?

Nope. Not to my face anyway!

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

Yes… All of my fics are rated M or E for sexual content. What kind? I mean, 3 of my 4 fics have the tag “Rated M Like AWTWB Is Rated M” if that gives you a hint of my smut vibe. Emotional for sure, is what I am for. Even the smut in Slamming and Smashing, which is very much E, is pretty rooted in the emotion of the story. I do love reading every kind of smut, but the thing I really connect with in it is the emotion, so that’s what I write.

10. Do you write crossovers? What’s the craziest one you’ve written?

Nope.

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Doubt it, except by a web scraper.

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

Nope.

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

Only Birthday Man, which was written as a round robin and was a totally fun and freeing experience. Especially since I didn’t have to think about plot, just moving things forward a few inches. (Of course my part still ended up being longer than the average one-shot someone else would write…) I’ve collaborated with my writers on COBB and CORB projects in ways that influenced the story, which is SO FUN, but nothing I would ever elevate to the status of co-writing.

14. What’s your all time favorite ship?

Snowbaz

15. What’s a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

Well, I have about 17K of a canon divergence fic about Simon and Baz both being at a wedding the week before 8th year starts. (The wedding mentioned in canon as being the one where one of the Grimm cousins got into it with Premal’s friend Sam, and ended up being on trial for using banned words.) I really do want to finish it, but it was one of those projects I never had a deadline for, so it has languished. It’s fully outlined, though, so maybe one day…

16. What are your writing strengths?

I think I’m good at characterization, making the characters’ actions internally consistent, bringing them from point A to point B in a believable way. Probably also plot, I do love a slow burn twisty turny plot reveal. And writing a solid Baz rant/meltdown!

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

The one thing I get anxious about sometimes is my inability to write short. (Hi @aristocratic-otter, my sister in long-form storytelling!) I always think I can do it, but then I’m not satisfied with the emotional journey unless I add more beats. Telling a concise story is a skill I envy in others for sure.

Currently, this is happening with my wip Hiding Out In The Open, which I originally (delusionally) though would be a one-shot and is now probably going to be 60K by the time I’m done. In fact, This Is Your Place and Slamming and Smashing were supposed to be one shots too, but they all went multi-chap on me in the end.

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic?

I’ve never done this, except to help @artsyunderstudy with a French translation for some cute dialogue in Someone Wicked. I think it can work, but I tend toward always wanting to explain something like that on page, unless the point is for it to not be understood. But I've definitely read some really great takes on "lost in translation"!

19. First fandom you wrote for?

This is it! What’s Left was the first piece of creative writing I did of any kind since the year 2000 (which funnily enough was first-person Jean-Paul Sartre RPF for my philosophy seminar).

20. Favorite fic you’ve written?

Definitely What’s Left. Never would have expected to fall so in love with writing the Humdrum, but he owns my soul, still. I think what I did there is probably the most interesting idea I will ever have (in this fandom at least), and that’s probably why it was so much easier to write than anything else I’ve attempted since.

So, who to tag in… How about @bookish-bogwitch @facewithoutheart @shrekgogurt @ivelovedhimthroughworse @iamamythologicalcreature @whatevertheweather @fatalfangirl? And anyone else who wants to share, please say I tagged you if you haven’t been tagged already.

#tag game #my writing

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simplysnowbarry · 8 months

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MARK YOUR CALENDARS ❄️⚡

Big thanks to everyone who voted in our poll recently. We can now announce that Snowbarry Week 2023 - our final full-length Snowbarry Week - will run from Monday December 4th to Sunday December 10th this year!

We’ve chosen the prompts from those submitted to us so as to speed the process along and give everyone plenty of time to create. And we’ve also got extras for artists, as well as a few song prompts.

prompts:

day 1, Mon Dec 4th - First + Last Time

day 2, Tues Dec 5th - Innovation

day 3, Weds Dec 6th - Reconnecting

day 4, Thurs Dec 7th - FREE DAY + any past prompts

day 5, Fri Dec 8th - Fantasy / Fairytale

day 6, Sat Dec 9th - "Just a normal day"

day 7, Sun Dec 10th - Post-canon / Future AUs

extras for artists:

silver and gold

hues of red and/or blue

song prompts:

The Script - No Good In Goodbye

Picture This - Take My Hand

The Heydaze - New Religion

Posting guidelines will be posted closer to the date. We hope to see you all in December, and in the mean time, HAPPY CREATING!

(!) F.A.Q

Who can participate in Snowbarry Week?

ANYONE! Writers, giffers, manip-ers (?), fan artists smol and toll. We welcome fan fiction, gifsets, manips, fanart, fanmixes, …

Can days be combined?

YES! Reconnecting with future AU? Or innovation and fairytale? All joking aside, you can combine whichever prompts you’d like.

Can I create work for both the artists prompts and the writer prompts?

ABSOLUTELY YES!

Can I use the artists prompts for a fic, or the writer prompts for art work?

GO CRAZY!

If I want to contribute something do I have to do something for every day?

Not at all. You’re free to commit to a single day, and we will be so flipping excited to see it. The point is just to have fun with the prompts, even if it’s just the one.

Can I post a WIP that I started working on before that fits a Snowbarry Week theme?

Yes, of course! We’re not a Big Bang, or even a Mini Bang, we don’t require art or fic to have been created from scratch for exactly this week.

I’m going to be busy/out of town during Snowbarry Week. Can I post early/late?

We’d really like to avoid early posting. If you’re out of town or too busy the week itself you can always schedule posts for the correct dates.

Posting late shouldn’t be a problem. Posting Day 1 on Day 3 is also perfectly fine, just make sure we can tell which day you’re posting for, so our heads don’t start spinning.

What does free day mean?

Basically, free day is where you decide what prompt you want to do something with. As long as it’s Snowbarry (or one of its variations like Savifrost, Flashfrost, etc), you’re okay to do whatever you want. A free day in the middle of the week might also provide some much needed breathing space for all the contributors.

Also, the same as last year, our free day now doubles as an opportunity to create for any of our past prompts! If there was a prompt you didn’t manage to finish something for, or just always liked the sound of doing but missed the opportunity, we’d love to see that for this day to have a fun revival of some of the great prompts from past events.

What does [insert theme] mean?

Oh man, this is a hard one to answer. Reconnecting could be about Barry and Caitlin getting to know each other after falling out, or after drifting apart, but it could also be about reconnecting with other things in their life or even as literal as reconnecting cables on some tech as part of an action plot! We can’t tell you which roles to cast your characters in, because everyone has different interpretations. If you can justify the connection, we’re pretty sure you’re good.

Does my idea fit the theme?

Like we said above, if you can justify it, we’re pretty sure you’re good. If you’re really not sure, hit us up!

If there are more questions, please don’t hesitate to drop us an ask. Any questions you don’t want published, feel free to come off anon and ask us as well - we promise we won’t publish what you’re not comfortable with, just let us know if you want it answered privately.

#snowbarry #simplysnowbarry #snowbarryweek #challenge #snowbarryweek23

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jada-lockwood · 7 months

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Hey so I’m coming on here for some fic recs. these are some of my favourite fanfics and most are completed (will specify down below). There are from multiple fandoms so I will be sure to mention which they are in and what the general tropes are.

Private message me for links, I will be happy to send them over :)

HARRY POTTER:

Marauders era:

dirty old town by WizardGod

Regulus Black x muggle reader

Alastair Moody’s niece takes in regulus after he defects from the deatheaters

Angst >> arguing and yelling

Posh prick regulus

Fake dating

Enemies to lovers

Smut

Trauma > hurt regulus > hurt/comfort

Happy ending

Fluff

Evan Rosier being a golden retriever

Complete>> 38 chapters and 286,984 words

Golden trio era:

Oh God Not Again! by Sarah1281

Harry gets sent back in time

Decides to fuck shit up while he can

Saving some people who would have died

Running gag that his scar is psychic

Marketing off of himself

Humour

Harry and Draco are friends

Complete>> 50 chapters and 150,710 words

The Black Sparrow by TheIdeaOfSarcasm

Regulus raising Harry

Angst

Jegulus

Wolfstar

Jily (not at same time as jegulus)

No lily bashing

Dumbledore bashing

Drarry

Fluff and smut

Badass Regulus

Badass Harry

Running on air by eleventy7

Drarry

Draco has been missing for 3 years

Harry is assigned to his case

Harry falls in love with Draco through memories

Slow burn

Happy ending

Complete

Veiled by 60coyote

Dramione

Post war

Ron Weasley bashing

Met at a masquerade event

She knows who he is but he doesn’t know who she is.

She asks him to find out who she is

8th year

Brief mention of spiking and description of spiking but no one is taken advantage of

Sub!Draco / Dom!Hermione

In progress

The Trouble With Wanting by WrathOfMacy

Hermione granger x Fred Weasley

Ron Weasley bashing

Molly Weasley bashing

Cute stolen moments

Smut

Fluff

Secretly dating

In progress

As long as I am here by Sehnsucht88

Harry Potter x sister!oc

Bill Weasley x oc

Dumbledore bashing

Molly Weasley bashing

Ron Weasley bashing

Theo Nott x Harry Potter

Dramione

Harry saved from dursleys

LGBT+ friendly

Badass oc

Adopted/taken in hermione

In progress updates regularly

LUCIFER:

Our Bodies, Possessed by Light by lilaestheticsnhope

Lucifer x reader

Friends with benefits

Fake dating / undercover work

Hurt lucifer

Hurt reader

Angst

Smut

Fluff

Complete>>45 chapters and 263,535 words

MARVEL:

Harmless by shurisneakers

Bucky barnes x reader

Dr doofensmirtz and Perry vibes

She’s the inventor, he’s instructed to keep an eye on her

She’s mildly dangerous, mostly harmless

Shameless flirting

Enemies/rivals to friends to lovers

Not wanting to admit feelings

Lighthearted

Fun to read

Enjoyable to reread

Complete>> 23 chapters and 118,356 words

#ao3 fanfic #fic rec #reader insert #angst #fluff #smut #jegulus #dramione #drarry #lucifer morningstar #harry potter #marvel #bucky barnes

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yoonia · 1 year

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cinnamon bliss ● bonus chapter ● 002: mistletoe kisses

➬ Subtitle | Cinnamon Bliss: bonus chapter 002 — mistletoe kisses

➬ Summary | Christmas comes early this year in Cinnamon Bliss, and you welcome its warmth with open arms, just as you had welcomed the new presence of love in your life. For the first time after so long, you no longer feel the cold despair of winter piercing through your heart. Not when he fills the void and all the crevices with his warm love. This year, you promise to be nice to him and return the favour, only to find that he is determined to make it into this year’s naughty list. And he is going to make sure that you will be there to join him.

↳ Pairings | Seokjin x reader ↳ Genre | Single Dad!Jin, Cafe Owner!reader, Fluff, Smut ↳ Ratings & Warning | +18 / M for Mature; mention of alcohol consumption, mention of past trauma, naughty Seokjin, lots of kissing, making out, minor food play, teasing, explicit smut/sex scenes, including: public sex, sensory play, rough sex, unprotected sex, breast play, breast fondling, groping, clothed foreplay, clothed sex, nipple play/biting, fingering, masturbation (solo, both female and male, minor), clit play, light bondage/restraint, implied creampie ↳ Word count | 10,6k words (I have no idea how this happened, sorry) ↳ Cinnamon Bliss: series masterpost | Main Masterlist ↳ Author/Posting date | @yoonia / Dec 8th, 2022

↳ Author’s note | This piece has been sitting in my draft for a long time. I didn’t want it to waste and I was missing these two a lot after some people keep mentioning the story, so I figured it would be the perfect timing to share it now to celebrate Jin’s birthday (even if it’s a few days late. I’m sorry, Jin). If you’re familiar with my other fics (especially the ones involving Yoongi), you might be able to find the easter egg that I hid within this story. Consider it my surprise gift for you. Have fun reading!

The sound of the cold wind blowing outside of your shop fades just as the front door closes. The jingle sound of the bell hanging above the door as it falls shut seems to echo a bit louder than normal across the seating area before everything falls silent.

In the past, this silence would have felt so deafening that it would bring you nothing but sorrow. The cold winter would have been piercing through your heart right the moment you were left on your own, and it would have become the reason why you were searching for solitude right here in your back kitchen during those winter nights, hoping to find warmth from your running ovens and the joy of creating your baked goods.

But everything is different this year.

The winter no longer brings an empty void in your chest. The warmth surrounding you as you continue working in the kitchen is not the only one that has melted your cold heart for the season. And the smile that had come to your face after your last conversation with Naeun has yet to fade even after she stepped out of the shop moments ago.

For once in your life, you welcome the cold season lightheartedly.

You even find yourself humming as you slowly work on baking, enjoying this serene moment not with a fractured heart, but with one that is filled with hope and warm love instead. You revel in the serene moment as much as you could. It always feels comforting and easy as you move around the kitchen to do your work. The repetitive act you do in the kitchen becomes therapeutic that you always end up losing track of time. That is exactly what you are feeling now, as you move from one oven to another, pulling out the pans filled with freshly baked buns from the running oven before moving to heat up the next one, never once missing a pace as you return to the counter to finish the other tasks. You have one last batch left to bake, and while you let it rest and rise on the counter a bit longer, you carry on to finish the icing for the cake that you had baked earlier with Naeun before you had to let her go so she could enjoy the weekend.

It was a good thing that you had decided to close the shop way before the evening rush would start coming in. It has given you the additional time you needed to do the extra work while giving the girls a chance to have a free night.

You figured it would have only been fair to them as you have your own personal reason to close up the shop much earlier than usual today. It was also the reason why you are still busy in the kitchen once everyone had left, and why you are putting an effort to make these extra last-minute batches of baked goods.

Today is a special day.

So special that it didn’t matter if you had a long, busy day at the shop and encountered a bit rush in the afternoon because of it. The only thing you are feeling now is excitement and joy, while you are also hopeful that you will be able to make someone happy on his special day.

Just as you are putting the final batch of cinnamon rolls into the pre-heated oven, you can hear the jingle sound of the bell from the front door ringing once more. Thinking that it might be Naeun who came back to grab something she may have forgotten, you don’t bother to rush out to see who it is. But as minutes go by and nobody comes walking through the door, you start to grow wary about it.

After making a quick final check on the oven and setting up the timer, you turn away, hurriedly making your way out of the back kitchen while rubbing your hands clean down your waist apron and making sure that your blouse is tidy and presentable. You make haste, worrying that a customer may have failed to notice the ‘close’ sign or that one of the waitresses had forgotten to put up the sign and lock the doors on their way out.

“Hello?” you call out towards the dimly lit room as you cross the room to the front. Yet the moment you recognise the person standing in the seating area, your uneasiness quickly calms down.

It doesn’t matter how much time has passed, your heart still beats like crazy whenever you see him. The love that you feel blooming inside you whenever you look at him almost seems unreal and it doesn’t seem to be fading away anytime soon. Even his whole presence seems almost too good to be true, as he is standing there right in the middle of the room, surrounded by nothing but empty seats and tables. The main lights in the shop have been turned off when everyone else left the shop. Yet the room isn’t left completely dark, still illuminated by the lights coming from outside and from the display counter that you had left on, added with the sparkles coming from the decorations that the girls had put up since winter came.

Still busy looking around him with eyes full of awe, Seokjin has yet to notice you there, completely oblivious to how easily he takes your breath away simply by watching him in complete silence.

Just as you come around the display counter, he finally turns to notice you and smiles. “Isn’t it a bit too early for Christmas?” he asks you while pointing at the decoration hanging on the walls and the large windows, filling your modest shop with lavish colours to bring in the holiday festive mood.

Laughing softly, you can only shrug as you walk over to him. “Have you seen the other shops around us? They already started putting up decorations since the last week of November to draw more customers. The entire block looks like Christmas town,” you tell him with your hand waving around, pointing at all the decorations around you which he was marvelling at. “The girls got jealous after seeing all the other shops looking all fancy and joyful for the holiday season, so Naeun insisted that we join them and light up the place too. They seemed so excited about it, so what else could I do? They did get a bit carried away for a bit, though. I barely managed to stop them from bringing in a massive tree and got them to choose a smaller one.”

The entire time you were talking, never once did Seokjin look away from you. His eyes are warm when he smiles and says, “The place looks lovely. I think they did a great job changing things up. Not too fancy, but joyful enough for winter.”

Seokjin turns to take another look at the seating area. A smile appears on his face just as his eyes fall on the corner seat that he and Soojin have been frequently using ever since they first came into the shop. Following his gaze, your heart flutters, just like how it always does when you catch the sight of that special seat, as you are always reminded of your own beautiful memory of how your friendship bloomed into the deep bond that you have today.

Even the way he looks tonight reminds you of your first encounter, making your heart flutter when you look at him again. The winter outside has yet to reach its peak. Yet while he is not wearing his long winter coat just yet, the short black winter jacket he is wearing still reminds you of the long black coat that he was wearing the first day he came through that door.

The dust of snow clinging to his broad shoulders and the hem of his jacket, the way he tugs on the jacket when he pushes his hand into its pocket, and how the jacket makes him appear stronger and taller as it fits perfectly on his body—the sight brings you back to the moment he first stood came into your shop with his daughter in his arms with the dust of snow clinging on his dark coat. You look down at the buttoned-up shirt that he is wearing underneath his jacket, partly covered by the hand-knitted scarves he is wearing around his neck, and remember that he has just gotten out of the office before coming here.

Just about an hour later than usual, you realise, and you cannot help but smile when you think about the reason why.

“I wasn’t expecting to see you here. I thought we were planning to meet at your parents’ place?” you ask him once he is done marvelling at the place, reminding him of the original plan that you had made with him earlier this afternoon.

As today is his special day, his parents had arranged a birthday dinner for him and invited you to come along to celebrate together. It has been months since you started officially dating, and Seokjin has always been open with his family about your relationship since day one. The fact that Soojin has always talked about you whenever she was spending time with her grandparents had only added to their curiosity even further that it didn’t take long before he finally took you home to meet them.

Ever since the first meeting, his family welcomed you with open arms. The baked goods that you brought them on that first family dinner certainly helped melt the ice while Seokjin was introducing you to everyone, but it was Soojin who did all the work to let everyone in the room know how special you were to her. The memory of that first meeting brings a smile to your face each time it comes back to you, and all the nerves that you may have felt about meeting them again tonight simply fade into hope.

Seokjin pulls his hand out of his pocket to take your hand in his, bringing your attention back to him. “I just couldn’t wait to see you,” he says with a shrug, making you smile even wider. He has always been honest about his thoughts and feelings, and he seems to enjoy making your heart flutter by doing so. “And the surprise party ended earlier than I had thought it would. The managers probably worried about having to pay overtime if anyone stayed longer.”

You smile at him just as he mentioned the office party. It was a little over an hour before he was supposed to leave work when he called, sounding completely bewildered as he told you about the surprise party that his co-workers were giving him to celebrate his birthday. “It was so nice of them to throw a party for you.”

He grins. “It was a nice surprise. Too bad you couldn’t be there, though,” he playfully whines while pouting. During his call earlier, while he was telling you that he might be getting off late from the office due to the party, his friends had urged him to invite you to join them. Even his friend, Jaehwan, had offered to pick you up from the shop. But with the plan of closing business early, the shop became extremely busy during rush hour that you couldn’t easily get away.

“Yeah, I’m sorry about that,” you tell him while smiling apologetically to him. “The moment we put up an announcement that we’re closing a few hours earlier than we normally would, we immediately got a long line of people buying stuff to take home all afternoon. The shop got so busy that we all got our hands full. I was lucky enough that I still got a chance to sneak out and pick up Soojin at the school on time.”

“Oh, right. I’m sorry for giving you so much trouble today,” he groans, only remembering now that you had taken care of his daughter while he was also busy at work. For the past month, due to his work getting extremely busy towards the end of the year, both of you have been taking turns picking up Soojin. She would later either spend the rest of the afternoon waiting for her father to finish work at her grandparents’ or at your shop whenever business isn’t too crowded. It takes a lot of adjusting to do on your part to juggle between managing the bakery and caring for her, but you have always enjoyed spending every moment you have shared with her that you have no complaints about it at all.

That’s why you only wave him off. “It was nothing. Though she did try to argue with me and begged to come back with me to the shop instead of going straight to her grandparents,” you tell him, laughing softly when you remember Soojin sulking a little when you refused to let her stay with you. It’s even more adorable to think about it now, realising now that she looks just like her father when she was pouting her lips while arguing with you. “It took a lot of convincing until she finally gave in. Though it might have had something to do with the oatmeal cookies I brought with me to bribe her.”

“Thank you for putting up with my spoiled girl,” he says, chuckling softly as he imagines you dealing with his little girl. He has always admitted that Soojin can be a handful sometimes, despite being a bit more mature for her age, but you have always put up with her so many times that Seokjin is always left in awe. There is a hint of admiration in his eyes when he puts his arms around your waist, pulling you to him. “I can’t thank you enough for helping me out with her today. And also for tonight. You’re still busy finishing up?”

You nod a little while hiding your face from him. He draws out this reaction from you so easily regardless of how many times he does it. All he has to do is look at you with those sweet, attentive eyes, and your cheeks would grow warm, your chest would flutter, rarely could you ever hide it from him that he would do it more deliberately just to make it last longer for him to enjoy.

“Just one more batch to finish up before we can head out. Naeun helped me finish more than half of what needed to be done before she left so I got a lot of them covered.” You smile as you recall nearly pushing Naeun away when she had insisted to stay and help. But you had been so determined to give her the break she needed and handle everything on your own that you didn’t give in. You didn’t mind the extra work either when you had every intention to do something nice for the birthday boy, something that he deserves to have for being an amazing lover to you and a great dad for Soojin. At least, that was your intention when you first offered to make the birthday cake yourself rather than have his mother buy one for him.

The additional cinnamon bread rolls that you have been making on the side, however, had more to do with Soojin’s special wish.

Looking up at him, a naughty thought comes to mind, something to pay him back for getting you all flustered by his subtle gestures. Leaning in, you playfully run a finger down his chest and murmur softly, “It’s a lot of hard work, especially after all the rush we’ve gotten today. But I can think of ways for you to make it up for me.”

“Is that so? Hmmm, I think I might have a good idea where to start,” he asks you with a smirk on his face, showing you the opposite reaction to what you had intended. With a mischievous smile on his face, he takes a step backwards, tugging you along with him until you are pressed to his chest when he suddenly points up above his head. “Oh, look. A mistletoe. What a coincidence.”

You look up, noticing the mistletoe hanging from the ceiling, perfectly placed right above your head. You roll your eyes and laugh. “I guess that means I get to win a kiss?”

“I don’t mind it,” he says, grinning. “And I do owe you one already for being such an amazing girlfriend.”

Immediately, your face grows hot yet again thanks to his compliment. You don’t even get the chance to dwell on it when Seokjin leans in to kiss your lips softly. His lips feel warm and velvety against yours, something that has always become the reason why you love kissing him so much. But the moment your lips mesh together and you feel his tongue licking out to graze yours in an open-mouthed kiss, you find an acquired taste lingering there.

“Hmmm…rum,” you hum softly against his lips the moment you come apart, and you feel him smiling just before he steals one last chaste kiss from you.

With a soft chuckle, Seokjin pulls away. “Apparently, the company’s rules about alcohol prohibition don’t apply when someone at the office was having a birthday and everyone was celebrating,” he jokingly says, and you quickly find that the taste of alcohol and rum on his lips and tongue are not the only things he had gotten from his party. Now that you are able to look at him up close, you finally notice all the things that the dim light around him had failed to show you.

He may have seemed put together at one glance, but being this close allows you to see his eyes—the glossy look he is giving you, the bedroom eyes that would only appear when he is slightly inebriated, his crooked smile, and the way he sways a little under your weight when you lean further into his chest.

No wonder he’s been awfully playful and flirty since he got here, you wonder, only now seeing through his effort to hide his tipsiness from you.

Resisting a smile, you playfully pout at him. “Aw, too bad,” you release a dramatic sigh. “And I was hoping that you can lend me a hand so we can speed things up and leave quickly.”

Laughing, Seokjin tries to tickle you, knowing that you’re just teasing him. “Hey! I’m not drunk. I only had a couple of shots. Just let me burn the alcohol for a few minutes and I’ll help you with anything you need.”

“Fine. I was just teasing you.” You lift yourself up on your tiptoes to kiss the corner of his lips, and that is when a sudden chill runs through your veins. You quickly glance over his shoulder, looking far out the front window to search for his car. Dread overcomes you at the thought of him driving by himself all the way here after having a few drinks. The faint memory of your past accident comes flashing through your mind. The images vanish in a blink of an eye, yet the awful feeling lingers in your chest.

As if he knows what you are thinking as you grow tense in his arms, Seokjin brushes a thumb across your cheek, drawing your attention back to him.

“Baby, hey—look at me.” It takes a moment, but you draw a deep breath and finally focus on him again. “I didn’t drive here, if that’s what you’re worried about. I didn’t have that much to drink, but I still figured I shouldn’t drive. Jaehwan drove me here.”

With a sigh of relief, you slowly calm down. “That’s—good. Wonderful.” You smile at him. “So how are we supposed to go to your parent's house?”

“I was thinking that we can call a cab, or order an Uber. That’s also why I decided to have him drop me here. If we were both going there by taxi or Uber anyway, why not ride together?” he points out, drawing a smile to your face.

“Oh, you’re probably right. And it is good that you’re here, actually. I would’ve needed some extra hands, not just to finish the final baking and packing things up, but also to carry your birthday cake and a couple of batches of cinnamon rolls that I’m bringing in for dessert.”

Seokjin raises his eyebrows. “Sweet bread for dinner, huh?” he asks, and all you need to do is nod your head before it finally dawns on him. “Ah, Soojin’s request?”

You cannot help but smile as you think about that sweet girl, and how she was practically begging you to bring in her favourite bread rolls tonight. “She said that everyone wanted to try the cinnamon rolls that she loves so much.”

“Uh-hum, and who is this ‘everyone’ we’re talking about?”

Your grin widens as you recall her exact words, listing all the people that Soojin had been hard selling your cinnamon dessert to, “Her cousins, her uncle and aunt, Granddaddy and Grammy, and she was sure that Daddy would love to have some right after dinner.”

Seokjin can only shake his head. “I’m sorry. She’s been hard selling your baked goods whenever she’s with her grandparents,” he chuckles softly, and then his gaze turns warm when he says, “But I think my little princess has gotten you wrapped around her pretty little fingers to make it so easy for you to grant her wishes.”

Thinking about Soojin, your chest is immediately filled with warmth and a deep kind of love that almost matches the one you have for him. “She certainly has,” you whisper. “Since day one.”

Moments later, Seokjin joins you in the back kitchen.

You had just finished icing his birthday cake and all you need to do is to place it in the box that you had prepared. While you are working on this, you had sat Seokjin down on the other side of the work counter where he could sit down with his hot chocolate—which he had sneakily added a few drops of rum into as his birthday treat—so he wouldn’t be able to take a sneak peek of the special surprise that you have added onto his cake.

“Are you sure you don’t need my help for that?” you hear him asking teasingly, yet you keep your eyes on the cake, making sure to be careful with it to not ruin the result of your hard work. Once the cake is perfectly secured in the box, you clap your hands together and proudly cheer,

“Done! See? I’m good at this.”

“Alright, I shouldn’t have doubted you,” he laughs while raising his hands up. As you gently place the box of cake together with the other boxes you finished packing up, Seokjin takes the time to look around. You see a grin on his face when you return to him. “This reminds me of back in summer, back on Soojin’s birthday. Do you remember?”

You raise your eyebrows at his question, wondering what he means by it. Though it only takes a glimpse at the mirth dancing in his gaze for the memories of that summer to return to you.

Once again, your face heats up, but for a reason this time, as you remember what had happened then. It was Soojin’s birthday in the summer, and you had both decided to throw a small party. The idea to surprise her with a special cake which was made by the two of you had come from Seokjin. He came to your apartment for a quick baking lesson on your day off, hoping that the privacy of your home would make him feel more comfortable to learn rather than have him come to the shop.

It was a good day, both of you had been in good spirits, feeling joyful and excited as you showed him all the steps and he was following them so easily. Until things took a swift turn. It had started with him being playful, making a mess here and there as he teased you with the flour and cream and spilled them to your skin and his body instead of the mixing bowl. The messy event had then led you to take a shower to clean up and, of course, he was there to join you to ‘help out.’ Just as your mind flies back to what happened right after that moment, your head spins and not only your face begins to heat up, your body is beginning to feel the same way.

Trying to hide your reaction, you turn away from him and pay more attention to the last running oven still baking the last pan of bread rolls. You still have your eyes on the timer when he slinks away to get behind you, and you don’t notice him there until he suddenly comes a bit too close to your back.

“What’s next? What else are you still working on?” he asks, surprising you with his hands on your shoulders. You jump in the spot and gasp, quickly laughing to cover it up. Turns out that getting your mind in the gutter is enough to make your body grow sensitive to his touch.

“Um—all we need is to wait for this one to finish baking. We still have about thirty to forty minutes left before it’s done,” you tell him while keeping your eyes on the oven and silently hoping that your heartbeat would start to calm down before he notices anything.

Instead of walking away, Seokjin remains where he is and moves his hand down to your waist. While you are busy trying to stay calm, he lifts his other hand to look at his watch and comments, “Well, we have about an hour before dinner starts so we have enough time. Did you say something about cleaning up before leaving? Want me to help?”

You look over your shoulder and smile at him. “You’re getting bored back here, aren’t you?”

“Guilty,” he says, grinning. “I feel like I’d be more useful if I’m doing something, but you didn’t even let me help.”

You turn and gently smack his chest jokingly. “I told you, you’re not supposed to see the cake until later,” you remind him, biting your lips when you think about the writings you put on the top of the cake.

‘Happy Birthday, Daddy of the Year.’

It sounds so innocent when anyone would think of the message as something that comes from Soojin. But knowing him, it wouldn’t be surprising if he reads ‘Daddy’ with a double entendre, especially once he sees the wink and heart symbol following the message.

Clearing your throat before you start laughing, you point at the boxes of cinnamon rolls that are ready to be taken away. “You’re welcome to help me carry the boxes later. It doesn’t seem much but it’s quite heavy once the boxes are full. I’m adding this extra batch because I ran out of Soojin’s favourite when we were closing.”

Looking away from the boxes of cake and dessert, you grimace at the sight of the work counter behind you and Seokjin, noticing the mess that you have created in your rush. The counter’s surface is half covered with flour, powdered sugar, and a dust of cinnamon powder that had been left behind from all the preparation and baking process. You have put away all the boxes of ingredients and unused baking pans back in the cabinets, yet you have yet to clear away the used piping bags, the empty containers and the leftover parchment papers still piling on the corner of the counter. Sighing, you nod and murmur almost to yourself, “Yeah, you’re right. Cleaning this place up also sounds like a good idea.”

Seeing that you don’t have much time to waste, you move to start putting away the trash and wash all the used pans while Seokjin goes on to wipe the counter clean. For a brief moment, you manage to work together to tidy up the place in silence. Yet it doesn’t take long before Seokjin returns to his mischievous ways and starts trying to grab your attention again.

You are in the middle of setting aside the cleaned pans when he turns to you, shaking the rag he has been using to clean and letting the dust of flour drop into the sink. All the flour had gotten to his hands that they turned white, yet he doesn’t seem to mind it at all. In fact, he seems amused for some reason as he looks down at his dirty hands with a smile on his face. It’s a good thing that he had put away his jacket and rolled his sleeves up to his elbows, keeping his clothes away from all the powder coating his skin. Yet this look seems to stir something inside you, when your stomach flutters seeing how casual he looks while being around you.

“This takes us back to that time, doesn’t it?” he asks while waving his fingers at you, and trying to reach out to spread the flour in his hands to your skin.

“Are you talking about that again?” You laugh at him and try to avoid his touch, though it doesn’t stop him from diving forward and blowing the flour towards you. You try to escape, only for him to scoop the nearest layer of powder on the counter which he has yet to wipe clean. “Stop it. You’re supposed to be cleaning this up instead of making more mess out of it.”

Laughing at his antics, you fail to dodge him when he suddenly traps you against the counter, stopping you from running away so he could start spreading the flour in his fingers on your face and hair. “Gotcha. Oh, see? Here we are again. You and I, the counter, with flour on our hair and face,” he teases you, throwing the useless rag away and resting his hands on either side of your body, trapping you between him and the counter behind you.

Shaking your head, you can only sigh and wrap your arms around his neck. Both of your faces are pretty much stained with flour now from him playing around. “Should’ve expected that you would be playing with food once Soojin isn’t around.”

Seokjin responds with a soft chuckle. “I’ve been a good influence for my baby girl. But a man should be bad once in a while,” he whispers in a low voice and leans in, ready to kiss your lips. But right as he is about to move, something catches his attention from the corner of his eyes and he looks up, immediately laughing. “And, of course, we also have a mistletoe hanging in the kitchen. Your friend is really keeping the Christmas spirit strong this year, huh?”

You quickly look up. Sure enough, there is a small mistletoe hanging right above your head. Similar to the ones you see at the front shop. Your head falls back as you laugh, picturing Naeun sneaking into the kitchen while everyone else was busy just to put this one up. “We still got a few pieces left when Naeun and the girls were done. She said something about the kitchen looking too plain compared to the seating area. She talked about putting up some here in the back and in the office before she left, but I didn’t know that she had actually done it.”

Chuckling softly, Seokjin leans closer. You don’t even have to read his mind to see what he is up to. “I love how creative your friend is,” he murmurs as his lips come brushing against yours. “Because now I have a good reason to kiss you.”

Before you have any chance to react, he presses his lips on yours, making good of his words to kiss you. This time, however, unlike the kiss that you shared earlier which had been soft and quite innocent when it comes to tipsy Seokjin, this one heats up right the moment your lips make contact with one another. You respond with a light gasp as he deepens the kiss, allowing him to slip his tongue in.

While you let him devour you, his hands move away from the counter to find your hips. Your whole body arches into him when he gives you a tight grip, and then he easily draws out a moan that comes from your throat when his hands and fingers begin to roam around, feeling up the curves of your hips and waist before travelling back down, and down, ending right at the hem of your short skirt that falls merely a few inches away from the under curves of your bottom. He palms the soft flesh of your butt from over your skirt for a brief moment and lets out a deep groan when the tips of his fingers curl beneath it to find your skin.

He breaks off the kiss just then, though he makes no move to pull away. You open your eyes to look up at him only to find him closing his, suddenly looking tense and slightly disturbed. “What’s wrong?” you breathlessly ask him, which only earns another soft groan from him.

Seokjin pulls one hand away and pinches the bridge of his nose, laughing deeply. “Nothing, I just—” he sheepishly says to you. The moment he opens his eyes, there is something in his gaze that makes you feel hot inside. You have no idea why until he continues, “I just had the sudden image of you, standing here, wearing this apron—” he starts, looking down at your body with a sigh, his gaze stops at the waist apron covering your silky skirt. He gently pulls you into his arms and bends down. He starts kissing your neck, pressing soft and gentle kisses as he works his way up to your jaw while whispering, “—and nothing else but this apron.”

You can feel a gasp coming out of you before you can stop it. The sound comes not only from the hot kisses he is giving on your skin, but also from the soft shudders that he brings out of your body. “Hmmm, naughty boy. Is that the rum talking?”

Kissing the area right beneath your earlobe, Seokjin softly laughs, his voice is deep when he says, “Maybe I just want to be naughty this year.”

You have no idea what causes you to react after that. Perhaps it was hearing his naughty words, or perhaps it was the feeling that he is stirring from within you with both his teases and his kisses. Your hand seems to have its own mind as you reach down between you, gently resting your palm on his covered bulge that has been poking at you since he first started pressing his body against yours.

“I can tell,” you whisper to him, sighing softly when your body shudders just by feeling the firm hard-on he is sporting beneath his trousers. Keeping your eyes on him, you begin stroking him from over his pants and he immediately reacts, moaning softly while slowly bucking his hips into your palm.

“Be careful, baby. You might start something,” he complains, yet he makes no move to stop you. Instead, he opens his eyes to look at your face as he continues rocking his hips, while his hands return to your body, palming more aggressively down your skirt until his fingers start brushing the skin underneath.

“You started it first,” you scold him and tease him back by leaning up, pressing your lips on the column of his throat. You can feel him swallowing hard, and his hands holding down firmly on your thighs just as his chest shudders with his deep breath.

“That’s it—” is the last thing you hear from him before he suddenly hoists you up onto the counter. “You asked for it.”

You are completely caught off guard by his sudden move that you can barely react. But that soon changes when he pulls you towards him until you are resting right on the edge of the counter. “How much time do we have again?”

“Not much,” you whisper to him, unable to control your breath when your heartbeat is racing. With your new position, you have your legs spread open, your skirt pulled up nearly to your hips, exposing your still-covered center which allows you to feel the heat brewing between your legs.

“Better make this quick, then,” he quickly says before kissing your neck again. His hands reach around your back, nearly shaking as he tries to untie your apron. “I really don’t want to take this thing off.”

“Then don’t,” you whisper back to him, gently pushing him away. He pulls back immediately, looking at you with wide eyes and slightly disappointed. You realise then that he probably thinks that you are trying to stop him from going further, so you pull up your skirt and the hem of your apron further and pull him back towards you. “Keep them on. There’s not enough time. Just make sure you’re not making a mess of my clothes. I didn’t bring any set of change for dinner.”

Seokjin’s grin returns to his face, and so does the hunger in his eyes as he comes back to you. The next moment, your lips come together in a heated kiss, while his hands roam down your body, feeling you up and touching you from over your clothes. He pulls away from the kiss and starts working his way down, kissing your neck as your head falls back the moment he palms your covered breasts. His lips return to yours as he starts fondling your breasts from over your blouse, before suddenly stopping.

“It’s okay to take these off, right?” he asks you with a shuddering breath as his fingers find the buttons on your blouse and gives them a light pull.

You barely manage to voice out an answer when he starts to gently unbutton your top. His hands are shaking as he is doing it, showing you how much he is holding back from ripping the thing off of you. He finishes quickly and opens your blouse. A gasp slips out of him once his eyes fall on the lacy lingerie top you are wearing underneath.

“Fuck, baby. Don’t tell me you’re wearing this for me,” he breathlessly says, causing you to giggle sheepishly at him.

“I guess you’re opening your birthday gift a bit early,” you whisper to him before biting your lips, loving how your words seem to please him.

Running his hands up your torso, Seokjin bends low. He starts trailing his lips across your collarbone, almost looking like he wants to take his time with you. Until his hands come up to your breasts. He palms your mounds for a moment from over your lacy bra, kneading them gently until your whole body trembles as the heat within you rise to its peak, then he slips his fingers under the lace and tugs the cups down, resting them under the curves of your breasts.

“I’m going to enjoy this as an appetizer,” he murmurs against your skin as he makes his way down. His fingers find your nipples and he starts tweaking them gently, causing your whole body to rock as each bud grows hard under his touch. “Don’t think we’re done once we finish things up here, because we’ll continue this further later once we’re alone so I can take my time with you,” he continues whispering to you between each kiss that he lands on your skin, and then your breath hitches when you feel his lips brushing against your nipple.

“But for now, I’m going to enjoy this as much as I can.” Before he even finishes his words, his mouth captures one nipple, sucking it hard to draw your moans, and then he moves to the other side to do the same thing. He continues, repeating it by going from one side to another without taking a break. He seems to be in a rush, yet doing it unhurriedly at the same time when he works on your breasts, altering between sucking, rolling his tongue, and kissing gently around your sensitive nipples.

While you are overwhelmed with the sensation he is giving you with his mouth and tongue, he moves his hands down, reaching lower, using this chance to slip his hand between your legs. Right as he gives your nipple one light bite, his fingers brush against your covered heat. He easily finds the crevice between your folds and presses against it, drawing your cries of pleasure.

“You’re so wet,” he groans, pulling away from your breast so he could look down. His eyes are burning with clear desire as he watches himself rubbing your pussy through your lacy panties. The more he feels your wetness pooling under his touch, the more he rubs against it. He moves his fingers up and down your pussy until he feels where your clit is hidden and circles around it, and your body responds to him by rocking on the counter, pressing against his touch to ease the pulses you feel rising within you. “Fuck, I love you in this thing. I better get to have a good look of you in it later.”

“Later, I’ll let you see everything,” you moan as you feel him touching right where you need him to. But you still want more. “Touch me, Jin. Please.”

Wasting no time, Seokjin roughly tugs on your lacy panties and pulls them down your legs. The force that he is using to strip you down is not enough to rip the flimsy fabric apart, but it does leave a snap on your skin that seems to trigger something inside you. Something unfamiliar and new. You have no idea what to think of it, but the sensation that it brings onto your body makes you feel curious and excited to explore it further with him.

Later, you remind yourself of his promise to continue further, and your heartbeat picks up just by thinking about it.

Your body shudders, and you are pulled out of your thoughts as Seokjin runs his hands down your exposed thighs. You are still wearing both your skirt and the waist apron, both hiked all the way up to your waist at this point, giving him all the access to look between your legs. The coldness you feel building there becomes the evidence of your arousal, while the heat inside your pussy seems to escalate with each pulse of desire, and it only grows intense when Seokjin’s fingers keep coming close to your center.

He stops just before he could touch your throbbing core and pulls away from you. Your mouth falls open, ready to protest when you lose his touch, yet you are immediately silenced when he begins unbuttoning his shirt.

Time is running out, so you reach out to help him. Within moments he has his shirt open, revealing his bare chest that keeps heaving with his ragged breath. Both his pants and boxers are pushed down to his hips, freeing his hard shaft which appears hard and rigid and highly appetising that you unconsciously start licking your lips at the sight of it. You have never felt so hungry for his taste before, but there is a musky scent that is coming from him as he steps back closer to you which draws out your need. You clench your hands, stopping yourself from reaching out to touch him, yet he beats you to it anyway when he wraps his palm around his girth and begins stroking himself. He slides his hand up and down his length at a slow pace, while reaching out to touch your legs with the other. You still have your eyes locked on the head of his cock, noticing the drop of pre-cum that comes seeping from its slit, just as his fingers begin tracing a circle pattern right on the apex of your thigh.

“Spread your legs wider for me, baby,” he groans as he continues stroking his cock. His eyes look deep and sharp, and you can recognise his desire, his hunger, only that he isn’t hungry for any of the desserts that you have finished baking around you.

You do as he told, completely entranced with the way he is running his fingers on your skin. His hand moves down, tracing the side of your thigh before working its way to your back. He gently slides the bottom of your skirt upward and palms your bare bottom, pressing gently until you arch into his touch.

His big hand feels perfect against your skin. You revel in his touch as he guides you to lift your hips up from the counter, opening yourself up for him as he takes a step closer, positioning himself right between your parted legs. Giving himself a few more strokes, he then starts rubbing the thick head of his cock on your pussy.

“This is going to be fast, baby,” he mutters, his voice coming out so deep and low that the sound of your blood pumping through your head almost drowns his words. Nodding your head, you slide your fingers between your folds, making sure that you are wet enough and ready for him as he slowly aligns himself right at your pussy.

Your body shivers as he slides his cock between your folds, quickly replacing your fingers right after you move your hand away, and he begins sliding his cock up and down your slit, stroking against your wetness. With each stroke, you begin to anticipate that he would find your entrance and push his way inside you, except that he is choosing to make you wait rather than going straight into it. He brushes his cock against your clit, and your hips rise up from the counter, pushing into him.

“Jin, please. Fuck me, baby. I can’t wait any longer,” you start whining, all while rocking your hips on the counter, desperate to have him inside you.

“Who’s the naughty one now?” he gently mocks you, though he soon complies with your request.

He bucks his hips, and you feel him pressing his cock right at your entrance. With one hand holding your thigh open for him, he slowly pushes forward, sliding his cock into you and slowly burying himself inch by delicate inch. You gasp at the feeling of him filling you up, of your muscles getting stretched out as his thick cock invades your tight pussy walls. Once he has about half of his length buried inside you, Seokjin rocks his hips and pushes the rest of the way in with one hard push, drawing a sharp cry from you.

He waits until the tight pulses of your walls pressing around him begin to calm before he begins moving, going in and out of you with slow strokes. You look down, watching how his cock smoothly slides into you, disappearing between your folds and feeling him reaching deeper, all the way to the hilt of your pussy. You feel like you are in heaven when he keeps brushing and grazing all the right spots, his girth fitting perfectly well inside you. With your legs hanging around his waist, you take every thrust, every hard push, until the sparks you are feeling inside you grows more intense.

He pulls one hand back, only to return to touch your bare breast. Your head falls back when he begins to palm your mound, gently kneading your soft flesh almost simultaneously together with each thrust he gives into you. The sensation engulfing you starts becoming too much to handle as he plays with your breasts, teasing and rubbing them, while you take his pounding like a good girl.

“Keep your eyes open for me, baby,” he groans, drawing your focus to him. Opening your eyes, you watch him as he bends down, capturing your nipple into his mouth. Your face heats up as he begins rolling his tongue around your nipple, moving one side to another to give both breasts fair treatment. Your hand comes up, your fingers sink into his soft hair as you hold the back of his head, as if you can feel more by keeping him there and arching your body onto his face is still not enough.

The way your body is responding to him seems to be enough to entice him to go further. You can feel it too, as the shudders within your body continue to escalate and you are pulsing and clenching tightly around him. Seokjin pulls his head back, releasing your breast with a grunt and begins rocking his hips harder, increasing his pace as he thrusts and pounds his cock into you.

He gives you one hard thrust which knocks the air out of you, yet the pressure only gives you brief pain that quickly turns into pleasure. He continues to move, giving you more and more pleasure that feels so intense, while your voice grows louder, echoing across the room while you are lost in bliss. With both of your hands clinging onto his shoulders for dear life, you give in to the waves of pleasure that keep on rising, going up and up, until—

With a loud grunt, Seokjin pushes deeper into you and your body jolts slightly on top of the counter. You suddenly feel incredibly light, as if you are lifted off the surface, but as he gives you another push that sends your body falling backwards, the back of your skirt brushes against the cold counter and slips, forcing your whole body to lose balance and stumble back, taking Seokjin with you in your fall.

“Oh, shit—” he curses in his shock, though he manages to balance himself quickly. He wraps his arm around your waist to stop you from plummeting on your back and stops himself from falling over you by smacking his palm on the counter. Yet his hand slips an inch, shocking both of you.

“Damn it, guess I didn’t do a good job cleaning this place up,” he groans. He lifts his hand just then, showing you the white powder coating his palm.

You both laugh, realising that there is still a thin layer of flour or sugar right under your butt. “Oh, fuck,” he gasps. He slowly pulls out of you and helps you come down from the counter. The move happens so fast that you can barely react, though you quickly understand why he suddenly stops when he starts brushing his palm down the back of your skirt and blouse. “I promised not to ruin your clothes, didn’t I?”

“Well, yeah—” you murmur, still in disbelief. You can still feel the pulses from your impending orgasm in your body, slowly ebbing away. Your chest grows tight, feeling slightly disappointed that your friskiness is cut short so suddenly out of your—and his—clumsiness. Seokjin stops doing what he’s been doing when he notices your face, and then he looks down, catching you rubbing your legs together to erase the feeling of emptiness appearing inside you.

Seokjin chuckles softly with a deep voice and cups your face to kiss your pouting lips. “Relax, baby. I’m not done yet,” he whispers against your lips, smiling when he can see you breathing heavily again from the simple kiss he gave you. “Turn around. Thought you said you had to keep a close watch on the oven?”

Before you can react, he grabs your waist and turns your body around until you are facing the counter. Coincidentally making you face the oven that is still working hard to finish baking while trapping you back against the counter in a new position.

He bends you forward and stands behind you. With his hands, he hikes up your skirt back to its position on your waist until your bare bottom is presented to his eyes. With a soft groan escaping his lips, he gently palms your naked skin, making you shiver before reaching down between your legs. Using his knees, he nudges your legs, silently urging you to spread your legs apart for him. He then reaches down to touch your sensitive folds, rubbing his fingers up and down your slit to draw the sound of your moan before aligning himself back at your pussy. You rock back to welcome his touch, eager to have him back inside you again. His hand moves away, only to be replaced by his thick cock.

With one push, he is buried deep inside you once again. In this position, he seems to reach deeper and you feel even fuller with his presence. You are still sensitive after his rough pounding earlier that your muscles flutter around him, yet you are still wet enough to allow him to move easily, thus he begins his steady rocking, thrusting his cock in and out of you at the same pace as he did before.

With each stroke he gives you, he seems to be going further inside you, burying his whole length into your depth, and still, you cannot get enough of him. As he begins fucking you again, his hands move forward, grabbing your breasts. His hold on your soft flesh is firm as he increases his pace. Soon enough, he is fucking you harder, faster, causing the ripples of electricity running through your body to rise up into massive waves of pleasure.

A deep moan comes out of his lips as Seokjin bends down on your back, folding you further into the counter. You feel his warm breath falling against your neck. It draws out goosebumps on your skin, and your heart picks up further when he whispers, “Give me your hands.”

Driven by his voice, you let go of the tight grip you have kept on the edges of the counter and bring your hands together in front of you. He reaches out and grabs your wrists with his big hand, putting them together and pulling them forward, folding you further.

“Oh, god—” you cry out with a gasp, surprised to find how intense it feels as he slides back into you and you have nothing to hold onto.

“Does this hurt?” he softly asks. He keeps his hold on your wrists tight and firm, yet he slows down a bit with his thrusts, as if giving you enough time to adjust to this new position. Though he quickly picks up his pace again the moment you nod your head when you cannot find your voice to tell him to move.

It feels odd being bent at this angle, all while losing any bit of control with your hands being restrained in his hold. It makes you feel vulnerable, and your senses are suddenly heightened to the point that you can feel everything he is giving you—his wide girth spreading your pussy walls apart, how he keeps pushing further and deeper, how you can feel each of his thrust all the way up to your chest, how good it feels as he fills you up with his thick cock. You can even feel it when his cock throbs against your pussy each time he hits the deepest part of you, and you cannot miss the way your body moulds together so perfectly as you rock into each other.

All too soon, you feel your climax building up, rising so rapidly that you have no chance to stop it from erupting. Your muscles coil up at the first hint of its arrival, and your body begins to quiver, ready to go over the edge. You know that he can feel it coming too, and it seems like he is just as close to his release when you feel the twitch of his cock inside you. Without letting go of your wrists, he moves his hand down, reaching to your front to find your swollen clit and give it a light nudge. It sends an immediate spark right through you, and he repeats it again until your body keels over.

“Cum for me, baby. Come around my cock,” he groans between his rapid thrusts, and his words are enough to push you over, allowing you to let go and embrace your release, and you rock back to him, pushing him to join you at the same time.

You feel his body shuddering against yours, just as your entire body rocks with the waves of your orgasm rushing through you. With a few more thrusts, he finally sends you off to your climax. It feels so intense, so overwhelming, and it seems to ignite his own climax when you feel his pounding falters for a brief moment. Wave after wave of your orgasm comes rolling through you, pulsing through your body right where you are connected to each other, and it sends him off to his own release. You feel his warmth filling you up causing you to cry out his name. Your muscles are clenching tightly around him in return, milking him further to his last drop, and he just keeps on moving in and out of you at a steady pace, helping both of you ride the waves of your climax together until the pulses slowly wind down.

By the time he stops, your knees feel so weak. You are still distracted by the rush flowing down your body to notice him pulling back, taking you along with him before he pulls out. With his strong arm, he straightens you up against his chest, keeping you from falling while he soothes the skin on your wrists by rubbing circle patterns to help your blood flow normally again.

Neither of you says a thing, too preoccupied with trying to cool down and control your breathing. He watches you with a smile on his face as he helps you tidy up your clothes, then takes his turn to fix his own clothes only once you are done. Just as you open your mouth to speak, the sound of the timer echoes against the walls, notifying you that the baking is done.

“Right on time,” Seokjin chuckles softly. He kisses the nape of your neck before turning away. “Wait here,” he says as he walks around the counter to reach the oven. You watch in awe as he grabs your oven mitt to use it to pull the pan of freshly baked cinnamon rolls out of the oven. The wave of heat from the oven brushes past you for a brief moment, and he quickly shuts down the oven before setting the pan down on the counter to cool.

“Someone’s been a good student. You remember what to do. How nice,” you compliment him, earning a shrug from him.

“I got a good teacher.”

Once the high from the quickie winds down, you both rush to finish up and prepare to leave. He returns to his task, wiping the counter clean from the residue left behind from all the baking processes that he had missed and whatever is left from your carnal tryst.

Thinking about it feels naughty, but for some reason, you enjoyed every second of it. Your body shivers as you recall everything that happened, and you know that you will continue to be reminded of it when you can still feel the ghosts of his touch on your skin, when the faint pulses of your orgasm seem to linger, and you can still feel his essence dripping out of your pussy each time you move.

While he cleans, you finish packing all the baked goods, preparing them to go in the boxes that you had prepared. “I think we’re done. I’ve ordered the Uber too so we better get moving,” Seokjin says as he comes over to you, ready to accept the boxes that he needs to carry.

“We’re ready. I hope we won’t be late for your birthday dinner.”

Hearing this, he laughs softly while he expertly piles up a few boxes in his arms. “We won’t be, I promise,” he says, before leaning down to give your lips a sweet, chaste kiss.

Jin pulls back and catches you smiling as you look over his shoulders, when a sudden thought comes to your mind just as you picture yourself getting fucked against it. “What are you thinking right now?”

“Just remembered something that Naeun said earlier before she left,” you answer him with a grin on your face as you recall the conversation you had with Naeun earlier this morning. She had just returned from another bakery shop located just another block from here to have a meeting with its owner for an event. She had stayed there for a while longer to chat with her friends, the staff from the bakery who have been hanging out with Naeun and the other girls whenever they are free. And that was when she heard some odd rumours.

“She heard through the grapevines the rumours of a baker that we both know of who almost got caught having sex in the kitchen while preparing for their Valentine’s Day bake sale. He works in a rival bakery shop a few blocks away. We got to know him through the baking competitions that Naeun and I joined back when we first started this business,” you smile a little when you remember those days.

The days when you and Naeun, both fresh out of college and lack of experience, yet shared the same big dreams to help you bond with one another. Joining those baking competitions had been one of the ways you had taken to start your journey in the bakery business before opening your own shop. Out of all the good and bad memories you had then, the young baker, Min Yoongi, had once been a constant as he also started his own journey by joining the competition to gain more experience.

“He always seemed cold and a bit like a stuck-up dude. Didn’t help that he was the owner’s main baker and her favourite apprentice,” you continue while reminiscing the past, before adding what Naeun had told you when sharing the rumours, “They said the girl was the owner’s niece who is going to inherit the shop. Now that I think about it, knowing that they seem to be together now, that rumour might be true.”

Seokjin raises his eyebrows. “Maybe your friend planned the whole thing then? Add some mistletoe here and there to see if her boss would take the chance and get frisky herself.”

Thinking about it, you immediately laugh. “I wouldn’t be surprised if that was her plan all along.”

Laughing with you, a look of mischief passes through his eyes. “Perhaps next time we can make it happen? Christmas bake sale sounds good? Then maybe we can try the thing where you bake with only your apron on while I—”

You stop whatever he is about to say by swatting his arm, causing him to laugh while he adjusts the boxes of baked goods he is carrying in his arms.

“Hey! I’m only joking! I mean, if it works for them, then why not—” he defends himself as he follows you out of the kitchen, though you only shake your head and leave him be, making no comment as you make your way to the front where the Uber awaits, knowing that there is a chance that he wasn’t truly joking.

↳ Author’s note | Found the easter egg yet? Find Yoongi’s story on my Valentine’s Day special: Pour Some Sugar On Me; thank you for reading!

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