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⋆☾⋆ Big Love Ahead (2) ⋆☽⋆

!!! NSFW ⋆ 18+ ⋆ Minors DNI !!!

Summary: After you start to get better, feelings start to grow - and you find out Halsin's secret. Or: Halsin is the softest man and I want to live the cottagecore fantasy with him so bad.

Rating: Mature Wordcount: 6k Descriptors: The first two chapters are fairly genderneutral. Reader's physique is not really described aside from being quite a bit shorter and smaller than Halsin. CW: Fluff, softness, building up some feelings before we get to fucking, pet names, oblivious pining, Halsin in bear form, thirsting for druids is hot, talks about feelings, resolving the tension.

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Chapter 2: The Bear

The morning brings… surprises.

You wake up, your legs sore and your functional arm sorer, but you feel clean, and your hair still smells of Halsin.

You stretch, clenching your teeth at the pain that flares up as your muscles contract and your joints crack into place. New bandages cover your deeper wounds, and oddly enough, the sight of them makes you smile. Halsin must have dressed the wounds after you had already fallen asleep.

The thought of leaving the bed seems terrible, except that the last thing you remember is Halsin telling you he sleeps right outside. It may just be worth it to leave the comforts of your sheets to find him. You can imagine him now, his large form curled up by a fire, watching the stars in the night sky move with his impossible patience as he falls asleep, and seeing the sun rise in his golden eyes when he wakes.

You wrap yourself in your sheet and try not to collapse as you limp towards the entrance. It is only a few steps, but the way seems entirely too long, even if you can lean against the cave wall to prop yourself up. The outside is already bright with the light of dawn, and you squint into the sun, taking in the newly familiar sight of the grove and meadow, feeling the grass underneath your bare feet for the first time.

At first glance, you don’t see Halsin anywhere. There is no campfire like you thought there might be, no tent or even a bedroll. You look around, a little lost for what to do. This has never happened before - you have not been able to walk by yourself for so long, and you have never left the cave before yesterday’s bath. You had never needed to before - Halsin was always there whenever you required anything, and most of your time has been spent sleeping, reading and recovering.

You look around, taking in the fresh morning air and the beauty of nature before you, when a noise catches your attention. It comes from the shadows beside the cave, right behind a big boulder covered in moss. It sounds… almost like a snore. Except no person could ever produce such a noise, not even one of Halsin’s size. It’s much too loud, much too… animalistic. But Halsin would never let you sleep anywhere where you were at risk of being attacked, right? Surely not. He wouldn’t leave you alone if he was not sure that you were safe.

Carefully, though your entire body is screaming DANGER, you make your way around the boulder. And you are met by the sight of…

A really large fucking bear.

A bear. Next to your cave. Sleeping, curled in on itself, its giant head resting on huge paws with sharp claws. You can see its chest expand with deep breaths, and if it weren’t right there in front of you, you would find it fascinating. The bear shifts, huffing as it moves, it’s nose scrunching up.

You nearly scream.

But its eyes are closed, and you press your hand to your mouth just in time that all you utter is a muffled “hmph”.

You stare and stare. Your eye twitches. Your legs shake, as if the new effort of keeping yourself upright was not enough already.

You press your lips together and try to breathe as quietly as you can. And then, you move. Slowly, ever so slowly, you try to make your way back towards the cave, away from the animal that sleeps right next to your resting place. Then, a thought comes crashing in: Halsin. Where is he? Did that bear do something to him? What happened to-

In your panic, your silly feet miss a step. It’s like you are falling in slow motion, the world blurring around you. You hit the ground with a dull crack and a cry of pain escapes from your throat. The bear grunts, its head raising.

Your spine aches and all the air that has been pressed from your lungs when you hit the ground floods back in, but you don’t scream. Instead, you close your eyes and… give up. What else is there to do?

You can hear the bear shift, and you can almost feel its breath on your face, sharp fangs glittering behind your eyelids as you wait for the worst; wait to be mauled to death, to be ripped open and devoured in a bloody mess of bones and cartilage.

The worst does not come.

When you are brave enough to open your eyes again, the bear is staring right at you. With Halsin’s golden irises glowing in its face.

*****

You get over it.

Maybe that’s the wrong way to put it.

You… find out. And you accept it. As soon as your mouth has stopped screaming in terror, as soon as paw turns into hand and fur into skin, you accept what has happened.

Halsin’s explanations make sense, and his voice calms you. You feel so stupid- you should have connected the dots ealier. But your mind is still reeling, and your heartbeat still much too fast. You might have collapsed if you were not already on the ground, but… you are oddly fine with it.

It’s just him. For a moment, the relief that nothing bad has happened to him cuts through the surprise, and that is enough to ground you. You pull yourself together and snap your mouth shut. You stare and stare, not moving, but not moving away either, as Halsin carefully approaches you, both hands raised in the air.

He sits down next to you with a sigh, far away so he won’t touch you. You watch him, watch his profile. And all you can think is: you should have known. A wood elf with his build? Of course he is a fucking bear. Of course this happens. You should have expected it.

Once the panic starts to fade, you are just ashamed at your reaction, which is not helped by Halsin apologising way more than he should.

“There’s nothing wrong,” you hear your voice say, eventually, though your mind is still somewhere else entirely, but he keeps on saying sorry for something nobody should ever have to apologise for. “You are just… a bear. It’s fine. I’m fine.”

“I should have told you.” He sounds so broken that you shatter at the sound of his voice. “I should have-”

“You should have nothing,” you interrupt him. “This changes nothing. I’m fine, I promise. I was just… surprised. I’m sorry I reacted so poorly, I should have made the connection sooner, but I swear I’m alright.”

“You were screaming for about ten minutes there.” His voice is so dry and matter of fact that you nearly burst into laughter.

“I… I mean, yes.” You take a deep breath. “Was this the ideal way to find out? Absolutely fucking not. But… Halsin. Nothing could change the way I feel about you.”

“You… feel about me?” He seems genuinely confused.

You roll your eyes, and everything you have been keeping inside for weeks now, all the feelings you tried to shun and suppress, bubble to the surface.

“You are incredible,” you whisper. You push yourself closer to him, your fingers finding his and holding tight. “I…The way you took care of me- I should have guessed you were a druid. I should have known-”

“-you couldn’t have-”

“-and even if I had known earlier, or even if I hadn’t found out just now, nothing would have changed. I love staying here, with you.”

His fingers squeeze yours gently.

“I am glad I found you, you know? This summer has been one of the best I have had in many years.”

You smile quietly, but you don’t push him. There has been a sizable surprise already, you are not sure you could take another one. You are happy just sitting next to him, his large palm covering your hand entirely.

You limp back into the cave eventually, holding onto Halsin’s thick forearm for stability, and curl up in bed again.

“I won’t ask any questions,” you say as he sits by your side, peeling berries from a twig. “But you can always talk to me. You know that, right?”

There is a small smile in his eyes.

“Thank you.”

When he doesn’t say anything else, you lay back, your lids shutting all on their own.

You dream of a bear with Halsin’s voice and Halsin’s eyes, leading you through a forest with thick trees and sweet smells. He never leaves your side and you are never lost.

*****

The next day, you ask Halsin if he can carry you to the meadow that lies before the cave.

“I cannot bear another day of being bed-ridden,” you complain. After a moment of hesitation, you add deviously, “...no pun intended.”

Halsin’s face freezes, then he bursts out in laughter, so loud it makes your ears hurt in the small space of the cave. You watch his shoulders shake with joy and think to yourself that you have never been happier.

You could probably walk to the meadow by yourself if you had a walking stick or something similar. After all, you made it nearly all the way yesterday. Neither of you ever mentions that, not when he scoops you up into his arms, and not when he kneels on the softest patch of grass he can find to put you down. You like being taken care of. You like being taken care of by him. And you get the feeling he likes taking care of you, too. One day, you’ll return the favour.

You spend the whole day there, watching Halsin go about his day, enjoying the sun on your face and the birdsong around you. The meadow is beautiful, and your eyes keep finding something new every time you look around. When Halsin carries you back to your bed that night, you can barely sleep thinking about what the next day might bring.

He carries you to the meadow every day from then on, and lays you down, as gently as if you could break, to rest in the summery sunlight. You ask him if he has anything you could help with, and he shows you how to weave baskets, how to skin an animal so you can use its hide, how to whittle and sharpen your knives and so much more. You get the feeling he just enjoys teaching you things - none of this is actually directly helpful to him in any way.

But when his deep voice calmly instructs you and sings your praises when you manage to get things right, how could you ever complain? And it’s nice to see nature through his eyes: not scary and strange, but familiar and comforting, providing all anyone could ever need.

A week passes like that, and then another. Halsin spends more and more time by your side, brooding over scrolls, helping you hone your new skills. He fishes so he can stay close to you - or at least, you hope that is why. And one day, he asks you something unexpected.

He is sitting next to you, checking the rod of his fishing pole. You watch him as you always do - out of the corner of your eye, fascinated beyond measure by everything he does and the way he moves. He clears his throat suddenly, and you are startled from your daydreams.

“I want to ask you something. The bear… did I scare you?”

You consider this for a moment, your hand resting next to his on the damp grass.

“No,” you answer finally, and truthfully. “It- it scared me that I didn’t know it was you. But once I found out that you were the bear and the bear was you… you have never scared me. Never made me feel unsafe. Why should the bear be any different? He is just another part of you. Is there… Why do you ask?”

“Well,” he grumbles, shifting beside you, and putting down the fishing rod. “You haven’t seen me in that form since then, and… I didn’t know if you would mind.”

He sounds so cautious it makes you think that someone before you did, in fact, mind. But you don’t- and you tell him so.

“Good.” His sigh is one of relief, and a broad smile appears on his features. “I will be honest, I was getting tired of using a rod to catch our dinner.”

It takes you a moment to understand what he is saying. When you realise, a shiver runs down your spine - excitement more than anything else. You are way more excited to see his bear form again than you probably should be.

“Do you… usually catch fish as a bear?” you ask, trying to sound casual. Halsin turns to you, and your heart stumbles. His features are illuminated by the light of the afternoon, soft and glowing, and a strand of hair sticks to his cheek. You want to brush it back, you want to-

“I do, yes. It’s… easier. Less time consuming. And it’s not fishing - it’s a hunt. It is fun, and it helps me… keep control while I am human. The hunt relaxes me, but it also gets my blood pumping - it can be hard to control the beast if I don’t let it out every once in a while.”

You swallow thickly. You could imagine some other situations that would get his blood pumping-

“Ah,” is the only response you can utter without sounding like a desperate fool.

A moment passes. Halsin’s fingers play with the grass, pulling and weaving. You clear your throat.

“Well, I don’t think we have any food left for tonight.”

He looks up at you, his eyes shining. You know full well that there is a basket full of smoked meat in the cave, and a whole collection of berries, weeds and flowers to eat. He must know it too.

“Well, then,” is all Halsin says. “I’d better get you back inside and go hunting, wouldn’t I?”

He gets up, towering over you in all his glory. You bite your lip.

“Actually… I was thinking I could stay here,” you mumble.

Halsin cocks his head.

“You want to watch me hunt? I promise, it’s not nearly as exciting as it sounds.”

“I don’t mind,” you admit quietly. “I just… like watching you. I would like to learn more about you - and about the bear. If that is what you want as well.”

“Hm.” He glances across the meadow, over to the river, where the water gurgles and the fishes leap. “I suppose… this should be far enough away.”

Excitement floods you like fire in your veins. You smile at him, squinting into the sun.

Halsin flashes you his teeth in a short smile. You try not to stare as he stalks over to the large boulder next to the cave and starts shedding his clothes. You try really, really hard. And you fail miserably.

You have never seen an elf with his build, the bulging muscles, the soft belly, the thickness of his thighs and the roundness of his broad shoulders. It gets you every time.

He wades into the water, and you watch as a golden shimmer flashes across his skin, bringing fur and claws and wildness with it. It makes you think of that time he built a bath for you - how his eyes flashed, how you told yourself that the spark in the water was just an odd trick of the light.

Now you think it might not have been.

The beast is hard to control when my blood runs hot.

Your belly tightens when you think about the implications of it. Was he- when he got in the pool with you… how close had he been to losing control? What would-

A triumphant roar interrupts your budding inappropriate thoughts. You watch as the bear - large and imposing, the water parting around its mighty hind legs - scoops one fish after another from the river. The thought that this wild animal is Halsin- that he is actually in there, with all his careful attentiveness, all his gentle touches- makes you feel things you cannot describe.

The whole thing cannot last more than a few minutes, but you feel like you watch the bear forever, in all his wild golden-brown glory. Every once in a while, his head turns to you as if to make sure you are still watching. Eventually, the bear wades back to shore. Only as he comes closer do you realise just how huge he actually is: Round belly, soft fur and deceptively cute ears.

A sudden flash of panic surges through you when you realise that you have no way of escaping him.

Your arms start to shake and you have to remind yourself to take deep breaths. It’s Halsin. This is Halsin, he would never hurt you. You press your eyes shut, then hastily open them again. The bear’s steps have slowed, he watches you with careful eyes. With Halsin’s eyes.

Your heartbeat calms.

With some effort, you heave yourself up from the ground, and stretch out a hand towards the bear. With steps that make the ground shake, he approaches, ever so slowly, until his wet nose bumps against your palm.

Carefully, you run your fingers up his flat nose, slowing your breath when the bear plops down next to you with a deep huff. He seems so… gentle. The wildness of the hunt is gone, evaporated along with the water of the river he stood in.

You don’t fool yourself- you have seen the damage a bear’s claws and fangs can do, and Halsin would be no different. And yet, nothing about him seems threatening or dangerous.

Your hand follows the outline of his fur-covered ear, and you smile when he twitches. For a while, you let yourself stay very still, until your legs start to tremble with exhaustion from standing up. Finally, you give in, sinking to the ground. Your stomach makes an absolutely inhuman noise as you do, and you realise how hungry you are.

The bear’s ears prick up. Languidly, he rises to his feet, shaking his fur like a wet dog.

“Hey!” you giggle when the droplets of water hit you. The bear’s head whips around, and the baring of his fangs seems almost like a smile.

He trods off, towards the boulder, and in a shudder of golden light, his form contracts and fur gives way to skin once more. Halsin smiles at you softly.

“You are a miracle, little flower.” His deep voice carries across the meadow, and you wonder if he meant for you to hear it. Heat rises to your cheeks as Halsin unabashedly dries himself off before stepping back into his trousers and pulling his shirt over his head.

He never seems to care about these things: him or you unclothed before one another. He never seems to notice it in the same way you do, though you think you have caught him looking at you a few times. You always tell yourself you must be mistaken - certainly, he would have acted upon it by now.

But to see him like this, to get to be part of his world so entirely- to be able to gaze upon the bear and see the man… Well, your blood certainly runs hotter, that’s for sure.

Halsin crouches down next to you, his finger stroking your cheek.

“You really don’t mind, do you?” His voice is full of wonder. You shrug and smile at him.

“I told you that I don't.”

“Many have told me. Few have ever truly meant it,” he mumbles. There is a pause, his face so close to yours that all you want to do is grab him by the collar of his shirt and pull him in for a kiss.

Halsin clears his throat.

“I should get the fish.”

As he wanders off, you are left to stare after him, wondering if maybe, he does not feel the same way about you as you do about him.

*****

That night, you have a nightmare.

It’s the worst one since the battle, and you wake up in tears, screaming until your lungs give out. You are only half-awake, thrashing in your bed, the smell of blood in your nose, when Halsin is already by your side, in human form, pushing your flailing arms down to the bed and talking over your cries.

“It’s alright, little flower. You are alright, you are here with me, alive and well- you are fine, I’m here with you, I’m here…”

You bury your face against his chest and sob, haunted by the faces of your dead companions, by knives slashing at you and the sharp agony of an arrow through your shoulder. Halsin holds you through the pain, his arms tight around you, the warmth of his body the only thing tethering you to the presence.

When your head hurts and you have no more tears, you gently unwind yourself from his embrace, staring at him through swollen lids. The question slips out of your mouth before you think about it.

“Will you sleep here tonight? I don’t think I can fall asleep again on my own.”

“Of course, my love.” There is not a moment’s hesitation, he just crawls into bed with you and opens his arms. You bury yourself in his strong embrace, feeling small and fragile. You are so relieved that he is here, his mere presence providing much needed comfort.

“No harm will ever come to you again,” Halsin murmurs into your hair. “I shall see to that. I will be there to protect you, little flower.”

The tears you cry now are those of an affection you cannot put into words. Exhausted by your nightmares, you fall asleep wrapped in him. You wake up a few more times that night, scared and shaking, but Halsin is always there, stroking your hair and telling sweet stories until you fall back asleep.

When you wake properly in the morning, your bed is cold where Halsin used to lay, and your sheets are stained with sweat and tears. With eyes still swollen from last night, you scoot to the edge of your bed and test the waters. Your legs carry you - hesitantly, but they do carry you. You stumble through the cave, dragging your sheets with you, intent on washing them so they can dry during the day. You will not make Halsin clean up your mess again. He did enough last night.

When you reach the outside with trembling legs, Halsin is nowhere to be seen, though you find a note at your boulder:

I am sorry if I have not returned and you must find me gone. I did not intend to leave you alone, but you looked so peaceful I did not want to wake you. I am on a hunt - I shall be back before you know it, little flower.

You grumble, but fold the note up neatly to put it in your pocket.

Little flower. He makes you smile even in his absence.

The few steps to the river seem like an eternity, but you need to wash the sweat off of yourself and your sheets. In the shallows, you can sit, though the water is ice cold and even less comfortable than it was in the little pool Halsin once made for you. However, the feeling helps you wake up, and as you are hanging your sheets from the tree branches, hurrying to rest your burning legs, you spot the bear on his way back towards your little camp.

Your heart beats faster at the sight of him: Halsin is back. You knew he would not leave you alone for long - you wondered that he left at all. Then again, you have seen the amount of food the man eats, so maybe it was hunger that drove him out of the cave.

The bear lumbers towards you, bumping your hand with his snout.

“Hey there,” you smile. Sometimes, you find it hard to connect the animal and the man, even though rationally, you know they are the same. But the bear makes it so much easier to touch him, to not feel like you are asking for too much when you let your fingers glide through his fur. He nuzzles against you so hard you nearly topple over and you laugh.

“Oy! Careful there, I’m still not too well up on my legs.” You smile to soften the blow of your words, then point towards the little hollow in the meadow where you usually sit. “Will you come lay with me? I could use the warmth after my bath.”

The bear snuffles and nods his head. You hold onto him, using his sturdy form as a crutch as you wrap yourself up in a clean sheet and make your way over to your usual spot. There are some leftovers from last night to snack on, and Halsin has left you a scroll or two with some stories about the forest. You grow curiouser and curiouser how he has accumulated all that knowledge. You know he is a druid, but he seems to know so much about the forest and all its inhabitants that you want to learn more as well.

The bear curls up next to you, sniffling and groaning quietly as he does. You carefully lean back against him, buried in a living blanket of fur and warmth. He is so comfortable, his breath quiet and steady, his belly expanding against you whenever he inhales.

You have some food while you read, but soon, your eyelids grow heavy and you close your eyes. Just for a moment, you tell yourself. You will just rest for a moment.

Sleep has you faster than a net catches a fish.

When you wake up, nothing has changed apart from the light - it has become the light of a late afternoon, the sun already low in the sky. You stretch slowly, hearing your joints crack with the movement. The bear next to you huffs and shifts. You turn around to face him, raising a brow.

“Seems we’re both having quite the lazy day, aren’t we?” You chuckle to yourself. Your stomach is growling, though, and as much as you wish you could curl up against the bear again, you should probably cook something. When you tell this to Halsin, the bear rises to his feet and trods over to the boulder where Halsin’s clothes are strewn about.

The familiar golden shimmer rises from his fur, and a moment later, Halsin in his human form regards you with warm brown eyes.

“I’ll help you,” he says.

*****

It becomes part of your ritual after that: You, curling up against the bear whenever you grow tired and he is there. Every day, Halsin seems to get more comfortable changing shape around you, and you are happy about it. The bear, oddly enough, is an excellent listener. Telling him things feels easier than telling them to another person, even though you think to yourself that telling Halsin things is already easier than telling anyone else.

Maybe it’s the fact that he doesn’t speak, or the comfort of being able to touch him without implications. Still, your heart beats faster at any shape Halsin is in, and you slowly come to realise that it’s not only lust that moves your heart. You like him. You care about him - a lot more than you realised.

Sometimes, as long as the nights are still warm enough, you sleep under the stars, curled up in the bear’s warmth, talking about the vastness of the universe or the flavour of the berries you had that day. Sometimes, Halsin the man sleeps in your bed, thick arms wrapped around your body which always seems so tiny in his embrace. He always makes you feel so safe, and he never asks for anything more. He just crawls into bed with you and opens his arms, and you slot against him like you were created to fill that space.

The only time you are ever really apart is when Halsin the bear goes hunting. Sometimes he comes home with his snout covered in blood, but you don’t mind. That is as much part of him as your violence is part of you, and you know he never kills without reason. The forest is about balance, and Halsin would never disrupt that. He starts bringing you wild game to cook and brine. Under his guidance, you learn more and more about the forest and its plants and creatures.

The leaves are almost turning when you are finally fully healed.

You never talk about it - not really. One day, Halsin just takes the bandages off and puts no new ones on. One day, you can make it all the way across the meadow by yourself, and then you venture into the forest, and beyond the cave; in the beginning always with the man or the bear by your side, and after some time, you go on your own, picking berries and mushrooms while Halsin hunts. And you never talk about leaving.

It is a quiet and peaceful and happy life. You have become closer than you ever thought you would, but still, he has never indicated that he wants anything more - nothing, aside from the sparkle in his eyes when he looks at you. You are not even sure him sleeping in your bed is any indication that he likes you… in that way. That his affections are of the same kind as your own.

You try to be quiet in your love for him, afraid of disrupting the harmony, afraid he might leave if this is not what he wants anymore. You don’t press too close, you don’t bat your lashes, you don’t make any jokes, afraid it might all get too much. The thought of losing Halsin is more than you can stand.

One day, you are laying in the tall grass next to each other, your fingers interlaced as you look up at the clouds.

“That one looks like a bear,” you say, squinting at a particularly round accumulation of clouds and pointing.

“Do you say that to tease me?” Halsin laughs. “Have I become so fat and lazy in your presence, my love?”

You frown, sitting up on your elbows, unhappy that your silly joke could have made him think that way about himself.

“You are neither of those things, Halsin. You are perfect.”

“Perfect…” he muses. “It is not in nature to be perfect, and yet all of nature is.”

You watch him, the softness of his profile, the tree trunks of his arms, the lines all of his sunshine smiles have left on his face. And before you can overthink it, you roll over and clamber into his lap.

Halsin’s eyes are full of surprise, but his hands grab your hips immediately, slotting right into place as if he has been waiting for centuries to touch you. You look down at him, anxiety and excitement mixing in your belly.

Halsin looks back, his eyes warm and soft and hungry, mirroring your own.

You lean forward, tentative and slow, giving him time to stop you, to pull away, to lift you off his lap as if you were a feather. But instead, Halsin straightens up, his lips meeting yours in a sweet relief of tension.

You close your eyes, your hands burying in his hair, his fingers digging into your hips. The kiss is sweet, but there is something simmering just beneath the surface - a hunger that is hard to describe but which consumes you whole. Your lips are swollen when you break apart, and your heartbeat is fast in your throat.

“I’ve been meaning to do that for so long,” you croak out, your hands fluttering nervously to his shoulders, his jaw, his chest. Halsin smiles, and it’s the most beautiful thing you have ever seen.

“If I had known, I would have encouraged you more.” His eyes roam your body unabashedly, and heat rises to your cheeks. “All these times I slept in your bed, I could have done so much more to help you… relax.”

You choke on your own tongue, surprised by how forward he suddenly is.

“I-” you need a moment to make your brain function again. “I’m sure we will find some time for that still, my love.”

“Mhhm, I hope so.” Halsin’s fingers stroke your cheek. “I was so focused on making sure you would feel better- I should have noticed- I should have told you that this was always an option.”

“Always?” Your brain is spinning and you think you may have lost control of your limbs. Halsin’s eyes sparkle with amusement.

“Always, little flower. There is nothing under the sun that is not beautiful, and you may be the most beautiful of all of nature’s creations I have ever witnessed.”

You have never fancied yourself a particularly romantic kind of girl, but his words make your heart flutter and your breath hitch. Halsin’s eyes flash golden and he grimaces, his hands tightening on you for just the fraction of a second. The shimmer reminds you of something, something that seems so long ago now.

“The way your eyes just- that time in the pool, when you made a bath just for me-”

“I wanted you,” Halsin interrupts you. “I wanted you with every fibre of my being, but you had never given any indication that you had thought about me that way. I was worried I might scare you away if I was too forward- that you would not feel comfortable in my presence anymore. You were not well back then, and I… I could not risk losing control. The bear would have destroyed you.”

“The bear-” your mouth hangs open at the implication of his words. “Do you mean- I-”

“I told you, it’s hard to tame the beast when blood runs hot.” Halsin’s eyes are golden again in the light of the sinking sun. “Being around you so much has made things easier in some senses, and harder in others. I only want what you want, be it man or bear.”

“Or both,” you whisper. His eyes widen just a fraction, but that is enough. You kiss him again, with all the desperation, all the desire and yearning you have kept inside for the past few months. The groan that escapes him is animalistic, and before you know it, Halsin has picked you up and risen from the ground.

You wrap your legs around his waist as he carries you, your back slamming against stone when he presses up against the entrance of the cave.

“Do you know what you are saying, my heart?” Halsin’s voice is hoarse. His breath is hot on your face and you shiver at the look in his eyes - pure desire that sparks liquid fire in your belly.

You tuck a strand of hair behind his ear, lost in the feeling of his strong, warm body against yours, trying to somehow get even closer, to feel even more of him.

“I do,” you confirm quietly. “Though for tonight… maybe I’ll stick with you in this form.”

Halsin laughs, the sound rising into the air like smoke from a campfire.

“A wise decision, little flower.” His mouth descends onto you again in a swift motion. “We’ll have to make sure I fit as it is.”

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Movie Night ੈ♡˳ Eddie Munson x Fem! Reader

Summary: Y/N and Eddie decided to watch a horror movie together, but many things can happen under the sheets.

Warnings: smut, protected sex, fingering (female receiving), overstimulation, cute sex.

A/N: thanks to my amazing bestie @eddiemunsons-girl for helping me to develop that plot, i love youuuuu <3

ANOTHER FRIDAY 13 ARRIVES and with that the atmosphere was propitious for a good horror movie, a great classic that caused chills in everyone. One of the best movies ever made was on the shelves of the video store that disappeared at the speed of light, everyone was apparently wanting to watch this memorable date.

Nothing better than watching this masterpiece with your best friend, Eddie Munson! You two were always horror movie fanatics, the difference is that he wasn't as scared as you, so he was in charge of hugging you and calming you down by telling jokes.

He was a good friend, he had nothing to complain about. On the one hand, you had fun getting scared and he had fun watching you getting scared. In the end, you both had fun.

Now during the night the metalhead arrived at your house, you would be alone all night. Your mother was a nurse and would be responsible for the night shift at the hospital. Eddie had brought a lot of the things you liked to eat, all the goodies he knew the ones you loved like the back of his hand.

He was a respectful best friend.

— Are you ready to not sleep well tonight, Miss Y/N? — he gave an idiotic laugh.

— Fuck you, Munson — you laughed back, giving him the middle finger.

Blankets, chocolate, popcorn, cookies, gummy bears, soda, and comfy pillows made that couch a thousand times better than a movie theater. Not just for the atmosphere, but for Eddie as well. He always knew how to make the place where he was, he never went unnoticed and he was always making his presence felt.

The film's suspense and dramatic atmosphere along with the chilling soundtrack made every hair on your body tingle with tension, you were always ready to see Jason Voorhees making yet another victim in Crystal Lake. There were always dumb victims too who went straight to their deaths, and at that time you and Eddie complained and cursed the characters like crazy.

And everything was great, until there was a time when a sex scene came. It wasn't weird to watch a sex scene in a movie, but to watch a sex scene in a movie with anyone on your side it's weird as fuck. You had your head resting on Eddie's chest as you watched and you noticed that his heart rate increased.

Being so close to his body, it was impossible not to notice that he had a huge erection in his pants. He got restless, and you were getting horny too.

— P-Princess... I need to go to the bathroom... — his voice was even heavier, as if he was starting to get breathless and nervous.

— If you go, I go too.

— Are you afraid Jason will kill you? — he joked.

— In fact I know what you're going to do in the bathroom... — you said shyly as you lowered your head, you couldn't look at him anymore without feeling embarrassed. — And I think I need to do the same thing...

You didn't think much before speaking because you knew your brain would stop you, so you just spoke without delay and shut up right away. The two of you didn't speak for nearly fifteen seconds, but the silence seemed to scream.

Soon, the TV was turned off by Eddie who had taken the remote beside him. Then he grabbed your waist and brought you to his lap.

You let out a little cry of surprise when you felt your pussy right above his erection. In return he smiled, an attentive and malicious smile at the same time.

— What are you doing? — your voice cracked a little as you were still trying to take back the air that was missing from your lungs from nervousness.

— Helping you with this little problem we both have — he whispered, overcome with desire.

You immediately kissed him. You've wanted to do this for a long time actually and that was an excellent excuse, a great opportunity that life gave you.

Eddie kissed you back immediately, taking one hand to your hair, tugging lightly while the other squeezed your waist with desire. The way he kissed you was voracious and there he was making it very clear that it was ambiguous that the two of you wanted to feel each other's lips for a long time.

Your hands were on his neck, running the tips of your nails subtly along the back of his neck, making him shiver and making him moan against your mouth. Obviously he wasn't going to let it go unpunished and he gripped your waist more tightly as he pressed down, making your soaking pussy rub against his hard cock.

You moaned against his mouth to feel his erection. He was nothing small apparently and you already found yourself throbbing and craving for more and more. So much so that it hurt.

His hands slid down your back until they reached your ass which was covered by the dress you wore. He slid the fabric through his fingers, lifting until your ass was uncovered. His nimble fingers found the hem of your panties, curling and tugging at the elastic with a small snap as it found your skin.

— Fuck! — you cried out as you felt the snap against your soft flesh.

He bit his bottom lip intoxicated with lust. Feeling your body pressed against his was better than he'd ever imagined.

Then he laid you down on the couch positioning himself between your legs, and making you squeeze him with your thighs, bringing him closer. Nimble fingers found the fabric of your dress, pulling it out of your body through your arms.

When he saw your breasts he went crazy and was practically salivating. His kisses went down to your neck, and he licked and sucked leaving light hickeys.

On the other hand, his hands that were on your waist dispersed. One went up to your thigh and the other was busy making it way to your sodden panties. When you felt Eddie's fingers inside your panties you moaned slyly.

Everything there was in a good mix. His kisses and hickeys on your neck mixed with his grip on your thigh and his fingers on your swollen clit had you stunned. First he started to masturbate you, making circular motions on your delicate point of pleasure.

— Oh my good... — you whimpered.

Your legs were already starting to shake slightly. You felt that he was being precise in what he was doing, his fingers were driving you to delirium.

The moans of the two of you were taking over that atmosphere. His moans against your skin were fierce and your moans were shy and sly. You couldn't explain why, but being completely naked beneath him while he was fully clothed felt strangely good.

His fingers, which were now on your clit, slipped inside, penetrating without warning. Making you scream once more with lust and desire as you feel him inside you, going back and forth with two fingers.

He was skilled. Even more skilled than you imagined and he was being amazing, much better than in your dreams.

— E-Eddie... I'm gonna cum... — you cried out in pleasure while you pushed your hips towards his fingers for more friction.

— Cum on my fingers, princess — he said in a fierce tone as he sucked your breasts voraciously.

And it didn't take long for you to feel yourself melting in his fingers, as you held him tight. At the same moment he removed his fingers from your pussy and brought them to his mouth, sucking in a fierce way that even growled slightly.

He got up and started to take off his clothes. By God, Eddie really was perfect. You didn't know whether to pay more attention to his smooth skin or in the trail of hair that ran down his belly button to his pubs.

He returned to the couch and slid his fingers down your waist until they found the hem of your panties and pulled it down your legs. You could not help but notice that he had a condom tucked into the denim jacket he'd taken off so he could use it.

You looked forward to what would come next. And seeing him "getting dressed" only turned you on more.

— How do you want?

You immediately spread your legs, giving him a privileged view of your pussy that was dripping with desire and lust. He practically growled once more.

You made a "come here" sign with your hand, making him come back to the couch and lie on top of you, making the tip of his cock brush against your entrance, making you push your hips for more contact, and he penetrated a little.

He gripped your thighs eagerly, squeezing the flesh.

— But what a hasty princess you are... — he said through gritted teeth with a mischievous smile on his face as he moved his hips deeper into you.

You felt his cock inside you, making you moan and squeeze his back and bite your bottom lip. He groaned in return.

— Damn... so tight... — he said against your neck, his hot breath against your skin.

Eddie's movements started to take on a good pace that made you moan like crazy and feel extremely satisfied and happy at the same time. You've wanted this for a long time.

— Y-You're so big... holy shit! — you cursed feeling it coming and going inside you.

Your pussy was already more sensitive from the masturbation he had given you with those skilled fingers from years of playing guitar. It was impossible to take his cock not only because of his size, but also because of your sensitivity.

Eddie's moans had you delirious, along with the sound of your hips colliding. The way he squinted his eyes tightly and threw his head back left you wanting more and more.

This was better than any dream.

It didn't take long and you were feeling a knot form in your belly, soon it would burst. His cock hit your sensitive spot over and over again in a delicious, perfect pace. He was in pure delight at the way you moaned and squirmed beneath him.

— I'm going to come again, I'm going to come again! — you screamed desperately, feeling your walls squeeze him.

— Come on my cock, princess — he said, bringing a hand to your clit, masturbating that swollen, sensitive spot of pleasure.

You practically sighed to contain the urge to scream that you were feeling and so you continued at that pace until you had one more orgasm.

— Thank you so much... oh fuck! — you moaned, feeling your legs shake and your back arch.

— I'm going to come, I'm going to come... thanks to that tight pussy... oh princess... holy fuck!

He said in a husky voice as he filled the latex of the condom with his hot cum. The way he pushed his head back made you want to cross your legs.

Now you were lying on the couch, covered by the blanket. He'd discarded the condom in the trash, it was worth every second of all that madness. You were lying on his chest while he stroked your shoulder and kissed your forehead.

— This was the best Friday 13 of my life! — you said with a silly smile on your lips.

— Mine too. Thank you, princess — he left a gentle kiss on your lips.

— But... what are we to each other now?

— More than friends I'm sure — he smiled cutely with slightly flushed cheeks.

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moon-child-goddess · 1 month

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Characters: Miguel O'hara X Reader

I wrote this for a friend who asked for it. I told her i would have it out for her birthday. Honestly don't know how i feel about this. Also not proofread completely.

Summary: Miguel and the reader are working on a project and after something happens the reader ignores him.

Warnings: Language, some yelling I guess, mentions of sexual harassment, I am sure there is more, but I am tired lmao.

Miguel and I sat on opposite sides of the dimly lit lab. Each of us glued to our portion of the project we had been working on for the last three months. Our nights had been exactly like this working together in silence with the occasional conversation. Where I would try to get Miguel to laugh. But it was him, and making him even exhale in a way that could be considered a laugh was nearly impossible. We were working on building a nanobot that would help the other spiders out in the field.

A grunt came from Miguel who was hunched over a table placing pieces together. I chewed on the end of my pen watching him work. He was distractingly, incomprehensibly attractive. He paid no mind to my staring even though I knew he could sense it.

I watched him fix his hair before reaching for his soldering pen. He quickly glanced up in my direction. There was a faint uptick at the corner of his lips that any normal person would miss. It was the closest I would ever get to a smile from him.

A blush rose up my neck as I violently turned back toward my computer. The force of my turn was a little too fast and I almost toppled the chair over. Miguel let out a ‘laugh’ under his breath. I pulled at my neck trying to get rid of the blush. Lord help me if he ever actually laughed my heart may stop.

Miguel working on soldering meant that he was almost ready for me to add a code, and I was nowhere near ready right now. Maybe just maybe If I had spent less time ogling him, I would have found a solution to the exploding problem we had last time. The cursor blinked at me in a taunting manner. I should be able to do this; I could code in my sleep.

After the last bot had exploded Miguel tried to kick me off the project. Which means I need to prove myself even more right now. I don’t want to disappoint him again. It took me over a week to convince him to let me help finish this project.

But now I didn’t know where to fix it. I was tempted to start over from scratch, but this code was a long one and it would take longer to start from scratch than I had. The trash bin next to my desk was filled with scribbled out notes and energy drinks.

“It is ready.” Miguel spoke lowly now standing directly behind me. I flinched, even with my heightened senses he moved faster than I could detect.

His hand rested on the back of my chair, fingertips barely grazing the back of my neck. My heart skipped a beat at the contact. I need to get in control of myself. This is my boss. Well kind of boss.

“I need some more time. Let me come back to it tomorrow. I don’t want to ruin another bot.” I ran my hand over my face. I wanted to finish but I knew he wouldn’t leave me here to work.

Miguel nodded, fully understanding where I was coming from. He stayed close behind me watching as I closed the computer down. His gaze was making me nervous my heart rate sped up. When I went to stand up, I stumbled a bit my legs were like Jello the nerves making it worse. Miguels hand shot out helping steady me. The small smile was back on his lips. I ducked my head down avoiding his gaze.

“We will meet here tomorrow at the same time?” There was a question in his words. As if he doubted, I would show up. I nodded.

“Good night, Miguel.” I whispered, fixing strands of his hair that were sticking out of place. His eyes closed at my touch.

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I was in the cafeteria with an unfinished sandwich sitting in front of me. I had a tablet with my code pulled up. I wanted to… no needed to have the code ready for tonight. However, looking at my mistakes I was beginning to think I was not cut out for this.

I let out a groan before hitting my forehead on the edge of table. It was going to leave a mark.

There had to be an answer.

My brain was exhausted from staying up all night going through all my notes. No amount of energy drinks was fixing that problem.

There was so much background noise echoing in the room. Other co workers were in here chatting with their friends. It kept pulling my attention away from my task. I just didn’t want to sit in the lab any longer. It was making me restless.

“I am aching from sparing, so I am going to hit the ice baths. I need to cool down.” Someone down a table from me announced to their group. I watched as he walked out the room.

That’s it!

Holy crap that is the answer. Before I could think of anything else I ran to find Miguel.

“Miguel!” I called out over the moon to share this with him. “I think I figured it out!”

I entered his office abruptly, not bothering to knock. There was no indication to whether or not he was in here. I found Miles standing in a corner, eyes wide clearly shaken about something, but I may have just caught him breaking into the office.

Miguel made an appearance from the shadows stepping off his platform. Ever the dramatic one. He was pissed, his eyes a dark black and jaw clenched. His thumb and pointer fingers were massaging the bridge of his nose as he worked through a breathing exercise.

In a blink it changed, and he was looking at me. That stupid small smile took over, and his shoulders lost tension.

“Figured what out mi vida?”

“The code! Of course.” I grabbed his hand yanking him down the hall to the lab. Miles better thank me for saving his ass. Before I dropped his hand, he squeezed my palm.

I wasted no time in getting my computer started. The glow of the monitors was the only light in here, as Miguel went to turn on the overhead lights. He pulled up a chair and sat next to me leaning in.

“I am adding in a few more lines that should start a cool down process; if it starts to get too warm.” I looked over my shoulder as he nodded at me. He watched my hands fly over the keyboard and I explained everything I was doing.

We plugged the code in to the nanobot and ran some tests. It didn’t overheat, it performed its functions flawlessly. After months of work we had a finished prototype.

It works! I jumped up standing on the stool and did a happy dance. Was it cringe? Yes, but I was too tired to care. Miguels large hands were on my waist keeping me from pummeling over on to the floor. They were warm and made my skin burn. My mind short circuited at the touch. It was all to much.

“It works.” I whispered. My face moved closer, our eyes meeting. Staring one another down.

“It does.” His minty breath fanning over my face, his hands moving up my waist a bit.

I giggled lowly and without thinking I kissed him. He froze like a statue, his hands dropping from me. He stopped breathing and didn’t blink. It sobered me up right away.

“I am so sorry. I will just go now.” I leapt down to the ground. Backing away, slowly assessing the damage I had done. He slowly came to his normal self just slightly confused.

“Y/N-” His voice was soft almost begging me to listen, but I didn’t. I took off to my room.

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It had been three weeks since that incident, and I got good at avoiding Miguel. After working with him so closely I knew his routine, so I did the opposite. And went on more missions with the other spiders. My reports were given directly to spider women. One mission had taken four days, which was a relief. Miguel was nowhere near so I could relax. He had called during the mission once, but I ignored it.

Eventually I was going to have to face him and pay pence for sexually harassing him in a workplace. For now, I was going to pretend I wasn’t embarrassed. I had better self-control than that. How could I be so stupid?

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I was handing over some gadgets to Spider-women. I was thinking about swallowing my pride and talking to him before I made his anger any worse.

“You will have to talk to him soon. I can’t deal with his mood anymore.” She took the tools from my hands, giving me a stern look. She had to be reading my mind. I winced. Miguel valued space and I crossed the line.

He had to hate me for sure, maybe he was going to banish me back home.

“I know.” I mumbled leaving before she could say anymore to me.

Miguel was leaning up against the stark white wall opposite the door glaring down at me. I backed up to run away. Call me a chicken, I was not in the mood to deal with this yet. I was thinking about tomorrow once I had a chance to rehearse. I don’t think I could handle rejection from the one person I have liked in a very long time. Before I could get anywhere though he was grasping my forearm, dragging me behind him. A cold sweat ran through me.

He opened the door to the lab. He dropped his hand placing it on my lower back guiding me into the room. As the door slammed shut, I turned to face him. There was a spot on the wall behind him that was fascinating, and I gave my full attention to it.

“Y/N can we talk? Please?” He was pleading for me to give him time. I wanted to I really did. I just- couldn’t do this now.

I tried to slip past him back through the door, but he was too quick, blocking my way out. He was going to be stubborn about this he made that very clear.

I did the next best thing and back up till there was a table between us. Just in case he started to yell. He raised a brow not missing one move I made.

“You have been avoiding me.” He stated. Coming over standing at the table in front of me.

“No, I have been busy-” Miguel raised his hand shaking his head. He had a frown that seemed to deepen with my lies.

“Don’t lie Amor. I walked down the hall, and you were running the other way. Sick for all our meetings. That says avoiding.”

“It’s not like that.” I had no legit argument, and I knew it…he knew it. I was avoiding him.

“I have been thinking of you… and that damn kiss all month.” He rubbed his jaw emotions ticking through his face.

“I got something I wanted. For you to run and hide like a coward. Which by the way you are far from being one normally.” He growled out with his teeth bared. It was kind of terrifying, almost threating. I could see why Miles was scared of him.

“I did not mean- I am sorr-”

“Do not apologize.”

I bit down chewing on my bottom lip. I didn’t know what to say or do. I was at a loss.

He stepped towards me and I took a step back. I needed to keep my distance, so I could make an escape after he broke me.

“Do you not like me?” The words hit me like a tornado. There was hint of pain behind the idea.

“No! no.” He took two long strides towards me and this time I didn’t move. I stood my ground.

“Then you should not have avoided me. That kiss is far from over.”

Before I could react, his lip were on mine. There was a millisecond where he waited for me to respond, and as he was pulling away, I met his lips. Once I did, it was passionate and messy. He fought for dominance. His warm hands were on my hips moving to settle on my thighs. There was a gentle tap telling me to jump and I did. He moved us so I was sitting at the table behind me.

Miguel tilted my head up, so he had better access. I let out a soft sigh tangling my fingers in his soft hair. I don’t think anyone else could kiss me like this. I didn’t want anyone else to really. It was more than the fireworks they say in the movies. This was a roaring fire engulfing my senses.

He pulled away slightly and bit my bottom lip ever so softly, and I shuddered. I could feel a ghost of his smile against my lips. I couldn’t catch my breath before Miguel went back in. Slower this time. Miguel used one hand to pull me closer settling between my legs. I let ous a gasp at the sudden movement and tugged at his hair. Which earned me a small groan. It was my turn to smile.

When he pulled away, I was panting, needing air. Miguel began to trail kisses down my neck to my shoulder nipping at my skin. Before setting his forehead on mine.

“I didn’t want you to run mi vida it just surprised me. Please don’t run again.”

“Sorry, I honestly thought you wanted nothing to do with me.” “Never.” He murmured and placed a kiss to the tip of my nose

#miguel o'hara #miguel spiderverse #miguel x reader #miguel x you #miguel spiderman #spiderman 2099 #Miguel o'hara imagine #atsv miguel

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ccghastly · 9 months

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hello i absolutely love your sleeping headcanons they're so cuuute!!! may i request some sleeping headcanons for javier? i know he's been mentioned a bit but i would love to know more he's my precious meow meow 💕

Javier and Sleep

A fourth installment of Headcanons

I’m impossibly happy that you folks are enjoying these!

Howdy Anon! 💝

I really don't know if I've the best grasp on Javier's character, so you're really challenging me on this one, but I'll still try my best!!

Hope you like it!

One of the few members of camp that actually has a nighttime routine

Washing his face, cleaning his teeth, changing out of his day clothes so his bedroll stays tidy, etc.

Some nights he likes to treat himself to a cup of this herbal tea that Hosea’s got him hooked on, but he’s always worried about running through it too fast. At the rate he’d like to drink it, he'd be begging more off of Hosea every three days, and that's an embarrassing enough thought to keep a lid on his budding addiction.

(Please note that Hosea restocks him every two weeks or so, and absolutely would not mind doing so more often. Would probably be very flattered that Javier likes it that much, but alas, we must leave Javier his pride)

Javier hates it when people wearing their day clothes sit or lay on his bedroll, it makes him feel uncomfortable and unclean everytime he then has to use his bedroll, until he can find the time to go through the bother of cleaning it.

And yes he cleans it himself. He has a nice bedroll, and he’s seen what the Ladies are used to having to do to get the other men’s bedrolls clean. He's not risking it.

Javier really only gets overly hot or cold if the weather is being problematic, he typically sleeps fine no matter how hot it is, but when it gets too cold he starts getting a little desperate.

How can anyone expect him to sleep while his teeth are chattering so hard he’s going to have less teeth than uncle come morning.

Discovering that Arthur is a snoring furnace was a glorious day.

The first time it happened was genuinely an accident. Javier and Arthur had been ironing out the issues on a few plans in Arthur's tent and only when Abigail shooed Jack into Arthur’s tent for bedtime did they realize how late it had gotten, and Arthur invited Javier to just stay the night instead of slogging back through the snow for his own bedroll.

That perfect night of finally getting to be warm awoke a horribly greedy beast within Javier. He was thenceforth determined to sleep in proximity to Arthur until either it stopped snowing or he dropped dead. Fully willing to lie, cheat, swindle, beg, and kill to ensure it.

He shared a roof and a mattress with innumerable cousins when he was younger and still finds the sounds of others snoozing nearby to be very soothing.

Is also used to fighting for the blankets and has an undefeated claw grip on any and every blanket he can get his unconscious little fingers around. Be very wary of getting any blanket too close to a sleepy Javier, 9/10 chance you will lose it.

Pretty easy to wake, but be warned that you will not get a single coherent sentence until he’s had the time to properly wake himself up. (he honestly might be speaking Spanish, but no one can really tell with how mumbled and slurred it is.)

Likes chewing mint leaves to get the taste of morning breath out of his mouth.

Very cuddly while he's groggy.

Charles has been startled so many times by a sleepy Javier just flopping onto him.

Javier draping over his back while he’s sat drinking his coffee, Javier using him as a leaning post while he’s stood watching the sun kiss the horizon, Javier dropping his face into Charles' belly to hide while Charles was laid dozing.

The amount of times that Javier nearly got shanked before Charles got used to him is a truly alarming number.

Nowadays Charles is very used to Javier's tactile inclinations, and he quite likes getting to spend this quiet time with the other man. Finds it a bit adorable tbh.

Javier is only blearily aware of these occurrences, but he’s very grateful for Charles’ unjudging indulgence of his peculiarities. He likes to do Charles simple favors and give him little trinkets as thanks.

(Wow, this got way longer than I thought it would)

Links to the rest of this series ↓

Arthur and Sleep

John and Sleep

Charles and Sleep

#rdr2 #red dead redemption 2 #red dead redemption two #rdr2 headcanons #ccghastly #javier escuella #hosea matthews #charles smith #headcanon #ccg chats

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soooooo- I might’ve made a Flora x Iris fic

here you go you little obsessed gremlins :)

(it’s not my best work since I wrote it at like 3am tho)

I woke up in a cold sweat. I had just had a nightmare like no other I’ve had before, one that I was honestly shocked my brain was able to make. I’m used to having nightmares since I might have kinda been cursed… BUT THATS NOT IMPORTANT RIGHT NOW OK!? Anyways, it was horrible, I wanted to cry, yell, something…but I didn’t. I looked to my side to see my girlfriend, Iris. She was sleeping peacefully like always. When she’s asleep, it’s nearly impossible to wake her. I decided I was going to go downstairs to get some water and contemplate my entire lives decisions.

A little backstory on how the hell my life got to this point: my name is Flora, when I was younger and dumb, some weird f-cking demon cursed me so no man would ever love me. Jokes on them, I’m a lesbian so it actually kinda helped me. Now there aren’t any creepy guys hitting on me. I also have a girlfriend who is literally the best yada yada, whatever. If I keep talking about my girlfriend for too long I’m gonna go on a rant about how much I love her and I don’t think anyone wants to listen to that.

I went downstairs and grabbed a cup of water. My phone said it was 4 AM. I just drank my water and wondered what would’ve happened if I were to, I don’t know… NOT BE LITERALLY F-CKING CURSED BY A DEMON!!! Oh, and by the way, the demon also cursed me to have nightmares every night. You would think I would be desensitized to them but NOPE. Still scare the living hell out of me EVERY. SINGLE. TIME.

Yea. Not fun. I started thinking about the nightmare I had, the heart rate increased, my hands got shaky, my breathing got shallow. Oh for f-cks sake. yup. I was having a panic attack.

Look, I’m not an expert on what the hell to do during sh-t like this. So I just kinda stood there. I felt like was gonna literally collapse. I shut my eyes tightly just hoping, begging for this to stop.

But that’s when by some miracle my girlfriend, Iris woke up. THANK THE GODS HOLY HELL THAT WAS PERFECT TIMING.

At this point I had my eyes shut and was just trying not to collapse. Iris rushed over to me and instantly picked me up. Yes, I might be taller than her by like 7 inches but she can still carry me like I’m a child. She brought me to a chair and make me sit down, my breathing slowly went back to normal and my heart rate was no longer fast. I opened my eyes back up as iris spoke to me

“hey, shh it’s ok. I’m here for you, Flora. You don’t have to hide anything from me honey.”

Her words brought tears to my eyes as I realized that I wasn’t alone. I had my amazing, kind and beautiful girlfriend here with me to help me. I looked at her, most people only know her for her strange appearance, it can be rough for entities like us to fit in with humans. She had an eye for a head, most people would be a bit freaked out… but not me. I mean, I’m just as strange since I have a flower for a head. I hugged her tightly, as I hugged her tears started rolling down my face. I don’t cry often, and when I do I never cry in front of people. I don’t like showing weakness. I’m supposed to be the strong one, the rock for others to lean on, not the one who’s crying.

Iris patted my back as I cried and she hugged me. “Shhh, it’s ok honey, you’re ok…” Iris said to me. I eventually stopped crying, me and Iris got back in bed and slept.

#Flora x iris

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ktwritesstuff · 2 years

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Nebraska (a stranger things fanfic)

Title: Nebraska Fandom: Stranger Things Rating: Explicit Characters & Pairings: Steve Harrington x Max Mayfield (future!fic) Word Count: ~2,000 Summary: When Steve had dreamed of a cross-country roadtrip, this wasn’t what he had in mind. Dark!fic. Unbeta'd. May God have mercy on my soul.

Notes: Be forewarned, this has been called the most depressing smut ever. The world is ending and Max & Steve are the last ones left. Why would I ship Max with Steve when Lucas is literally right there? Truly there is no excuse for this...Title and lyrics from Bruce Springsteen's "Nebraska." Tropes & Content Warnings: age difference, angst, character death, first time, hurt-comfort, p-in-v, trauma-bonding, unprotected sex

I can't say that I'm sorry / For the things that we done At least for a little while, sir, me and her we had us some fun

Vecna had burrowed into Max’s psyche like a virus, lying dormant and biding his time. Somehow she had fought her way free of him, but it was too late. Their homes destroyed, their families gone, they did the only thing they could: they ran. Nowhere in particular; all they knew was they had to keep moving. Hopper and Joyce stayed behind with El for one last Hail Mary. Mike begged to stay with her, but El wouldn’t have it.

They didn’t know what happened, but it couldn’t have been good. Once Hawkins fell, it didn’t take long for the darkness rooted there to infect the rest of the country.

They lost Nancy first. Vecna wanted her–that bastard–to make her pay, but she was strong and defiant until her last breath. After that was Lucas–too brave and too in love for his own good.

Years passed and their numbers continued to dwindle. Steve still had nightmares about the look on Robin’s face, begging him not to let her go, something on the other side of the gate pulling, tearing, ripping until she went slack in his arms and Dustin had to drag him away.

Sweet Dustin–after a week delirious with fever, despite force-feeding him the last of the meds that they had hoarded–had succumbed to an infected bite. It nearly broke Steve–he spent three days in bed, not sleeping, refusing to eat. The sound of Max stumbling around the RV–determined to keep herself fed and warm and alive despite everything they had suffered–finally broke the spell.

She couldn’t see and although she had recovered from her injuries better than anyone could have expected, she’d always walk with a limp and couldn’t move fast or very far without stopping. It was just the two of them now, and Steve realized if he gave up, he’d be taking her with him and he couldn’t do that–not ever. So he did what he always did; he got back up.

They had run out of gas just west of Lincoln, but nestled like spoons with the windows sealed and the curtains drawn over the little cubbyhole bed of the RV, swaddled in moth-eaten blankets and the warmest clothes they could scavenge, the cold was almost bearable.

Though there wasn’t much difference now between the day and the night, a soft purple light on the horizon signaled that somewhere, impossibly, the sun was rising and setting despite the shadow and gloom that covered everything. It had been three days and although they were both losing hope, in the morning Steve would drag himself out of bed and go out in search of a petrol station or abandoned farmhouse that might still have enough fuel to get them moving again.

Steve woke from his fitful sleep as Max turned over on the thin mattress to face him. He figured she must have been cold and hugged her into him.

Max’s hands creeped over his arms and chest. He didn’t mind, supposing she was just reassuring herself that he was still here and whole. Max touched his face, her fingers moving feather-light across his cheek, his jaw, his chin. Once she had found his lips, she leaned in, softly pressing her mouth to his. Steve blinked, fully awake.

“Hey,” he said softly, not wanting to startle or upset her. “What are you doing?”

“I want you,” she said, her voice shaking. “I want you to touch me.”

Steve was surprised and not surprised. Back when they were both kids, he had suspected Max harbored a little puppy crush on him—the kind that never would have come to anything if their lives had turned out the way they were supposed to.

“Max,” he sighed, reaching for her hands as they tried to loop around his waist. “You know that’s not a good idea.”

“I haven’t bled in months, so I’m pretty sure the baby factory is closed if that’s what you’re worried about,” she protested.

It was, but it wasn’t the only hang-up he had with what she was proposing.

“Max–it’s not that simple.”

“I know I’m not the one you want,” she said. “But you can pretend; I don’t care.”

“It’s not that,” he said. “It’s not. You’re just–”

He almost said ‘just a kid,’ but that wouldn’t be true. He could feel the soft swell of her small breasts pressed against him, the jut of her pelvic bones and the slight curve of her hips. She wasn’t a child anymore, but a young woman–at least 20–which made him…he didn’t want to think about it.

“My responsibility.”

A fat tear dropped from the corner of her eye and pooled at the bridge of her nose and he gently wiped it away.

“Please,” she pleaded, so desperately it broke his heart. “I don’t want to die a virgin.”

“You’re not going to die,” he snapped, holding her head in his hands. She couldn’t see him, but he needed her to know he believed what he was saying. “I’m not going to let that happen.”

He remembered the horror, when Will’s mind had finally broken. How scared Max was that she would be next to lose the endless struggle against Vecna’s hold over her. Steve told her that she wouldn’t; she wouldn’t lose, because she was stronger. It wasn’t Will’s fault–he had been through too much, held out longer than anyone had the right to ask of him–but girls were stronger. They had to be. Like Nancy. Like El. And Robin, too, but they were all gone now.

“We are both going to die,” she said. “Maybe not today. Maybe not tomorrow, but soon. And when we do, it won’t be your fault. None of it; you did everything you could to keep us safe. To keep me safe.”

For the first time, Steve was glad she couldn’t see his face as his expression crumpled, but he was sure she could feel him shaking as he stifled a sob rising in his chest.

“But I need you to do this for me. Please.”

Her voice was strong and assuring now. She really was all grown up.

“Okay,” he relented finally, wiping his eyes and taking a moment to catch his breath.

“But you gotta let me do it right,” Steve explained. “Kiss you and touch you and make sure you’re ready. It’s not supposed to hurt; that’s just bullshit propaganda guys spread so they don’t have to put the work in to make a girl feel good.”

“Yes,” Max nodded.

“Okay,” Steve’s breath hitched. “If you change your mind just say the word and I’ll stop.”

He took her waist in his hands. She was so thin–they both were–and Steve lamented all the times he had given up ice cream, pizza, burgers, and fries for the sake of his vanity. He swore if he ever got the chance, he was going to get fat and not give a damn what anyone had to say about it.

Steve kissed her, gentle pecks at first, open mouthed no tongue, then more deeply. He moved his hands down her body, across her backside, sliding one leg between hers and hitching her thigh over his hip. Max sighed, relaxing into him. He worried at first he had lost his touch, but it really was like riding a bicycle.

He stroked her thighs, her breasts, her neck–all the places he could remember girls liked to be touched–and Max seemed to mirror his movements. Her hands moved across his chest, and arms; she ran her fingers through his hair. It felt good to be touched so gently and carefully.

“I’m going to get on top of you.”

Max shucked off her tattered sweater and he eased her onto her back. Steve guided her thighs apart and knelt between her legs.

He tucked his fingers under the waistband of her panties.

“I’m going to take these off,” he said.

Max nodded her ascent, and he slid her threadbare underwear down her thighs as she drew her knees up to shimmy them off the rest of the way. She had pale scars on her arms and legs from surgeries to set the bones with screws and pins.

“You’re beautiful,” he said, reaching out to brush a strand of hair off her face. “Really fucking beautiful.”

Max smiled, but it never quite reached her eyes the way it used to.

“I mean that,” he said, bowing his head to kiss the space between her collarbones at the hollow of her throat.

He wondered what image of himself she held in her mind—comforted by the fact that the last time she had laid eyes on him he had been a better version of himself. Before he had gotten so pale and his eyes had gone dull and his hair had lost its shine.

But laid out in their bed, trusting him, wanting him, she was still as beautiful as ever. It made him feel like his old self, like there was still something to hope for, even if it was just to give her a moment of pleasure. To make her feel desired; to make her feel loved.

“Do you ever touch yourself?” Steve asked.

“I used to,” Max said.

“Show me how,” he said. “Show me what feels good.”

Max bit her lip, moving one hand down, fingers brushing through the wiry hair covering her mons, through her inner lips stroking up and down.

“Can I touch you now?” he asked.

“Yes,” she panted.

Steve slipped one hand between her legs, taking up the firm up and down strokes over her clit. She was wet, but not wet enough.

“What else do you want me to do?” he asked.

“Kiss my neck,” she said.

Steve obliged, leaning over to press his mouth against her throat, across her collarbones and chest. Max ran her hands through his hair, kissing the crown of his head, his temples, anywhere she could reach. Still stroking her clit, he could tell the thick dew of her entrance making things slippier.

“I’m going to put my fingers inside you,” he said. “Tell me if it’s too much.”

Max moaned and nodded, clinging to his neck.

Steve slid a finger into her, stopping two knuckles deep at the first hint of resistance. Max spread her legs a little wider as he traced small circles against her inner walls until he felt her relax a little more. He pressed a little further, curling his finger up and inward until Max gasped. That was the spot–a little hard to reach, tucked away in the curve of her pelvic bone, but he could make it work.

He drew his finger out, adding another, scissoring them just a little as he massaged her from the inside. Max sighed and arched her back into him. She gripped his shoulder hard, her eyes were pressed closed and her mouth hung slightly open.

Steve withdrew his fingers, sliding them up and down her folds before adding a third, pressing them into her while circling her clit with his thumb. Max whimpered and wet her lips, taking slow, deep breaths.

“I need you to come for me before I put my cock in you,” Steve said. “Can you do that for me?”

Max nodded. “I think so.”

He kissed her again, soft and slow, still massaging her with long firm strokes. Max squeezed her thighs into him with a gasp and let her head fall back against the mattress.

“That’s my good girl,” Steve said, stroking her hair. “Tell me how it feels.”

“Good,” Max sighed. “Like waves…pulsing.”

“Do you want to keep going?”

“Yes.”

Steve sat up, peeling his shirt off and pulling down his shorts.

“I’m getting undressed, okay?”

Max reached up, placing her hands on his bare chest and he shuddered. She combed her fingers through the hair on his chest–God, when had he started to go gray. Steve held her hand over his heart, reaching down with the other to stroke himself.

He couldn’t even remember the last time he had masturbated–let alone finished. He couldn’t think about sex without remembering Nancy–a vision of her at the end springing into his mind unbidden.

Steve squeezed Max’s hand a little harder, grounding himself in the warmth and softness of her skin. She was here; she was real and she wanted him.

Max ran her fingers down his ribs, across his stomach, following the path of his happy trail to his half-hard cock.

“Let me do it,” she said. “Please.”

“You can do anything you want.”

Steve slid his hand down her arm as she gripped him gently, running her hand up and down his shaft. Her thumb slid across the tip, wiping away a droplet of precum and stroking the taught band of tissue on the underside of his shaft.

“Is that good?”

Steve cleared his throat.

“Yeah, that’s good.”

He bowed over her, supporting his weight on his arms.

“I’m gonna start to press into you,” he explained. “You gotta tell me if it hurts. We don’t have to stop, we just gotta make sure you’re relaxed enough, okay. You promise?”

“Yes,” Max nodded.

Steve positioned himself at her entrance, pressing in just the tip. Max gasped, digging her fingers into his shoulders. Steve froze.

“I’m okay,” Max said after a few deep breaths. “I’m okay.”

Steve drew back slightly before pressing in a little deeper, a few quick, shallow strokes, before pressing into her all the way. Max whimpered, drawing him closer.

He continued, following each series of short, teasing strokes with deeper and deeper thrusts until Max arched into him, nearly keening. He could feel her walls pressing in around him. Steve moaned, nearly losing himself in the sensation.

“I’m close,” he warned.

Max squeezed her knees into his sides. He tried to pull away but she only gripped him tighter.

“Max, let go,” he said, trying to press her thigh away with his hand. “I gotta pull–”

Steve came inside her with a wave of relief. He could feel her inner walls contracting around him–it should have felt good, but he couldn’t shake the sense of icy dread settling over him. Max stretched out under him, languid and relaxed. He rolled over, panting, and covered his face with his hand. Beside him, Max sighed in satisfaction.

“I have to pee,” she announced at length.

Max climbed over him, drawing the bed curtains and feeling her way down to the door. Technically there was a toilet in the back, but it was such a bitch to maintain they mostly used the space for storage now. Steve sat up, still in a daze, to watch the top of her head through the sliver of exposed window.

He found a rag that was still mostly clean and wiped the sweat from his face and chest, waiting for Max to come back inside. She felt her way up the steps with practiced ease; finding the curtains with one hand and feeling for the mattress with the other. Her hand landed on his thigh.

“You’re letting all the warm air out,” she warned.

“I wish you hadn’t done that,” he said, draping a thin blanket over her shoulders.

Max frowned.

“I’m sorry,” she said. “I didn’t mean to–I got excited. Please don’t be mad.”

“I’m not mad, I’m scared,” he said. “If anything happened to you, because of me–”

“Nothing’s going to happen,” Max said, climbing onto his lap, holding his head in her hand. “Not from this…one good thing. Don’t we deserve one good thing?”

She leaned in, her nose bumping against his chin before she pressed her forehead to his. He rubbed her back and arms; Max rubbed her nose against his cheek.

"You forgive me?"

“You'll freeze if I let you go to bed wet,” he said. He tried to sound stern, but with Max's weight on his lap and her arms around his neck he felt more at-ease than he had in weeks.

“It won’t happen again,” she said.

“Again?” he said.

“We are going to do it again,” she said. “I hope.”

Steve smiled in spite of himself, stroking her face.

“Let’s just get some rest.”

#steve harrington x max mayfield #steve harrington smut #max mayfield smut #stranger things fanfic coming soon #stranger things smut #dark!fic #rairpair #stranger things rarepairs

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The Last Star

It happened on the night of August fifth last year. Or, more likely, it started long before that, but it was first noticed that fateful night. The sky was clear, and those with a passion for charting the galaxies had their sights up.

I was among those few, glancing off at the many constellations that freckled our atmosphere. It was a night unlike any other—a clear view of the heavens across the horizon. Every single one of the countless stars had been up there, blazing away at us.

Or so we thought.

Nearly two hours into that particular night, one of the stations on the other side of the country called to tell us that a star in the Orion constellation had all but disappeared with no warning. We chalked it up to poor eyes or poor weather conditions until we found the same through our own telescope.

The middle star of his belt had gone missing.

We all had realized the truth at that moment: the death of the star, Alnilam, had taken two thousand light years to make its display in the Earth’s night sky. Maybe the most notable of stars to have gone missing in the history of astronomy.

And so we prepared statements and bulletins discussing what we knew about the blue star, and not long after headed home to enjoy some sleep for the rest of the night. Come the next morning, the world would know of Orion’s missing belt buckle.

And so it was. The Greek hunter no longer had a way to hold his pants steady, and astronomy was in the public eye for nearly a week. All the while, nothing notable had happened, curled away each night in our observatories.

That was, until the second star in the belt disappeared. On a cosmic scale, an event like this was unheard of. Even my wife had an interest in what we had to say. A fluke? A mystery? One destroying the other? It was impossible to know for sure. But Mintaka was the one that remained, furthest west, and stayed in the night sky for the moment.

Another week had passed, and after extensive scannings of the sky, our computer printed out a very interesting display highlighting a string of anomalies nobody was prepared to see. The two stars of Orion’s Belt were far from the only masses missing in the night sky. There were a potential forty gone, each having been there a previous night and a previous year and a previous million years, but gone the next.

This research had been done to view the true rate at which stars died out, and in a sky of roughly 4,500 stars at any given moment, forty disappearing was worrying.

Our friends in the southern hemisphere had reported findings almost the same. None of the other major constellations had missing stars yet, but a cluster most visible from the South Pole had gone inky over the span of three days.

There was a long conference I attended that would normally have been way above my pay grade discussing the implications of this and whether the public should know. Worst-case scenarios were a dime a dozen, spelling out everything from aliens harvesting hydrogen to the universe dying out abruptly. In the end, it didn’t matter what decision the talking heads came to, as it was leaked the next morning to the presses.

Despite the talk from politicians, words from experts, and cries of the end times, the stars kept on pace, and we lost anywhere between ten and forty a night from the hemispheres. Sometimes it was random, and other times clustered. The moment we thought of a potential cause, a set of stars would disappear that threw the theory out the window. I don’t even remember when we lost Mintaka.

And so it continued. We woke to our new normal, after having seen less than one hundred in the sky last night, and sat waiting on the front porch outside. It’s all anyone could bother to do anymore. I sat for three hours with my wife, trying to find a way to stare at Her. The sun.

It would be my last chance.

The light flickered at first, as if an eclipse were happening, before completely consuming us in darkness. At the same moment, the Earth shifted beneath our feet, tottering us a little.

Complete and utter darkness welcomed my eyes. A darkness you could not adjust to. One that knew what sort of somber, lethal change it brought. As the air grew colder, I scanned around, unsure if anything was out there, and found my wife’s hands, embracing her deeply. We had long been prepared for the moment. It was almost peaceful.

And then I saw it. There was one last star. If I hadn’t known any better, I might have thought it was the North Star, or any star of significance to us. One given a name or constellation. But it was just as likely to be nameless.

It hadn’t winked out yet when my eyes closed, and they stayed that way, savoring one last victory over the empty Universe before the cold became too much.

#short story #paranormal #space #scifi #writing #first post #1000 words

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thesunshineriptide · 2 years

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Twisted Wonderland Whumptober

October 3rd - Gun To Temple - Rook Hunt

Characters: Rook Hunt, Jade Leech (My account is sponsored by Octavinelle)

Cw: blood, injury, violence, anxiety, open-ending, whump, stalking, rook hunt typical behavior, jade leech typical behavior

Rating: R for violence and medium-high gore

Footsteps lighter than feathers falling into snow ghosted down the halls. The swish of a cape and the steady breathing of the hunter is all that could be heard, but whether he could hear that over the sound of his own racing heart. He forced his breathing to even and calm, hushing himself internally as he would a scared child.

It was dark, scarily so. Or was he simply blindfolded? Being able to see more than a few feet in front of him should have been near impossible, but the darkness was something he was used to it after so many years spent at the bottom of the sea.

He felt his face in his moment of rest, finding it was indeed simply dark. He felt at the fresh wound crossing his eye, down from his hairline to his jaw, even further to his Adam’s apple. It would surely scar, he thought.

He heard the hunter grow closer, and quickly pushed himself away from the wall he had been slumped again, turning to run further down the hall. Staying still would do no good, it would leave him a sitting shrimp.

“Your eating habits, idiosyncrasies, sleep schedule, heart rate, I have recorded all of these glimmers and more.” He had said with a glint in his eye. “Now if I should ever find a sea creature in my crosshairs, I should be able to dispatch it with ease.”

Evidently, he was now caught in those same crosshairs he was once warned of.

He ran down the hall, trying to be as quiet as possible, but the burns cradling his feet made it hard, and ribbons of gouges adorning the back of his legs didn’t help matters either.

“Monsieur Prémédite,” the voice singsonged down the hall, “It would be best not to run any longer. I grow weary of this game of hide and seek. Will you not rest and let me retrieve you?”

Jade’s breath was sharp, though he refused to cry out or whimper, despite the pain he was in. He continued his sprint, and was nearly to the entrance of Octavinelle when he felt blooming pain in his ankle, and collapsed to the ground.

He looked back to find his Achilles tendon. Blood sprayed against the stone, wetting it and making it shine like polish. He grunted, biting the inside of his cheek. He won’t scream, he won’t cry. He can’t.

He could see Rook approaching, so he choked down his pain and attempted to stand.

He managed to get to his knees before he felt a sharp heel kicking him down, forcing him to lay flat on his stomach.

“Now, it seems you’ve caused enough issues for the night, non? And you surely know you will not be able to return to your dorm, do you not?”

Jade grit his teeth and tried to push himself up, only to be met with the cocking of a shotgun. He felt the cool metal of the tip of the barrel against his head, just above his ear.

He closed his eyes. His breathing became ragged as he choked down tears that stung in his eyes. He worried for how Floyd would fare without him. Would his twin be okay? They’d never been separated before. He tried to console himself with the thought that even if he wasn’t there, Azul would take care of Floyd.

He looked up, glaring harshly at Rook. Blood pooled at the corner of his lip from how hard he was biting his cheek.

Rook stared down, normally passionate eyes disinterested and cold. He pulled the gun back for one moment, then swung it around.

Jade barely had time to register what as happening before the butt of the shotgun hit his temple and everything went black.

#twisted wonderland #twst #twst headcanons #twisted wonderland headcanons #jade leech #rook hunt #twst jade #twst rook #twst whumptober #twistedtober #whumptober #twst whump

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spencersfunkysocks · 2 years

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It has been happening more often recently.

There is no reason, but still, Spencer lies awake at night, his entire body aching for sleep, but the thunderstorm in his chest won't let him.

Thud thud thud.

Constant. Steady. Always the same speed. But so forcefully that it feels as though someone is trying to crawl out of his chest, each beat echoing in his entire being.

4 hours a night.

3 hours a night.

2 hours a night.

But his heart keeps beating, and Spencer keeps going, showing up at work with bags underneath his eyes the size of teacups.

He is good enough at his job that he can hide it, a cup of coffee practically glued to his hand. 7 packs of sugar turn into 10 turn into 15, and still, his heart keeps beating.

Thud thud thud.

If the team notices something off, they don't say anything. And even Hotch has been so busy that all his attention has been focused on Jack, and Spencer would never fault him for that.

As he looks into his bathroom mirror with his hair soaking wet after dunking his head in ice as a last attempt to calm down his nervous system, it takes all but two seconds for him to be reminded that no matter how powerful the mind, in the end anyone is a slave to their own body.

Thud thud thud.

It is mocking him and he is helpless, trying out every coping mechanism underneath the sun and then some, only stopping at taking actual medication because, well.

That is a line he doesn't dare dance upon.

Thud thud thud.

The soft hue of the streetlight is barely illuminating the hotel room, but even if it was the sun itself shining directly into his face, it would bother him less than the ever-present tik tok of his heart.

He doesn't dare look at the time, only turn on his side to stare into the nothingness, his gaze empty and his body screaming at him to get some rest.

If only he could.

A gentle knock on the door pulls his from his thoughts, and he is too tired to reach for his gun, resting on his bedside table just out of reach.

He nearly laughs out loud when he realizes that a robber most likely wouldn't ask to be let in, and a giggle does escape him when his delirious brain presents him with the words vampire robber.

The man standing next to his bed is anything but though, and Aaron has a soft smile on his face when he gestures for Spencer to scoot over.

The mattress dips next to Spencer when Aaron climbs in beside him, and strong arms pull him in so tightly that he fears he might choke to death.

A soft kiss gets pressed to that sensitive spot just underneath his ear, and Spencer sighs as he presses closer into Aaron's chest.

"I have read that when you cuddle, you and your partner's heart rate will sync up," Aaron whispers into the dark, and Spencer has to swallow to get rid of the lump in his throat.

Long legs force themselves between his own and eventually they are so entangled that it's impossible to know which limb belongs to whom.

Not that it matters, not when Aaron is continuously pressing kisses to Spencer's neck, a pattern that only makes sense to him.

"I'm sorry I wasn't there for you earlier, Spencer. You could have come to me," he says, but Spencer doesn't answer.

Sleep is tugging heavy at his lids, and behind him, there is finally a worthy opponent for the battle that's been raging in his chest.

Thud thud thud.

Aaron's heart is beating ever so slightly slower than his own, but with each beat, each breath, Spencer can feel himself calm down, the storm inside him slowly passing.

Sometimes, you have to beat fire with fire.

And sometimes, you need to be held so tight that there is no room for anything but love.

"Goodnight, Spencer," followed by a final kiss pressed to neck is the last thing he hears before he allows himself to be pulled under.

There is nothing but silence.

#me????? having sleeping issues for the last 2 weeks? never!!!!#hotchreid #heid #aaron hotchner x spencer reid #y'all i am so out of it pls excuse any mistakes #spencer reid #aaron hotchner #dr spencer reid #criminal minds #criminal minds fanfiction #hotchreid fanfiction #kathi writes

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astorytotellyourfriends · 1 year

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2022 fic roundup

(last year's post)

completed

1.04 everybody's chasing something (cheyenne jackson/owen patrick joyner, charlie gillespie/owen patrick joyner, rated e, 4.5k)

It would've been nice if things had gone according to plan, but Owen isn't really complaining about how things turned out.

1.11 for all you give, i'll give it back to you (alex/reggie, rated t, 6.6k)

Alex figured that prom was just going to be another high school milestone he'd miss out on, but Reggie wasn't going to take no for an answer.

2.01 intertwined (bobby/luke, rated m, 3.1k)

Dating your best friend is the dream, right?

2.02 loving you with no conditions (cheyenne jackson/owen patrick joyner, charlie gillespie/booboo stewart, rated e, 7.5k)

Owen finally gets what he wants, but has he created an even bigger mess of things?

3.15 undrunk (bobby/luke, rated m, 6.2k)

I wish I could unkiss the room full of strangers / So I could unspite you, unlose my temper / But some things you can't undo / And one of them's you

3.25 let's make this last forever (luke/reggie, rated t, 16.5k)

Five times Luke forgot his and Reggie’s first date, and the one time he remembered. Or, a 50 First Dates AU.

6.03 you left a mark (alex/willie, rated t, 5.5k)

Alex doesn't believe in soulmates and he's terrified of losing his boyfriend Willie once he turns 21 and his soul mark appears. But when Willie's doesn't show up on his 21st birthday, Alex still isn't convinced that they'll be soulmates when he turns 21.

6.15 coping (alex/willie, luke/reggie, rated t, 82.3k)

When the boys disappear from the Orpheum stage, they don’t reappear in the garage. They think they’re crossing over, but then they wake up in the hospital back in 1995, alive.

6.20 we could be so good (carrie/luke, rated t, 4.3k)

Girl meets boy. What's the worst that could happen?

7.21 underneath (some calm exterior) (chrissy/eddie, rated e, 18.7k)

Chrissy’s been having dreams that are making it nearly impossible to get a good night’s sleep. She might be getting desperate in more ways than one.

7.31 met you at the right time (this is what it feels like) (chrissy/eddie, rated e, 13.3k)

The end of spring break means going back to the real world, but Eddie's gonna try and keep Chrissy all to himself for a little while longer.

8.09 both alike in dignity (chrissy/eddie, rated m, 24.3k)

The entire classroom erupts in groans and muttered curses as soon as the words leave the teacher's mouth: assigned pairs.

8.12 grwm: chrissy goes goth (chrissy/eddie, rated e, 4.7k)

Chrissy knows Eddie likes seeing her in his clothes, but she didn't think he'd like her makeover this much.

8.20 wish i were (eddie/steve, rated m, 25.4k)

They were alive, they'd made it. Eddie wouldn't have called them friends before that, not really, but the way Steve clung to him that night made Eddie rethink a lot of things he thought he knew about Steve Harrington.

8.24 that look in your eyes (you know i believe it) (chrissy/eddie, rated e, 11.7k)

Chrissy's dreams have always been vivid, good and bad, but her latest one is like nothing she's ever had before.

9.05 i can't always just forget her (but she could try) (chrissy/eddie, rated e, 21.8k)

Fate has a funny way of working things out.

9.15 braiding my boyfriend's hair (boyfriend reveal!) (chrissy/eddie, rated e, 4.2k)

"This is such a mistake," she says, not entirely sure whether she's making a joke or not.

9.16 you could have my heart (and i would break it for you) (bobby/luke, rated m, 5.3k)

In this dream, he could kiss Luke whenever he wanted. He would let Luke push him up against the wall wherever they were and make out like they did when they were just a couple of horny teenagers who didn't know any better. Bobby could let himself be loved by Luke. He could love Luke back wholeheartedly, unapologetically. But it's just a dream.

9.29 between comfort and chaos (chrissy/eddie, rated e, 16.1k)

As well as she thinks her first day teaching went, when Chrissy goes home to her studio apartment she finds herself wondering less about what her students thought of her and more about who the hell this Mr. Munson is that all the kids couldn't stop talking about.

10.16 just try your best (not to get hurt) (chrissy/eddie, rated e, 26.4k)

The problem with working with profilers is that nothing stays a secret for long. Not that Chrissy is keeping a secret in the first place, because she’s not. There’s nothing going on between her and Eddie Munson, no matter what anyone in the BAU says. They’re coworkers and friends. That’s it. Sure, they might flirt a little, but it’s all in good fun. or … a HellCheer Criminal Minds AU.

10.23 straight for the castle (chrissy/eddie, rated m, 2.1k)

Chrissy has a surprise for Eddie.

10.24 pull my (heart) strings (chrissy/eddie, rated t, 4.9k)

Chrissy decides to learn how to play the guitar, but doesn't realize she's signing up for lessons with Eddie until she arrives at his apartment.

10.25 heaven's here (it's right where you're standing) (chrissy/eddie, rated g, 1.1k)

i don't need anything fancy / i just need me and you slow dancing

10.28 dancing after death (chrissy/eddie, rated t, 2.7k)

Despite everything that happened over Spring Break, when Eddie's phone rings late one night he doesn't expect it to be Chrissy on the other end of the line.

10.29 dream a little dream of me (chrissy/eddie, rated t, 3.8k)

The whole soulmates thing has always sounded a little fishy to Eddie, but that all changes when he meets Chrissy.

10.31 for reasons wretched & divine (chrissy/eddie, rated e, 46.9k)

A collection of one shots set in the Between Comfort & Chaos universe for Kinktober.

11.03 a glimpse of us (chrissy/eddie, rated e, 3.7k)

Nobody knows what's going on between Eddie and Chrissy. It's supposed to be a secret and they both want it to stay that way, right?

11.06 throw me in the deep end (i'm ready now to swim) (chrissy/eddie), rated e, 4.5k)

"There's something you need to know," Chrissy says.

11.06 when i least expect it (chrissy/eddie, rated t, 2.9k)

Chrissy didn't really know what to expect when Max Mayfield marched up to her on Friday afternoon and invited her to sleep over the following night; she'd been so surprised that she stuttered out an okay before the offer had even really sunk in.

11.12 you set the bar above the moon (chrissy/eddie, rated g, 2.7k)

Now that the future doesn't feel so far / It doesn't seem as wrong to want what's ours / And after everything that's happened / I wanna put it in the past tense

11.16 breaking every rule (chrissy/eddie, rated e, 3.6k)

Eddie's trying very, very hard not to make a move on his student but Chrissy is not making it easy whatsoever.

11.23 the only thing i want (when one drop hits my mouth) (chrissy/eddie, rated e, 12.1k)

Over the years of their relationship, Eddie Munson has come to learn that Chrissy Cunningham has four, very distinct types of drunk. or, four times chrissy got drunk + one time eddie did.

11.26 stolen moments (chrissy/eddie, rated e, 4.7k)

There's only a few more weeks until graduation but neither Chrissy nor Eddie are particularly fond of waiting.

11.27 stick & poke (chrissy/eddie, rated e, 2.1k)

Chrissy wants a tattoo.

12.06 when will my life begin (chrissy/eddie, rated e, 20.3k)

Eddie's heart races with the excitement of the unknown; what could possibly be lurking behind these close knit trees? What secrets are just waiting to be uncovered? Maybe there's a whole world inside this forest that no outsider has seen in a hundred years or more.

12.12 head over heels in the moment (chrissy/eddie, rated g, 1.4k)

Mainstream media totally lied; a guy with a guitar in his hands isn't automatically some heartthrob that makes girls weak in their knees.

12.15 gimme what i want (chrissy/eddie, rated e, 6.4k)

Chrissy's done with finals, but there's still a few more days until graduation.

12.24 a man under cover (but you tore him apart) (chrissy/eddie, rated e, 3.8k)

It's Christmas at the BAU.

wips

10.30 i roll 'til i change my luck (eddie/steve, rated m, 25.9k)

It's not like Steve had plans for spring break - since he graduated it's not even spring break for him technically - but if he had, they definitely wouldn't have included getting roped into playing D&D at all, let alone with Eddie Munson.

12.09 i think you have a type (and it's not me) (chrissy/eddie, rated m, 9.4k)

Eddie tries to help Steve woo Chrissy, even though he's been in love with her since they were kids. or ... a HellCheer Cyrano de Bergerac AU.

12.18 hold me like you'll never let me go (chrissy/eddie, rated e, 7k)

Having the middle seat on a long flight is never easy, but having a handsome stranger next to you certainly makes it better.

12.20 if we don't leave this town (we might never make it out) (chrissy/eddie, rated e, 35.2k)

Chrissy finally finds the strength to leave a terrible situation, only for her getaway car to break down just over the Illinois border. Now she's stranded, as well as broke, and has to rely on the kindness of strangers. The mysterious mechanic who takes pity on her may look mean and scary with his wild hair, calloused hands, and grease stains, but Chrissy quickly discovers that underneath all of that, he may as well be a teddy bear.

12.22 love is just a currency (chrissy/eddie, rated e, 54.1k)

When she graduated high school, Chrissy Cunningham thought she knew how her life was going to turn out: college, marriage, the whole nine yards. But now it's five years later and nothing in her life went according to plan. Least of all running into Eddie Munson in a way she definitely never saw coming. or ... a HellCheer OnlyFans AU.

12.25 if the fates allow (chrissy/eddie, nancy/steve, rated e, 6.7k)

The best way to spend Christmas is 3000 miles away from home, right?

12.27 lost boys like me are free (chrissy/eddie, rated e, 5.5k)

Chrissy stows away on a pirate ship to reclaim the family heirlooms that Captain Eddie Munson stole from her, but she soon discovers that maybe going back home isn't what she wants at all.

12.29 gentlemen don't ask questions (chrissy/eddie, rated e, 6k)

The first time Eddie runs into Chrissy at a metal show, he thinks he must be seeing things.

total fics: 46

total number of words: 597,692 (posted on AO3, not counting the 23,429 words in this prompt fic)

another year where i'm just downright baffled by the number of words i've written. there's over 100k not reflected in my ao3 numbers (between prompts, plotting, and things that have yet to be posted) and i just genuinely don't know how i manage to write so goddamn much. i've had so much fun writing this year and i think this is the first time ever since i started posting on ao3 (NINE YEARS AGO WTF) that i'm going into the new year with wips!!! wild! here's hoping i can finish them … soonish so i can start a bunch of new ones right after 😏🥳

#fic roundup #about my fic #hellcheer #eddissy #stranger things #jatp #julie and the phantoms

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CHAPTER 14 [AO3 Link]

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Steve Rogers Rating: Explicit Tags/Warnings: Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Insecurities, Body Image Issues, References to Depression/Anxiety/Eating Disorders/Alcohol Abuse, Emotional/Psychological Abuse, Alternate Universe - No Powers/Hockey, Team Bonding, Slow Burn, Friends With Benefits, Friends to Lovers, Top Bucky Barnes, Pining, Idiots in Love, Miscommunications, Requited Unrequited Love, Slight Jealousy

New tags for this chapter: unprotected sex, alcohol/drinking, despicable acts that probably happen more than we think/mentions of kissing/hookups with strangers

A/N: NDA = non-disclosure agreement (ie "speak of this to no one or we will sue the shit out of you" documents)

*SCREAMMMMMMM* y'all, remember the Steve from Chapter 10? THERE'S A MATCHING BUCKYYYYY!! [UNDER THE CUT]

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Bucky

They ate for what felt like hours, nearly sending their bodies into hibernation. They might have fallen asleep right there at the dinner table if they hadn’t been roped into playing mini sticks with the kids all night until Dugan declared bedtime had worn them out.

Until they get home.

Tumbling into Steve’s bed, Bucky feels every nerve in his body light up again, sleep being the furthest thing from his mind.

He’s forgotten what it feels like to want something this badly, and with every touch, he’s reminded over and over again.

He gets the honour of pulling that lush sweater off of Steve, the privilege of feeling Steve tugging at him to pull him close, and even when they’re finally down to nothing, Bucky feels warm. Especially when he’s got the comforting weight of Steve covering him.

They’re both clearly eager, their bodies giving away every secret, and yet they can’t stop kissing long enough to sort themselves out. Their hands can’t stay idle, their hips can’t stop the slow grinding, and Bucky crumbles first – or tries to, at least.

He nudges at Steve’s hips so they can roll over, so he can reach for the drawer, but Steve doesn’t let him. Instead, Steve pulls back, sitting up to look down at Bucky with his sinfully red lips and hooded eyes.

“Are you clean?”

“What.” Bucky’s mind feels fuzzy, dizzy from their kiss, or maybe lack of oxygen, he can’t really tell.

“I meant — I mean I’m clean. Negative.” Steve corrects quickly. “So.”

“Oh.”

Oh.

Bucky swallows, eyes tracking the petty pink flush up Steve’s chest and neck to his cheeks. The amount of trust Steve’s just handed him makes him impossibly more lightheaded.

“I — yes,” Bucky answers truthfully, his breath catching as he does.

“We… could?”

“Yeah?” Bucky clears his throat, trying to get his voice back. “Yeah.”

Bucky’s filled with relief when Steve stops looking so tense above him, like he’d been unsure for even a second that Bucky would say no.

Everything suddenly becomes a lot more real.

He sits up to go back to kissing Steve, trying to convince Steve he very much wants it too. Or maybe, he’s just trying to keep his mouth busy so he doesn’t do something catastrophically stupid. Like accidentally blurting out an entire love confession to the angel sitting in his lap.

He never, in a million years, would have ever guessed that someone would go through the trouble of researching holiday traditions just to surprise him with food and desserts that had instantly transported him back to his mother’s kitchen. It seemed so simple, but it had been one of the sweetest gestures Bucky’s ever been on the receiving end of.

He’s so gone for Steve, that he isn’t even really thinking about sex – he could just have this, the holding and touching, the lazy kisses and –

Steve’s hips grind down, as a reminder of what they’re in the middle of – and Bucky is made very much aware of his purpose here. It is not to hold or touch, and Bucky’s dragging this on for too long. He pulls himself out of his daydreams, and offers the hand not curled around Steve’s back for Steve to drop some lube into.

He knows Steve’s body better than his own at this point – he knows just how fast to go, just how to angle his fingers, just how to get Steve exactly where he wants him. Reaching behind Steve to run his lubricated fingers over Steve’s hole, he pulls Steve down by the back of the neck. Steve’s soft “ah”s are music to him as they tickle his lips.

Steve lets him go slowly, and he can’t be sure how much time passes before he takes himself in hand. He’s surprised when Steve doesn’t move to roll off, just lifts his hips up, and Bucky doesn’t know how many times he’s fantasized about this. He lines himself up and lets Steve come down at his own pace – which is painstakingly slow – and tries not to bite his tongue off. It could just be his imagination, or maybe he’s making something out of nothing, but feeling Steve like this makes him feel more intimate. It’s like every sensation runs through Bucky’s body tenfold.

“Fuck, Steve,” he croaks softly, watching Steve’s hips make the smallest movements to inch himself down on Bucky’s cock. Bucky’s hands squeeze at Steve’s thighs appreciatively, encouraging every up and down motion, praise streaming from his mouth without any filter.

It’s everything he imagined it would be – nothing short of perfect. Thankfully, Steve’s head is tipped back as he groans, so Bucky can stare all he wants, watching every muscle in Steve’s body work. He’s pretty sure he calls Steve everything from sugar to sweetheart, baby to beautiful, and he just can’t stop. Wrapping a hand around Steve’s cock, he keeps singing Steve’s praise as he starts to match Steve’s pace, trying not to think about how very different this is from just fucking.

Steve makes a soft whine before he whispers that he’s close, his hair flopping in his eyes when he looks down at Bucky.

Bucky swallows and nods dumbly, tightening his grip as his other hand squeezes Steve’s hip to guide them as Steve starts to falter.

Watching Steve come is one of the most alluring things Bucky’s ever witnessed, because just like everything else Steve does, it’s genuine and real, and Bucky is there to catch Steve as he falls apart, shuddering with the last wave of his orgasm.

It doesn’t stop him from trying to get Bucky off immediately after, but he’s been dreadfully on edge ever since Steve sank down on his dick, intent on riding him like something out of Bucky’s wet dreams.

But Steve doesn’t stay in Bucky’s arms, splayed across Bucky’s chest like a lover would. He doesn’t kiss Bucky now that they’re done, like Bucky so badly wants. As soon as he’s regained his breath, Steve gingerly lifts himself off, and Bucky bites back a groan as he feels himself spill out of Steve, hot liquid trickling down his groin. Steve flops on his back, and neither of them say anything as they lay for a while, before Bucky inevitably dresses and leaves.

Steve

He has no idea what the hell happened. Just when he thought he could maybe get a handle on the situation, his dumb brain and dumb heart basically leapt at the chance to please Bucky and feel him closer than ever before.

He’d essentially just announced “hey! I’m not sleeping with anyone else because I am pathetically in love with you!” though Bucky hadn’t seemed to notice.

He doesn’t generally like being on top like this, but Bucky had just felt so good he hadn’t wanted to stop and maybe, just maybe, a part of him had selfishly thought that he could keep Bucky here. That if he could just pin Bucky to his bed, he couldn’t leave.

It’s a fool’s dream. From the moment he rolled off of Bucky, he’d felt empty. An internal countdown started somewhere, warning him not to get attached even though it seemed far too late for that.

It’s then that he does something he hasn’t done in nearly a decade: he makes a New Year’s Resolution.

He will tell Bucky how he feels, tell Bucky that he can’t keep doing this because every morning that he wakes up alone is killing him.

One week. He has seven days to muster the courage to tell Bucky that he’s hopelessly in love and wants to know if they can be… more.

Small steps, small steps – like, a date. He can manage to ask Bucky out on one date. Right?

—

Their next three games are all at home, which puts the boys in good spirits. The first game back, they host the Nashville Predators and win 4-1. Naturally, they want to celebrate.

“Second Christmas!” Clint exclaims as he and Ward bully everyone else into joining them at the club.

It’s not really Steve’s scene. He’ll manage for the first little bit, before the music becomes too overbearing and he can’t smell anything except sweat and booze.

He’s so swept up in the celebrations that he misses Bucky having his first drink. And the second, and however many more.

“One sec,” Steve says abruptly, interrupting Falsworth’s story as he gets up to make a beeline for Bucky, who’s chatting with a woman at the bar.

He tries not to make it obvious, tries to subtly catch Bucky in conversation to assess whether or not he needs to get Bucky home.

“Hey!” Bucky’s face lights up at him, and Steve melts a little on the inside. The blonde woman on Bucky’s other side waves politely, and Steve tries – keyword: tries – to smile.

“Hey, Buck. You doin’ good?”

“I’m doin’ excellent, pal,” Bucky replies, his words a little slurred. His eyes are bright under the club’s strobelights, the flashes making Bucky’s eyes look like they’re radiating.

“Do you think maybe we should head outta here?” Steve hopes he’s coming off tactfully. Truthfully, he also wouldn’t mind heading out since he’s reached that stage where the music physically assaults his senses.

“Uh, we were just talking?”

Steve had forgotten the woman was even there. “Yeah, sorry, but I think we gotta go.” He does his best to keep a level head, to be polite and try to get them out of there without being seen.

“Wha? So soon, Stevieee?” Bucky’s grin is wide, as he presses in close and his cheeks are flushed beautifully. Steve hates how much it makes him want –

He needs to get out of here. Prying Bucky’s hand off his arm, he takes the fastest way out. “Or you two can — stay. Uh, I’ll catch you tomorrow for – practice.”

Bucky looks like he’s about to say something, but Steve’s already gone.

—

The next morning, he knocks on Bucky’s door, but there’s no cheerful “come in” or anything for that matter.

“Bucky?” He calls out, fishing his keys out. He’s never had to do this before.

The unit is dark and quiet. It’s immediately obvious that Bucky isn’t here, but Steve calls out again anyway. “Buck!”

There’s not a single sound, and Steve is both worried and annoyed, because as he locks up, he checks his phone and there’s nothing. No message to say “hey, I don’t need a ride to practice”. Nothing.

Bucky’s car is still here.

He drives, stewing in the possibilities.

Like: Bucky isn’t coming to practice because he’s passed out somewhere, and Steve doesn’t know where. What if he hadn’t made it home yesterday — what if he hadn’t made it anywhere yesterday?

Or: Bucky hooked up last night and is getting a ride to practice, where he’ll show up covered in marks that aren’t Steve’s, and who knows if Bucky was telling the truth about being clean and –

He pulls into the lot, and takes a deep breath. Counts. On Mississippi, two Mississippi, three Mississippi…

Welcoming some of his rationality back, he knows Bucky wouldn’t lie about it, and he’s sure there’s an explanation for his absence. He still hopes, as he speeds into the changing room, but alas – no Bucky.

“No Bucky?” Dugan asks, echoing Steve’s exact thoughts.

“Nah, not with me,” Steve answers as steadily as he can.

The rest of the guys trickle in and take to the ice, but when Coulson blows the starting whistle, Bucky’s the only one missing.

—

Steve gets called into Fury’s office after the uneventful practice, and his worry skyrockets.

“Close the door behind you.”

Yeah, this is bad.

“Is this about Bucky?” Steve can’t help but ask.

Fury raises his eyebrow. “Yes. You went celebrating together yesterday?”

Steve’s stomach drops. “Yeah, the guys wanted to go to a club, but I… left early.”

Fury nods. “You know, Steve, I know that it’s not your job to babysit anyone or coddle them. That’s not why I called you in here.”

“… It isn’t?”

“No. I respect you as a captain, Steve. I think you’re passionate about the game and more importantly, you’re passionate about the team.”

“Yes, sir.”

“We’re going to scratch James for tomorrow.”

Steve bites his tongue, because he can’t just demand why. He’s pretty sure he knows why.

“We’ve already told most of the other guys, but if anyone asks you about the events of last night, you are to politely decline to comment. We may be in the middle of a legal issue, so discretion is of the utmost importance.”

“Of course,” Steve agrees easily. It’s not the first time and probably won’t be the last time something like this happens, but it unnerves Steve all the same. Steve hates negative media attention, when all eyes are on the team and their accomplishments get swept away for a rumour. All their bad moves get amplified, and puts everyone on edge.

“Good. See you tomorrow.”

Dismissed, Steve nods and heads home. The first thing Steve does is call Bucky from the truck. It rings, and rings, and rings – Steve’s almost sure that Bucky’s not going to pick up until a raspy voice answers.

“Steve?”

“Bucky!” He hadn’t meant to holler, but the relief he felt at hearing Bucky’s voice had taken over. “Are you home?”

There’s a beat of silence before Bucky answers in a small voice. “Yeah.”

“Can I come over?”

“You –” There’s a bit of shuffling and Steve can hear a deep breath on the other end. “If you wanna?”

“I’ll be there in ten.”

Bucky

His heart races at the prospect of having to face Steve. He’d already had enough uncomfortable conversations for the day.

Yes, he’d been upset that Steve had left so early after cutting his conversation with Bucky short. Yes, the woman from the bar had asked him to come over, and Bucky – he just wanted to convince himself that he wasn’t in love with Steve Rogers. As if sleeping with someone else could make his heart’s deep-seated need for Steve go away.

It was a disaster from the beginning – they had nothing to talk about, and it was clear they were both just trying to get one thing, but even that didn’t pan out. The blonde hair was too long, and too light, her eyes were more green than blue. Even when he had closed his eyes, her lips were too delicate, her body too soft.

His body just wouldn’t react to her touches and kisses, and before they even got their clothes off, he had called it a night. Had he expected her to maybe be a little annoyed? Sure. What he hadn’t expected was for her to demand that they keep trying. No way in hell was he going to stick around for that!

The moment he’d started leaving, the minor threats started – how she’d tell everyone he couldn’t get it up for her, how he’d been so drunk that he tried to take advantage of her. Bucky had felt sick to his stomach. He’d come across a lot of threats, a lot of interactions that left him feeling less than great, but this was new for him.

Maybe what he did was stupid, but he asked her what it was she wanted. Apparently, according to Sitwell, he shouldn’t have offered anything because now it looks like “hush money”.

So, his agent had torn him to shreds and Bucky knows he’s never going to hear the end of this emergency NDA.

Fury had also called him to say that he’s a healthy scratch for tomorrow. For a second, Bucky had thought the day couldn’t possibly get any worse, but the world just had to prove him wrong. Now he has to face Steve, who might wanna talk and Bucky just — can’t.

Steve knocks after what doesn’t feel like ten minutes, and Bucky braces himself for the worst.

“Hey.”

Bucky doesn’t even know how to respond to the simple, casual “hey” like he wasn’t potentially in shit with just about everyone. He lets Steve in wordlessly, and closes the door, taking his time as he turns around.

“Did they tell you?”

Steve shakes his head. “Not really. They just said if anyone came pokin’ around to tell them we know nothing. Which is the truth.”

Bucky can’t describe it, but there’s something in Steve’s voice that isn’t quite anger, but something. With the way Steve’s standing, hands tucked into his pockets, Bucky feels like he’s about to be reprimanded.

“Do you… wanna talk about it?”

Bucky tries to think of polite ways to say “fuck, no” but he draws a blank. He swallows, and shakes his head slowly, stepping closer to Steve until they’re merely inches apart. Leaning in, he pulls Steve’s body to his, their hips pressed together so there’s no questioning what Bucky’s searching for – what Bucky needs.

“Make me forget,” Bucky pleads.

And Steve does, if only for a little while.

I AM EXCITED TO SHARE MY MARVEL RBB FIC IN A FEW WEEK! (which I finally finished thanks to my mini break from this fic. Sorry.)

#stucky #stucky fanart #stucky fanfic #stucky fanfiction #stevebucky #bucky x steve #steve x bucky #steve/bucky #bucky barnes fanfic #hey now you're an all star #bucky barnes fanfiction

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How to Add $50K or More to Your Launch

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How to Add $50K or More to Your Launch

If you haven’t yet had a big launch of your own, then it can be hard to relate to how things work, what needs to be done, and especially the results you can get. It all seems a bit foreign and out of reach. But the fact is, anyone has the potential to create a product that people love and launch it with tremendous success.

Imagine spending the next 2 months working on your new product and the launch itself. Then the big day is almost here. You’re lying in bed the night before, wondering if you did everything you can do to make this a big success. You’re worried it will flop. You’re thinking, “What if I just wasted the last two months of my life?” But the fact is, no matter what happens, it’s impossible to waste that experience as long as you learn from it.

Do you know what else you’re feeling? Excitement. It’s like the night before Christmas when you were a kid, times 10. Or maybe times 100. You can hardly sleep. What will tomorrow bring?

And let’s face it – you’re also proud of yourself. Regardless of how many sales you make or don’t make, you did it. You stuck with it and saw it through to the end. And that is priceless.

Do you see what we’re doing here? We’re imagining what it will be like when you launch your first BIG product later this year. Wow. What a great way to get motivated, huh?

Now then, I’m going to show you how to add a hefty sum to the bottom line of your next (or your first) product launch, and increase your chance of success in the process.

Let’s say you’ve done your work. You’ve built a nice list of buyers and prospects by offering terrific info on your topic. Now it’s time to take the next step and offer a course of instruction for the advanced players. You’ve even got some terrific affiliates lined up. You press the button and POW! Your new product is launched to the world.

Sales on the first day prove that you have a winner. For the next few days, sales continue to come in at a slower rate. Then on the final day of your launch, WHAM! Sales flood in like crazy. Why? Because people have trouble making up their mind, and it’s your deadline that will get them over the fence and clicking the buy button.

Your launch wraps up and you’ve done a very satisfying amount of sales. It might be $20,000, it might be $200,000, I don’t know. The point is, your launch was a success.

Now here’s how you make it even BETTER:

After your deadline passes, open a new, special enrollment period for 24 hours. Offer this special enrollment period ONLY to those who have clicked through to your sales page during the launch, but never enrolled. This way you are only sending it to those who have basically pre-qualified themselves.

Offer them something new. For example, if you were offering your product for one big price, offer them a payment option. Let’s say your course was $297. You could offer them 3 payments of $99.

Or if you were offering a payment option during your launch, now you can offer them a better payment option. Instead of $99 a month for 3 months, offer $49 for seven months.

When you send an email to tell them about this special enrollment period, thank them for their interest. Let them know that you understand they might want a better payment plan, and this is their one chance.

If you don’t want to offer payments, consider offering something else instead. Maybe a one-on-one Skype call to answer questions after they’ve gone through the course. Or a critique of their work after using the course. Or a special bonus that ties in nicely.

Here’s the bottom line: By clicking through to the sales page, these people have shown that they are indeed interested. Some of them very nearly bought. But ‘nearly’ doesn’t make the sale, and if you don’t get them to buy now, they never will.

What you’re doing is providing them with one more opportunity, along with an additional incentive, to get your course. If your course is good (and we certainly hope it is) then you are doing them a major service by making this offer.

And in return, you can put an extra 4 or 5 figures into your pocket, simply by sending a couple of emails. Of course, you’ve got to do all the work that comes with having a product launch. But the point is, in the world of online marketing there are no limits to what you can earn, if you’re willing to do what it takes.

Now for some motivation…

Think about what you want most in your life right now. Is it more time? More money? More freedom?

You can have all of this and more. And once you start making money, a funny thing happens. It gets easier and easier as you discover more and more techniques like the one we just described above. You’ve just got to do the work to get it, whether you feel motivated or not.

I’ll leave you with one last trick: Make a list of what you need to do in order to launch your next product. Find one thing on that list you can do right this moment, and then spend the next 15 minutes getting started on it. That’s it, just 15 minutes. Once you get started, you’ll probably discover you don’t want to quit.

And there’s your motivation. As the shoe company says, Just Do It. Just get started. That’s truly the hardest part. Everything after that? Is all downhill and will build momentum, almost automatically.

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Delightfully Violent

By Hannah Volz and Olívia Bordalo

Synopsis:

As we all know, Napoleon and Snowball hate each other. What would happen if this was different? But of course they don’t know this yet. After Snowball’s chase, Napoleon starts to think about him more than he should. Regret? Guilt? What if this hatred was actually love? He does not consider this option at first; he is too busy taking care of the farm. Why would he worry about this when he had everything he dreamed of at his hands? Read our fanfic to find out.

Rated /T+

Delightfully Violent

Napoleon’s POV

“Snowball is killing me. He is absolutely ruining all my plans, I can’t take this anymore. I don’t really know what to do”

“Comrade, I think you could get rid of him. In fact, you should get rid of him. It’s not like you don’t have the power to do so. The majority of the animals are on your side. If he gets out of the way, the farm will be yours and nobody will argue with that.”

“How, Squealer? I can’t do that, it’s totally against our principles. I can try to do this in another way.”

“I know Comrade Napoleon, but in reality I can’t think of anything else for you to do. The other animals wouldn’t even know. With their stupidity, you could easily fool them, and they wouldn’t even care. Make Snowball the traitor, before he does that to you.”

Squealer slams the door behind him, leaving the room. He’s a crazy pig. I couldn’t ever do what he said. It’s night already, so I try to get to sleep, but the thoughts about what he said were like echoes in my head.

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Napoleon’s POV

The competition between Snowball and I had grown intense. Campaigns started to pop out from different animals and the farm’s opinion was divided; This was making me worried, as Snowball’s influence was getting bigger.

The meeting about the management of the farm was going to take place later today, and I was preparing myself carefully for it. I needed to choose the right things to say, so that I did not attack Snowball directly. This would be a selfish thing to do, and I also could not make the animals think badly or even get mad at me for not being reasonable. Nevertheless, I still needed to provide arguments strong enough to gain back my position in the farm’s leadership.

(Later that day)

“We the animals of Animal Farm are a family. We help each other, care for one another, and love each other. To complete our goals as a farm we need to work together. I have planned to design a windmill. You may be frightened, that it is too human. It will be difficult, but there will be a huge reward…”

I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. How could Snowball try to gain the farm’s trust with such a superficial plan? A windmill? It would be a completely human thing to do - the opposite of what we aimed for with the revolution. He was making a promise that he wouldn’t be able to keep. It was nearly impossible for us to build a windmill in these conditions.

“Napoleon may seem like he wants to help you, but this is not his plan.”

WHAT? Where did this come from? This was unacceptable. While I took hours to think how not to put Snowball in an embarrassing spot, he does this to me? Maybe Squealer was actually-

“When he sends you to work, he sits and plans more work so he has more free time for himself. Imagine during the winter, doing whatever Napoleon says. He disagrees with the idea of the windmill. He says that he wants to work all animals hard so he will benefit, not you!”

This was the last straw. I could feel my rage boiling up inside me. I stood up and started shouting.

“This isn’t real! He is just saying this to gain your support! You cannot believe that! If you do you’re being just stupid, I would do everything for the farm and to help all of you! I work all the time, this isn’t fair. I don’t think you should believe in such a liar and corrupt pig!”

“Are you saying that I am the liar? You were the one who was planning to have the absolute power of the farm! Isn’t that selfishness AND hypocrisy?”

"THAT 'S IT!!!!”

I don’t know what happened to me. The next thing I saw was my dogs coming at Snowball. Had I blown the whistle? Now I remember well that I in fact did. They started attacking my enemy and he ran, he ran and I just stood there, watching. They were going to kill him, and I made this happen. But at that moment, my rage was too strong for me to think about this.

I was still trying to calm myself when one of the dogs stood by me and said:

“We got rid of him sir”

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Napoleon’s POV

Months had passed by. I was the official leader of the farm. Everyone was obeying me and doing everything I demanded. My life was, theoretically, everything I had always wanted. But somehow, this still wasn’t enough. It took me a while to figure it out, but Snowball’s absence made me numb inside. Man, this was torture. At first, I was in denial, but as time flew by, I could not avoid it anymore. Each day was more miserable than the other, but I couldn’t do anything about it. I had killed him.

One day, everything changed. Someone knocked on my door. I headed towards it, as it would probably be Boxer or any other animal who would come ask me what to do, as always. But, as I opened it, I saw a very exhausted pig. He was wounded and hurt, and it looked as if he hadn’t gotten rest or food for days. I did not recognize him at first, but then it hit me. I knew this face very well. It was Snowball.

“Oh my god, Snowball… I cannot believe you’re here. All this time, I thought you were dead!! The dogs told me they got rid of you and… Oh my god. What happened? How??”

“I ran away from the dogs and while they were distracted I jumped into a bush” Snowball said calmly. “I wandered through the woods for a long time pondering a lot. I thought about coming back here and confront you, but what was the point? You demanded my execution for a reason. I really messed things up at the speech. I just knew that if you were completely in charge of the farm, you wouldn't have time for me anymore. This idea was just unbearable. So I thought that if I was in charge of the farm, you wouldn’t be so busy to talk to me. And I would definitely find some time to be with you. Well, I did a lot of thinking, and realized that the only reason that I fought all the time with you was because I could not spend any time apart from you, but this was the only way I could find to do it. So, Napoleon, I know that what you did was cruel. And I don’t know exactly why, but I am in love with you. But all choices we've made have led us to this exact moment and I’ve never been so sure of something. I love you.”

I was so confused. All this time, all this yelling we did to each other, all this competition, all this hatred, was actually… love? But this wasn’t the idea that freaked me out the most. Of course, I had already accepted the fact that I didn't actually hate Snowball. But the idea of being in love with him wasn't weird at all. It kind of felt… right.

“I know you must be thinking I’m crazy. I mean, you almost killed me, am I right? How could I genuinely be in love with you, huh? Maybe this will always be a mystery. And to be honest, I don’t really care. I just want to be with you, Napoleon.”

“Snowball… I-I-I think I love you too. Looking back, all those things I did was just so I could call you mine. I would really love to spend the rest of my life with you. We could manage the farm with you and me, together and peacefully.”

“Yes, my darling. It will be you and me against the world”

Snowball leaned towards me and layed down on my left shoulder and made himself comfortable while I thought to myself that I could lose all of the farm right now, I would still feel happy. Because I had him with me. I was, finally, feeling complete.

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Snowball’s POV

Okay, the hard part of the job had already been done. He fell for it just as I thought he would. What a naive pig. How could he believe that I was in love with him, after he literally tried to kill me? Hahahahah. Everything was just going according to plan. Soon, this whole farm would be mine, and that bastard would be working harder than he had ever worked before. As I layed down on his shoulders, I smirked, with a victorious feeling.

THE END

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ok i might have a fun idea, i love dom draco but imagine sub draco sucking your tiddies 🤤

warnings : smut

a/n : this is a mess sorry :(

MASTERLIST

You stirred in your sleep, dancing on the thin line between realities as the booming thunder strikes your window, jolting you awake. Your eyes shot open as it adjusted to the dark room, the only source of light coming from the small lamp you placed at the corner of the room.

You felt your breath began to shorten as your head got dizzy, the sudden movement making your heartbeat race. You weren't usually scared of thunders but this particular night the sky was angry, grumbling all night long, making it impossible for anyone to sleep soundly throughout the night.

You stayed still on your side as the sky rumbles again, taking deep breaths to get your heart rate back to normal. "Y/N?..." The soft voice called out from behind you,

You didn't think Draco would be awake but there he was, calling out for you. "Yeah, 'm here" You cooed, slowly turning around in your spot to face the blond boy in a similar position as you, resting his head on the fleecy pillow as he gripped the thick comforter, hugging it up to his chin.

Draco has never been a fan of thunders and lightning, ever since he was a kid he has always hated it, especially because he grew up in a big home with no siblings. His parents' room was on the other side of the manor so he couldn't just go up to them, leaving him scared and alone in his room as the night sky flashes and roars.

"You alright?" You brought your hand to the side of his face, brushing out the falling golden locks to the side to better see his deep grey eyes. He shook his head lightly, not afraid to admit he was scared because he knew you could make him feel better.

"I'm sorry sweetheart... come here" You extended your arms out to him, bringing him closed to lock him in your embrace, wrapping your arms around his figure as he moved to lay on top of you like he usually would when he is nervous.

He moved slowly, afraid of hurting you if he moved too fast, bringing one arm over the other slowly as he ended up resting his head on the soft pillows of your breasts. "Thank you, darling" He mumbled, his palms roaming around the side of your torso to find the end of your shirt, pulling it up to let his hand glide onto your warm skin.

The sky would grumble from time to time, lighting up the room from the window for a split second before going dark again, followed by the roars of the thunder. Draco seems to have calmed down, hugging you just a little tighter every time it would happen, not that you minded.

Your hum echoed through the room, bouncing off the wall as your fingertips traced his scalp, lightly scratching it to get him to sleep. You were so indulged in this that you nearly failed to notice his hand sliding higher and higher up your body, his cold fingertips tracing goosebumps on your skin.

You continued to hum lightly as his hand met your rosy buds, rolling it in between his fingers to get it hard. Pulling on the sensitive tip, making you jerk under him. He didn't move his head from his previous position, only snuggling deeper into you as his palms closed around your tits, kneading it lightly– pulling a deep moan out of you. You shut your eyes and rest your head back on the pillow, enjoying the feeling of his hand on you.

It has become a habit of his to touch you whenever he feels scared or vulnerable, but lately, he seems to have quite the fascination with your tits, always grabbing onto them, rolling your buds in between his fingers, you didn't mind really. He found comfort in your breasts and you thought it was adorable.

Your eyes fluttered open again as you felt the warmth of his balmy palm leaving your breast, slithering down to the ends of your shirt to pull them up, resting the fabric on your collar bone to reveal your hard tits.

At first, he just watched them, occasionally grabbing onto them, so you let him. Your fingertips continued to scratch at his scalp, earning a groan from him every once in a while as the sky continues to battle violently.

Sleep was starting to linger on your sight again, the lids of your eyes becoming a little too heavy to keep open. You were so close to letting sleep take over your body before your mind jolted awake.

You felt his plump lips tracing kisses on your chest, his tongue following the trail as he gave your nipples wet kisses, well that's new, you thought to yourself. "Dray, what are you doing?..." You called out, slightly sitting up on your elbow to look down to the boy with his mouth still attached to your tits.

He looked like a deer caught in headlights, his eyes wide open as he looked up at you. "I-I'm sorry..." He started, letting go of your nipple with a pop before he sat up, folding his legs so his bum rested on his calf "...I couldn't help m-myself" He stared down at his lap, thinking you were mad at him.

Your lips curved into a small smile, chuckling as you extend your arms out to him and sat a little straighter, making your shirt fall back down. "It's alright" You cooed, your hands finding their way to his chin, lifting his head for him to look at you. "Tell me what you want" You spoke softly as the sky continued to grumble making him flinch.

He looked at you, staring deep into your eyes before scrambling his vision down to your covered breasts "I w-want 'em" His voice was barely above a whisper as his eyes were still trained on your chest.

"Na-uh none of that, I can't hear you" The grip you had on his jaw got firmer, silently letting him know you weren't playing around. Your brows lifted as you nod your head, telling him to try again.

"I w-want them..." He spoke a little more clearly, "I want y'tits, p-please" He looked up at you, shifting in his spot, eager to get back on your breast.

"Now that wasn't so hard was it" You smiled, letting go of his jaw to extend your arms out to him, opening them up to invite him for a hug. Draco didn't wait for a second to jump into your arms, tackling you down in the process before he scurries to lift the hem of your shirt again.

The cold air brushes past your nipples as the rosy bud hardens again "C'mon baby" You encouraged him as he so eagerly moves to place the end of your shirt on your chest like it was before, exposing both your tits to him.

You rest your head back onto your pillow behind you as Draco fell into the rhythm he was in earlier. Kissing, sucking, and lapping at your bud purely for his own pleasure and comfort. Your eyes fluttered close as your fingertips found their way back to his head and subtle groans escaped his lips, vibrating through your body.

You knew he was getting tired, although the sky still roars he found his safe place, wrapped in your embrace, his mouth sucked on your tits even though he could feel his consciousness slipping.

"G'night my darling"

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crunchyroll & rail

the 10th installment of my netflix & chill series !

SUMMARY Never mind the fact you really like Sailor Moon, or that you really want to pay attention to every little detail; the moment becomes Jungkook and his big smile and his red cheeks and the tiny box he produces from within his pocket. WARNINGS smut in the forms of making out, jk nipple play, some 69 action, cunnilingus, blowjobs, brief choking, jk trying his best to listen to oc but he doesn’t rlly :/, fingering, missionary bc his eyes are pretty, unprotected fuckin raw, its romantic but when is it not… MISC fluffy and domestic <3, weekend getaway <3, the Big Question, shy jk, sailor moon supremacy, jk makes this big elaborate speech about the sun and moon, mentions of 240p YouTube quality, RATING m (18+) WC 8.7k

NOTE (!) the smut in this chapter is relatively short ! I was more concerned with writing this monumental step in their relationship, so sorry to all the lads who come here specifically for the p0rn but today we focus on the l0ve <333 anyway nc 10!!!!! Can u fuckin believe….

Jungkook mentions it at the dinner table one night. You’re not eating— well, you are not eating; Jungkook has been stocking up on his protein intake like a madman —but finishing up some work you had brought home. Your back aches, your eyes burn. The mere sound of his soft voice has all those feel-good endorphins shooting through your nervous system like a shot of adrenaline. “We should take a trip,” he says, fork clattering against his plate to signify the end of his feast.

Your fingers tap across your keyboard, eyes flickering between an Excel sheet and the report you’re typing out. It takes you a moment to respond, a delayed, “huh,” that even Jungkook doesn’t find convincing.

In the background, you’re listening to what has to be one of the worst voiceovers of the original Sailor Moon series in a language you don’t even understand. But you know the series like the back of your hand, know what exactly is happening even if you don’t understand what they’re saying, because you’ve watched it only about a million times. It’s mostly just there for background purposes anyway, some white noise to try and replicate the noisy soundtrack of your office.

To make matters worse—complicated?—, you had been too lazy to get onto your usual pirating sites and had settled for the five minute, five part, 240p clips of Sailor Moon on YouTube (you know the ones), and Jungkook has to wait until Episode 74: Part ⅖ ends before you grace him with a proper response. “Where do you wanna go, baby?” you ask, giving your eyes a break from the data as you move to scour YouTube for Episode 74: Part 3/5.

He’s stretching back now, arms wound up above his head. His hair— god, his hair —is an ashy color now, a faded version of its golden ancestor from a few months ago. Soon, he’s planning on going back to brown, claims he’s getting too old to be dying his hair, whatever that means. For now, you watch his inked fingers run through his scalp; he looks delectable. Maybe you’re hungrier than you initially thought. Or at least thirstier. “A cabin,” he suggests, and he offers this little half shrug that would otherwise seem normal had you not been well-versed in the art of Jungkook Body Language. His front teeth nibble at his lip, eyes laser focused on his empty plate. Even now, he still gets nervous asking you out. That thought alone makes your ego soar as high as an airplane. “Just something small.”

Usually, “something small” with Jungkook ends up being something big and, in most cases, something expensive. Which you’re totally not opposed to— you’re at the point in your relationship where you don’t even bother trying to dissuade Jungkook from showering you with gifts. It’s one of his many, many, many, many forms of loving you and, well, he knows you like the back of his hand. He rarely misses.

Lo and behold, it is a grander affair than a simple cabin. “Well, it’s more like a resort,” he confesses, reaching across the table for your hand. Immediately, his thumb finds itself rubbing over the simple band of your promise ring. “Just wanna do something nice for you. I know you’ve been tired lately,” he adds on, voice a quiet murmur that nearly gets lost under the intensity of the pout that appears whenever he becomes even the slightest bit bashful.

You smile, the fondness in your heart skyrocketing to impossible heights when he lifts your hand to press those pretty petal lips against your knuckles. “Well, just let me know when,” you tell Jungkook. “So I can request time off from work.”

Episode 74: Part 3/5 starts playing after an ad, and you’d pause it for the sake of preserving this moment with Jungkook, but it’s hidden under so many tabs on your laptop that you lose it the second you leave the tab. Jungkook’s head tilts to the side, sending his ashy locks cascading beautifully. “You know that show is on Crunchyroll,” Jungkook says, seemingly moving past his bout of shyness now. “And you have the password.”

“Do I,” you murmur, but he’s lost you once more, your true talent of typing with one hand showing itself as you return to your Excel sheet, the other still firmly squeezed in his grasp. Jungkook releases soon enough anyway, cleans up the table quickly, and disappears off into the kitchen. He sings when he washes the dishes, likes to pretend he’s a terrible singer even though you’ve told him countless times he could easily take X Factor by storm. (And you know exactly what it takes to wow those judges— you spent the entire last month psychotically watching multiple X Factor seasons from multiple different countries, nearly considered joining the damn audition yourself.) The horribly dubbed Sailor Moon is yelling now, shrieking really, and Jungkook calls from the kitchen, “don’t forget to take your contacts out, sweetheart.”

It’s domestic and it's nerve-wracking.

You want Jungkook, that much is a fact. Aristotle and Socrates and that other guy could debate the philosophical intricacies of the world, turn this dimension in on itself until it was a scrambled mess of emotion and thought, but the one thing they could never change, could never even question, is your love for your boyfriend. You want Jungkook badly, but more importantly, you want Jungkook forever.

And you’re sure Jungkook probably, maybe, hopefully feels that way too. But the way you feel is… slightly concerning to say the least. For starters, you’re convinced your love for Jungkook was meant to be, and that’s saying a lot coming from you. You’re not one for cheesy, soulmate tales— that was more Jungkook’s thing —but the more you think about it, the more you become convinced that you and Jungkook were destined to meet. Like the planets aligned one year, the stars conferred, a tectonic plate somewhere in California shifted; whatever it may have been, something happened somewhere that led to the birth of this beautiful romance of yours.

Lately, being with Jungkook has this inexplicably fiery feeling blossoming in your chest, these waves of emotion that sometimes have you fantasizing about the weirdest of scenarios with him. Like yelling at him for not taking the garbage out on time, or bumping into each other as you make dinner in the kitchen, or buying a new rug together.

(Most drastically, the other day, you had a dream where you were pregnant and Jungkook was there and there was a house and a dog and an annoyingly friendly neighbor and this god-awful tile in the bathroom.)

Long story short, you’ve been fantasizing about a forever with Jungkook. The concerning part is the timing; was this too early? You’re nearly halfway through your second year with Jungkook now, and you know most people date for many, many years before the mere thought of union even occurs to them. In another life, maybe you were the same, would have held off until the very last moment. But with Jungkook things just feel right (at least for you), like there wasn’t going to be anyone else after him. And you sincerely hoped there wouldn’t be.

You slump back into your seat, eyes fluttering shut. Too many thoughts swirl around your mind, and the screech of the Sailor Moon voiceover on screen certainly doesn’t help. How you managed to spiral that far down your thoughts in the span of one 240p, five minute clip of a larger episode amazes even you. To add onto your worries, the clip abruptly ends and Episode 74: Part ⅘ is nowhere in sight, a fact that draws a frustrated moan out of the already sensitive you.

Luckily, Jungkook eventually returns, standing closely behind you. His presence is enormous, the room suddenly overflowing with a shit ton of those feel-good endorphins all over again, except this time they reach an all-time high when he leans over and quietly shuts your laptop. “Come sleep,” he says softly, and it’s a pleasant mixture of his genuinely caring voice and that horndog purr of his that lures you into bed. And it’s that same voice that croons softly into your ear, fingers nestled between your folds until you’re orgasming yourself into a deep slumber.

Much to no one’s surprise, the cabin turns out to be quite the luxurious lodging; two floors of dark oak everywhere you turn, a stunning stone fireplace in the bedroom, and a truly breathtaking view of the resort’s snowy hill (read: front row seats to watch all the snowboarders and skiers wipe out in the snow). Jungkook had splurged quite the pretty penny on it, so you make a point to clap it up for him when he first opens the door to your temporary home for the weekend.

The main bedroom is beyond words. It’s got an attached balcony (that you doubt you’ll be using in this chilly weather), and a wooden canopy bed that makes you feel like a royal (that you will certainly be using). It’s separated into two areas, the bed space and a tiny entertainment area on the other side of the room. Perhaps the best thing about the room— and the cabin itself —is the huge, smart TV mounted above said stone fireplace and the fact it allows the phone mirroring option in lieu of not having any streaming sites. And as is with every and anything to do with televisions, Jungkook is the most excited of the two of you. “Baby, look,” he beams, pointing excitedly at whatever he’s got mirrored onto the television this time. Knowing him, it’s probably another documentary.

You had the forethought to finish your work before the trip, spent two days in the office going absolutely ham on this month’s final reports until your department head promptly sent you home to finish the rest there. You had given yourself a fright upon entering the bathroom that night, the state of your under eyes so severe, you feared it was sufficient cause for a national emergency. Similarly, Jungkook had done the same with his work, cooped himself up in his study until he was free from the shackles of capitalism for the weekend. All this to say you’ve missed him these past few days.

But even though you’re sorely malnourished in the affection department and craving a good kiss or two, you wouldn’t dare interrupt one of Jungkook’s little nerdy, tech-induced fanboy moments. They’re cute, in their own geeky way, providing some insight to a mellower side of your boyfriend who looks on with childlike wonder; Jungkook’s eyes always get so big when he talks about nerdy stuff. You get to work hanging up the silk shirt he packed for tomorrow night’s fancy dinner at the resort, listening to some British narrator’s detailed description of the functionally extinct Northern white rhinos living under 24-hour surveillance in Kenya.

(Jungkook’s really into nature documentaries again, had spent a few nights sniffling as he watched that one Koko the gorilla film.)

The original plan was to head to the nearest store and whip up something small to eat at the cabin. But Jungkook is a little tired from the long drive, slumps down into the couch in front of the now lit fireplace like a limbless blob as he tunes into his documentary. His nose is a little red from the outside chill. It’s so cute. He’s so cute. You love him so much, you fear you’ll accidentally squeeze his cheeks to death. It’s a thought that occurs more times than you’d like.

According to the pamphlet on the nightstand, the resort has its own room-service to order from. Normally you would do that, but not this time; you had gotten into a bit of a squabble with the man at the front desk after he had tried to withhold Jungkook’s reservation for arriving two minutes past your check-in time, called each other all sorts of names before he backed down and gave you your room key. So you’re still a little salty, to say the least. Instead, you settle in for some pizza in front of the huge TV, calling up the nearest place to order some of Jungkook’s and your favorites.

You plop down beside him, instinctively cuddling closer when he wraps an arm around your shoulders. “So,” you start, flipping through the rest of the resort’s introductory pamphlet. There’s a loud roar on screen. In all honesty, you didn’t even know what Northern white rhinos sounded like until then, and you probably never would have if not for the man beside you. “What are you in the mood for tonight, sweet boy?”

You’re not sure if it’s the fatigue or the overall relaxed vibes he’d been exuding since the moment you entered the cabin, but Jungkook is weirdly cooperative today. “Whatever you want,” he responds, head on your shoulder. He even places the remote in your hands, gives your enclosed fist a gentle tap as if he’s just handed you the secret to eternal youth. In other words, it’s a rare sight to behold. “This is your trip, pretty girl.”

You appreciate the sentiment, but feel the need to clear the air, tucking your feet up onto the couch as you snuggle closer. “Our trip,” you clarify, and snatch the remote anyway before he changes his mind.

Jungkook releases a quiet huff of laughter, head rolling back against the couch cushions to display his thick, juicy neck that definitely doesn’t awaken any vampiric tendencies in you. “We can even watch some anime if you want,” he murmurs, casually throwing an arm around your shoulders in a way that would have made any teenage girl in the early 2000s squeal with excitement. It’s one of those barely there touches, but the way he holds you makes you feel so safe and warm and loved. So loved and in love. “The ones on Crunchyroll, though.”

For the sake of preserving these good vibes (and your ears [and Jungkook’s sanity]), you navigate to the Crunchyroll app on your phone, quickly finding your latest obsession and mirroring it onto the big television before Jungkook can react. “Sailor Moon?” he asks with a tone that implies a feigned interest, mostly out of respect for you; he’s, sadly, still not the big dorky anime fan you had hoped to convert him into.

“In the name of the moon, I’ll punish you,” you recite dutifully, snatching up the throw blanket on the end of the couch. It’s barely big enough to cover the both of you, has Jungkook’s outstretched legs and your booty subject to the chilly air. Who cares, Jungkook is a furnace anyway.

He snorts. “Punish me,” he mumbles, as if he doesn’t believe it. His snarky comment wins him a playful pinch against his doughy cheek, not that he particularly defends himself against it anyway, eyes fluttering shut as you tug at the pale skin.

“Don’t fuck with the moon, Jungkook,” you warn him, snuggling closely against his side as your favorite opening song begins filtering through the speakers of the television before you. It’s infinitely better than the 240p YouTube clips you had subjected yourself to the entire last week, the graphics scarily clear.

“Right, of course,” Jungkook says, but a hint of amusement seems to curl around the sound anyway. Nevertheless, he lets it go, cuddles into your side as you pour your full focus into watching yet another group of ragtag teenagers with supernatural abilities kick some ass.

You can tell Jungkook isn’t really into it, and you’re torn between just snuggling him into a well deserved nap or taping his eyelids open so he can become a fan of this show with you.

The loving, caring, adoring side of you says Jungkook deserves the entire world and more (the more in question preferably being a fluffy blanket and a nap). He worked hard this week, just like you, and on top of that he was the one who planned this entire weekend getaway for the two of you to enjoy. You want him to rest up.

The obnoxiously in love girlfriend-slash-best friend in you says Jungkook is sorely missing out on one of the greatest shows on planet Earth and that naps are for the weak.

Your jumbled thoughts are interrupted by a loud sound on the television, a yelp from Ms. Sailor Moon herself that has you jolting up in surprise. Jungkook welcomes you deeper into his embrace, chuckles at your little fright. “Scared?” he teases in that low voice that makes you feel like you’re going crazy, really. So crazy and irrational, and the only thing that stops you from bombarding him with an unexpected outpouring of love is that hard and sharp thing that pokes your side when you get too close to him. It’s not Jungkook, sadly, but something in the front pocket of his hoodie instead.

And for some reason, part of your brain is stuck all of a sudden, rewinding the last two and a half years like a broken cassette tape that had the tape reel hastily stuffed back inside by a toddler. It’s choppy to say the least, and it certainly doesn’t help when Jungkook calls your name softly, tenderly. “__,” he murmurs. It’s a little weird; it’s not often he says your name, mostly referring to you with one of the many pet names from that part of his vocabulary that focuses exclusively on terms of endearment. Your heart skips a beat.

Now, if anyone were to ask, it’s approximately around this time that you begin to spiral. The pink curve of his bottom lip is just too close, the mole on his nose too prominent. Paired with the obnoxious tittering of Usagi on screen, you can feel your thoughts begin to overlap, bumping into each other within the realm of your brain until all that comes out are the messiest of messy thoughts.

They go like this:

Most episodes of any anime run for approximately thirty minutes. Take out the commercial breaks, the opening and ending credits, and it becomes something closer to twenty. Twenty minutes per episode, filled with plot and gags and tears and whatever else necessary to make you feel something, anything really.

“What’s in your pocket?” you ask tentatively.

In contrast, it takes approximately two seconds for Jungkook’s lips to quirk up— first the right side, always the right side —and his eyes to crinkle. Two seconds for him to smile, a sweet expression that reminds you of Netflix and college and quiet laughter and tattoos and silly YouTube videos and cookies and cell phones and job applications and blond hair; two seconds to make you feel everything all at once.

“There’s nothing,” he says, but his cheeks are pink, and it’s not from the cold anymore. His smile is so big it makes your own cheeks ache just looking at it. You can’t even hear the television anymore. Never mind the fact you really like Sailor Moon, or that you really want to pay attention to every little detail; the moment becomes Jungkook and his big smile and his red cheeks and the tiny box he produces from within his pocket. “It was supposed to be for tomorrow,” he admits, unwrapping his arm from around you.

It’s a little funny, somehow, because his hands are covered in ink, in tiny doodles and intricate pieces of swirls and words that ooze this aura of strength and toughness. But they tremble when he opens it, as unsteady as a wispy dandelion on a windy day, fumbling with the box. And when you look closely, he’s been biting at the skin along his thumb again, that nervous habit you’ve been trying forever to help him overcome.

Someone is saying something on screen, something important to the plot. The volume is loud, but not as loud as your heart. Not as loud as Jungkook’s quiet murmur when he speaks again. “Will you marry me?” he asks softly, looks at you with flushed cheeks and big eyes and his heart on his sleeve.

The answer has always been the same, hasn’t changed since the first time he planted the seed in your mind. Still, it catches in your throat, nearly loses out to a surprised and emotional sob that you barely manage to bite down. You had just been speaking, had just been ready to deliver a whole spiel on the importance of him watching Sailor Moon with you. But when you try now, it’s raspy and dry, as if you haven’t used your voice in years. “I— yes,” you exhale, surprised by the lonely tear that trails down your cheek. You go to wipe it away, but Jungkook beats you with a gentle hand cupping your cheek.

His smile is wobbly, patches of red blossoming across his face that eventually consume his entire appearance as he leans his forehead against yours. Only then do you realize he’s crying, and you laugh out of reflex. “You’re crying,” you say, and Jungkook snorts.

“You cried first,” he sniffles, smiling. “You made me cry.”

He looks like a wreck, but, like, a hot wreck. An engaged, hot wreck who’s eyes flicker back to the TV to remind you to pause your anime, always so considerate. You do, hastily smashing buttons on the remote before remembering it’s controlled by your phone, hands flying back and forth as your nerves actively work to retire themselves after Jungkook’s proposal. “Easy there,” he soothes, eventually catching your hand in his, drawing it up for a kiss against your knuckles.

The ring fits perfectly, snuggly. Vaguely, a memory drifts through your thoughts of Jungkook and Doyeon on a rampant mission to reorganize your jewelry box a few months ago, but it disappears as quickly as it came. You’re taken by the ring, a simple band with a pretty diamond on top. It’s a good mixture of you and him; flashy yet mild.

“You love me,” you marvel, a revelation you’ve had the honor of experiencing time and time again with Jungkook. Still, it never fails to render you speechless. He hums.

“I do,” he says, taking your hand in his. “It’s the easiest thing for me. Like breathing, or existing. I think I was made to love you.” And normally, you’d be the first one to correct him. Jungkook was made for so much more, a fact he’s proven time and time again with his abilities and the sheer size of his heart. He was your golden boy, could do anything he set his mind to. Always amazing you, always making you fall in love all over again.

But now, with the weight of his words sitting heavy in the air, you find yourself incapable of negating the fact, instead sniffling at the meaning.

Pleased with your silence, Jungkook places another chaste kiss against your ring. “I love you, __,” he confesses, voice nearly a whisper. Your entire body feels as if it is doused in gasoline, lit aflame over and over again. Your heart threatens your rib cage, pounds away with the strength of a world renowned boxer. Jungkook’s hands curl around your wrists carefully. “I used to think we were like the moon and the sun,” he admits, “that you were my sun and I was your moon. In love but always separated by those thin veils of the sunrise and the sunset.” He pauses, nuzzling sweetly against your palm once more before gently guiding them down between the two of you. “But that really sucks— saying goodbye to you every night? I hate that, __. I hate watching you leave, I hate watching you run off in the mornings or halfway through the day, having to drive back and forth from your place to mine. I hate having to be away from you when all I wanna do is hold you. I— I want to be by your side,” he rambles, eyes nervously meeting yours. They’re still glassy, dark lashes framing his chocolate irises wonderfully. “Forever.”

Your heartbeat stutters, the simple word looping itself in your mind like that night in his dining room all over again, all the fantasies of having a forever with Jungkook bubbling to the surface. Jungkook pushes on. “You are my sun,” he says softly, mostly to himself. “But… I don’t wanna be the moon anymore. Being the moon means, eventually, I’ll have to say goodbye. In the night or in the morning, it always comes to an end. And I don't want there to be an end with you,” he insists, clutching your hand tightly. “I wanna be another star, the closest one to you. The one who gets to be with you forever. I wanna be by you and shine with you and—“

“Explode into a gazillion little fragments of cosmic dust with me,” you offer, and Jungkook nods along eagerly, too amped up on his speech to bother scolding you for your playful comment.

“Yes, I want to— to—“ The words catch in his throat. So much emotion from the man you once thought was the dictionary definition of calm and collected. “To—“

“Marry me,” you fill in, and Jungkook practically blows a fuse from how emotionally fired up he’s become, exclaiming a resolute, “yes!” that leaves you stupidly grinning back at him.

His outburst leaves him with flushed cheeks. “I do,” he reiterates in a softer tone, averting his gaze from you as if embarrassed by his cheesy outpouring of emotion. Usually, it’s the other way around; you make all the corny declarations of love and Jungkook laughs along suavely. It feels nice to have the tables turned.

There’s so much to say, but the words all fade away when Jungkook shyly looks at you again. You settle on tackling him back onto the couch cushions, taking his surprised little yelp in stride as you suffocate him in your embrace. “Save those words for the big day, superstar,” you giggle, peppering his red face with tiny kisses that make him scrunch up cutely. “I can’t wait to blow up into one huge supernova with you.”

Beneath you, Jungkook groans. “I’m sorry,” he huffs, voice muffled against your shoulder. Begrudgingly, his arms come up to envelope you, pulling you closer until the blanket scrunches up uncomfortably between you two. “That must’ve sounded so lame.”

Leaning back so you’re not completely squishing him, you carefully push his silvery hair away from his forehead. “Don’t be,” you assure him, placing one chaste peck against his pouty lips. “I thought it was cute. I didn’t know you were into astrology.”

A sigh. “Astronomy,” he corrects, “astrology has to do with zodiac signs and placements.”

You run your thumbs over his cheeks, collecting any of the drying tears that paint his face. “Oh, like how you’re a Virgo and I’m a“—

The TV remote you had lost somewhere along the way is suddenly rematerialized beneath your knee, sends the speakers blaring to life with a deafening screech that has both you and Jungkook leaping up like two frightened cats. “You always do this,” he laughs, that loud boyish sound that makes you feel like you’re sitting on a cloud. He watches you with a gentle smile as you hurriedly shut off the television, the remote haphazardly tossed somewhere behind you afterwards. You return to his embrace, wrap your arms around his waist and snuggle into his warmth. His heart thumps a steady rhythm beneath your ear.

“You’re gonna be stuck with me forever,” you warn him, clutching at the fabric of his shirt like he’ll suddenly disintegrate before your eyes.

Above you, Jungkook hums, placing a kiss against the crown of your head. “I look forward to it,” he responds, pulling you impossibly closer, until you can feel the wrinkles in his shirt imprinting themselves against your cheek. He’s back to being that suave bastard again, and you find yourself wishing you had milked those big crocodile tears out of him for just a little bit longer.

Fingers gently press against the muscles in your nape, push themselves in deeply until you can feel all the tension seeping out, turning you into a limbless blob over Jungkook. “Jeez,” you sigh, eyes fluttering shut. “And you wanted to wait until tomorrow.”

He huffs out a laugh. “I just thought you’d rather get engaged at a fancy restaurant with a pretty dress,” he defends, and you can hear the grin on his face. “For the photos.”

“Fair point,” you concede, eventually pushing yourself up so you’re not entirely squishing your boyfriend beneath you. Jungkook is already looking at you when you lift your head, has got this funny double-chin from this angle that makes his normally sharp jawline disappear. You find yourself tapping a finger against his chin, on the chocolate chip mole that hides itself beneath his plump bottom lip. “If anything, just propose to me again tomorrow at the restaurant.”

It wins you an eye-roll. “I’m not gonna propose to you again tomorrow,” he laughs, doesn’t even push you away when you become annoying and start tapping your fingers against all his beauty marks like you’re playing Whack-a-Mole.

“Booo,” you frown, but let it go soon enough, foregoing your little game to press your lips against his. “Then I better make this a night to remember,” you murmur, tilting your head to the side.

Your hands dip into his luscious locks, fingernails tracing thin lines along his scalp that are certain to send tingles down his spine. As predicted, Jungkook releases a quiet groan soon after, a sound that’s muffled against your own lips. He’s pliant tonight, but not in a way that would elude fatigue. Pliant in a way that suggests he wants you to take the reins tonight, exhaling softly against you as he parts his lips.

“Let me take care of you,” you hum, the hand that had been mindlessly hovering along his cheek drifting down to caress the side of his neck. Jungkook nods, his irises swimming in lust. You smile at his silent compliance, give his throat a light squeeze that makes his breathing hitch in surprise.

He’s always at his prettiest when he’s beneath you like this, limbs moving in slow motion as you guide him along. You can already feel the beginnings of his arousal stirring beneath the front of his sweats, his cock slowly making its presence known against your thigh. You press your lips against his once more, making sure to make it rougher than the first kiss. Your tongue is met with little resistance, slips past his lips and dips into the hot cave of his mouth where Jungkook releases another trembling breath.

Two hands come up behind you, trail themselves over your back and down to your ass, where he gives the two globes a tight squeeze. It draws a whimper out of you, one that Jungkook greedily swallows up. His tongue rubs up along yours, the wet muscle daringly pushing back against yours. His rebelliousness is only quelled with another press of your fingertips around his throat.

“Slow down,” you tell him. The first roll of your hips against him is slow, cruel in that you cut the motion short just as Jungkook begins to push back. A bratty huff escapes him, swollen pink lips pushing out into that endearing pout you love so much. It makes you grin, releasing the grip around his throat to carefully brush a stray strand of hair away from his eyes.

It’s a gesture that works to soften Jungkook as well, the petulant look on his face melting away as you trail your pointer finger along his cheekbone. It’s replaced with a more tender one, dark lashes blinking up at you slowly. “Open,” you command upon reaching his mouth, finger pressing down against his pink lower lip. Jungkook obeys, opening his mouth until you can see his pink tongue and the dark abyss that leads down his throat. Your finger pushes itself in, and Jungkook certainly doesn’t try to resist. His lips suction around the digit fairly quickly, tight enough to keep you there but loose enough for you to slowly draw your finger in and out, each short plunge pressing down against his tongue.

It’s a rather short affair, one that comes to an end when he accidentally bucks up against you, pressing his hardened member against your core. You retract your finger. “Can you,” he tries, but his cheeks are stained red and he refuses to meet your gaze. “Just…”

You intercept him with a chaste peck, maneuvering your legs until your knees are firmly pressed into the couch cushions beneath him, his thin waist trapped in between. When you sit up, you feel drunk on power and the way Jungkook looks up at you certainly doesn’t help. “Can I sit on your face?”

He chokes. “I— sure, please,” he blurts out. His gaze follows you as you slip off of him, quickly discarding your pants and top on the floor. One pat against his thigh has him hurrying to shimmy out of his clothes, his sweatpants caught around his ankles.

“You’re excited,” you laugh, stripping him of his bottoms when the frustration takes him over.

Jungkook scoffs. “Well, yeah,” he mumbles, tugging his shirt off with one smooth motion. The ink around his bicep is as dark as ever, contrasts wonderfully against his warm face. “My fiancée is gonna sit on my face.”

The title makes you preen, quickly finding your place on his lap once more. With your clothing out of the way, Jungkook really does become a furnace. Every inch of his body is hot to the touch, soft too. “Fiancée,” you giggle, hands on his chest. They slide down, fingers playfully nudging his brown nipples. Jungkook flinches at the touch. “Gonna sit on my fiancé’s face,” you parrot back, delicately pinching one nipple between your fingers. A moan spills from his lips, his cock pushing against your thigh once more.

It’s the reminder you need, pushing back dutifully against him as you continue to toy with his chest. He’d look pretty with piercings, you find yourself thinking, watching on in fascination at the way his pert nipples stand at attention. Beneath you, Jungkook begins to grow desperate, his hands finding their place on your waist to encourage you to grind down against him once more.

Jungkook swears up and down that he’s not particularly sensitive about having his nipples touched. But when you’ve got him like this, sinfully laid out before you, you can easily confirm that his claims are nothing but lies. He loves having his nipples touched, squirms beneath you impatiently with each playful tug and twist you bestow upon them.

You duck down, pressing a kiss against his pectoral, just beside his nipple, and Jungkook’s entire body shivers. A few careful drags of your tongue against his warm skin only serve to string him along further, the prettiest whimper pulling itself from his lips when you finally envelope one of them in your mouth. “Wait,” he gasps, clawing at your clothing as if he both wants to push you off and push you closer. You grin, brandishing one mean nip at the sensitive nub.

Eventually, your incessant need to play with Jungkook’s chest is fulfilled. “Lay back,” you instruct, watching as he shuffles down flat on the cushions, silver hair tumbling away from his eyes. He’s so red, eyes hazy. Your panties are discarded, joining the ever growing pile of clothes on the floor.

Once upon a time, the idea of sitting on Jungkook’s face had terrified you, filled you with nightmares of crushing his windpipe or breaking his nose. For the most part, they’re pretty unrealistic fears, ones that can be easily shut down after one careful Google search on safe sexual practices. These days, it’s all too easy; in the mornings, especially, it’s become natural for him to guide you on top carefully, holding your hand as you whimper and sob over his face.

In the current moment, you find yourself stroking a hand down the side of his face, completely enamored with the huge puppy eyes he levels your way. Jungkook likes having your pussy in his face just as much as you do, loves making you feel good in any way he knows how. But there’s a separate matter at hand, one that stands at attention beneath his black boxers and successfully wins your attention.

Truthfully, there is no dilemma to ponder over; you want both to ride Jungkook’s face and suck him off. The solution?

“We’ve never done this before,” Jungkook mumbles in amazement, his voice slightly muffled from his position beneath you and slightly behind you. Still, his arms dutifully wrap around your thighs, guiding you closer to his mouth where his hot breath fans against your glistening folds. You rock back willingly, hands preoccupied with pushing his boxers down and away from his engorged cock.

“Really?” you ask, suddenly feeling overwhelmed with the cock before you and the tongue that gently laps at your folds. Jungkook makes a sound, something between a hum and whimper, his mouth slowly getting to work against your folds. “M- Maybe,” you stutter, all thought processes coming to a halt as you carefully take him in your hand.

His cock is hard and long, his tip an angry shade that weeps with precum. From this angle, you get to watch Jungkook’s huge thighs twitch at the sensation, the tattoo that marks up one of them doing little to hide the fact. Your hand squeezes him, watches in awe as another fat droplet oozes out of his tip. A moan tears itself from his throat, and it’s so goddamn sexy it nearly drives you insane.

It’s one particularly long lap of his tongue over your clit that sends you into action, back arching at the tingles that shoot down your spine. Wasting no more time, you guide Jungkook’s cock into your mouth, let your own tongue shower his mushroom tip in kitten licks that have him bucking upwards. He releases your clit with a lewd pop, hot breath fanning across your lips. “Fuck,” he gasps, voice harsh.

Admittedly, it’s more difficult than you thought it would be.

You’re not one to be easily overwhelmed (says you), but with Jungkook’s twitching cock in your mouth and his teasing tongue dipping into your entrance, it becomes hard to juggle your attention between the two. Even Jungkook, who is quite frankly the master of cunnilingus, seems torn between the two, his breathing shallow and quick against your folds.

With each slow descent around his cock, he shudders, thigh muscles tightening in anticipation. It causes a lull in the pace of his tongue, the generous kisses and licks against your folds subject to a somewhat uneven pace that, surprisingly, leaves you more on edge than you’d ever expected it to; right when you think he’s about to suck your clit into his mouth, you’re met with a harsh exhale instead, one that makes your lips flutter.

You’re both disappointed in yourselves for never having tried this mind-blowing position before, and equal parts understanding as to why you haven’t tried this position before— it’s a lot. His cock is halfway down your throat when it twitches, sends a gush of precum into your mouth that has your eyes rolling backwards, a whine slipping out around him. Jungkook appreciates the vibrations, letting it fuel him as he plunges his tongue into your hole. It’s a two way street, you realize, one that is constantly experiencing traffic.

“Baby,” you gasp, pulling off of his cock with a slick sound, hypnotized by the trail of saliva that connects your lips to his tip. Jungkook’s tongue prods along your slit, makes your eyesight go blurry when the tip of his nose brushes along you as well. The idea of his cute nose buried deep someplace it shouldn’t be has you grinding down on him. “We can— we should stop,” you stutter, your trembling hand reaching forward to grasp the base of his cock.

He’s slick with your saliva and his precum, and your hand makes a squelching sound upon contact. It must feel good, because Jungkook moans against your folds, his thighs unconsciously falling farther apart as you slowly jerk him off. You think you might’ve heard your name slip from his lips, but your mind is fuzzy, lost in your lust as Jungkook licks a sinful line from your hole to your clit, curling his tongue at the end. “J- Jungkook,” you cry, flinching away because it’s become too much, your toes curling as the beginnings of an orgasm threaten you.

Before that can happen, he relents, leaning back with a heavy exhale, his hands loosening their grip against your ass and plopping back down against the cushions. “Fuck,” he pants, his cock twitching in your hold. A lonely droplet of precum trails down the side, your knuckles coated in the glossy substance. Beneath you, Jungkook rubs one soothing palm against your hip.

You slink off before he can get any funny ideas, maneuver yourself around until you’re kneeling between his parted thighs, his fat cock standing at attention between the two of you. From here, he looks ravenous, and you begin to question who exactly is taking care of who. Jungkook looks like he’s a second away from pinning you down and swallowing you whole, a thought that makes your toes curl.

It’s with a cautiously horny hand that you reach for his cock again, holding him with both hands. Jungkook growls, head lolling backwards until all you can see is his neck and his chin, thick veins protruding along his skin. Jungkook doesn’t waste a moment longer. “C’mere,” he purrs, hauling you up until you’re clumsily leaning over him, palms framing his face. A lone finger runs down your spine, its faint touch making you arch forward. “Sorry,” he says, securing an arm around your waist. “I know you wanted to take care of me, but…”

You roll your eyes, submitting yourself to his clutches as he masterfully rolls the two of you over. The couch is soft beneath your back, and Jungkook looks pretty from above too. “You just can’t sit still, can you?” you murmur playfully.

Jungkook’s forearms find their place beneath your thighs, the fold of the back of your knee perfectly slotted against his warm skin as he shuffles closer. “Maybe another time,” he laughs along sheepishly, his hard cock gliding over your slit, teasing your clit. You gulp, eyes scanning over his lean build as if it’s the first time. “Sorry,” he repeats, but he’s got this stupidly dopey grin on his face as he glances down at your pussy; he’s insane, he’s got to be, what man makes heart eyes at a pussy?

Your man, apparently. Grasping the base of his cock, Jungkook takes care to drag it along your folds collecting your wetness along his length, a deep shudder wracking his body through it all. “I knew you would do this to me,” he mutters, so low you nearly miss it under the thundering sound of your heartbeat.

“Huh,” you mumble, and you’d like to defend yourself and say you weren’t as cock-crazy as Jungkook was coochie-crazy, but that would be a lie. You’re staring at his cock as if it holds the secrets to the universe right now.

Jungkook juts his head to the side, a motion similar to the one he does when he’s trying to crack his neck. His tongue prods along his cheek, eyes laser-focused on the point where your two bodies meet. “From the moment you walked into my house,” he grunts mindlessly, finally lining himself up with your entrance. He chances a glance up, meets your gaze with a patient look, “all good?”

“All good,” you hurriedly reply, fingers finding their place against his broad shoulders. With the way he had prepared you earlier, mouthed along your clit and your folds until you were pleasantly aroused, the glide now is too easy. Tight, but easy, has the two of you releasing twin moans that echo off the wooden walls of the cabin.

Jungkook’s forehead is covered in a thin veil of sweat, one that glistens when the evening sunset pours in through the balcony doors, highlighting him in a golden light that makes you dizzy. The angry tip of his cock sinks into your walls, Jungkook’s ashy strands sticking to his forehead and his cheeks. For some reason, you find yourself reminiscing on the aforementioned moment Jungkook had spoken of. Of the soft sweater he’d worn that day and the dinner he had made, the blond tips on his chestnut hair and the way he’d clung onto every word you’d said.

It makes you tear up, and, after laughing at Jungkook early for crying, you quickly turn your face away.

Jungkook isn’t dumb. “What now,” he chuckles, though his breathing is labored, every inch of his cock that penetrates you further bringing with it another rush of adrenaline. At the hilt, you’re embarrassed to say there’s multiple tears streaming down your face, so you can’t even play it off as you usually do. “Crybaby,” Jungkook teases, but his voice is so soft and tender you don’t know what to do with yourself.

“Just move,” you bite out, shamefully covering your face with your hands. Jungkook leans over you, the movement pushing his dick deeper inside of you, your walls clenching around him. A kiss is placed over your knuckles, just shy of your engagement ring. Your chest lurches with a silent sob. “Jungkook,” you whimper, sinking further into the cushion, “please, just—“

“I got it,” he assures you, placing one final peck against your handmade (literally) shield. And then, so quietly you almost miss it, he makes sure to whisper, “love you,” before unsheathing himself.

You shudder, your heart feeling so full, you fear it’ll burst. You both love and hate when he treats you like this, like an ice sculpture in the scorching heat that has him doing everything he can to keep you solid. His touch is soft, the roll of his hips too slow for your liking. You feel so small and vulnerable— too pampered. “Harder,” you beg, your voice an airy whine that has Jungkook chuckling above you.

He lives to please you, hiking your leg over his shoulder with a renewed vigor. His hands find themselves on your waist, forcefully pinning you down against the couch cushions as he sets upon fulfilling your latest request. The next series of thrusts are jerky, have you jostling in his grip as Jungkook pounds into you with an all new mindset. “Lemme see you,” he huffs, thumbs painfully digging into your skin. You tremble in his arms, heart swayed by the quiet plea in his voice. “Let me see your face, pretty girl.”

Reluctantly, you do, brandishing your tear-stricken face his way. Jungkook smiles, that stupidly handsome smile, his hips snapping into you roughly. “Fuck,” he moans, the expression never leaving his face, even when run your nails over his chest harshly. “You’re so pretty.”

You ignore him for the sake of your already weakened mental state, focusing instead on the brutal force of his hips, the way his cock stretches your walls out. Each push has you seeing stars, thighs quivering from the sensations that shoot up your spine and down your toes. “Oh,” you mewl, hands gripping his biceps as you lose yourself to him. Your eyes roll back, vision a mess of colors and nothingness all at once.

“Is this hard enough?” Jungkook husks out, and he sounds so close. His proximity is confirmed when his mouth slots against yours, his harsh breath mingling with your own as he continues to frantically buck into your inviting heat, each new round of thrusts leaving you weaker and weaker than before. “God,” Jungkook cries, the sound nearly lost beneath your own moans and whimpers. “Gonna k- keep you forever,” he spits, tongue slipping into your mouth.

He’s messier than usual, moves with unrefined movements unlike his normal self. You don’t care, you love him all the same. His sloppy kisses turn into desperate ones, matching the pace of his hips. “Kook,” you sob, arms wrapping themselves around his neck, pulling him close until his thrusts are reduced to a shallower depth.

“I’ve got you,” he croons, lips against your jawline. His cock presses in and you swear you feel it alongside every inch of your walls, a warmth blossoming in your stomach. He’s layering messy kisses down your face now, lips sucking dark marks any chance he gets.

True to his word, Jungkook indeed has you. His cock pistons in and out at an astonishing pace, each surge into your folds making you dizzy over and over again. It’s a feeling you fear you’ll never grow tired of, in fact, it’s a feeling you fear you’ll begin to crave even more in the future. The good thing is, that future will extend into forever.

You yank him towards you, swallow his low laughter with your lips. Jungkook doesn’t complain, lowering himself until he’s practically squishing you beneath his beefy body, cock ramming in and out despite all that. His tongue glides along yours, makes it his mission to muffle each of your cries.

It doesn’t take long for you to be fulfilled. Given the fact you had sucked him off like a lollipop whilst having him eat you out, you’re not entirely surprised. That and the emotions of tonight have you melting into him sooner than you’d like, his name falling from your lips as your thighs clamp down around his waist. Jungkook takes it in stride, slows the maddening pace of his hips to cradle you in his arms. You’re like jelly, practically flop back into the cushion when he slips an arm beneath you. “You’re so good for me,” Jungkook praises, lavishing your throat in tiny pecks as his orgasm circles around. “My pretty girl.”

“Love you,” you sigh, and your body feels numb, his intrusion but a small touch now that he’s tired you out once more, your walls tender and raw. Jungkook presses a smile against your throat and, moments later, releases inside of you.

Even minutes after the deed, the feeling refuses to return to your legs. He didn’t go that hard— well, you’re not entirely sure. The memories always become blurry toward the end of your escapades. Everything rushes back in waves, and for some reason, your first thought is, “where’s Sailor Moon?”

Your post-rump conversations have never been the most coherent, usually filled with pretty weird thoughts and ideas. Still, more grand things have happened tonight for you to be worried about a magical anime girl. Jungkook draws himself out of your core with a huff of laughter. “On the TV,” he answers, unfazed by the oddity of your question.

That’s how you know he’s a keeper.

It takes a while, but eventually Jungkook responds. “Avocado toast,” he says, though his answer is dripping with uncertainty. He’s naked as the day he was born, snuggled up beside you in bed. He’s propped up on one arm, looking down at you over the ample swell of his manly bosom. It takes everything in you to keep your hands off his chest.

“Correct,” you respond, “and what movie did we watch?”

Without missing a beat, “Transformers, the first one.”

You nod, glancing at the ceiling as you rack your brain for any other trivia questions to ask your fiancé. “The title of the playlist you made?”

A flush paints his cheeks. “Date Night playlist,” he answers through a pout, reprimanding you for bringing up such a memory with a flick to your forehead. You wince. “I was young and silly,” he defends.

You beam, cuddling into his side until he’s forced to lay back down. “Yeah, yeah,” you tease. “We’re only gonna get older from here,” you lament. You’d say it’s difficult to picture him with a gray head of hair, but his current silvery locks don’t leave much room for your imagination.

Jungkook pulls you close. A beat of silence passes, and then, “so who are we telling first?”

Definitely Namjoon.

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