#that post about attracting mutual with specific content? IT'S HIM
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if I had a nickel for every time David Tennant has played a genderfluid, trauma-filled immortal having the worst day of their life in 2023, I'd have two nickels which isn't a lot but apparently it's enough to making me going insane
#like at this point it's a pattern#that post about attracting mutual with specific content? IT'S HIM#i'm back in the fucking building again#you know it must be good if dt is having a huge meltdown in it#im going to lose my shit again but please keep going#david tennant (belovedest)#fourteenth doctor#crowley#doctor who#doctor who 60th anniversary#good omens season 2#tumblr text meme#user purrvaire
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love love love the plm jealousy drabble! can you also write a super needy, subby plm koo 🥹 only if you have the time and energy! Tysm 🫰🏻
This is 5 months late but here it is - my take on "subby" Koo even if I do not know how to write this kind of dynamic. But I tried with CK JK in mind so I hope you like it. There's also lots of fluff and teasing and walking down memory lane and this is me, making up for the past 2 angsty parts. 🙂
Title: Please Love Me Bonus (09) - The Lake House
WC: 16,648
Tags/Warnings: mentions of pregnancy, past illness; CK JK, lots of teasing and fluff; talks of past sexcapdes; explicit sexual content ("subby" JK & OC trying to be a "dom" (??), mutual masturbation, thigh riding, oral (m & f receiving), straddling, fingering, lots of kissing, penetrative sex, creampie??) (18+) I’m obviously unsure of my smut pls forgive me 😅😅
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“Am I making your heart flutter again, Mrs. Jeon?”
Jungkook smirks as he asks, his body turning towards you when he reaches the stoplight.
Seated on the driver’s seat with his one hand on the wheel and the other one on yours, you shyly smile, knowing you’ve been caught, even if you weren’t really hiding your obvious attraction for your husband on this specific day.
He’s got the short sleeves of his plain white shirt rolled up, his arm tattoos looking bright under the summer sun. His hair is curlier than usual as it’s grown longer, and paired with the denim jeans that you asked him to wear, he’s an absolute stunner.
“You know the answer to that, hun,” you giggle, briefly looking away before he tugs your hand to look at him again.
“I wanna hear you say it, baby,” he urges, his eyebrows wiggling now.
You know that he’ll take any chance he has to hear you confirm that you’re ogling him, and well, you’ve told yourself that you’ll do that every few times just to see him be a giggly mess.
“You are, Kook,” you concede. “My heart’s non-threateningly leaping out of my chest right now. You’re so handsome and you’re so happy; it’s my favorite version of you.”
“Ah, I thought post-shower Jungkook is your favorite,” he teases. “But you also said that about post-sex Jungkook, and post-gym Jungkook, and Jungkook with his glasses on, and—”
“Oh stop it,” you laugh, getting flustered at him pointing out just how weak you are for him. He’s not wrong, though. “They’re all my favorites.”
“You can’t have more than one favorite though,” he playfully rolls his eyes.
“So then what’s your favorite version of me?” You ask, challenging him.
“The present one,” he winks. “Today’s you is my favorite as of today; yesterday’s you was my favorite as of yesterday, and then the day before that was… you get my drift. Each one has been my favorite and it changes everyday.”
“You’re a cheater,” you shake your head.
“I am a lover, babe. I love every version of you.”
You cover your face as you feel embarrassed for you and him, and you’re glad you’re the only two people who are witnessing your husband be incredibly cheesy, which happens every once in a while. You know he does it to make you laugh but you also know there’s truth to the things he says, no matter how cringey they could be sometimes. He loves you that way, and you like that he does.
“Do you love the version that upsets you, too? And that cries and gets sad when you’re away?” You wonder out loud, knowing that any reference to your recent fight and its aftermath doesn’t hurt you both as much as it used to.
It was two weeks ago when he took the 4-hour drive from Busan to Seoul to be with you, and you’ve both been more comfortable talking about the things that hurt since then. It’s how you managed to get back to how things were, playfulness included.
“Of course, babe,” he says, more serious and softer now. “I love you even when I’m angry. And even if it’s hard to see you cry, I love it when I get to hold you again. And then, you know, we have sex and then you talk dirty to me.”
“Kook!” You squeal, feeling your cheeks warm at the reminder.
You’re rarely ever vulgar during sex, letting Jungkook take the reins in all ways including vocally, but that night, you felt so much desire that you just wanted to push him a little, perhaps make him feel how he makes you feel, and your words did what you wanted them to. He came so hard and you basked in the joy that you could do that to him. Thinking about it now makes you shiver, and you truly can’t wait for the long weekend you’ve been afforded to go out of town and be together, knowing what you’ll be doing most of the time.
“Why are you shy about it?” He chuckles, taking your hand from your face and kissing it. “It was so fucking hot, okay? And since you don’t do it much, it surprises me whenever you do, and that’s just… shit I’m getting hard just thinking about it.”
“Honey, behave,” you laugh, although the thought that he could get turned out at the memory of that night makes you giddy. Perhaps that version of you could show up in the next few days.
“I will,” he smiles sweetly now. “But you know it doesn’t matter, right? You could just be lying in bed and sounding the way you always do and that’s all I need. It doesn’t take much to make me happy. Just you.”
Your nose scrunches as you try to temper your smile, but it gives him more reasons to tease you.
“Your heart fluttering again?” He wiggles his eyebrows now.
You pout in response and he can’t help but laugh, and the sound of it warms your heart in ways you can’t fully express. You were without it for weeks, as you recall the days following your stint at the hospital, how Jungkook had been cold to you until things blew over, and how he was distant right after because he didn’t know how to handle all his conflicting emotions towards you. Looking back now, your biggest fight since getting married was because of how much love you both have for each other, and that says a lot about how far you’ve come.
Despite the weeks since then having been tough for Jungkook because of the meetings and project preparations he had to manage, he made sure to go home to you, hug you every night, message when he can’t call, and let you know that he needs you even when he’s just about ready to pull his hair from stress. And you were there, letting him lay on your chest, massaging his head, and kissing him constantly to let him know that you’ll weather the storm with him, no matter how tough things get.
After getting things going and delegating the tasks for his project, Jungkook got the approval from his father to get two days off, which is why you’re both on the way to Busan, having missed home so much. You’ve both only visited since you got married but never stayed long enough to go around, and like what you both promised each other, you’ll make new memories in the places that hold unpleasant ones. Home felt the same but you’re both different now, and the flirty smile that Jungkook gives you is evidence of that.
Perhaps it’s his feeling of temporary freedom that makes him look a lot more handsome today; he’s smiling and laughing and teasing, and it’s when his youthfulness shines. Perhaps it’s the way the sun highlights his caramel skin, or the way his curls fall on his shoulders, or maybe it’s the casual look that isn’t his usual sweatshirt and joggers ensemble that’s making him look even more irresistible. Maybe it’s everything, as he bops his head to the sounds of his playlist, his carefree vibe somehow making him glow.
Maybe you’re just as excited, and so everything he’s done since this morning is probably just preparing you for what’s to come.
You’d stopped to watch him dress up earlier and commented that he could be a jeans and underwear model, and he’d laughed, saying that in contrast to his younger years, he no longer feels comfortable walking in his boxers around strangers. He had to clarify that he joined some community fashion show during one of his backpacking trips because his companion convinced him and he was a hit; everyone was cheering and then flirting with him afterwards. He’s done with that, he’d said. You’re the only one he wants to see him that way; he’d give you a private show if you wanted, he teased.
During your stopover at a cafe for breakfast, he was sitting on the chair with his legs spread wide while sipping his coffee, and you allowed yourself just about a minute to imagine climbing on his lap and marking his pretty neck while he moaned your name.
And this whole drive, he’d been nothing but a tease - combing his hair with his fingers, dragging his tongue along his lips just because, and singing along to love songs while smirking at you. All the while, you’re smiling like a giddy teenager admiring her crush, and Jungkook makes sure to call you out on it. But you don’t mind, really, not when he stops at a shoulder on the road just to kiss the pout off your face and tell you that he becomes such a giddy mess every time he sees you be a mess yourself for him.
“Kook,” you whine against his mouth, wanting it all over you even if you know it’s not the time nor place. “We have to go to our grandparents’. You know they don’t like it when we’re late.”
“They miss us too much to get angry,” he argues, as he presses kisses down your neck.
“We’re still out on the road and in public,” you counter, panting now as your pleasure increases. “And I don’t want to go into that lunch with messy underwear because that’s what’s about to happen. Please, hun, I—” your moan cuts you off when his fingers press onto your clothed pussy, feeling now the effect he has on you.
“Hmm, baby,” he groans, suddenly frustrated at not being able to do anything more right now.
He shouldn’t have teased you like this but he also couldn’t go on another minute not kissing you after you looked at him the way you’ve been all morning. There’s this perpetual desire in your eyes, as if you’re savoring every action that he makes, perhaps coming up with scenarios in your head that he hopes you’d play out once you’re both alone. He suddenly wants to fast forward to tonight for that, knowing it’ll take you until the early hours of the morning to get fully satisfied.
“We should save all this energy for later, okay?” You say, taking his fingers that felt you up in your mouth, wanting to get back at him but also wanting to excite him; his hardened gaze says you succeeded. “In the meantime, we have to act like the precious, wholesome couple that our grandparents think we are.”
“Hey, we’re wholesome sometimes,” Jungkook laughs, willing himself to pull away from you and continue driving. “But, uh, do you think they’ll ask us about having children again? I don’t really know what to tell them; we can’t really ask them to not be on our business like we can with our parents. I just don’t want you to feel pressured.”
“I know, same here,” you sigh. “But Mother told me that she told them not to bring it up, since I have to focus on getting healthy again after what happened. Hopefully our grandparents won’t hound us about it.”
“If they do, then let’s just be honest.”
“And say what?”
“That we’re living our best lives and we’ve decided to let life surprise us,” Jungkook says. “And that it’ll come. And when it does, it’s gonna be really special because we prepared ourselves for it. Because that’s what we’re doing, right?”
“It is,” you smile, liking how he’s able to talk about having children in a casual manner now, with less of the fear and more of the excitement.
You may still be just letting things take its course - with some false alarms along the way - but the challenges in between have been helpful in preparing yourselves for eventually starting a family. You know that when it happens, it’s going to be everything you imagined it to be.
Your grandparents’ estate is not far from the beach. They bought a humble home in this area decades ago and slowly expanded the property by buying the surrounding land, until they were able to build a large main house with smaller living quarters for when their children and grandchildren visit.
The garden is large and well-designed. You claimed a section of it when you were young. It’s where you had your playhouse set up because playing in it was the only thing you could do; you weren’t allowed to run around like Seokjin and Soyeon were. There was a spot where you laid your mat to play with your dolls; as you grew older, it became the place where you’d read books or paint or draw. The playhouse is still there, a little old and rusty but you imagine your future children playing in there one day.
There’s a tall tree in the center and you stand underneath. It’s the one that used to shade you when you would watch your siblings play with the Jeons.
Apparently, it’s also the spot of your first picture with your husband, as you find out from your grandparents. Your grandmother holds an old photo they recovered from one of their albums - you and Jungkook at 2 years old, standing next to each other, with him in a red hooded jacket and you in a yellow sundress. There’s distance in between, but you’re both posing the way little kids do, and you can’t stop gushing over how adorable you both looked.
“Honey, look at us!” You giggle. “Two years before you started disliking me.”
“You mean, 2 years before you rejected me?” He counters, pouting at you.
You both pose the same way for another photo - Jungkook with a peace sign by his head and you with your close-lipped, sweet smile - and lay the polaroid next to the old picture, over 25 years apart. It’s amazing how things play out, you think to yourself as you gaze at them. Life does surprise you, and realizing it decades later is a different kind of special.
Jungkook makes you take another photo so he has a copy, and you indulge him, knowing he gets pretty sentimental about these things. He said once that he wishes he had more of your joint childhood to remember and treasure, but much of that only lives in your mind because you’re the one who always paid attention; he was the one who tried not to mind you even if you were right next to him, the jealousy clouding his mind. Which is why whatever piece of your past he finds, he’ll take it, if only to put together the puzzle of your lives back then, and smile because even if he doesn’t remember much of that, he remembers everything about this - your now and everyday.
He goes through other old photo albums of your grandparents, telling his grandparents that he’ll check their stack as well when you both visit on your last day. It’s stories of the yesteryears that fill the air as you finish your meal, and you’re thankful that everyone is immersed in the stories to even bring up your sickness or your future family.
The sound of Jungkook’s laughter fills your heart once more, and as he pulls you close under that same tree for a kiss, you think that it’s another new memory you’re going to hold dear.
Pulling up to the side of the road, Jungkook turns off the engine and meets you by the railings overlooking a semi-private beach. It’s one of several in town and Jungkook’s favorite. This is where he first learned to surf and he spent much of his time here with Jimin and Taehyung.
He tells you this as you both walk down the steps to get to the shore, reminiscing the days when things were much simpler.
“So that’s why you chose this for your 13th birthday party,” you say, looking around. “It’s gorgeous, Kook.”
“You knew I had it here?” He looks at you curiously, immediately thinking that Junghyun had told you.
“Yeah, I could tell from that big rock,” you say, pointing to it near the shore. “You had photos there and your brother told me how your mom was yelling at you to not jump from it. I… I asked him to show me pictures when he visited me at the hospital. I told him I wanted to see how happy you were.”
“You were recovering from surgery but you were still thinking about me, huh?” Jungkook says, a sigh almost escaping his lips at the thought.
“You were really excited about it and I was sad I couldn’t go. If I was strong enough, I would have, but I guess you wouldn’t have noticed either way,” you laugh, knowing that Jungkook didn’t pay much attention to you then.
“I was pretty bitter, actually,” he admits. “You were supposed to be family but you didn’t come - that was the thought in my head. Silly, right? And pretty childish.”
“You didn’t know, Kook,” you assure him. “So you were looking for me?”
“Sort of,” he laughs. “I was being petty. I remember not wanting to ask hyung where you were so I never did, but I just chalked it up to you never attending parties anyway, so what would be different about me?”
“Yours was the only party I would actually go to, but I didn’t want to be the boring girl to you who just sat at the table while everyone enjoyed,” you reason. “So I never went to the ones after that. I always wanted to, though. But that doesn’t really matter now, does it?” You turn to him and smile before you wrap his arms around your waist. “I’m literally family and we’re here together. I think this is a nice good memory to make.”
“It is,” he says, kissing your cheek. “I’m glad I took you here with me. Immature 13-year old Jungkook can get over it now. If I told him I’d be marrying you 12 years later, he’d probably cuss me out.”
“You were cursing at 13?!”
“Yeah. Don’t tell my Mother.”
You laugh together as you head back to the car, the late afternoon heat starting to prick at your skin. It’s been a long day but you’re nowhere near done. You take the half-hour drive to your home for the next few days, a place that holds a lot of unpleasant memories for you, which is why you insisted on staying there.
One of the Jeons’ beach houses would’ve been an easy choice, but when you told him where you wanted to go, he immediately understood.
With your luggage bags in his hands, Jungkook looks around the graveled pathway and at the cabin in front of him. “So this is the place, huh?”
The place, he repeats in his head - the one where you found refuge in when you wanted to be away from him after he’d hurt you. That fight before your wedding was years ago but sometimes, it still feels like not much time has passed. He gets to see where you spent your days though, and while that may remind you of how hard it was back then, you could at least remember it now as a place where you both spent your weekend together.
“This is the main house,” you say, ringing the doorbell and greeting the caretaker who welcomes you. You smile at the lake view just across; it calms your senses as it did all those years ago. “They only allow a small percentage of land to be used for residential purposes. When my siblings and I got older, my parents wanted to give us our own spaces, so they bought the surrounding areas so we can build our own houses however we want.”
You walk out to a covered pathway that leads you to your own piece of paradise - a one-floor home with a veranda that’s overlooking the lake. It has an open floor plan with the kitchen and dining on the left of the entrance. At the center is a freestanding wall that separates the sleeping area from the living room, both spaces having a good view of the water. The corner on the left houses your painting materials, giving you access to the outside where the magic happens.
There’s a stretch of land down the steps towards another walkway that juts out to the lake, and as you lean by the railing, you take in everything that you see. It’s been years but a lot of things look the same, and just like this city, it still is; it’s you and the man next to you who are different.
“So what did you do while you were here?” He asks, trying to imagine how you spent your days while he wasted away in your apartment in Seoul.
“I… cried,” you admit. “I was upset but I still missed you. But I also painted a bit, read books… Most times I just sat here. It’s so picturesque, you don’t really get tired of it. It helped because I kept thinking about you being alone and worried even if I wasn’t ready to speak with you then.”
“I was thinking of you a lot back then, too,” he says, facing you now and taking your hand. “I hated that you were alone and I didn’t know how to get to you. But I guess I should thank this place, too, for letting you breathe and letting you think. Is that how you forgave me?”
“It was,” you smile. “After my emotions settled, I thought that one day, I’d like to bring you here. I’m glad I could do that now.”
Jungkook smiles at you softly before his eyes turn desirous. “So are you gonna paint and read books and just sit out here this time, too?”
“Hmm, I could,” you smile back. “But I was also thinking of making love to you here. I think that would be nice.”
“It would be,” he hums, cupping your cheek now and pulling you in for a kiss. “We could probably start now, huh?”
His free hand sneaks inside your dress to cup your breast, and you jerk when he flicks your pert bud and you’re taken out of his spell.
“Honey, I’d love that but we have a dinner reservation soon,” you say, pulling away. “It’s jazz night and we said we’d catch that.”
Jungkook doesn’t look disappointed. He agreed with tonight, after all, and he thinks he’d just be craving more and more if you started anything right now, so he lets you go for a shower while he unpacks his things.
He looks out the water as the sun starts to set and spots the two other houses not far away. It seems as though those have been renovated, with extra rooms for your siblings’ kids now, and Jungkook wonders when you’ll have your own place extended for another room.
He lets the thought settle in, as he continues to get used to the idea of having a family with you. It would be nice, he imagines, driving off during long weekends to come here and enjoy the scenery and just spend time together. Your children would grow up knowing their great-grandparents, running around the same garden and beaches that he did, perhaps playing with your old toys, too. He knows those have been preserved at your request, waiting for the perfect time to give them away.
You call out to him and he turns around to find you in a simple linen dress, the neckline low enough for your tattoo to make an appearance. You look stunning, as always, and he has to stop himself from pulling you for another kiss.
He gets ready and goes out in a white button-up long-sleeve polo, loose enough for the cool summer evening. He catches you staring at him again, and he smirks at you to let you know that once dinner is over, your long night will begin.
The restaurant is just 10 minutes away by car. It’s fancy yet still cozy, serving some of his favorite elevated local dishes. The jazz performance is great, and with a small crowd, the singer encourages the guests to take the dance floor and that’s what Jungkook does, taking your hand and asking you to dance with him.
You’re shy at first but give in. Flushed against his chest, you both sway more than anything, and inhaling his ocean scent while he caresses your back, you feel that warmth that only his love can give, the kind of warmth you’ll constantly seek.
You finish your glass of wine before you head back to the car, with Jungkook laughing over something on his phone right before you leave, saying that the guys’ group chat is blowing up.
“What are they up to now?” You ask.
“Tae did this stranger role play with his girlfriend,” he shares. “You know, when they pretend like they don’t know each other and pick each other up?”
“O… kay. And then?”
“He got made up to look like some old Hollywood actor with the red jacket and slick hair and all. And people flocked to him to flirt before he could even get to his girlfriend. I can imagine she wanted to stop it all right then,” Jungkook narrates.
“Why don’t they just stay at their place and flirt there?” You say. “They can even dress up if they want to. Why go through the struggle?”
“Because it’s fun!” Jungkook exclaims. “There’s a kind of thrill from doing that, especially in a public place. The usual role play can get a bit over-the-top sometimes.”
“And you know that because… you’ve done it?” You ask, ready for his answer because you’re used to him just casually mentioning his previous sex adventures by now.
“Just the usual,” he shrugs. “Boss-secretary, doctor-patient… She was into it and I went along because sure, why not?”
“Did you enjoy it?”
“Is that a trick question?” He asks, as he parks the car.
“No…” you answer. “I’m just wondering if role playing is something you like. If it is, then we can, I don’t know. Maybe try?”
He furrows his brows at you as you both enter your house, curious as to why you’re suggesting it when he knows it’s something that would make you uncomfortable.
“Or like… uh, what else could we do?” You wonder out loud.
“Baby, we don’t have to do anything else,” he says, pulling you by the waist now. “If this is about you wanting to be ‘adventurous’ to appease me, then I’m gonna stop you right there.”
“I was just curious,” you pout. “I mean, it’s no secret that you’ve done a lot of these… ‘adventurous’ things with your partners - sex in a tent, in an alley, behind a waterfall… a sex show, and role playing as well? I guess I’m just wondering if you want us to do something exciting, too. If you’re still into that.”
“Baby, why would I want something else ‘exciting’ when I’ve got you?” He says, his onyx eyes boring into you to let you know that he means every word. “I married the prettiest girl in the world. Why would sex with you not be exciting? You know how fast I get hard with you. That’s… that’s exciting.”
You feel your cheeks warm again because he’s right. He does get hard pretty fast.
“Plus, we’ve skinny dipped, had sex in a caravan, in the car, on a deck…” he continues. “But to be honest, you could just be lying down and I’d be all set.”
“That’s literally all I do,” you laugh embarrassingly.
He’s always known that you like things simple. Sure, you give in to Jungkook’s requests, but most of the time, you settle for the same positions that you know give so much pleasure. You’re content; you just wonder if he is, too.
“Not all the time,” he corrects. “And those are just as exciting as when you’re coming undone under me and moaning my name, your perfect tits bouncing and your tattoo reminding me how much you love me.” He kisses your neck and you sigh in satisfaction at the movement. “I could get hard just thinking about that.”
You merely hum in response, not able to move on from it. You want to surprise him, maybe go out of your comfort zone to excite him differently, and so your wandering mind continues, something he picks up.
“Okay. Why don’t you… take control this time,” he suggests. “It’s nothing crazy. It’s just you directing me what you want me to do, how you want me to do it… anything.”
“That’s fine, hun, except there are times when I try to do that but you get so impatient and touch me right away,” you counter, chuckling now as you recall the times you direct him what position you want but his mind goes blank once things intensify and so he’s got his mouth and fingers inside and on you in seconds.
“Fine, then we’ll do it without me being able to use my hands, then,” he says. “I’ll only use them when you ask, and stop when you ask. Are you okay with that?”
Your mind thinks of all the scenarios you’ve been playing in your mind all day, and you lick your lips in anticipation.
“Looks like you are,” he says proudly, excitedly. “I guess then, we can start?”
You nod your yes. “You’ll be good for me?”
“Fuck, yes,” he groans, his eyes widening in anticipation. “I’ll be so good for you, baby.”
“Kook, that wasn’t meant to be dirty talk or whatever,” you giggle. “I just meant that you’ll be good in following the instructions you set out.”
“Don’t care baby. Don’t take it back. But say it again, please?”
The way his eyes plead does something to you, and so you let your inhibitions go and follow what your pussy says. And right now, it wants to command Jungkook.
You bite your lip before kissing him softly on the neck, trailing up until you reach his ear.
“You’ll be good for me?” You whisper sultrily this time.
He releases an incredibly deep grunt before he answers. “Yes, baby. I’ll do whatever you want.”
“Okay,” you pant, feeling your heart race now. “Kiss me. Just kiss me.”
Your mouths crash against each other, desperate and wanting in their movements. Your tongues fight for dominance but he lets you take this, liking how you aggressively take him in and pull his hair, causing him to moan, even more as his hands remain at his sides, aching to touch you but he promised he’ll be good; he promised to let you take control even if all he wants right now is to rip off your clothes and make out with your body.
You moan as well, slowing down now as you try to catch your breath. You face him, your eyes glassy and your lips swollen, and he seems to like what he sees. You take his balled-up fists and unclench them, placing them over his top.
“Undress please,” you say softly. “And do it slowly.”
Jungkook follows, his fingers working on the buttons carefully, skillfully, making sure you get to see and remember what those digits could do to you. He can’t wait for you to direct him to work those on you later on.
He gets everything undone and so he removes it - slowly, as you asked.
You gaze at his toned body, crafted by immaculate beings themselves as they created him so perfectly - the tautness of his chest, the line down his torso that branches out to his abs, the narrowness of his waist, all complementing the gorgeous face that you also can’t get enough of.
His jeans hang right underneath the white band of his underwear, and though you love this look on him, you like something better.
“Pants off,” you say this time.
And he follows, undoing the button and unzipping his jeans, pushing them off him until they pool on his ankle. His feet do the work of ridding himself of the heavy material, and all the while, his eyes are set on you - dark with lust and challenging you to do more, to ask him of more.
“Sit on the couch for me, baby,” the pet name coming out during tense moments like this.
He walks there as you say, and you watch his half-naked form move away from you, and it’s making you go feral.
“Where do you want my hands?” He asks when you’re finally standing in front of him.
“Just on the side,” you answer, your mind going hazy as you admire him seated on the couch now, his legs spread enough for you to see the stiff member in between.
His eyes remain on you but you’re staring at his gorgeous lap and those blue boxer briefs he’s wearing, shaping him in all the right ways. You take this time to ready yourself, removing your dress for him to observe. With your lace underwear, you know you’ve got him craving for you. His jaw tightens and you know just how to ruin him.
You kneel down in front of him and he seems to know what you’re up to, as he clenches his fists to control himself. He looks like he really wants to break his own rules now. But you push on, meeting his eyes before licking a strip over his clothed cock. It’s hardened even more now, and you can’t wait for what you’re about to ask him to do. You softly bite the flesh, feeling him strain his thighs as you tease him relentlessly.
Once you think you’ve teased him enough, you look up at him. “I want to see,” you whisper. “Take it out for me, show me what I do to you.”
He grunts before he follows, taking his cock out of his boxer brief, begging in his mind that you’d let him at least squeeze it because with you in your underwear on, commanding him like this while still maintaining your softness and hints of shyness, he’s losing his mind; he’s in real pain right now.
“Do you think about me when you’re away?” You ask.
“Yes, baby. I think about you all the time.”
“What do you think about?”
“Kissing you,” he grunts. “Tasting you, sucking every sensitive part of you, making love to you. Fuck, baby, I could go on.”
“Can you show me what you do when you think about those things?” You say, taking deep breaths now as you prepare yourself for what you’re about to see.
Jungkook sighs in relief and gets to it, squeezing his throbbing member and stroking it as you requested. He wouldn’t have known that this is what you wanted him to do. He’s obviously touched himself during the times before sex, and he also really does it when he’s away from you, but doing it this way - on the couch while you now stand before him, your eyes watching his every move - it’s exhilarating.
He continues his movement, getting into it completely as he takes in the way you look, especially with your parted mouth and heaving chest as you watch him pleasure himself to the sight of you. It seems like you’re in a daze, as your eyes don’t move away from him.
It’s the way his perfect slender fingers wrap around his thick, hard cock. It’s the way they glide, how his thumb occasionally presses the tip, how he starts to heave, feeling the pleasure build up, and how his head leans back and his back arches, revealing the column of his smooth neck, a perfect canvas for you to mark later on. You don’t stop the moan that you release, wanting to get into it, too, as the sight of your husband touching himself to the thought of you is so captivating. Seeing that this is what he does when he’s missing you makes you giddy, and you get to marvel at all of that right now.
You sit on the coffee table, your eyes still not leaving him. You feel the dampness in your underwear, so you press your fingers onto it for that much-needed friction, and you’re left wanting more. You remove it, feeling the string of essence stick to you and disappear as you throw your lace clothing on his side.
You touch yourself, too, your fingers drowning in how wet you are. They aid in your own pleasure, as you rub patterns on your clit that has Jungkook’s eyes widening in shock as you get into your own action, quickening by the second. Your eyes drift away briefly from him as your thighs start to shake, only being brought back when you hear him ask you to “open up.”
You spread your legs wider to give him a view, knowing that will help him. You want him to reach that peak, and you want to see him do so, since you miss out most of the time because you’re too caught up in the haze of how he pleasures you. You continue with your movements, speeding up once you feel you’re close to the edge, and Jungkook matches your pace, only for you to crash first.
“Oh my god,” you heave, feeling the mess you’ve made of yourself, and seeing it, too, as it pools on the coffee table.
“Fuck, baby,” Jungkook groans, his hand still working on his cock. “That’s so hot, I’m— fuck, I’m close. I want to come, baby. Fuck.”
He looks at you like he’s pleading, but you want to be selfish. You want to hold onto this scene of Jungkook pleasuring himself like this.
“Just a little bit more,” you end up saying out loud.
He concedes, knowing he’s given you all control. He slows down a bit, just so he won’t make a mess before you’ve asked him to.
You see his thighs shaking, his jaw clenching so tightly, and the veins from his hands and arms popping out form how much he’s controlling himself.
“Fuck, baby. I can’t take it anymore,” he pants.
You don’t want him to suffer. You’ve ingrained this scene in your mind already, so you tell him he can come, and the grunt that he releases will live in your mind, too. He paints his torso with his slick, but you get to him before it all ends, as you kneel back down and take his dick in your hand to swallow all that’s left.
“Shit, baby,” he groans again, taking you in with your eyes closed, lapping him up as you lick him off. “You drive me crazy. That was so hot.”
You sweetly smile at him before spotting his cum on his abs, perfectly placed on the dips and ridges, tempting you to clean him up.
And that’s what you do, as you lean forward and lick what’s remaining of his seed, your tongue gliding upwards and to the sides of his stunning plane. You lick and suck each patch of skin in your way, and you feel him still shaking a little bit, perhaps still coming down from his high. You get to his nipples, dark and beautiful as you nibble on them while trailing up to meet him in a searing kiss, letting him taste himself on you.
“I’m sorry for making you hold back,” you whisper against his lips, meaning it because you could tell he’d really wanted to come.
“No need to, babe,” he responds, heaving. “That was so sexy; I was losing my mind.”
You giddily smile, and Jungkook doesn’t know how you can maintain that sweetness while saying words and doing things that make him breathless.
“Can you go again?” You ask, eyeing his flaccid cock and licking your lips.
“As much as you want me to,” he replies, his body tensing in anticipation once more when you trace his dick with your fingers, tugging on the hem of his boxer brief until you’re pulling it off him completely.
You place it on his side and return to kneeling in front of him, capturing his gaze and savoring the look of him naked and willing. “I really like that brand of underwear.”
“I’ve been wearing that since I was a teenager.”
“I know,” you hum, earning him a cocked eyebrow from you. “You used to wear those low rise jeans that showed your brief’s waistband, and then you’d pull up your shirt or do cartwheels or anything to show off. It wasn’t hard to miss.”
You giggle at the memory, recalling how anytime Jungkook revealed slivers of skin when you were both in your teens, you’d get flustered and look away. Your siblings and Junghyun didn’t miss how nervous you’d been then, saying that your little crush grew up with the both of you.
“Ah, yeah. It made the girls go wild,” he smugly says.
“That includes me now. It’s probably the tiny waist,” you say, kissing him there, your hair dangling over his skin that causes him to curse.
“Or the strong thighs.” You spread his legs open so you can kiss him in places, too, finding his sensitive parts and licking him there. He stiffens at your movements, his clenched fists clenching even more, and when you look at his dazed eyes, you know you’ve got him wanting again.
“Fuck, fuck, baby,” he heaves, losing breath once more.
“Or, to those lucky enough to see it, your pretty cock,” you smile sweetly again, as if your words aren’t sending him in a spiral.
Perhaps all the times that you’d ogled at him quietly isn’t so bad, Jungkook thinks, knowing that this is how you are once you finally voice them out. You’re so enchanting like this, as the lust in your eyes is tinged with that love and adoration you have for him. It’s such a turn on, but it’s also turning him into mush.
He watches you as you suck his balls and then lick a strip up his member that’s now stiffened from your words. You take him in - slow and deep - before swirling your tongue around and he seriously could cry. You’re teasing him but giving so much at the same time; his mind and body don’t know what to do.
“But it’s all yours now, baby,” he drawls, tempted to break his rule and tuck a strand of your hair behind your ear. “This body’s all yours and you can do whatever you want with it.”
You pop his cock out of your mouth and smile at him. “I will. That’s why I will admire it all I want.”
You stand up and look down at him, liking the anticipation in his eyes. You remove your bra and proceed to sit on his thigh, your slick sticking to his skin immediately.
“You can touch me a little with one hand,” you mumble, humming once you let him cup your cheek first.
“You’re so beautiful, baby,” he moans, tracing your lower lip with his thumb before sliding it inside your mouth.
You suck on it while meeting his eyes, and he pulls it away before a moan escapes you, his wet finger now tracing circles on your pert nipple. His smooth hand with patches of callouses from his workouts caresses your bare body, fondling your breasts and pulling your face close for a kiss. It’s right after when you take his hand and place it on his side, signaling that his time for exploration is over.
You’re in control again, as you slowly grind against his taut thigh, perfect for the friction you badly need.
“You’re so beautiful, Kook,” you smile, combing your fingers through his curly locks. “I like your long hair,” you say. “You kinda look like a rockstar.”
He chuckles at your remark, a little thankful for the change in your tone. “So I’ve been told. That’s why grandfather asked me to cut it. I said I need something to pull when I’m stressed since work is driving me up a wall and they’re all pushing me too hard.”
“Hmm, still talking back to your elders, I see,” you laugh. “Nothing’s changed, Kook.”
“I’m a lot braver now because I’m with you,” he winks. “You’re kind of my shield, you know? You protect me from them so I can be honest. They gave me shit for my tattoos but they stopped once you got yours.”
You hum in satisfaction at the thought, knowing that you could do this for him.
“Guess I’ll have to comment during lunch with them that I love your long hair and your grandfather won’t ask you to get rid of it,” you giggle. “He quite adores me and trusts my taste.”
“Nothing’s changed, indeed,” he laughs, knowing that even from his side, they adore you wholeheartedly.
“I love hearing you laugh, hun,” you say, causing him to smile at your words. “You look so free and happy and so full of love.”
“And that’s because of you,” he responds, his voice low and serious and it does something to you again. “You’re all I need, baby. You’re all I want in this life.”
You nod to let him know you feel the same, but it gets you going, with you wanting to keep on admiring him. And you do, kissing him tenderly with your arms around his neck as your fingers comb his hair. You continue to slide against him and his moans in between tell you how into it he is.
Your lips slide down to his jaw and then to his neck, alternating between its smooth expanse to the stunning canvass of his chest. It’s soft kisses turned to playful nibbles turned to desperate sucking, as you take all of him in and express your adoration with marks and bruises that will stay with him. You’re rarely able to do this because he’s always the one on you so you take your time, liking the rise and fall of his chest and the moans and curses he lets out and the way he tries to hold back any other movement from the one you’re directing him to do, which is nothing.
So you give him something, reaching out for his hand and guiding it to his cock that’s hard right now. “Touch yourself please,” you ask, your hand still on top of his as he strokes his member like you instructed.
“Keep going, okay? I just want to see you this way,” you whisper in his ear. “You’ll get to touch me soon.”
“Yes, baby,” he moans, cursing as you increase your pace of thrusting against his thigh.
You suck his neck, feeling his head bopping to his own movements and hearing the vibrations from his throat. You finally sit back up to watch him touch himself, the same movements from earlier driving you just as crazy. His parted mouth makes you want it on you, so you ask him to kiss your body, and he happily complies.
“Fuck, yes,” he grunts once his mouth is on your breast, aggressively licking and sucking just like you did on his neck. “You’re so hot, baby. I could suck your tits forever.”
“Hmm, I’d love that.”
Jungkook gets lost in the softness of your breasts. It’s perfectly shaped and feels so good in his mouth. He knows how to get you going, so he does all the licking and sucking and tricks he knows. It’s hard when he could bust any moment as he pleasures himself; it’s tough not being able to touch you, too, but he’d take this scenario any day. Hearing you instruct him what to do drives him wild, even more with your giddy and soft eyes looking back at him before it turns lustful.
Your moans are louder now; your thrusts are getting erratic, too. Jungkook wants to savor this but he also wants to reach his high with you. But you take his free hand first and direct it to your cunt, and his curses again at being able to feel exactly how wet you are.
His fingers find your throbbing clit right away. Bent a little back, you give him space to play with you, getting lost in it once again because even with limited movement, he knows just what to do.
Jungkook works his way on your cunt while he continues to stroke himself. It’s insanely pleasurable. It’s also getting hard and painful, and so it’s music to his ears when you say that you want him inside you.
He lets go of his cock for you to slide down on, and the relief of your velvet walls makes him shiver. It’s like being out in the cold and then being wrapped up in something warm; your pussy is all the comfort he needs.
But you’re still in control, he reminds himself, as you thrust on your own pace before you’re bouncing on top of him. Seeing your breasts bounce with you is disarming; you’re so sexy like this and he has to remind himself that you’re his wife and he’s truly able to be blessed by this sight everyday.
You collapse on his chest, flushed against him as you catch your breath. But you keep going, grinding against him slowly. He takes the opportunity to nibble your ear and you don’t complain, so he keeps going, sucking your neck until you’re moaning and bouncing on him again. You sit back up and turn to him, and he captures your breast in his mouth. That’s when you lose it, feeling an out-of-body experience where all your nerves are heightened and stimulated so you give in.
“Take control, baby,” you moan. “I want to come all over your cock and I want you to come inside me.”
You say it to challenge him, to get him going, and that’s what happens, as he growls and immediately lays you on the couch because even as he loves this view of you, there’s still nothing like seeing the pleasure on your face when he’s on top of you, pushing to the depths of your hole and hitting you where you want it.
Your hair creates a halo and you look absolutely stunning, ready and desperate for him, as you whisper that you love him, that you want to feel him inside of you.
Jungkook thrusts hard. He’s got your legs spread so he can hold your thighs up and you can touch yourself while he’s reaching that spot that only he can. You both watch as he slides in and out, and it’s messy and obscene and erratic and every bit as good as it can get. You’re screaming by this time, and when he feels your legs shake, he goes even harder.
He kisses you, wanting to swallow in your moans when you finally let go, and you do, after a deep thrust that sends you over the edge. But he continues, chasing his high as well. He gets there when you whisper in his ear, feeling as if his body’s on fire with your words.
“Come for me, baby. You’re so good to me,” you moan. “No one can make me feel good like this. You’re all I need, baby. You’re all I want.”
He loses it every time you praise him like that and you know this, and that’s why you always say it at the end, when you want to bask in his essence just as he basks in yours.
You feel his warmth coating your walls, and just as you’re about to shiver from the sound of his end-of-sex moans in your ear, he turns to face you - damp hair and heaving chest - and his look softens, his small smile appearing before kissing you tenderly.
“I love you, so so much, baby,” he mumbles against your lips. “Every version, every day.”
You giddily smile at him again and wrap your arms around his neck to pepper his face with kisses. You pull him on top of you until he shifts to lay on your side, afraid to suffocate you after what was an intense period of lovemaking, which really started from when you’d asked him to take his clothes off.
“How was that?” You ask, turning to face him.
“Baby, did you see me?” He chuckles. “I was a mess.”
“Yeah, me too,” you laugh, nodding towards the droplets of cum you left on the coffee table. “I… I kinda let myself go earlier.”
“And it was so fucking sexy,” he praises. “But did you like it? Did you like being in control and teasing me like that?”
“I did,” you giggle. “You were pretty pliant, too. Not gonna lie, I was surprised. I thought you were gonna be whiny about it.”
“I was losing my shit,” he admits. “But I kinda made the rules and it was so hot hearing you tell me what to do. Or, well, ask. You’re still pretty polite about it.”
You laugh along with him but he assures you that he doesn’t mind it, and that he’s glad you don’t try to change just because you’re with him. The last thing he wants is for you to feel like you have to be adventurous or daring just to make him happy.
“I know I talk about my reckless and thrill-seeking past like it’s a badge of honor but it doesn’t mean that I’m not satisfied with our safer, more comfortable way of living,” he tells you. “I don’t yearn for anything more than what we do, okay? You literally turn me on with whatever you’re doing or wearing so don’t think I’d want you to be or do anything else, babe. I get to kiss you and make love to you all I want and that’s it… I’m a happy man.”
You scrunch your nose and giddily smile at his words, hiding your flushed face on his chest.
“And when you lose your shit like that because of me… it’s pretty special, too,” he adds, hugging you now.
You turn to face him and soften at how he fondly looks at you.
“You… ignite something in me, Kook,” you say. “Coming here after so long reminded me a bit of how it was back when I left. I was emotional because it hurt, and it was because I cared about you; I always did. Junghyun told me how distraught you were and I let myself believe that you cared about me, too. That’s what made me go back to you and try to make it work. And being back here… I just can’t believe how far we’ve come.”
You caress his face and he kisses your hand, the sparkles in his eyes making your heart race once more.
“You make me love so certainly and so passionately,” you add. “It’s thrilling, loving you like this. And we can argue or have issues or feel off with each other sometimes but if at the end of it, we can forgive ourselves and each other then it’s okay. We love hard and I know that’s how I want to spend the rest of my life with you.”
It’s his turn to scrunch his nose now and smile, choosing to kiss you deeply as he pulls you in a hug instead of saying anything more. You’ve said it all, he thinks; he knows you know he feels the same.
But still, you ask. “Have I left you speechless now, Mr. Jeon?”
He laughs at your teasing. “I don’t know why you say you’re not good with words. I… I needed to hear them, babe. Being here and knowing where you spent your days while I was wallowing in guilt and misery at home hits me but doing all this now with you reminds me that we got through that. And we got through the past weeks, too.”
“Thank you for taking a short break to be with me here,” you say, kissing him.
“Baby, I wouldn’t pass up on any break from work,” he laughs. “But hyung assured me that I could. He knows I need to be with you after all that.”
You sigh in relief as you hug him, feeling the knots and bolts of his body melt away like yours are. Being together is like that for both of you, you think. Your love - in whatever form it’s expressed - is healing; it’s rejuvenating. It’s the kind you give so much of yourself to but feel like you’re becoming whole, complete, yet there’s still space for more.
You’re glad your parents made that deal with the universe to save you all those years ago. It made you live long enough to experience this.
A small smile forms on Jungkook’s face as he watches your soft, steady breathing. You seem to be in a deep sleep - a good one - he thinks, as the light from the sun coming from the glass doors doesn’t seem to be bothering you the way it usually does. He can’t blame you though. Last night was incredible. And pretty tiring, too, especially at the end when you let him take control, and he’d made love to you hard on the couch and then during your shower right after.
You were breathless by the time you were in bed, and you had to constantly assure him that he didn’t go too hard for the sex to be considered a ‘strenuous activity.’ You’re still required to take things easy, as your cardiologist had told you, and the last thing Jungkook wants is for you to overwork your heart just because he’d been too keen to fuck you. But seeing you enjoy yourself did things to him. So did seeing you be giddy, and then hearing you express your feelings.
It’s been a tough few weeks. He knew that during the times he was cold and distant towards you that he still felt so much love; it was just hard to express it because he was upset. He just had to process his negative emotions properly and ride them out. Once he’d cleared his head, there you were again, the only clarity he needed, and he was back to being the lovestruck man who’s head over heels in love with his wife. The best part was that you were the same, and being back in Busan and in this specific house is making him a little sentimental. And pretty horny, too.
Jungkook moves away from the bed and removes his shirt that’s absorbed all his sweat. He woke up early and went for a run down a nearby trail, savoring the cool morning breeze by the water and the natural sounds of the forest. It was gorgeous, and he thinks of going on a picnic with you tomorrow to see the sights.
He just got back to the house, expecting you to be awake, but the sight of you sleeping peacefully is still something nice to return to. Wanting to take advantage of the tranquility of this place, he decides to do some painting.
You showed him your corner yesterday. It’s complete with an easel and a stool that faces the view. There’s a bench with paint and brushes that you’ve left and you brought. You told him he could use them if he wanted.
The lake sparks creativity, you said, and he feels that now. The sun casts a glow over it that he wants to capture in brush strokes, and he wants to create something to remind him of this particular day and this specific moment, where he stands by the kitchen counter in a space you’ve both come to claim as your slice of heaven. Moans were bouncing off the walls last night but right now, it’s quiet. And whether you’re naked and bouncing on top of him, or naked under the covers as you take your needed rest, he knows you’re all he needs and wants, and he’ll never get tired of telling or showing you all that.
Choosing the colors he’ll be using, Jungkook starts to work. He stays true to the view before him, blending the blues and yellows and greens that he sees and laying them all out on the canvas. He wants to surprise you, show you he’s learned some tricks that he’s seen you do; he can already imagine your proud face and that gets him excited.
It’s almost an hour later when he hears shuffling inside the house followed by your call of his name.
“I’m outside, babe,” he yells. “I prepared the coffee in the pot, just press the button.”
You shout out your thanks and he gets back to work, immersed in the almost-finished product when your voice takes him out of his zone.
“That’s gorgeous, Kook,” you hum. “Way better than the one you did the last time.”
“Hey,” he laughs, tickling you.
He turns to you and his face softens. You’re standing next to him with mussed hair dressed in his white button-up polo from last night. He’d left it on the stool by your bed and you probably decided to wear it when you got up because you know he loves seeing you wear his clothes.
“Am I making your heart flutter, Mr. Jeon?” You tease, seeing his soft, dimpled smile.
He hasn’t said anything for the past 10 seconds and you think maybe it’s your chosen morning outfit.
“You know the answer to that,” he replies, pulling you by the waist and directing you to sit on his lap. “It was supposed to be a surprise,” he says of the painting. “But since you’ve seen it, what do you think?”
“It’s very Bob Ross-esque,” you compliment him. “And it’s really good, hun. The day’s pretty nice, huh? I’d paint this scenery, too, if I wasn’t so tired.”
“You’re welcome,” he smirks. “But I went for a run and everything was just so pretty. You were still sleeping when I got back so I thought to try painting while waiting for you to wake up.”
“Well, it’s good I was still asleep then,” you smile. “The piece is great. You’ve got a good teacher, I’d say.”
“She is. She’s pretty hot, too, so it’s hard to focus sometimes.”
“You’re so cheeky,” you playfully roll your eyes before kissing cheek and standing up to get your coffee.
You choose to lean on the railing when you return, soaking up the midday sun and relishing the calmness of the lake. It’s so peaceful out here, making you appreciate your house’s soundproof walls because you definitely were not quiet last night. Other than the loud thrumming of your heart at how much you were lusting over your husband touching himself and coming undone in front of you, you also know that your joint moans were pretty obscene.
You didn’t shy away from letting him know how you were affecting him, especially when he’d pounded into you so purposefully that you felt him so deep within you. Even the bathroom sex was mind-blowing. So was the loving way he’d kissed you until you both fell asleep, and the thought of all the ways that Jungkook makes love to you sends a shiver down your spine.
You shake a little bit and turn around, surprise laced on your face as you see your husband looking at you from his stool, legs spread with a smirk on his face in all his shirtless glory.
“How long have you been ogling me?” You arch an eyebrow.
“As soon as you came out,” he smiles. “You look stunning, babe. The lake’s pretty lucky it gets to be your background.”
You chuckle at his cheesiness and sip your coffee. “Finish your work now and then we can get ready to head out. We can have early lunch at the seafood place our families used to go to.”
With you by the railings looking breathtaking against the view, it’s a nice scene that Jungkook wants to capture. “I wanna try to draw you,” he states, taking one of your sketch pads and placing it on the easel now.
“Oh yeah?” you ask. “I should pose then.”
He turns to you just as you start unbuttoning your top, leaving your tattoo and black satin underwear exposed. You see him visibly swallow and you push it, adjusting his polo to reveal more of your skin.
“This okay, hun?”
“I–, uh… hmm,” he furrows his brows, his eyes flitting from you to the pad.
Jungkook decides he’s not good enough to capture you in drawing, and he’s definitely not patient enough to wait to finish it before he can kiss you because the way you’re teasing him is a little too much. He has to have you right now.
Retrieving the polaroid camera from inside the house, he walks back out and snaps a shot. “I won’t do you justice, babe,” he explains. “And you look too fucking sexy to pass up on.”
He takes another one and then places them on the coffee table next to him. He walks to you and immediately captures you in a deep kiss, his hand gripping your waist the same way yours grips his chest.
“So that worked, huh?” You giggle. “I was wondering when you were gonna just walk over here and claim me.”
“You could’ve just said you wanted me, too,” he laughs. “You know I like hearing that.”
“You also like it when I tease you,” you counter. “And, well… here I am.”
You bite your lip and pull the polo just enough to expose your shoulder, and Jungkook basically growls at the act, putting away your coffee then kissing you once again.
You moan against his mouth once his hand slides inside to fondle your breast, and the sensation from his touch sends you in a daze. You let him suck your neck only for a while, nudging him to turn to you so you could get a look at him.
“Baby,” he whines, wanting to have continued to map out your body in this open space.
“I just…” you trail, your eyes scanning his half-naked form, his cream-colored joggers low enough again to show the band of his boxers.
You trace your fingers down his torso, following the lines and ridges that you know he works hard on. His breathing quickens, even more so when you slowly slide your hand in, immediately stroking his semi-hard cock.
“Fuck,” he groans, his head leaning back at the pleasure he feels, your soft skin soothing yet electrifying him at the same time.
But you shouldn’t be the only one, he thinks, as his hand sneaks inside your underwear now, his fingers finding your throbbing clit amidst all the wetness.
“Mhmm,” you hum, your mouth parting as you suck in a breath.
Jungkook wants to bask in your look as you pleasure each other, but he also really wants to kiss you, so he pulls you close, angling your head with his other hand and takes you in. It’s all tongue and teeth, as you both seem desperate for the other, and that’s what prompts him to start walking back and taking you with him, needing to taste you this second because he can feel just how wet you are for him.
He guides you towards the desk near your bed, lifting you a little so you could sit on it, causing you to let go of his dick and you whine in response. You’re not able to say anything more, as he slides two fingers inside your hole at the same time that he sucks your nipple.
“Kook, oh my good,” you keen, feeling your slick spread as he pumps into you.
He doesn’t say anything. He just continues with his movements as you heave in pleasure, grinding reflexively as you seek more friction than just his fingers.
“Do you want more, baby?” He asks, looking at you now.
“Yes,” you whisper, your mouth parting once he presses your clit. “Want your mouth. Oh god, baby, I want your mouth.”
He slows down his movements before retrieving his hand from your damp underwear, showing you his fingers drenched in your slick. He licks them off you as he holds your gaze, and you take his hand off his mouth so you could suck them, too.
You moan as you do, suddenly wanting his dick as well. He crouches down before you get to say anything, pulling off your underwear to see you dripping wet, your essence forming a dot on the desk this time. You’d be embarrassed if he didn’t look so turned on by it, and you completely lose it once he licks a strip up your pussy and swirls his tongue around it.
You lose all sense by then, allowing yourself to just let go because with how he’s gripping you and sucking you dry, you know you won’t be able to control how your body will react anyway.
He sets a rhythm, pulling your hips to meet his mouth and you follow the pace, grinding against him as your body burns with so much pleasure. Your ass sits by the edge and your legs are hanging on air, but you know he’s got you. It isn’t like this is the first time, yet every time feels like it is. Jungkook does you so well, you’ve stopped questioning his ability at this point.
Your legs start to shake and his hands glide to hold up your thighs while your arms support you. It’s uncontrollable by now and you don’t mind the moans that escape you. He’d just fucked you senseless last night but that already feels too far away. You know it's still gonna be another good one this time.
“I’m coming, Kook. Agh–” you shriek, feeling it so suddenly, until you’ve reached the edge and feel even wetter, as your orgasm hits and it feels like a waterfall.
Your husband hums from in between your legs, taking all that he can, even as your legs continue to shake. He kisses your inner thigh before kissing up your torso, meeting your dazed look with his satisfied smile.
“Can you go again, baby?” He smirks, taking off his joggers and boxer briefs in one movement to reveal his cock that’s definitely ready for you.
You want to trace the veins with your tongue, lick the pre-cum off it, and swallow it until you can’t breathe, but his hand gets to it first, with him knowing now how touching himself turns you on. He strokes himself a little, and the version of you that touches herself when he does is back, as you instantly fiddle with your clit to address the aching need at the sight of him like this.
Holding the base of his member, he pushes slowly into you, joining your moan at the feel of him within your velvet walls.
“Baby, you feel so good,” he grunts, as he meets your thrusts. “So, so fucking good, my dick could live here.”
“I want it to,” you manage a response. “Kook, baby, you’re so big. Go deeper, please. I can take it.”
Jungkook follows, moving closer and pushing harder as you ask, feeling your edge as he drags his cock against your walls. You’re moaning in his mouth, lips no longer moving as you feel lost in all that he’s doing to you.
“You like that so much, don’t you?” He moans. “Like how deep I go? How much I stretch you out?”
“Yes, baby,” you huff, unable to form words now. But you try, knowing he likes hearing you like this.
You’re flicking your nipple while he’s massaging your clit, and with all the movements, you feel it again. You try to hold out, wanting to savor this feeling a little longer, but Jungkook’s erratic movements tell you that he’s just about to reach his peak, too, so you let yourself go again, waiting for the crash and hoping he’d get to do it with you.
His body shakes now, you feel it, as yours does the same. And it’s not long after when you feel the shiver all over you, and then he comes, too with a release of a deep breath that gives you goosebumps.
He pulls out, and seeing his cum slide out of you, he pushes back in, making you yelp in surprise.
“We made a mess,” he chuckles, his voice low and hoarse from all the moaning he’s done.
“Hmm, we did,” you huff, seeing him swirl his dick with your joint essence on your pussy.
He’s done this before. But seeing it from this angle, with the sun shining from your glass wall - it’s incredibly sexy. You laugh to yourself. It’s not even lunchtime.
“Honey, I’m tired,” you laugh now.
Jungkook kisses you tenderly and you smile against his lips. “Okay then. We shower and then we take a nap. Food can wait.”
You stare at the plates of food that you and Jungkook had devoured. A lunch for 4, you think, and you blame the late morning nap you took that’s caused you to have your first meal at 1PM. You don’t mind though, as the dishes were much more delicious with how hungry you were, and Jungkook seems the same, as he satisfyingly smiles at you.
“Ah, that was good,” he hums. “Nothing like our favorite seafood restaurant.”
“I know, right? I remember how our grandparents would always reserve the function room for our families,” you say. “You boys were always so rowdy, running around the place.”
“Food energizes us,” Jungkook shrugs. “And yeah, I remember. Seoyeon would scold us for being noisy.”
“And I was always just there, sitting and laughing at the silly faces you were making when the adults finally told you off.”
“You really had a crush on me, huh?” He smirks, pulling you closer to his side so he could have a better look at you.
“Yes, and you really never noticed,” you counter, laughing at his pout. “Would it have made any difference if you knew that weak little me adored you and your bowl-cut?”
“I really don’t understand how you found that cute,” he laughs. “That’s my most embarrassing look ever.”
“What? It was adorable!” You giggle, pinching his chin. “You were always so mischievous but the haircut made you look tiny and pure for some reason. Plus, you had this smile. It was always very sweet.”
He sighs at the thought, imagining a prepubescent Jungkook causing trouble with you still thinking he was pretty special. “I don’t remember as much about you. I hate it.”
“Kook, we have so many photos and home videos,” you comfort him. “We can always go through them and try to remember. I think that’ll be fun, don’t you think?”
It would, he smiles to himself. Days and nights of being curled up on the couch, watching your younger selves and thinking of how neither of you would’ve imagined getting married and being this in love. Your future kids would ask how you two met and you could both show them those videos. He’d proudly say how you were crushing on him early on and you’d tease that he never really minded you. It’s all fun, though, and he can picture your future kids enjoying it, too, perhaps thinking it could be them on screen. He’s suddenly excited to find out who they’d take after.
“Honey? You okay?”
“Yeah, I just zoned out a bit but of course, that would be fun. We can make fun of each other while watching.”
You smile at the thought, knowing that reminiscing those days would be a shock to him. You wonder how much of your adoration for him was caught on camera, but even you are curious. Your siblings and Junghyun would tell you stories as you got older, and there were things that you’d either forgotten or didn’t know.
Sometimes you think you downplayed just how big of a crush you had on Jungkook when you were younger because it was unrequited - a silly thought now, given how he is with you. He used to not look your way but now, it seems as if he can’t take his eyes off you the way you can’t take your eyes off of him.
You both exit the restaurant and drive to your middle school. You introduce yourselves and are immediately allowed in. Classes have just ended so it’s a little busy with the students leaving, but the shrieks remind you of how things were during your time, and how different you and Jungkook remember your pre-teen days to be.
The difference is much more glaring once you’re in your high school not far away, especially as you look around the library that’s changed a lot over the years. But you remember your spot at the corner, where you and Yeri would study while Nari drew dresses and Minhyuk read comics.
“You know, I’ve probably only ever been here thrice,” Jungkook laughs, the place an unfamiliar spot for him. It’s also so quiet; it’s unnerving and probably why he never really came here.
“I’m not surprised,” you laugh. “But then again, I’ve only ever stepped foot on the field twice.”
“What? Did you not have PE class?”
“I did,” you say. “My parents had me spared from the physical stuff, so I just read up on sports and other things for my grade.”
“That’s so sad, babe,” he laments. “PE was like, the best. It was the only subject I liked.”
“Oh, I’m sure,” you exclaim. “But yeah, I got used to it. It’s different learning a sport by reading it but it was okay, I guess. My teacher would let me watch classes and varsity games sometimes.”
“Let me guess, you were watching me?” He smirks.
“Not always,” you playfully roll your eyes. “You weren’t the only good-looking guy in school, you know?”
“What! Who else was?”
“Secret,” you tease, sticking your tongue out and walking down the hallway.
You pass by the auditorium, another place you spent a lot of time in. Minhyuk used to play the violin and you’d watch his rehearsals with their music group here.
“Okay, tell me you’ve been here at least once to watch a club performance or something,” you say, turning to him.
“Uh, no?” He laughs. “All I remember from this is that we had an important game against a rival school on the field and all your friends were there except for you. Hyung watched it and I overheard him ask them where you were and Yeri said you were at the auditorium because there was some flute recital or something.” He rolls his eyes. “Why would that be more interesting than my soccer game?”
You laugh at his bitter expression. “You wouldn’t have cared, hun. And I’m pretty sure she said saxophone. That was Jaehyun’s instrument.”
“Who’s that? Why doesn’t he sound familiar?”
“Because he was a year older,” you respond as you walk past the seats. “He, uh, he invited me, said I was probably gonna watch the game but it didn’t hurt to try, and he was surprised that I said I’d watch him.”
“Were you… a thing?” He furrows his brows.
“Why would that matter,” you ask. “You were the one dating the class President and the gymnast and a lot of other girls.”
“Yeah but I never took them seriously,” he defends. “We just… you know.”
“Oh, I know,” you chuckle. “Talks of how good of a kisser you were and uh, other stuff spread like wildfire, Kook. It wasn’t exactly a secret.”
You're right, it really wasn’t. He was the rich popular jock that girls flocked to and he loved the attention, and that continued until university. But like he always said, it was all fun for him.
You… you were never the type to date for fun, so he knows that any guy you were with could’ve been the one, and yes, even Won-shik. Or Jongin. Maybe this Jaehyun dude.
It could’ve been Mingyu.
“So you and the guy, were you…?” He asks again.
“He courted me,” you say. “But I wasn’t sure about having a boyfriend at that time and he said he’d wait but I told him not to. We drifted once he graduated and that was it.”
“Okay.”
“Does that matter?” You wonder.
“Sometimes I think there could’ve been a version of this life where we weren’t married,” he starts. “Like, you could’ve been with someone else you loved and I probably would’ve been arranged with some other person but you and I would still see each other regularly because of our families and like… that’s just… a hard thought to have. If it wasn’t me with you right now.”
“Yes, Kook, it’s a hard thought but also impossible because I’m with someone I love and you’re with me right now,” you tell him. “And this is the only version of life I’ll have. Also, I think I have a pretty special connection with the universe so sometimes I think they were truly on my side. They kept me alive and well, they made me marry you, the man who never really took anyone seriously and now look at you!”
“Yeah, look at me, head over heels in love with the woman he was bitter about and barely minded,” he laughs dryly. “But I think they were on my side, too.”
You smile at the thought, knowing that Jungkook may not really be able to let go of the guilt from years ago but he could at least look at things this way - at the end of it, you get to be together happily, making new memories in the places you’ve known all your lives, and out to make even more.
You continue your walk around the school. You pass by the faculty to greet your teachers from over 10 years ago, who fawn over both of you. They say how surprised they were that you’d ended up together, but don’t doubt that now seeing how happy you both look.
Walking down the hallway, you gush over the shelf with championship trophies that Jungkoook had won with the soccer team. And then finally, you sit on the bleachers that overlook the soccer field, Jungkook’s stage during your years in school.
“It does look pretty with the sun casting a shadow over it,” you hum, seeing that it’s late in the afternoon. “I can see why you loved being here, Kook. And seeing you play now, you truly belong on the field.”
“Those years were fun,” he reminisces. “I loved the adrenaline rush, the thrill, the cheers… I loved the attention, really. It made me feel free. I think I kept chasing that high outside of it. And it got me into a lot of trouble.”
“Well, all that trouble landed you right here with me,” you comfort him. “I think it’s not all that bad.”
“Not at all,” he agrees. “But I still experience all that, you know? The thrill, the cheers, the attention… I married someone who gives all those to me. My younger years can’t really compare.”
Your cheeks reach your eyes as you giddily smile. “My heart is fluttering, Mr. Jeon,” you giggle. “Too bad we’re in school so I can’t kiss you right now.”
“Actually, I know a spot…”
“Kook!” You squeal, not wanting to know where he’d made out with the girls back then, but he laughs along to tease and says that you both could always drive back home and do all the kissing you want.
Tempting, you think, but all the walking has made you hungry and he promised you’d have milmyeon for dinner and then pass by the kiosk where Mrs. Na always bought you your favorite hotteok.
You do all that, and just like what Jungkook said, you go back home and do all the kissing you want.
The kissing obviously escalated to so much more. Jungkook let you ride his face and you let him fuck your mouth. The lake house is so conducive to lovemaking, you told him as you started to doze off, and he assured you that all this wouldn’t end here. There’s lots to make up for, but also, making up with you makes him feel like a new man and a better lover, and he wants to be able to show you all that.
He doesn’t mess around though, as you wake up the next morning flushed against his firm chest that you can’t help but kiss all over, and to get you going for morning sex by the lake, he wildly eats you out then takes you from behind while you look at the view outside.
You at least eat your breakfast that you had made on the veranda and then have enough energy to walk down the trail by the lake to see the forest and the birds. Jungkook lays down a mat and you both enjoy fruits and desserts before heading out for a late lunch of pork rice soup that you’ve dearly missed.
You drive around your part of the city, passing by spots and beaches you used to frequent, and it’s as if you could hear the shrieks and laughter from your younger days, sounds you joined in on every once in a while. But much of it was Jungkook’s, and you smile at the thought; he was already making your heart flutter then, and you don’t think that’s ever gonna stop.
He stops by a familiar park, and it takes a while before it registers that this is the playground that both of you used to go to a lot. It’s the midway point of your grandparents’ estates so all you Jeon and Kim kids would play here before heading to either of those places.
It’s also where he asked you to play when you were 4 years old. And where you told him no.
“Are we here to reenact that moment I broke your heart?” You tease, walking next to him as you bask in the sight of your childhood. You may not have played in the playground but you did have your dolls with you.
“Sort of,” he chuckles. “With a good ending this time though. I kind of wanna have both memories ingrained in my mind so they could remind me of how far we’ve come.”
“Sounds good,” you smile, sitting on the bench that you think is the one you would always sit on.
It’s been over 20 years and a lot about it has changed, but you suppose it’s a good guess.
“It’s amazing the memories that we retain, isn’t it?” You wonder out loud. “I remember that day, too. We were just 4 years old, and, well, it’s one of the few that I remember.”
“I know, right? I don’t remember much from that age apart from that moment, actually,” he says. “It stuck with me, maybe because it really affected me. Who knows? Maybe I was crushing on you before that so I chose to forget everything else after you rejected me,” he laughs. “Selective memory and shit.”
“Could be,” you laugh along. “But can you imagine how it must’ve been like for our families seeing us grow up and grow apart? It must’ve sucked.”
“I’m sure it did,” he hums, knowing how much your families wanted this union. “Perhaps the universe was on their side, too.”
You smile at the thought. Coming back to the places with traces of Jungkook as the kid you admired from a short distance makes you sentimental because he’s right, there could’ve been another version of life where you didn’t end up together. Who knows if your fondness for him would’ve faded if you’d married someone else? But you’d still see each other regardless, and the feeling could be haunting you.
You wonder if you weren’t sick, or was just careless enough to have played with him even if you weren’t allowed to - how different would your friendship have been like growing up? Would you be closer? Would he have been as reckless or less of the playboy he was? Would you have been more daring just to keep up with him? Would you have both tried to date? What if it didn’t work out, being as you were both still young then?
But as you look up at Jungkook who’s now standing before you, his hand in his pocket before he reaches it out the way he did over 20 years ago, you think that maybe all those had to happen so you could have this.
Maybe the distance meant that you’d both grow and make mistakes individually. Maybe having different sets of friends and hobbies meant you’d both appreciate yourselves for who you are so you could appreciate the other just as much. Maybe his colorful relationship record and your neutral one meant being able to balance excitement and security. Maybe all the heartbreaks along the way meant you’d learn how to ride through them so you could love each other even more.
Because as you take his hand and stand up to meet him for a kiss, you don’t think you could ever love him more than you do right now. You feel it all over your body that you think it’s all it knows to do at this point.
“Four-year old Jungkook is probably bursting at the seams right now,” he hums as he kisses you again, his arms around your waist and his forehead against yours.
“And four-year old me is probably doing the same,” you smile. “But this 29-year old version of me is so content right now, Kook. She can’t get any happier.”
She can, are the words that echo in Jungkook’s mind. Being here makes him realize how else you - both of you - can be happier. But he keeps the thought to himself and chooses to agree with you for now.
“That’s great, babe. This version of me feels the same.”
The stack of Polaroid photos from the past 3 days has gotten taller. There’s so much from the beach, your grandparents’ house, your schools, the trail, and of course, the playground. Jungkook holds up the ones from earlier where you’re sitting on the swing and the one where you both attempted to slide together but got stuck.
Your smiles are as wide as they could get, and seeing them now tugs at his heart. You seem like you can’t get any happier, but he also knows there’s something more that you wish for.
And it isn’t just about giving it to you; he wants to make it with you, because seeing you skip around earlier and play in the seesaw with him and laugh your sweet, tender laugh - he knows that there are so many more ways he can show you he loves you, and the sight of you happy and free and content is something he wants to see everyday of his life.
“What you looking at, hun?” You ask, as you wrap your arms around his crouched form on the edge of the bed, your chin sliding in the crook of his neck and peeking at what he’s holding.
“All our photos,” he says. “We ended up taking so many.”
“Hmm, more to put in our photo album then,” you hum, kissing his cheek before kissing his shoulder, and then his back, given that he’s too sexy not to have your lips mapping them out.
You make it to the line down his back, kissing his tailbone before lying in bed. “I’m tired,” you yawn. “Let’s sleep, hun. We have a day of travel tomorrow.”
Jungkook keeps the photos in a pouch and turns off the light before he lays next to you, his arm stretching out so you have space to rest your head on his chest.
You make yourself comfortable right away, close to drifting to sleep with his post-shower natural scent and his smooth skin.
“Baby?”
“Hmm?”
“I was just thinking…” he starts. “We kinda went down memory lane, you know? And sorted things out like we said we would. We got through a fight that had us loving each other even more and I feel like I’ve learned and matured after all that and I… I think I’m ready.”
He turns to you, wanting to see your face, and your curious eyes meet his certain ones.
“I want to have a family with you,” he says. “And I mean, really want it, like, I want us to seriously try now.”
“Kook…” you mumble, a little surprised but beaming with joy just the same.
“I’ll admit at the start, a part of me just wanted to get ahead with it because I knew it would make you happy and that would make me happy,” he admits. “But now, I just… I want that for us because we love each other so fucking much and I don’t know how else we could show or express it. And that’s nice, isn’t it? It’s overflowing and the only other person who should receive that love other than you or me is someone we both created.”
You’re frozen, constantly blinking at him in disbelief until he nudges your nose with his.
“Hey, say something,” he whispers.
“I… ” you quiver. “I’m… Kook, that’s amazing. You… We… we’re ready. We have so much to give and we, I…”
A tear falls down your cheek.
You and Jungkook had agreed to let life just happen. You make love all the time anyway and it used to comfort you that there could at least be a chance you’d get pregnant with the frequency you do it. But conceiving a baby isn’t that easy. You may have sex a lot but it doesn’t mean you always do it at the right time. Both your stress levels have been quite high, too, and that’s been a factor on why it hasn’t happened yet.
There were a few times when you thought your period being late meant you could be pregnant, only to have it happen right before you told Jungkook. You won’t deny it disappointed you a little.
But now, with him saying he wants to actively try, it’s making you excited and nervous but incredibly happy. You’ve wanted this for a while, and you realize now with what you and Jungkook could handle and take on together, you want it even more. And he’s right there with you.
“Oh, baby,” he says, caressing your cheek. “I’m… I’m sorry it took a while for me. Wanting to let life surprise us feels like a cop out now.”
“Don’t be sorry, hun,” you sniff, sighing into his touch. “What matters now is that we both want this. And we’re… we’re really gonna try.”
“Yeah,” he smiles. “We can go see your doctors tomorrow or the day after to consult. Whatever they say, we’ll follow. If we have to have even more sex, then that’s great.”
You laugh at his words. “I think we have enough of it.”
“We never know.”
You kiss him. Deeply. You kiss him so hard, it’s the only way to express how happy you are because words fail you. You kiss him so long that you climb on top of him, wanting to feel him wrap himself around you, touch you, cradle you, show you how much he loves you.
“Oh, so we’re starting now?” He teases once you pull away.
You just hover over him, your eyes boring into his sparkling ones, and you giggle as you boop his nose.
“I’m actually not ovulating but it doesn’t matter,” you say, pressing your clothed pussy against his cock. “I just… I just want to feel you right now. Your wanting to have a family is such a turn on, I’m scaring myself.”
He smirks at your honesty but he loves it. Your being turned on by it is also turning him on.
But he lets you do what you want first, as you kiss down his torso then pull down his boxer briefs to lick his hardening cock before you take him all in.
“I thought you were tired, babe,” he huffs, feeling the tension build as you take him so desperately, his thighs straining from the pleasure.
“Not anymore,” you say, gagging with how big he is. You turn to look at him with his cock in your hand now, meeting the smirk he has on his face. “I think I can do this all night.”
“Fuck, baby,” he grunts. “You gotta play fair. I need my time to do you, too.”
Waking up the next morning feels different. With Jungkook flushed against your back and his arm around your middle, you think that hopefully in a few months, he’d be lovingly caressing you there when there’s a tiny human growing inside you.
It’s a nice thought, but one you can wait for a while to happen. Although last night’s sex was pretty intense, you’re not fertile and there wouldn’t be any surprises soon, but it was still really good. Your emotions had overtaken you and you went with what your heart and body were saying, and you’re now left with sore limbs. But you don’t mind. You’re satisfied beyond belief. And while this may be your last day of your time here, you’ll be going back to your normal life with much more excitement this time. And you know your husband feels the same.
He wakes up shortly after, and you both pass up on breakfast to just sleep in and cuddle, knowing there’ll be less of this again, so you savor being naked in each other's arms, giggling and kissing.
You finally make it out of bed and pack up, ready to head to his grandparents’ as you both promised. It goes by smoothly, with them fawning over you as always, and you and Jungkook spend some time right after going around the estate and recalling memories again.
He takes you to his room, which is where he stayed when he was much younger. It’s still a little boy’s bedroom with all the toys organized and the clothes stored neatly. He opens his closet and takes a chest from the floor, unlocking it to reveal sets of baby clothes in mint condition.
There’s a swaddling cloth and a blanket, a crocheted bunny and a baby giraffe. There are onesies and beanies and tiny shoes and mittens.
Jungkook touches them lightly, excitedly thinking about your future baby wearing them.
“I have a chest like this, too,” you say, smiling up at him. “It’s at my grandparents’. Do you think we could pass by for it? I think it would be nice to have our tiny one wear our clothes, don’t you think?”
“It would be,” he smiles.
You both casually tell your grandparents that you wanted to bring the chests back with you to Seoul “just in case” because you’re sentimental, not wanting to make too big of a deal out of deciding to finally and seriously try getting pregnant this time. You don’t miss their glassy eyes and proud faces, though, and you think of the joy they must be feeling. You hope all goes well and that they’d get to spend as much time with their future grandchildren as possible. It was their dream, after all, and you know it means just as much to them.
With your treasure troves in the trunk and your hand in Jungkook’s, you both drive away, hoping that not too long from now, a little one will be joining you in your weekend getaways and short breaks and vacations. You could only hope they’ll love you with all their heart as much as you know you’ll love them with all of yours.
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Top 5 fucked up family bonds!
oh mannn. I feel like this one fluctuates depending on, like, what fandoms I'm focused on at the moment, but to try to shake it up a little since I've answered a question like this before (though that was specifically for siblings! and no shade! just challenging myself, mostly, since most of these are probably going to end up being siblings, that's just what I'm like)
1. Azula and Zuko. Since Avatar is in the air lately and I just queued a post about them, and I am deeply invested in their relationship even if I don't talk about it a huge amount these days - I think about this one in particular from Azula's persepctive. The way that Zuko is the negative that Azula measures herself against, that she pretends not to care about him but I think he occupies a substantial part of the way that she constructs herself in opposition to him, as everything he isn't, the negative model she will never be. But then there is Zuko's end of things, the push-pull between the ever-present comparison between them where he falls short and the fact that I think he genuinely does care for her even as he doesn't, I think, really know how to deal with her, or really understand her. And also any family relationship involving attempted murder is going to be like catnip to me.
2. Kinn and Vegas. Family dynamics where I am both very into the family dynamic and also kind of ship them occupy 3/5 positions on this list, which says something that I think is just about the way that sufficiently obsessive and entangled relationships between a pair of people is going to lure me into seeing what I can do to make it more fucked up (with possible fucking). But anyway!
I love how they make each other worse, all of the time. They bring out the absolute worst in each other, always; they fail to see each other clearly and perceive each other beyond their flaws but also beyond how their respective fathers have pitted them against each other like fighting roosters. They're mutually obsessed with each other no matter how much I think Kinn would like to pretend that he is aloof and indifferent. It's a mess. It's delightful. Also the only non-siblings on this list. Notable for the fact that in their first scene I failed to recognize them as cousins and assigned them ex-boyfriend energy.
3. Felix and Mildmay. Okay so I've included them on lists like this before but they deserve a mention anyway. Because boy! What a mess! From the beginning! They love each other so much and it's a disaster! Felix's attraction to Mildmay at least in part because he doesn't know how to love without sex! Mildmay's hopeless attachment to Felix despite all the cruelty he dishes out! They're just...I love them and I love their mess of a relationship and I also love how it develops over the course of the books into something better. Honestly the only one of these pairs that does that. Kudos to them.
4. Celegorm and Curufin. Okay, this one is built a little bit on a towering edifice of headcanon, but so sue me, and it's not entirely! There is on page content for these two! So there!
A friend of mine has the tag for these two #the other brotherwives and I feel like in some ways that sums it up for me - the way that they are, again, entangled in each other in a way where they always come as a pair, and their personalities both complement and contrast each other, and they're just so. All the sons of Feanor are a mess of codependent relationships but these two kind of stand out by virtue of always being paired, in everything, including all their worst choices, even their deaths. And again, I have a towering edifice of headcanon in particular about how their relationship both decays and calcifies over time, becoming both more desperately close and also more tangled with resentment at the way things fall out, but ultimately they can't be separated from each other.
5. Millions Knives and Vash. Throwing out a wildcard I haven't talked about much, but like. Wow! Another sibling relationship tailored to cater to me that came as a surprise out of left field and decked me in the face! I still need to read the manga but at least when it comes to Trigun: Stampede the sheer toxicity here, the fucked up love and protectiveness and possessiveness and guilt and the way that ultimately while Knives' goals exploit Vash it doesn't, I don't think, erase the love; I think he still sees it as for Vash's own good, even as he's doing much the same thing he deplores when humans do it. I have headcanons about part of Knives' motivation for crashing the ships has to do not just with self-protection but protection for Vash, and the way that decays over time is. Chef's kiss. Love it.
Bonus mention to Lucivar and Daemon and, because I just can't leave them off and they do still have a special place in my heart, Thor and Loki. But also for a non-sibling relationship again possibly out of left field, I actually think a lot about Loki and Odin too, and if I still have MCU feelings sometimes those are one of them.
#conversating#vegaseatsass#top five meme#tragic siblings#i should bring that tag back into use but more generally
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Crushed Souls
FO!Poe Dameron x FO!F!Reader
Summary : Reader is part of Poe Dameron's new squadron a few years after the war and confesses what made her feel so uneasy lately.
Content : age gap (older Poe), mutual pining, mentor/apprentice, war, fluff, angst.
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(Yes that's Leto Atreides on the gif but this version of Poe looks like him)
Anxiety had been a constant companion lately. After all joining the legendary Commander Poe Dameron's squadron was the ultimate reward you could hope after the First Order's victory. Your missions would revolve around the solar system's safety by securing the different commercial routes. You would get deployed anywhere Poe Dameron demanded and you and the other pilots would follow him without a question and without a doubt. If you all had to spend a night in some shady cantina in an area controlled by the First Order you would go there. If your destination was some dark forest you would go there. If it needed you to fly above some megalopolis for several hours in a row you would do it.
The thing was, you felt as if you did not deserve such an honor. Your young age attracted many comments amongst the soldiers both negatively and positively. Some would say you were there just as a propaganda tool to widen the recruits range, or because you had sex with an officer to get promoted, or maybe you had some influential father. Others would think too highly of you because they were convinced you must be some potential future ace that would replace Poe Dameron one day and that after all you must be one already to join him so quickly.
Just like now you felt like a fraud just for flying side by side with him during this routine patrol. The mere action of watching your radars and listening to basic comms of your squadron members messing with each other in a friendly was enough to make you feel abnormally lonely. Poe sounded especially tolerating with their antics and seemed to be in a great mood, specifically what you would love to join in a more normal day. Some thought he had a soft spot for you as you were the youngest of them all and maybe they weren't that wrong about it.
"Come on the rabid one, you can do better, over," the Commander said with an audible smile.
Poe certainly liked to taunt you and sharpen your skills but you still felt how rigid he could be unexplainably during missions. If at first you assimilated it to mysoginistic disdain from an older male pilot towards a young and impulsive female pilot you started to think of it more as a need of not repeating some past mistakes. He loved to repeat how reckless he used to be, how impressive his stunts were against X-Wings, how many times he almost died. The only thing that would kill you in this post-war era was your ability to cause your own stress gnawing you from the inside. So for once you didn't reply to his sentence. As Poe wasn't insisting you listened to another pilot without actually listening. Your brain moved to its auto mode and managed to filter successfully what was an order and what was stupid.
Even after landing on the temporary base consisting of a spot near a river you felt haunted by this imposter syndrome, lightheaded as if you didn't belong to that friendly atmosphere surrounding you. You chose to isolate yourself by acting more useful and sat at the entrance of your tent. Not that your eyelids heavy with slumber would be really effective with those millions of raindrops pouncing onto the trees and ground but you still wanted to feel fully as part of your crew.
And yet you managed to miss the silhouette sprinting in your direction, Poe's weight heavier due to the water soaking his clothes and dark mop of hair. Fortunately you for the time to roll to the side to avoid him, and witnessed him falling onto the tent floor as a loud laugh escaped his lips.
"Well I guess you wanted to get rid off us all now, good job but you could do better. Not ready to drown today."
Maybe it was Poe's own tiredness he tried to hide with that smug grin but he did look older than on the propaganda flyers dating back from the war. Of course he was older, not only with his features but also some patches in his hair getting clearer or this beard he seemed to groom with much care. Despite his recent childish actions he couldn't appear any more as the reckless and naïve yet talented pilot choosing space dangerous adventures to save the galaxy from the Resistance. He was an experienced Commander that survived a war that took away too many souls from both sides. His charm remained there, only more mature looking.
"Oh. Well how shameful that would be to drown on the floor anyway," you stuttered as you sat up.
"Exactly. Now tell me why you want to stay alone in your corner when we are supposed to be a team."
Benevolent voice, stern eyes. The usual when it came to scolding you indirectly. You ignored his heavy boots soiling the tent floor around the entrance now that he took them off. Cold water kept on dripping down his hair and beard.
"I needed some time alone. As there is no emergency and as we are in a safe territory, I considered that guarding the area would be…"
Your words died down at the warning sent by his displeased face. Poe knew precisely when to detect lies. You suspected him of being a liar in his past.
"My orders were clear. We have to turn our tents towards each other so that we can keep an eye on everyone. Radars and patrols will take care of the rest with much more efficiency due to that weather."
"I'm sorry sir. This won't happen again."
Regrets and guilt made your body feel smaller than ever as you stared at the ground, your chest heavy. Between exhaustion and negative thoughts, anger and tears started to get hard to keep at bay. So you focused on your nails picking on your pants while listening to Poe wiping his face and hair with some tissue.
"I know you're having a hard time but I need you to focus," he mumbled as he sat down closer to you, "and for that I also need you to tell me the truth. Is there any reason for you to disobey?"
"I… I don't want to disobey. It's just that… I mean I am not feeling well. And it leads me to disobey when it's not my intention to do so."
The man hummed as he kept on drying himself, then you watched his hands resting on his knees.
"You were silent today," he stated gently.
"Yeah… I didn't feel like joking around."
"Something I said?"
A quick "no" of your head gave your answer and you took the hand reaching for you. Poe's skin felt fresh and you shivered at this contact.
"Sorry for that," he chuckled, "but I know someone needing some advice from the old man I am, am I wrong?"
You grinned before looking up at his warm eyes and just by doing that you felt better already. A beautiful and comforting brown that had seen so many terrifying things without losing hope or care. This inspired you a lot at your arrival in his squadron.
Relaxing a bit more, you handed him a large sponge towel that rested in one of your travel bags. The Commander thanked you with that same gaze and you looked away as he rubbed it all over his wet clothes.
"I might… need some… advice," you confirmed reluctantly.
"Oh, well, who doesn't. So… what's bothering you?"
"I don't feel as… deserving of being part of your squadron. I'm never good enough, funny enough, serious enough, useful enough, and as we don't really have any major enemy it's like this squadron doesn't need as many pilots as there are today."
The man got as silent as paralyzed for a short time before kneeling in soft motions, his hands holding the folded sponge towel against his thighs as he sent you a comprehensive look.
"Isn't that the good ol' imposter syndrome if I see one," he commented with a smile.
"Maybe. Personally I call that a good sense of reality."
"We all called that thing in a similar way. I know how that feels. I know the dread it causes. Not good, not good. Why do you think you don't belong there with us?"
The hands resting on your shoulders hold them right, just enough to anchor you to this world and that yes, Poe Dameron himself was your Commander for real and that he wanted to understand you more instead of seeing you as a dead weight.
"I've heard how traumatic the war has been on our soldiers so don't get me wrong but… I feel like I should take part to something bigger than just patrols. I have my strengths and my weaknesses and I should use them wisely instead of hinting down some weird creatures or clans or pirates attacking merchants."
"It sounds pretty wise to me not to take inconsiderate risks when there is none to take."
"I don't know… I've grown up to propaganda telling me not to shy away at any threat, that I should jump into combat mode whenever I see a danger so I could be useful. I want to be part of something bigger. It sold me camaraderie, team work to kill off rebels. And here I am calculating asteroid's trajectory and shooting at drunkards thinking that attacking small ships is the greatest idea of their life."
You might have gotten a little carried away by your diatribe but the look of absolute softness in Poe's face was everything.
"Look at you, talking like my young self instead of wanting to acknowledge reality. I miss it sometimes."
The slight trembling of his lips stopped in less than a second but punched you in your guts. Poe Dameron fighting off rebels during incredible battles couldn't suprise you but him crying? No. Impossible. He was an intense guy but mature, a military man that carried a good part of the Order's offensives on his shoulders couldn't cry. He was solid as beskar.
"I don't like it when people cry," you commented awkwardly.
"I get it. Wasn't that supposed to be the rebels only that would cry at their downfall while we would celebrate our victory, our freedom and our superiority?"
Some vague slogan similar to his sour words flashed before your eyes. Then the ones claiming that the First Order's wives cried the troops that perished. Then another one claiming that only rebels and their allies would suffer. Then back to the First Order orphans mourning their fathers.
This time it was your turn to repress some tears and you hid your face in your hands, rubbing your cheeks and temples as exhaustion was winning its way through each of your nerves.
"I just want to find my place into something bigger. More important," you complained.
"I think the same sometimes. Then I remember I wouldn't have much to do out of our fleet. I don't want to become a farmer or a merchant. Not anymore at least. Flying is what gives me the most the impression of being free despite all the calculation and discipline required."
Poe came closer again, sitting right by your left. The hand he extended towards you reached for the small tear escaping the corner of your eye.
"I'm not crying," you protested weakly.
"I know. It's exhaustion. I used to say that too."
With a mere gesture of his arms opening he welcomed you warmly in his embrace. This unthinkable situation helped you release a few more tears that had nothing to do with fatigue and he frowned at the tension present in your stiff body.
"Can you sleep these days?"
"No. I tried but I stopped," you whined.
Trusting him fully, you let him guide your weight so that you were lying back against the floor, the back of your head resting on his belly and the rest of your upper body between his legs that hold you firmly.
"Close your eyes. It's going to help," he instructed.
That position already started to lure your muscles into a sleepy state, and your heavy eyelids closed by themselves while Poe was rubbing your temples gently with his fingers. His skin warmed up during the time spent in your tent and his touch felt amazing. And just like that you welcomed his face massage as his spread his fingers and palms on your forehead, cheeks, chin, on the bridge of your nose, whenever you needed it. The hypnotizing circles as well as your own breathing slowing down brought you closer and closer to sleep.
"You're more useful than you think," he said after a while, "I wish you were part of my squadron during that war. I know I would be able to count on you no matter what. You're the kind of person I would be grateful to dedicate my life for."
His words reached your ears but you were too far gone to even react at them. Your jaws opened a while ago, completely relaxed by his ministrations. Your brain kept on registering his touch, the intensity, your breathing, his breathing, his skin's warmth. You let him keep you in that position and also let him grab your hands so that he could start massaging those parts.
"I hope you can sleep better after this," he whispered, "you deserve it. By the way do you think you'd be available for dinner once back at the base?"
A discreet and undecipherable mumble from you later and you fell into the deepest sleep of your life.
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Thanks for reading please comment and reblog if you liked it !
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closed starter for @emotionlcss
Gwen had a lot of hesitation when it came to starting her Only Fans account. At first she only posted photos that didn’t show her face, worried that people who knew her would judge her for the content. Then as the subscribers started pouring in she responded by making her posts more explicit. Now she was getting requests for specific content, which she carefully considered before accepting no matter the payout. This one was simple, some dirty talk while wearing lingerie. Yet what was different is she recognized the name as someone she knew as a friend of her father’s. So she decided to put a little message in there for him to know the attraction was mutual. With the camera setup she bit down on her bottom lip while her hands moved over her body. “Hi Daddy,” she hummed hearing herself giggle as she her hand dipped between her thighs. “You know I’ve been wanting you for years. I think about you all the time when I touch myself, moaning out your name.” As if on cue she let out a moan as she made eye contact with the camera. “I think you should come over, so you can make me moan for real this time.” Gwen continued on until she finished not wanting to be a complete tease especially if it wasn’t the person she thought was behind the account.
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Hiya! My name is Starfi Puffytop [@starfipuffytop], and I use he/him pronouns!!
[pfp made by veluv_art on picrew]
ABOUT ME:
AFAB gender-non-conforming transman
bisexual + polyamorous
ADHD + OCD + Autism
My name comes from “The Legendary Starfy”, which was a nintendo ds game I played as a kid!! The main character is a little star prince who’s very clumsy and cute, which I relate to [not the prince part… unless someone wants to make me their prince..? jk… unless..?] so I picked that name for myself after I transitioned!!
I really love art and writing, nintendo video games, all board games, listening to music like 24/7, and nature journaling!!
I am a chronic insomniac so I am excruciatingly eepy aaaall the time, but I love a good snuggle in a cozy bed!!
I am currently exploring the furry community, trying to figure out if I’m into that!! I have absolutely no issue with furries, y’all are cool as fuck!! I am just still unsure if I like it/how I like it!! I am currently in the process of making my first fursona, so if anyone has any tips I’d love to hear!!
Special Interest: art [specifically character designing] + writing [specifically dialogue]
Current Hyperfixations: Animal Crossing New Horizons, Skyrim [especially Miraak and Hermaeus Mora, Sheogorath, Cicero, etc.], Puss in Boots The Last Wish, Pokemon Scarlet [especially Arven], Dungeon Meshi, Our Flag Means Death, Sundrop/Moondrop from FNAF, Fallout games [especially Charon from FO3, Arcade Gannon from FNV, Hancock from FO4, MacCready from FO4, Nick Valentine from FO4, Kellogg from FO4, etc.], Spider-Verse [especially The Spot/Johnathan Ohnn + Miguel O’Hara], The Arcana [especially Muriel, Valdemar, Julien, Asra, Vulgora, + Valerius], Madhouse Mike from Cryptid Crush, Eddie Brock/Venom, Ultron from Marvel, Nathan Summers from X-Men/Deadpool, Otto Octavius/Doc Ock from Spiderman, etc.
A brief description of what I look like for those that are curious [or if that’ll add to your experience with this blog]: 4’9”, very soft muscular pear shaped body type, slightly wavy ginger hair in a mullet of course, I wear big ole glasses with a funky pattern on the frames, I have a big round button nose, I’ve had top surgery so I don’t have titties anymore but I have nipples that I still have feeling in, I love to wear cozy clothes like sweaters and fuzzy socks, I don’t really like to wear lingerie but really cute panties is always a must, I have a few piercings on my ears and a septum piercing, I want to get lots of fun tattoos but I haven’t yet, I have very small hands [perfect for holding and stroking🩷], and I have a ton of freckles and moles all over my body!!
ABOUT MY BLOG:
This is an 18+ ONLY blog, so minors DNI!!
This blog is intentionally anonymous, so I will not be posting any irl pictures of myself or other personal information other than my name!! Please do not ask for any irl pics or info, or else you will be blocked!!
I wish to use this blog to explore my sexuality through primarily writing [with both fully original content as well as fanfic type of content], but I might eventually include some artwork!! I will be writing things that turn me on and that I fantasize about, but I am also interested in collaborating with people if they send me their prompt ideas!! I will only write things I am mutually into, so if I deny your request please don’t take it personally!!
I have been writing for years, both casually and professionally, but I am currently trying to mix up my style and improve my skills overall so please be patient with me if things aren’t going the way I intend at first!!
ABOUT MY SEXUALITY:
I am attracted to ALL genders/non-genders, both sexually and romantically!! I am polyamorous, but I am not interested in engaging in serious relationships through this blog!! I already have partners irl, so I am simply here to flirt and be slutty on the internet!! I welcome engagement with my content, but I have the right to set boundaries and block people if I feel uncomfortable with anything!!
TURN ONS: bondage, size difference, age gaps, being dominated, praise, rough play, [in very specific and safely set up situations] CNC, creampies [but NOT true impregnation], edging, overstimulation, use of toys, soft pain [bruises, light slapping/spanking, hair pulling, etc. cuz I am a big baby lol], crying kink, biting/marking, cuckholding, voyeurism/exhibitionism, sounding [obv not receiving cuz I have a boycunt, but watching it is just lovely!!], possessiveness, corruption kink, roleplaying [especially with mild power play scenarios like professor/student, boss/employee, but it has to be 18+ no matter the scenario], free use kink, tentacles/monsterfucking, choking, rimming, anal and vaginal, oral [both giving and receiving, but damn giving is so divine], fingering, body worship, nipple stimmulation, bullying/degradation [but when it’s mixed with praise, ie “you’re my perfect little dumb slut… good for nothing other than my pleasure…”], growling/animalistic/predator/prey, being pinned down, nicknames for me [ie good boy, sweetheart, cumdump, pretty boy, etc.], nicknames for partners [ie daddy/mommy but not in a step fantasy way, mistress/sir, etc.], gangbangs/threesomes/foursomes, partner swapping, double penetration, fear play [but in a safe/consensual manner with no real harm attached], etc.
UNSURE KINKS: full BDSM, hard pain [intense slapping/spanking, cuts, etc.], spit [I like the idea of it, but I sometimes get icked out by it before I can even enjoy it lol], dominating others [I am definitely not a dom naturally, but I feel like I might enjoy exploring it a little bit eventually], light pet play [not interested in full acts of pet play, but I love being someone’s cute little bunnyboy/puppyboy], nipple clamps [I have really sensitive nipples, so it sometimes is just too painful, but I am in search of ones that aren’t so painful so I can actually enjoy it lol], blindfolding [makes me feel a bit claustrophobic still, but I can see myself getting more into it], etc.
HARD NOS: foot fetish [sorry!! I just have a foot phobia!!], extreme aggression/violence, tickling, any unhygienic fetishes [this includes piss, sorry!!], food related fetishes, giant/ess related fetishes, inflation kink, CBT [obv not the therapy lol], pegging someone else [I love to be pegged and watch others do it tho!! I just don’t like to do that myself!!], using gags [these unfortunately make me feel unsafe, so I don’t like them], swallowing cum [devastated by my inability to do this, it’s just too yucky of a taste and texture for me lol], fisting, wax play [too messy and again yucky texture], age play, step fantasy, slave/master dynamic, etc.
CONCLUSION:
Please just try your best to be kind, patient, and respectful!! I will of course always do the same, cuz mutual respect is so important especially in these types of intimate spaces!!
Feel free to send me messages/asks with requests!! I am very friendly, but I am also very shy so I might need a little bit of practice doing this online before I get fully comfy with collaborating!! Anyways, thank you for reading!! I look forward to seeing where this blog takes me!!
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Questions for the mun about Des and Elliot! What are your favorite headcanons/fun facts about them? What was their first date like? How was "the first time"? What'd Des' favorite memory of Elliot?
i have so many. i dont think you understand how much i think about them for real. you were probably expecting a bullet point list but instead you get a 1500+ post on des and elliot because i love them and their dynamic.
or at least in specifically how much elliot loves and cares for his wife genuinely. like for as evil and terrible as he is ( and is perceived ) what he feels for her is very genuine and real. it’s ironic that both of them on their own think they don’t deserve love or care in any aspect due to their actions – but are able to find that in each other. des craves someone to be completely and totally obsessed with her, she needs that constant attention and love – which she’s used people throughout the centuries for her own amusement, eventually leaving when they no longer excite her or give her what she wants. all of this is also her hiding the desperation to be genuinely loved and adored for who she actually is. the initial meeting between the two of them had them both using each other for power, excitement. and then somewhere along the line it became genuine. and i think elliot was the one to notice it first. at the time he and des met he was in a serious spiral of murdering witches for their power to add to his own. and desdemona was a powerful woman of her own right – and that interested him. and then slowly he started noticing small things about her. putting too much thought into someone he was just “having fun” with. small things like her love for purple but her distaste of lavender. her favorite type of wine. he spent enough time with her at her side, day and night to begin to notice the cracks of the bitchiness facade she’s spent centuries building up and laying each brick for. of course not everything desdemona does is a facade. she has little guilt in using people, or ruining people’s lives for her entertainment or her own advantage. but a lot of it is an act that she’s been building and maintaining for so long of her life it feels real. and elliot realized eventually how complex and beautiful and powerful she is. and he wanted that. he wanted to see her smile genuinely because of him.
elliot has craved a purpose for his life. he’s often felt lost more times than he can count. his father attempted to find him a home that he would be loved and safe in – but that left elliot alone in learning what he is and how to navigate that part of his life. and he is completely okay with his entire life being for her. and eventually his child with her, viktoria. that’s what means the most to him. all of this just to go to say that i think elliot most definitely fell first. and when he began to make those genuine outreaches to desdemona – she’s beginning to see her own things about him. i think it was small things that begin to change their relationship from more of a “friends” with benefits and mutual usage of the other to a genuine relationship. elliot buying desdemona a new pair of stilettos he knew she wanted. flowers just because. you ever see one of the most powerful immortal’s faces light up because someone got her her favorite flowers randomly ? elliot has.
a major part to desdemona’s attraction to elliot is the fact that he treats her like his entire world ( and she is ) while being willing ( and eager ) to commit acts of violence for her as well. she’s never had someone treat her as priority number one, and elliot does and will forever. he is content to do everything he does for her. but on the outside it may seem like it’s a one side pining from elliot and that desdemona doesn’t show appreciation for him. which is completely untrue – elliot is aware of how desdemona shows her love and affection for him. in that same way that he knows things about her that no one else will – desdemona knows things about him that no one else will. like from the outside you’d never know how much elliot absolutely hates and loathes himself for what he is. or how much he struggles with his impulses.
desdemona has stayed up late nights to help console him. time, effort and love and care that she’d never put into someone she was just manipulating or having fun with. when things get too rough inside his head, she’s here to bring him back to reality. in the same way he does for her.
elliot knows desdemona is a complete hopeless romantic, all the little cliche things mean so much to her. because for most of her life no one has ever meant the gestures behind them. like the first bouquet of flowers elliot gave her has been dried and saved and intact ( for as much as they can be for centuries old flowers ). which wasn’t even just one he bought, but spent so much time gathering the flowers for himself. so he absolutely pulled everything out for a proper first date. bought her a new purple dress to wear ( that she’s also, obviously kept ), for it. candles, flowers, the entire set. not because he was trying to impress her – but because he knows how much the small things like that mean to her. and because to him, she deserves every bit of it. all of it.
they’d obviously slept together numerous times before they entered into a genuine relationship with the other. but i think their first time together as a couple was probably before their first date. that little wake up call of “i actually really like this person -” except in reality they’ve been falling in love with each other this entire time and they’re both just making that connection. that impulse – i’ve got to sleep with you right now trope.
des has lots of favorite memories with him. the first time he took her to the movies. as if they were completely normal people. the first time he let her see that he has wings ( they are completely inoperable of function and abnormal due to how elliot thinks of himself ) and the emotional burden that comes with them. how he cried when they found out they were finally expecting. how he tries to be there for her first son, sergius, despite him and elliot not being related by blood.
of course the angst being that almost as soon as they figure out their relationship – that they’ve fallen so deeply in love with the other is when elliot’s little habit of murdering witches catches up to him and he’s placed into his pandora’s box and promptly hidden away. and the witches are very intent on keeping him locked up and away to prevent him from slaughtering more witches and becoming a bigger threat to them. which absolutely devastates desdemona because when she does love she loves hard and fast. having something that feels absolutely genuine for the first time in her centuries long life and loosing it so quickly makes all that bad behavior bubble back up. nothing matters except finding elliot and getting him back to her. she doesn’t care who she has to hurt, use, or kill to make it happen. in reality the two of them didn’t have too much time together before this happens, but the effect of it is tremendous regardless.
and the fact that it took so long for the two of them to actually have a child together was not from their lack of trying. i’d like to think of it as nature trying to prevent the creation of another being that shouldn’t exist. elliot alone considers himself, ( and is ) an abomination of nature. a hybrid between a demonic being and a witch, someone who communes and follows the laws of nature.
elliot does everything for his wife and there is nothing you could tell him that would change his mind about her. he knows her more than the world and the history books will ever write her. you could tell him about the things she did to get him back and he would only love her that much more. i think the fact that des lost herself so much and did everything she possibly could to get elliot back shows how much she actually loves him. she could have gone off and found someone else with power. why would she waste her time – years, decades, on getting someone else back if he was replaceable? he isn’t. not to her. in their weird way – the love they have for each other is deep and genuine. and you’re so fucked if something happens to the other. they are quite literally ready to burn the world down should they loose each other again.
i can’t even express how much elliot wanted to wage war against tobias for causing desdemona to loose her memories. he wanted to hurt them alone for killing her ( even though she returns ) because he knows how much desdemona does care about their sibling ( despite the scheming to ruin their life and things you know ) and for them to kill her would only set their relationship back to square one. desdemona came back a blank slate, without all her little quirks, her memories and trauma that made her the woman he fell in love with. and i think it was a really difficult time for him to navigate that, but he didn’t go anywhere. he's never going anywhere that she doesn't.
#& about information /#& headcannon post /#THIS IS SO LONG. I JUST. GNAW ON MY ARM ABOUT THEM.#OKAY.#& answered /
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Prohibited wish haters unite
i don't know who you are............but you're so right, hold on i have things to say on this
i want to say my personal discomfort stems from my..bordering unhealthy attatchment to scarab as my f/o [as i type this the body pillow is LOOKING at me] hence why i don't and never really liked..interacting with the ship, but to each their own yaknow? if you like the pair i won't come at you. [and this still goes, pwish shipping mutuals i don't hate yall] ive just had people take my scarab yearning posts before tag it as "haha prismo coded" and its upset me before
It was only when the the whole reveal in episode 10 with scarab to me shown stuck in the time room now that the ship got very saturated which i get, But the more attention drawn to the ship the more it drew in........a really bad crowd. a lot and i mean a LOT of proshippers. I want to say its died down now as i don't see much gross scarab content nowadays [then again i stick to tumblr.] but it really bothered me how scarab was treated.
i enjoy prismo very much as a charecter i think he's a silly guy but he has not burrowed a nest into my skull like scarab has so i want to say i'm only qualified to talk about scarab in this regard. The community [i want to state casual shippers this is not you. this is very specific people] had a habit of ......putting scarab in compromising positions teetering on s/a [most of the time this was done using nightmo as prismo's "evil mode?"] and in a lot of comics and fics they water scarab down to this "NOT LIKE I LIKE YOU OR ANYTHING GRR" type of charecter..ignoring....evreything interesting about him. [i want to say good pwish fics likley exist..i just don't read them as for personal reasons the ship makes me uncomfortale.] also.....orbo got caught in the crossfire and he god DEMONIZED over a headcanon. [i like the headcanon but holy scales guys..chill on the ball dude a bit?]
I think the ships main problem is it caught on so fast that it attracted some really bad crowds and since scarab is a very new charecter to the adventure time universe, any solo enjoyment of him was swept away in favor of shipping him with prismo.,,,,,,,speaking of prismo...so many artists in this community will WHITEWASH his ass
also this....community has a problem with exposing nsfw content to minors. granted this is an issue ive only seen on twitter but in the begining of pwish getting popular i'd check the scarab tag like evrey few hours [yeah i....i love this man.] and withought FAIL i'd get what i dub "scarab pussy jumpscared" because artists would not know how to tag their porn. Eventually the pwish commuity came up with a seperate tag for their nsfw BUT THEY'D STILL TAG THE CHARECTER'S NAMES EXPOSING ANYONE LOOKING FOR JUST PRISMO OR JUST SCARAB CONTENT TO BUG VAGINA. its a lot more laxed here on tumblr ive noticed but hough was it BAAD on twitter.
It just makes me sad scarab really lacks the attention he deserves, instead being cast aside to be ship fodder....... anyways before i end this LONG rant i would like to enter into the
PERSONAL INTERPRETATION ZONE!!!
[disclaimer this is all my personal viewing of prismo ad scarab as charecters, if somebody reading this views them in a different way that is fine by me !!]
Ok...so personally i don't...... see pwish working even if it did happen, i like the idea of them being exes and even qpps in the future [in...in lymanlore they become close friends i just don't like mentioning it in fear of my thoughts being taken as me shipping them when i DON'T scarab is married to lyman in this universe get out of my HEAD.]
i just see these two ending up very bad for eachother with prismo being very depressed after jake's death i don't...think dating a man with no idea how to show sympathy as a rebound is healthy. scarab is his own bundle of issues and despite me being his husband i don't think kiss kiss will fix it </3
ALSO WHOEVER YOU ARE..WHOEVER THE FUCK YOU ARE ANON FEEL FREE TO DM ME ABOUT THIS I LOVE TALKING ABOUT MY DISDAIN FOR PWISH.
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Sunday May 22, 2022
This weekend got away from me, so it’s a day late but here’s this weeks round up!!
If you read any of the stories on this list, please make sure to show love to the authors by liking and reblogging their content!
A reminder to everyone that my blog houses 21+ content. This post isn’t any different. I’m not adding in the specific tags or warnings for each rec here but know that they can house adult content as well.
✨ If you are under 21, please DNI.✨
1. Drunk Text by @kteague
Pairing: Frankie “Catfish” Morales x Fem!Reader
This was so lovely and so sweet and fluffy that I read it thrice. The adoration that Frankie has and the picture of him waking up the next morning? Ugh all of it was the best. Plus Santi out here baiting Frankie out but in the best way.
2. This Roommates Drabble by @forever-rogue
Pairing: Frankie “Catfish” Morales x Fem!Reader
Listen, having someone else put cream/sunscreen on you is a for sure way to secure kisses! I loved the bashful Benny and the light teasing he gave Frankie afterwards. The mutual pining and both hiding their attraction to each other, chef’s kiss!
3. Lavenders Blue by @writeforfandoms
Pairing: Javi G x Fem!Reader
HELLO! I DID NOT KNOW I NEEDED TO READ A CINDERLLA AU THIS WEEK. Also, Lucia, you sly dog, you. Setting everything up and then following through on keeping them together. Lucia was the perfect fairy godmother. Javi being exceptionally sweet and adoring. Using learned tactics to find his way to her then explaining to her how he would never actually do anything criminal was so adorable. Ugh, I loved it.
4. venus, planet of love by @peterthepark
Pairing: Steven Grant x Fem!Reader
Wow, just wow. This was perfect. The symbolism. This is a work of art on it’s own, nevermind how utterly perfect Steven and the reader are. Sneaking into a museum, the pining, Marc being pushy and Khonshu being his dry self. Ugh I loved this. Truly, I did.
5. Whiskey’s Sugar by @absurdthirst
Pairing: Agent Whiskey/Jack Daniels x Fem!Reader
JESUS THIS ONE GOT ME IN THE FUCKING FEELS. I KNEW HOW IT WOULD END BUT I DIDN’T WANT TO KNOW, YOU KNOW? This was a rollercoaster of all emotions and even though I cried, I’m still happy I got to read it. Whiskey deserves the world, and so does his sugar. This was heartbreakingly beautiful.
6. why don’t you by @queenofthefaceless
Pairing: Javier Peña x Fem!Reader
It’s sundress season y’all and this was a good way to christen the season. That little held tilt in the gif was all I kept picturing throughout this whole fic. It really set the tone and Javi being absolutely feral by the end? YES PLEASE!!!! Back alley car sex is now on my bucket list hahahaha
7. Sansana by @foxilayde
Pairing: Poe Dameron x Fem!Reader
I don’t think I’ve ever needed anything more! This was amazing! The chemistry between Lex and Poe?!??? Please, it’s too good. TOO GOOD! The absolute denial that Lex is in? Even more perfect. I love how Poe is rolling with it without complaint but uses it to his advantage. He knows what the life is about and he isn’t trying to exploit anything. His little deal at the end though? And Lex’s conditions. Amazing!! Staying true to both their characters while also having fun, gawd this was amazing!!!
8. Stranger at My Gate by @leslie-lyman
Pairing: Pero Tovar x Fem!Reader
This was a classic! First and foremost, Aunt Moira, I need more of her. Always. What cheeky witch she was. The beautiful world building within this is amazing. You captured each of their gifts and explained them amazingly. Also those however many hours where they can’t understand each other????? THE PINING THE ATTRACTION THE SPARKS!!! When he catches her before she falls???? Babes, I could read this story 8000 times and never tire from it. Whew, this was amazing!
9. An Impractical Time by @clydesducktape
Pairing: Pero Tovar x Fem!Reader
A HARRY POTTER AU???? Babes, you’re after my heart here with this one. Two of my favourite things put together??? Ahhhhhhhhh also ngl I literally howled with laughter at the reader noting how bad he smelled. I loved the realism in that, because of course he was grimy and sweaty and hadn’t bathed in however long it was. It was a sign of the times and I loved the way you put it in here. Also Pero being overly concerned with his reputation through the ages and your foreshadowing of why there isn’t much more written about him! I loved all of it! I love how she’s honest and upfront with him but friendly and approachable. OH AND THAT SCENE WHERE HE TRIES TO CAST A SPELL FOR HER AND SHE GUIDES HIS HAND THROUGH THE MOVEMENTS!!!!! Wheeeewwwww!!!!
#crims fic recs#may 22 2022#pero tovar#poe dameron#steven grant#javier pena#javier peña#javi g#frankie morales#frankie catfish morales
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This post is about MHA fandom in general. But I think these types could be found every where.
Dekucchan's loyal followers and the dudebros are heavily damaging this fandom's image.
Okay I really don't know much about the MHA fandom because I don't interact with anything outside of my interests, but it seems chill to me. Well except for the fact the types of people I listed above ruin the whole experience.
No, I don't want to hear that Izuku is straight for the billionth time. Like it makes more sense if he's aroace because other than finding some girls attractive, has he ever felt romantic and sexual towards any of them? Yeah I thought so and no finding someone does not mean that you have a crush on them. Please stop confusing them. Actually I can go ahead and say that almost everyone is aroace and I would still have a valid argument because there are only select few individuals who care about romance in the first. But yeah know they won't like this headcanon because it has do with the infamous alphabet mafia.
Nor do I want to hear that (specific ship) is canon for some reason. I don't care whether you are bk//dk or one of those "canon ships" preachers like Td//mm. I can tell when people are joking and when people are serious. And it's not as if iz//ch dudebros don't do this either. Like good for you for liking the canon pairing, but that does not make you better than anyone else. It did not give you the right to act like a bitch and whine everytime someone has different tastes.
Though I do hold some sympathy and understanding for bk//dk shippers. I mean atleast they don't make hateful comments on other ships. Well if you exclude Dekucchan's give mind because they are a whole another category in the fandom.
But dudebros are just miserable human beings. Oh, are you mad that people have different ship preferences? Must suck being the only "sane" people in this fandom. These people really think they are doing service to the fandom by spreading by toxicity. The first thing they need to do is learn that there was never any ship threats made by those who ship any gay ship. Like they don't have any source for this claim, yet this is still discussed by them.
People grab onto this baseless argument and justify why they hate the MHA fandom. Like there are many other reasons why you would possibly hate a fandom, but this is the one you decide to preach? I know you can formulate a better reason than this.
And it's so funny seeing occasional Dekucchan bk//dk and the dudebros discourse because my thoughts are that they both suck. Like I'm a shipper, but you don't see me having discourse with someone with the intention to put them down. I have ships that I dislike a lot too, but I don't invade these ship spaces to spread my negative views. It's not that hard to say in your own lane.
I 100% agree with all of this. While I rant about the BkDk Stans the most, the truth is that they’re not the only toxic part of the fandom. The IzuOcha Dudebros/Stans are toxic too, perhaps the second most toxic group in the fandom. There are portions of the MHA fandom that are great. You got the people creating content that expresses their love for the series/characters/world. You got the people who offer legitimate criticism and analyze MHA who are great to talk to if you wanna learn how to write. Sadly they’re drowned out by all the Stans/Dudebros/etc. It should be simple to stay in your lane. You like BkDk? Have fun with your ship. Like IzuOcha? Feel free to write fanfics about it. Wanna headcanon Izuku as part of the LGBTQ+ community? No one should stop you. Want to only consume content where Izuku’s straight? There’s a wide selection to chose from. Point is that, like you said, people should learn to just vibe in their own lanes. As a Katsuki anti, I avoid content with Katsuki because I don’t like him (unless it’s something a friend/mutual created cause I wanna support them). People who like Katsuki likewise will avoid my blog because they don’t want it to hear someone complain about him. There’s a mutual respect there despite neither of us actually interacting with each other. They can like him in peace while I can rag on him to others who don’t like him (or the curious Katsuki fan who wants to see the other side). Sadly the Stans and Toxic Antis will invade spaces and cause trouble just cause they can’t handle an opinion. Same goes for the IzuOcha Dudebros and any other toxic character/shipper Stan.
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Our Lady of Sorrows
Pairing: Eddie Munson x Female OC
Word Count: 9677
Type: One shot (will probably make a part 2 + 3 but this can be read as a standalone fic.)
Rating: r18, contains sexual content. MINORS DNI
Warnings: Alcohol (mild), Cigarettes (mild), Swearing (mild), Female Receiving Oral, Squirting, Unprotected P in V Sex, Piercings, Cockwarming (brief + no character mention) angst if you look really really close, mutual pining, mentions of anxiety (mild), FLUFF SO MUCH FLUFF
Description: Corroded Coffin’s first ever show at the Hideout. Eddie sees the girl he’d crushed on since he was 12 serving at the bar, and fate gives him another chance to make her his.
Author's note: I posted this before. I'm just an idiot who deleted their entire blog accidentally. So this is the first fic I’ve posted in almost 5 years. Like many others, Eddie really inspired us to write again. Hopefully it is good. This fic and the potential part 2 and part 3 I will write will all be able to be read as stand alone. Now, please enjoy! Thank you
Her name was Mary.
He’d known her for quite some time, actually. He just wasn’t sure if she remembered him. Since middle school, Eddie had the biggest crush on her. He knew from the day that he set eyes on her. Her first day, moved from Seattle. She was in the year above him, but Eddie had seen her around school. She was very noticeable, in his opinion. Big round eyes and a small button nose, plush lips. Long thick brown hair with the cute face framing pieces he didn’t know the name of. He’d never gotten close enough to get to know her, but as the years went on he’d picked up things about her. She was super smart so she was a year younger than him even though she was in the class above his. She was born in October. Her favourite colour was green. She likes cats and reading. She was good at volleyball and was pretty athletic. She had a dog named Arthur and a Cat named Merlin. Her Dad was a well known chef and bartender in Indiana, but he didn’t know where her mom was. She didn’t talk about her mom, to anyone. She was short, but never let that stop her do anything. She was determined and headstrong and did everything with intent. Eddie was clearly a bit obsessed. But not in a creepy way.
Unfortunately, by his last year Mary had already graduated. He didn’t know anyone close enough to her to ask if she went to college or not. It got a bit harder to focus in school. Not just because she had left, Eddie’s personal life was a mess. But that was in the past. Eddie had grown a lot since she had left. He’d gotten a bit taller, hair longer. He’d got his braces taken off. He was broader, had a lot more definition even though he was still on the thinner side. Since she’d left, he thought at least he’d got a little more attractive. It’s weird that he used the last time he saw her as a specific point in time, at least in his opinion. He found it so strange that while she was such an important part of his life, to her, Eddie was probably just another student she passed in the halls. Eddie hopes his appearance at least made him stand out a little bit in her eyes. Maybe he was slightly memorable, not that it would matter anyways. It’s not like he’d ever see her again. She probably went to some Ivy League college - if not on an academic scholarship surely a sports one.
At least, that’s what he’d thought until he saw her familiar frame stalking across the floor of The Hideout and disappear behind a door that read “staff only”.
“Dude..?” Gareth said, his hands paused in position as he was doing sounds checks.
“Was that?-“ Jeff continued.
They both turned to Eddie who was hooking up an amp.
“shiT!” They yelled in union as they rushed to his left and right respectively.
Jeff would say later that Eddie looked like he’d seen a ghost. Eddie would keep it to himself but it kinda was. To him, Mary was in the past. He thought he’d never see her again, so in a way she was kind of dead? Maybe not the best word, but was no longer present. He’d spent the last year and a half dealing with that fact.
From Jeff and Gareth’s current view point, Eddie looked white. Almost green, maybe? Like he was gonna vomit but also cry and maybe even explode.
“Fuck, dude- are you ok?” Jeff rubbed Eddie’s back. Gareth had a hold on his shoulder, and could feel Eddie quivering under his palm.
“Do you need some water or something? What happened?” Gareth was looking around for something useful.
Eddie felt his skin go cold but his head felt like it was burning from the inside. He felt cold sweat beads running down his face from his mop of stringy hair. He took a few breaths before blinking.
“Fuck.” He said as he stared into space.
Gareth and Jeff shared a look.
“Look man, we can still back out now-“ Jeff started.
“No way, man. It’s our first show, we can’t fuck up this chance.” Eddie spoke while he shook his head in an effort to clear his racing mind.
“Are you sure, though? Like, you really don’t look good right now man. Like, really.” Gareth squeezed his shoulder reassuringly.
“This could be our big break guys. I wouldn’t give this up for the world.” Eddie slapped his face a few times before pushing himself up off the floor.
“We fucking got this.”
“We don’t fucking got this.” Eddie whispered harshly to himself. He admits, he went a bit ham on the promo. He really didn’t think Chrissy Cunningham would bring the entire cheer squad, half the basketball team, and about 20 other people he didn’t know but recognized from school. She beamed up at him and clapped, mouthing, ‘you guys got this!’. Eddie smooshed his face into his hands and rubbed vigorously. Once he composed his face, He gave Chrissy a wink and a smirk, and she blushed a deep red before turning to one of her cheer friends and gushing. Eddie was a flirt, just apparently not when it came to the girl he actually liked. Chrissy was a nice enough girl, but Eddie has his heart set elsewhere. His mind was also elsewhere. They were due to start any minute, and while the prep was done Eddie couldn’t clear his head.
Mary had definitely changed.
She looked older now. Not in a bad way, her key features were still there. She’s just, developed? Blossomed?
Her hair was longer, just above her butt. She’d dyed it blonde in the face framing parts, some sort of highlights as well throughout. Her brown hair was wavy and fluffy and soft-looking. She still had the same big doe eyes, but now they were lined with dark smudged eyeliner in a cat wing kinda way, her lips full and cherry colored. She had a nose piercing now, the gold metal glinting in the spotlights above the bar where she worked. Her hips were wider, fuller, and her tight low cut jeans hugged them perfectly. She wore a black tank top that showed off her cleavage, and Eddie gulped when he realized he could see her pierced nipples straining through the oh so thin fabric of her top.
“Dude fuckin quit drooling you look like a dog-“ Jeff hissed and kicked the back of Eddie’s knee lightly, causing him to falter a bit. “Bro what the fuck-“
“Good evening patrons!” The voice of the bar owner, Mitch, boomed over the sound of feedback from the microphone.
“Quite a crowd out tonight! Hope y’all are having a good time!” There we’re a few cheers from the audience.
“Now as you all may know, I’m a big music fan! And to show that support we get a live band in here as often as we can!” Mitch paused for a moment.
“Tonight we have a local act hailing from Hawkins High, for my metal heads out there, Introducing.” Eddie took a deep shaking breath before licking his lips.
This was it. Their first ever live show, as an official band, an actual gig. Like not a talent show. Eddie looked to his left, Sam with his bass at the ready. He looked to his right, Jeff beaming back at him. He looked behind him briefly to see Gareth spinning his drum stick in his fingers. Eddie turned to the crowd again, eyes searching across the bar until the fell upon the bright eyes of Mary. She smiled softly at him, and did a shy wave. Eddie’s eyes widened, and his brain short-circuited. Does she recognize me?
“CORRODED COFFIN!!!!”
Gareth did the typical drummer 4 count, his drum sticks hitting each other. Sam’s bass intro began, his fingers playing with practiced ease. Eddie came in soon after with the rhythm, and Jeff with a heavy riff before Eddie began to sing.
Eddie let his muscle memory take over as they played through the songs. His voice rung loud and clear, a sort of harshness rasping into the ears of the entranced audience. You’d never be able to tell that moments before the song started, Eddie almost fainted in anxiety. That was the difference between ‘Eddie Munson’ and ‘Eddie Munson: Lead Singer and Rhythm Guitarist of Corroded Coffin’. Eddie let his eyes wander the faces of the audience. His body was alive, writhing with passion and rhythm. Chrissy liked the way his hands wrapped around the neck of his guitar, liked the way his fluffy hair swayed with the movements of his head. She blushed again when he caught her eye, his wolf-like teeth on display in a sort of smirk as he sang. Eddie knew she had a crush on him. But he also knew that he would never truly commit to her. She also had a boyfriend, Jason. Captain of the Basketball team. Eddie never let that stop him. He teased anyways, enjoying the way she would blush and fluster at the slightest advance. Eddie’s voice rung out loud and powerful, ending the second to last song of his set. His mind, hazy from performance intoxication, took charge as he spoke into the mic.
“Hey folks, how’re we feelin’?” He drawled out. The crowd cheered, an incomprehensible mess. Eddie smiled.
“Now, listen. I hate to have to end so quickly, it feels like hardly any time has passed.” A few sad aw’s we’re heard. “We’ve got one more song for you all!” The crowd cheered and hollered again.
“Now this one, is about a girl, I know-“ he chuckled, “A special girl.”
Chrissy felt her cheeks begin to burn as Jessica elbowed her. She couldn’t help but feel like maybe it was about her. Her hopeful eyes beamed up at the glorious figure of Eddie on the stage, his mane of hair like a halo with the lights that shined behind him.
“Thing is- I never got to meet this girl. I know, crazy, right?” There was a slight pause.
“I saw her one day, and from that moment on, I was obsessed with her. She was so unattainably perfect, In every way.” He met eyes with Mary from across the bar, her lips resting in that familiar soft smile.
“She left one day and I kicked myself every time I thought of moments I could’ve-should’ve done something.” He kept her gaze as he smiled knowingly at her. He enjoyed seeing her smile fade into a little ‘o’ of surprise, her doll eyes even larger. He didn’t see Chrissy following his gaze to the bartender, nor did he see her bright eyes turn dull and fill with tears.
“So anyways- here’s our newest song: Our Lady of Sorrows!”
The guttural grinding of Eddie’s guitar sounded for a few beats before Gareth came through with a heavy drum line. Jeff’s guitar screamed to life supported by the deep ladder runs of Sam’s bass. Eddie’s voice started, a low groan in the back of his throat began the sultry tune. He made sure his eyes never left Mary for more than a few seconds, and she returned his gaze. Her eyes were sparkling, twinkling in wonderment. He stalked her every move. Eddie raked his eyes over her form, the curve of her chest, how it raised up and down with her breathing. Her fingers toyed with a gold necklace around her neck, the long crimson nails she adorned most likely clinking against the metal. Eddie watched as one of the other bartenders leaned down to whisper in her ear. His head was behind hers slightly diagonal, he had to lean down significantly. Eddie could see how his lips brushed the lobe of her ear as he spoke, a sly smirk on what he could see if the guys face. Mary broke eye contact with Eddie to turn her mouth towards the guys ear, responding in her sweet voice. Eddie keened out a breathy moan to finish the song, the band muting their instruments at the exact same second. The crowd erupted into cheers, the other band members were grinning, but Eddie watched as Mary and the other bartender disappeared behind the staff only door. Mary shot him a look before the door closed behind her. He felt the deep heat of jealousy burn a pit in his stomach.
Once she disappeared though, he snapped out of it.
Eddie blinked a few times before turning around. The band all shared high-fives and shiny grins. Eddie turned around, scanning the sea of faces cheering at him before he did a theatrical bow. He barely caught Jessica pulling Chrissy towards the exit, but he didn’t put a second thought to it. Removing his guitar strap from his shoulder, He followed suit behind the others as they clambered down the stairs. There were a few groupies waiting, squealing and begging for signatures. Mitch sauntered over, his Viking frame towering over the people bustling around them.
“That was great, boys. Really enjoyed the tunes, y’all definitely have talent. Tell you what-“ his large hand rested on his chin.
“I’ll make a few calls around, I know a few big names in the rock scene. I’ll see if I can get one of them out to see you guys at some point. In the meantime-“ he slapped a hand onto Eddie and Gareth’s backs, them both jolting with the impact.
“How about in the mean time we get you boys in here every week? On tuesdays? Have a think, don’t rush into anything. Take a seat at the bar and have a beverage on me. Really, I mean it guys. Really impressed.” Mitch smiled under his handlebar moustache, eyes crinkled kindly. He gently guided the boys into the direction of the bar.
The group shared excited smiles as they settled into the bar seats. They chattered over each other all at the same time. They shared their own stories about what had happened and cool stuff they did. Eddie barely noticed the staff only door opening and the same familiar figure from earlier slink to where they sat, on the bartender side.
“Hey guys, great show!” A familiar friendly voice sounded. Sing-songie and sweet, Eddie felt his body suddenly drain of warmth, all the heat rushing right to his head.
It felt like time had slowed down as he turned his head towards her. He caught her eyes and he gulped. This was the closest he’d ever gotten to her. He knew she was pretty. But seeing it close up was something else. Small button nose, dusted with freckles. Her mouth was cat like, from the center of her lips the shape was downwards, but with the smile the corners of her mouth turned upwards like a Cheshire cat. Her eyes were crinkled in a smile, and a light blush dusted her soft round cheeks.
Eddie felt a small smile gracing his lips.
“I went to school with you guys, right? I think I remember y’all.” She gestures to the group, her hand stopped in front of Eddie’s.
“I’m Mary, and you’re…. Munson, Right? Eddie Munson?” She grinned cutely. Eddie nodded like an idiot before Jeff elbowed him with a hushed ‘dude-‘.
Eddie shook his head and noticed the hand extended towards him. He looked back at Mary and she tilted her head to the side, an inquisitive look on her face. Fuck. Eddie grabbed her hand softly. He cringed when he felt his clammy palm squish against her soft ones. She was cold against his skin. He shook gently, worried he might hurt her. She was really small up close. Even though Eddie was sitting, she had tiptoed to be able to reach him and still had to look up to meet his eyes.
“Yeah, I-I’m Eddie, Munson, ha-“ his voice cracked slightly, so he coughed to clear it. “I remember you, actually! Um- so, what do you do? I mean- did you do? When you left, um, Hawkins High?” He managed to get out semi-normally.
She was basically like a ray of sun shining at him so brightly. Her pearly white teeth were so cute, kind of like a rabbit. Very endearing.
“Well, I went to Penn Stats!- I do Classics! And worked around at a few bars and stuff- I’m on the mid semester break at the moment. That’s why I’m back, helping my dad out here. You met him, Mitch?” She asked, her hand still gently clasped in Eddie’s hand. He squeezed her small hand gently, before he released his already soft grip. She left her hand on the bar top.
“Y-yeah, he’s um letting us come here every Tuesday to perform! It’s really great, actually, really appreciate-“ Gareth appears right next to Eddie, roughly hitting his side before interrupting.
“So, you seeing anyone?” He asked bluntly. “Dude?” Jeff barked, shoving him lightly and doing a ‘what the hell’ kind of gesture. Mary laughed.
“Well, nice to meet you too. I’m Mary, by the way, and you’re Gareth, right?” Her laughter sounded like a melody, an angel singing praises to god.
“And to answer your question-“ she ran a hand through her hair. “No, I am not.” She caught Eddie’s eye, her mouth twitching into a smirk briefly before turning her eyes back to Gareth. Eddie went red, eyes wide and mouth gaping.
“Anyways, what do you boys want to drink? Beer?” She asked as she settled down off her tippy toes, her chest jiggling a bit.
“Yeah, 4 beers is good. Thanks, doll.” Gareth cooed in a flirtatious manner. Eddie’s face twists into a scowl and he shoots Gareth a glare.
“Okey dokey, 4 beers coming right up.” Mary clicks her fingers before she swivels around on the balls of her feet. She bends down at the waist to retrieve the beer bottles from the bar fridge. Eddie’s face grows hotter, eyes nearly bulging at the sight. Gareth elbows him and cocks a brow.
“10 bucks says I can bag her before you can-“ he says before Jeff chimes in.
“Dude, no. You know Eddie’s been crazy about her for, like, ever. Don’t be a dick, dude, come on.” He shoots back.
“Fine, fine. Whatever.” Gareth slumps into the seat next to Eddie. Mary returns with the beers, placing one in front of everyone but Eddie.
“And you, mr. Munson, get a special one.” She smiles sweetly as she places a beer and 2 empty shot glasses. Her free hand grabs a bottle from the hot bar, pouring the spirit into each of the shot glasses.
“To commemorate such a wonderful performance- and hopefully a successful music career!” She says as she grabs one of the shot glasses with her fingers. Eddie picks the other up, his hands shaking slightly. She brings her shot glass to his with a soft clink, taps the bottom of her shot glass onto the bar top, before downing it. Eddie follows suit, gingerly tapping it on the bar top before downing it. The liquid burns his throat and he winces, makes a sour face. He opens his eyes to see Mary taking a swig from his beer bottle, before placing it just barely touching his own lips.
“Chase it, sweetie!” She grins at him. He gently takes it from her grasp and takes a swig. It did help, but Eddie could feel the shot burning in his belly and shooting straight to his head.
“Yo, Mar.” an unfamiliar voice sounded from Mary’s direction. Eddie’s eyes flickered to the tall male bartender from earlier. He takes another swig to stop himself from growling.
“Yeah?” Mary turned her head to him.
“It’s 11, your shift is up. You gonna stay for a drink?” He says, his hand placed on her lower back.
“I might! I’m just catching up with some old friends.” She beamed. Eddie blushed again. Did she really view them as friends? Had she really just recognize them with such ease? It had been a long time, and Eddie was scrambling in his brain to come up with any reason why she might’ve remembered him so easily without ever having met him properly.
“Oh ya, cool. Let me know, like if you need a ride or something. I’m off in 2 hours.” He finished before sending Eddie a pointed look and stalking off.
“Well, I’m off the clock now. Can I join you guys for a drink?” She asks with a coy grin.
“Yeah sure-“ Gareth began before Sam slapped a hand over his mouth and Jeff held up his hand.
“Actually, it’s pretty late and me Gareth and Sam have to head off, right Gareth?” Jeff hinted. Gareth paused before nodding.
“Oh, yeah.” He said pointedly.
“Eddie, you’re free to stay though, right?” Jeff asked Eddie as he glanced between him and Mary pointedly.
“Oh-yeah, um, I’m gonna stay a while.” He nodded. Jeff smiles sweetly at Mary.
“Eddie could use the company! But we’ll be heading off, see you next Tuesday?” Jeff asked. Mary nodded. “Yep! I’m here for a couple of weeks, so I’ll see you guys around! Nice meeting you all, and great show!” She beamed at them. Eddie could basically feel Gareth drooling on his shoulder as the other two dragged him away, waving their goodbyes.
Eddie gulped a bit, but tried to maintain composure.
“Well! Looks like it’s just us, hm?” Mary asked as she skipped around the bar to where Eddie was sitting on the customer side.
“You wanna come with me outside for a bit? You can bring your drink!” She asked, her neck craning to be able to meet his gaze. Eddie took another swig, for confidence.
“Oh-oh yeah! Let’s go.” He slid off the chair and followed the smaller figure towards a the fire exit near the stage.
The cool night air hit Eddie’s feverish skin, and sent a shiver down his spine. The moon was bright and full, the stars twinkling. The door closed behind him with a clang. Mary took a seat on the top of a run down picnic table.
“Man it was so busy! You really got a crowd, huh?” She commented and clasped her hands together. Eddie nodded with a laugh as he pulled a packet of cigarettes from his denim vest pocket, quickly putting one between his lips before lighting it.
“Yep, we’ve done a few shows at Hawkins high though this was our first ever proper performance. I might’ve gone a bit crazy on the promotion though, I really didn’t expect that many people to be there.”
He needed the smoke for the nerves. He couldn’t help but notice her skin raised in goosebumps. The nicotine went to his head eventually, gentle filling it with every inhale. Eventually his eyes wandered to her breasts, her nipples hard and straining against her tank top.
“Oh! you smoke?” She asked in a surprised tone.
“Y-yup, for a while. Bad habit, I know, but I’m still young..” he finished with a chuckle, inhaling deeply.
“You’d think I would do the same, it kinda comes with the territory in culinary and bars and stuff. Everyone smokes-“ she wrapped her arms around her and shivered.
“Well, except me. I hardly even drink, honestly.” She finishes. Eddie, with nicotine confidence, loosens his stance a bit. He takes another deep inhale before blowing it up towards the moon.
“Really? A bartender who hardly drinks AND doesn’t smoke?” He chuckles. “You’re really a saint, huh, Saint Mary?” He kicks a pebble on the pavement with a wry chuckle.
“Saint Mary, haven’t heard that one before..” she roles her eyes, but giggles immediately after. There was a moment of still silence, the muffled music from the Hideout playing over the soft sounds of the night.
“Would you want to?” Eddie asked, taking another puff and a few steps forward.
“Do what..?” Mary asks, eyes even prettier this close.
“Smoking, would you want to try?” He asked, the smoke pouring from his nose as he spoke.
“Oh! Well, I guess? I just don’t know what to do…” Mary bit her lip in thought.
God. Eddie couldn’t help but stare at the plush fat of her lip pressed between her teeth. “I can teach you…?” He asked. Mary nodded, the kind of adrenaline you get when you do something directly against your parents wishes running through her body. Eddie took another couple of steps forward, cigarette hanging from his lips. He took it into his fingers before he flicked the excess ash onto the ground.
“So what you do, is when you put it in your mouth, you seal your lips over it. You see?” He says as he brings the cigarette to his lips. “Once you get to that part, all you gotta do is suck. Not too hard, just gently. Like this..” he says before he draws the air in through the cigarette.
Mary watches, captivated, as the ash end of the cigarette burned a brighter orange for the duration of the breath.
“And then, like when you take a deep breath, you bring it deep into your chest, and then…” Mary watches as his shoulders tense with the inhale.
She’s glad it’s dark out here, else Eddie would see the hot blush spreading on her face. He was so close, his hand spread on the table next to her thigh. He was basically standing between her legs, though not quite as the seat of the bench stopped him. She looked Eddie in the eyes as he finishing inhaling. “You blow…” he whispers, the pushes the smoke from his lungs.
Mary’s eyes flutter lightly as the gentle smoke brushes against her cold skin. It was so warm, and she felt her breathing pick up slightly. There was tension in the air, anyone could tell. Eddie felt a strange calmness. It felt like something else was driving him, and if he listened really carefully he could probably hear his inner voice screaming and banging on the walls of his brain to be let out. Eddie washed his eyes over her frame, her chest moving with her breathes. He could see her swallow, count the eyelashes on each eye.
“Do you want to try?” He asked softly. Mary nodded softly, her brain too mushy to find the words.
She didn’t ever tell anyone, but she’d always had a small crush on Eddie Munson. She never thought he was a freak. She could see him for what he was, a charismatic, interesting, intelligent young man who was never afraid of being authentic. She was shy, but people tended to flock to her. She didn’t really have any practice of being the first person to introduce herself, as everyone else usually came to her. She would steal looks at him during lunch and assembly’s, before and after school. He’d gotten taller from when she’d last seen him, a little manlier. His shoulders were broader, chest a bit more filled out.
Eddie studied her face as he brought the fingers clutching the cigarette to her slightly parted lips. He watched as her lips sealed over the end, her plush lips kissing onto his fingers oh so softly. Eddie felt his eyes getting lidded, watching as her cheeks hollowed slightly as she sucked.
“That’s it, perfect…” he drawled. “Now try to bring it to your lungs…” he said as he pulled the cigarette away from her lips and to his. She tried, but began coughing slightly. The smoke came out in huffs with each cough. He loved the way her eyes brows creased together.
“I know I know, it’s a bit hard at first but you get used to it.” He flicked the butt away before he brought his hand to her shoulder. He slid the hand towards her back and patted softly. He realised she was freezing, shaking ever so slightly.
“Fuck you’re freezing! Here-“ he began taking his denim jacket off and then his leather one. He wrapped the leather one around her shoulder before he place the denim jacket on the chair of the table. He couldn’t stop the sigh that built in his chest.
“Thank you, it’s so warm…” she snuggled herself deeper into the heated leather, and inhaled the scent discreetly. It smelled musky, but also remnants of cologne. Cigarettes and something else she couldn’t quite put.
“So, you doing anything tonight?” Eddie asks, hoping he sounds cool.
“Oh! Nothing, I was gonna stay for a drink but I’m not so sure about that now…” she pauses before asking, “and you? Are you free after?” Eddie liked the way she worded that.
“Yeah I’m free- did you have something in mind you wanted to do?” He questioned in a playful tone. His Wolf-like grin didn’t quite reach his darkening eyes, which were hazy and hot.
“Maybe we could, hang out? If you want to, of course…” Mary asked. Eddie’s brain short circuited again.
“Oh, yeah, um. I know a place…”
The drive was quiet, apart from the black sabbath album playing. Eddie saw in the corner of his eye as Mary jammed out, her soft singing flowing into his ears.
“You like this type of stuff?” He wondered out loud.
“Oh yeah! Definitely. My dad’s a big fan- I grew up around this kind of music.” She spoke.
“Damn, if only I’d known in high school! Maybe we could’ve gotten along…” Eddie responded in a playful tone.
“Oh, I definitely noticed your band shirts and stuff. I was just way too shy to come up to you… honestly you were a bit intimidating!” She finished with a giggle.
“Me? Intimidating? To you? I should be saying that you were intimidating, being miss popular from your first day!” He laughed back at her.
“I was like 4’5, how could I be intimidating?” She shot back with a squeal of laughter.
“Well for one-“ Eddie paused as he checked the traffic before turning onto a kind of dirt path leading towards the forest.
“You’re so smart. And funny. And athletic-“ he paused again briefly, the road getting bumpy. “For two- you were the most sought after girl in Hawkins, everyone wanted to be friends with you. And lastly, well-“ Eddie paused to think briefly.
“Well you’re… gorgeous.” He finishes as they drive over a slight hill. Once they began their small descent through the tree path, Mary gasped at the view. The serene lake twinkled as the moonlight caught the small movements of the water. Eddie parked up next to a picnic bench, flicking the car off but leaving the music playing.
“Well, here we are- my secret spot.” He smiles and gets out of the van. He goes to Mary’s door and opens it for her, offering a hand to help her down. She takes it, and as she steps down his other hand cups her waist. He closes the door behind her, and they walk around the van towards the bench. He watched her walking, plush thighs straining against the fabric of her jeans. Her bare chest at this angle made Eddie want to throw his head back in a groan, but he just managed to stop himself before doing so. Once they got to the bench, Mary looked up at him.
“We should swim!” She beamed, and began to take Eddie’s leather jacket off. Eddie gulped.
“Are you sure? I mean it’s cold out and I only have one set of clothes in the van-“ she cut him off. “Oh it’s okay, I won’t be swimming with my clothes on.” She said it so nonchalantly as she began kick her converse off. She took her socks off and placed them into her shoes before picking them up off the ground and placing them next to Eddie’s jacket on the table. She paused to look up at Eddie again. “Well, are you gonna join me?” She giggled and began unbuttoning her jeans.
Eddie scrambled to begin undressing. “Oh- um, yeah yeah of course!” He kicks his dirty white sneakers off along with his socks.
He looks up and is met with a glorious view. Mary had bent over to remove her jeans, the thin fabric of her underwear the only thing covering her. Eddie drooled, watching as her ass jiggled with each movement. Her skin was smooth and soft looking, kind of like a peach. He snapped out of it when she stood up straight again, his hands going for his belt. He removed his pants as, putting them on top of his shoes and then he began to remove his shirt. Mary did the same, and when Eddie looked back at her he choked at the sight. She wore a tiny thin bralette, black and lacy. It was so slightly sheer, the glinting of her pierced buds visible in the low light. She adjusted the straps, eyes cast downwards before she adjusted her underwear on her hips as-well. She was gorgeous, soft and pale in the moonlight. Her thin waist complimented her wide full hips, plush thighs looking pillow-y. She turned around and took off towards the water, giggling before leaping in. Her head disappeared under the water and resurfaced with a delighted scream.
“Holy shit it’s so cold!” She laughed loud again. Eddie smiled then sprinted towards her, copying her movement and leaping in. The icy water engulfed him and he re-emerged with a yell.
“Yup, that’s fuckin cold as shit!” He confirmed. Mary swam up to him until there was barely any space between them. Her hair was slicked back off her face, and Eddie could see all her features clearly. She was the most beautiful girl he’d ever seen.
“You’re really pretty.” He says with no hesitation. Inside his head he was screaming, but on the outside he was calm.
“You… you think so?” Mary tucked her wet hair behind her ear, looking away coyly. Eddie swam a bit closer, their bodies brushing against each other with each wave.
“I’ve thought so for a long time.” Eddie continued, leaning down slightly. Mary looked like a deer in the headlights. Her eyes were wide looking up at him, her lips parted slightly, eyebrows raised. Eddie placed a hand on her hip under the water, and she was soft in his palm.
“I-I…” she stumbled in a soft voice.
“I think you’re really pretty too…” she looked down shyly. Eddie brought his free hand out of the water and cupped her chin in his fingertips. He gently brought her face up to meet his gaze again. He leaned down a bit more, noses almost touching.
“Can I…” he whispered, his eyes dark and lids low. Mary’s eyes trailed down Eddie’s face slowly, lingering on his pillow-y lips for a moment before she nodded softly. They both closed their eyes as Eddie leaned down. Fireworks went off in his brain. Mary’s lips were softer than he ever imagined. She tasted sweet like honey and a bit booze-y from the bourbon shot. For Mary, Eddie tasted warm. Eddie let his hand fall from her face and flow down her side to settle on her hips. Subconsciously he pulled her closer, and her small hands fell onto his chest. He deepened the kiss, lips moving together softly. He rubbed the soft flesh of her hips with his thumbs, and softly licked at her lip with his tongue, asking for more access. Mary smiled against him as she let his tongue in, it was hot and explored her wet mouth with each lick into their kiss. Mary’s cheeks burned feverishly hot, and she felt her skin tingle as Eddie wrapped both of his arms around her back in a warm and tight embrace. She sighed into the kiss as the pace quickened, and she could tell that Eddie was trying to hold back but was desperate. She looped her arms around the back of Eddie’s head, and he swiftly grabbed her thighs with his hands and wrapped her legs around his waist with a jump. Mary broke the kiss and yelped, but Eddie’s lips silenced her as he continued their heated exchange. His hands slid from her thighs to cup and squeeze at her ass, them both moaning into each others mouths. Eddie broke the kiss only to walk them back to the wall of the lake. He sat Mary down on the barrier before slotting himself between her thighs again.
He kissed her sweetly, “You have no idea how long I’ve wanted to do this…” he whispered against her before he began kissing down her cheek to her jaw, one hand on her thigh while the other brushed her hair off her neck and settled behind her head. He kissed on the pale surface of her exposed neck, sucking and nipping softly. Mary gasped, a sweet sound that spurred Eddie on. He kissed down her neck and throat, sucking marks onto her collarbones. He snaked his hand on her thigh up to cup her breast from underneath as he pressed open mouth kisses onto the soft flesh. Mary moaned again and let her head fall back as Eddie mouthed her nipple through the cloth of her bralette. He could feel the metal of her piercing against his tongue and he groaned at the sensation.
“So fuckin pretty…” he whispered against her skin. His eyebrows were furrowed and his cheeks were flushed, his mouth was swollen and wet. Mary kissed his forehead.
“Let’s take this inside, yeah?” Eddie pressed another kiss to her lips. He pulls himself out of the water and helps Mary up, and he walks behind her with his hands on her waist towards the back of his van. He opens it and hands her a towel, and she dries herself off. She gives the towel back to him and he hands her an old oversized shirt. She takes off her wet bra and underwear and puts the shirt on. It smells like cigarettes and something else, and a hint of whatever detergent Eddie used on it. She climbed into the van, her damp hair wetting the back of her shirt. Eddie grabbed the pair of track pants he always kept in the van and ducked out of Mary’s view to change out of his wet boxers and into the dry track pants. He followed Mary in, leaving the van door open as he crawled up her body. She let her back hit the mattress as Eddie kissed up her chest and neck to her lips. Eddie used his hands to guide her legs open and he slotted himself between them. Mary moaned into his mouth, feeling a foreign heat between her legs growing. Eddie groaned as well, the soft movement of their bodies together giving some sort of relief to his aching member. Eddie begins kissing down her neck again, and sat up between her legs. He moved hands up her body, the shirt lifting as they trailed towards her breast. The shirt settle just below her breasts. Eddie took a moment to take in her form. Her low lidded eyes and open mouth, the dark blush spreading along her cheeks and chest. Her perfect tits lolled apart because of gravity, the outline of them visible through her shirt. He leaned down and cupped one breast in his hand, palming it gently. He used both hands to lift the shirt over them, then went back to massaging softly. He leaned down to kiss and lick at the nipple of her other breast. Mary moaned sweetly, her heart pounding against her ribs. She felt jolts of electricity every time Eddie’s hot tongue would roll over her pierced nipple. Eddie rocked his hips into her crotch as he moved, feeling the heat of her pussy through the damp fabric of his track pants. He took in the sight of her again, bare and exposed under him. Her pussy was cute and small, a tuft of hair on her Pubic area. He spread her legs wider as he dragged his fingertips down from her knee and over her thigh, barely brushing her soaked cunt. She whined softly, hoisting herself up onto her elbows.
“Eddie…” she sighed out.
“Yeah, sweetheart…?” He met her gaze. She looked nervous, her eyebrows furrowed.
“I’ve um… I’ve never done this before…” she looked away. Eddie’s heart swelled.
“That’s okay baby, we can stop-“ he began, making a move to remove himself from her before she interrupted. “No! I don’t want to stop…” she exclaimed before pausing.
“I just, I wanted to ask… if we could go slow?” She explained, and Eddie cupped her cheek with his hand.
“Of course baby, I wouldn’t rush this for anything. I’ve-“ he leaned down to press a kiss to her lips. “I’ve waited a long time, I’ve wanted to have you like this for a long time. And I’m gonna savor every second. I’m gonna make you feel so good, my pretty girl. I’m gonna take care of you, ok?” He finished. She smiled and nodded happily, before Eddie pressed a kiss on her mouth and trailed down.
“Gonna make you feel so good, baby…” he whispered against her skin. She shivered in anticipation. “So fuckin pretty…” he groans as his mouth finally reaches above her dripping wet pussy. He spreads her legs a bit wider before ghosting a breath over her cunt. “Look at you, all wet for me…” he groans as he brings a finger to her slit and runs it through her folds. Mary keens out a moan and let’s her head fall back. Eddie grins and presses a kiss to her clit, her hips jolting up at the contact.
“That’s right baby, let me take care of you, my pretty girl…” he whispered before he lets his tongue lick from her dripping opening to her swollen clit. Mary sighs out, her face relaxed in pleasure. Eddie licks a few more times before letting his tongue settle over her clit. He slowly caresses the bud with his soft tongue, his hands cupping her hips as he licks. He moans into it, the vibrations making Mary shiver. He gradually sped up, loving the soft sounds Mary let slip from her soft mouth. He brought one of his hands to his mouth, wetting his fingers before letting one settle at her entrance. He continued working on her clit as he gently stroked her pussy with his finger. He breached the hole and felt as her pussy sucked his digit in, and he gently pushed it into her. Mary felt her stomach turn as the sensation amplified her sensitivity. She was a gasping mess under Eddie’s hands and mouth. Eddie pumped his finger in and out a few times before curving the digit inside her. He felt her spongey wall and caressed his finger against it. Mary felt an unfamiliar warmth growing in her stomach as she moaned louder, her noises becoming breathier and breathier the more Eddie continued. He took his finger out and spread her slick onto his other finger before gently coaxing them inside her again. Eddie kept a steady pace on her clit, and he could feel her stomach spasming as she got closer and closer to her release. Eddie moaned against her again as he closed his mouth around her and sucked. Mary cried out and tangled her fingers into Eddie’s hair. He pumped his fingers in and out of her as he flicked his tongue over her clit in quick flicking movements.
“Eddie-mm Eddie! I think I’m gonna-“ Mary’s hand tightened on Eddie’s hair and he grabbed her hip tightly as he felt her squeezing his fingers in release. Mary cried out, quivering as her orgasm ripped through her. Eddie stayed latched onto her, keeping pace with his tongue as his fingers fucked in and out of her to ride her through the pleasure. He took his fingers out of her and brought them up to his mouth, Mary watching as he sucked her slick off his fingers and cleaned them off. He shimmied his track pants off his hips to reveal his strained and leaking cock. It was big, rock hard, and so very fat. Mary was worried it wouldn’t fit. Eddie kneeled down to her pussy again and started lapping into her hole, gathering all of her juices into his mouth. Mary sighed out in pleasure and let him go at it. He pulled himself off her and spit the mixture of his saliva and her juices into his palm. Mary blushed as she realized what he had done, and she eyed him as he pumped his dick with their combined slick. He groaned at the sensation, eyes fluttering shut momentarily before he leaned down and pressed hot open mouth kissed to Mary’s mouth. She moaned into him and wrapped her arms around his shoulders. Eddie broke the kiss to press his forehead against hers, their damp hair sticking to their foreheads.
“Look at me, princess.” Eddie whispered and Mary opened her doe eyes, them meeting in a soft loving gaze.
“I’m gonna put it in, ok? And if it hurts we can stop.” He whispers. Mary nods, her eyes not leaving his. Eddie guided his dick to the entrance of her vagina, swiping it along her folds a few times. He felt the dip where her entrance was, hot against his cock. He pushed in lightly, watching Mary’s face intently to make sure she wasn’t in any pain. Mary was gasping softly, eyebrows slightly furrowed but her eyes were bright with lust.
“Fuck, you’re so tight, baby. So fucking tight, god…” Eddie groaned as his head breached her.
“How you feeling, is it sore?” He asked gentle.
“Mmm, feels so good.” Mary responded with a sultry moan. Eddie smirked at her, still pushing into her warmth.
“That it, that’s my girl… taking me in so fuckin well…” Eddie was breathy, mouth open and hot as he got halfway in. Mary’s gaze was faltering, her eyes going hazy and unfocused. She squeezed them shut with a sharp gasp when Eddie buried himself inside her entirely. Mary felt the burning stretch around his girth cock, the pain was hot and white, while the pleasure was warm and spread itself across her face and chest. There was silence as Eddie composed himself, his heart feeling like it would burst out of his chest at any moment.
“God you feel so fucking good baby, doing so good for me so fucking good to me-“ he rasped out. Mary smiled wryly, “can I move, baby? Are you ready?” Eddie asks sincerely. “Mm, maybe…” Mary rasped out, eyes still closed tightly. He pressed a kiss to her nose.
“I’ll wait until you’re sure, okay? There’s no rush.” he finishes with a swift kiss to her lips. She opens her eyes, a few tears falling down her cheeks.
“Eddie…” she whispers softly. He presses their foreheads together again, his eyes soft and worried.
“Yeah baby? You want to stop? Are you hurting?” He asks. She shakes her head.
“M okay, I just…” she presses a soft lingering kiss to his lips.
“I never thought this would ever happen…” she breathes out a laugh. “I’ve had a crush on you since the day I saw you and- I’ve been away for so long I thought I’d lost my chance, however small it might’ve been.” She giggles lightly, a few more tears falling from her eyes.
“I never thought you would’ve given me a second glance, but to hear we were both just waiting for a moment to finally be close enough together… it’s kind of comical…” Eddie laughed as well.
“I feel the exact same way. I really never thought you even knew I existed… but here we are.” He finished, a warm silence filling the van. He smiled at her, she smiled at him.
“Here we are.” She responded, pressing a soft kiss to his lips. Eddie deepened the kiss, cupping a hand around her cheek. He felt her arms tighten around his neck, her body pressing against his. Eddie felt her clenching around him, hot and wet and so fucking soft. Her legs pulled him closer as they wrapped around his waist. He removed his hand from her cheek and let it fall to her thigh, coaxing it around him. He felt her rolling her hips to him and he took the hint. Slowly, tentatively, he pulled out slightly. He sunk his hips back in slowly, groaning deep in his throat. Mary sighed sweetly and smiled into the kiss. He repeated the movement a few times, slow and steady.
“How does it feel? Are you ok?” He rasps against her lips. She nods softly.
“So good…” she whispers before she kissed him deeply. Eddie groans as he begins picking up the pace. If he was being honest, he’d admit he was worried. She was so tight, so small under him. He’d never forgive himself if he hurt her, even on accident. His worries slowly disappeared with each thrust. He felt her falling apart beneath him, her having to break their kiss to moan and gasp. She buried her face into his neck, and he enjoyed the way her breaths would brush against his skin when she exhaled. His cock filled her pretty pussy up like it was made for it. Mary let her arms fall from his neck and settle above her head. Her eyes were closed, eyebrows furrowed as she let breathy moans fall from her lips. Eddie leaned down to suck marks onto her tits, a hand interlocking into her raised hands. Eddie began snapping his hips against her, groaning out low and slow. He sat up and kneeled above her. His hands cupped her waist as he pulled her against his thrusts. He growled as he watched her unravel. Her fat tits bounced with each thrusts, her arms thrown over her eyes to cover them. Her mouth was open, sweet sweet noises falling from her thick lips. “You’re so fucking gorgeous, baby, fuckin gorgeous…” he grunted out. He felt a familiar heat growing in his stomach as he got closer and closer. He removed a hand from her hip and sucked on his thumb, slicking it up before beginning to rub on her swollen clit.
Mary moaned out nice and loud, “Oh fuck, Eddie- don’t stop, please!” She screamed, panting out desperate breaths.
“You getting close again, princess? You gonna come for me again?” Eddie whispered.
“So good-so close…” she breathed out. Eddie smirked. “That’s my good girl, come for me- my pretty girl..” Eddie pounded in and out of her, wet smacking noises sounded throughout the van. Eddie felt his release coming closer, and he could feel Mary’s walls fluttering around him.
“I’m gonna come, baby!” He yelled out, pumping a few more times before he felt his cock twitching. Eddie leaned down over her and attached their lips in a wet open mouthed kiss. He felt her thighs begin to shake as she moaned into the kiss. He grunted out as he felt his cock shooting his cum deep inside her. He pressed his hips harder and harder into her, his hips bones digging into the fat flesh of her thighs.
“You’re so fucking perfect, feel so fucking good baby, fuck….” Eddie groaned out as he slowed his hips, kissing her cheeks and nose.
“I- so good, Eddie…” she moaned out as she finished. Eddie sighed against her lips, and pressed one final kiss against them. It was slow and languid. Their hands slowly explored each others bodies, interlocking as they finished. Eddie slowly pulled out, Mary wincing as he did.
“Are you ok??” Eddie asked in a worried tone.
“M ok, just a little sore I guess? First time n all..” Mary smiled reassuringly. Eddie pouted. “I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to-“ Mary pressed a kiss to his lips. “It’s ok! It’s not so bad. It felt amazing…” she smiled. Eddie’s eyebrows relaxed.
“You’re sure? Positive?” Eddie cupped both her cheeks with his hands and pressed kisses to them.
“Yes, Eddie, I’m ok!” She giggled, the kisses tickling her cheeks.
“If you say so baby, but let me know if it starts getting really bad…” he finished with a sweet peck to her lips. She gave him one in return, their eyes meeting. They smiled softly at each other, just taking in each others faces.
“God… you’re so god damn beautiful.” Eddie sighed out. Mary smiled in response, her eyes almost entirely closed.
“You are also very beautiful.” She responds matter of factly. “Me? Nah, I’m rugged, I look way older than I am, too.” Eddie responded in a playful tone.
“No no no, you are beautiful, Eddie Munson. No debate.” She beamed back at him. He stroked her cheeks with his thumbs.
“Well, you’re the boss.” He smiled back and kissed her again.
“I will never get tired of that.” He says, kissing her again. Her face frowned slightly.
“Eddie…” She begins. Eddie’s smile fades as well, the warmth swelling in his chest being replaced by anxiety. It came back with a vengeance, his breathing quickening and palms got sweaty immediately.
“I have to go back to Penn State in 2 weeks…” she says sadly. Eddie feels something snap in his chest, he thought it might be his heart. Mary felt a pang in her chest when his puppy dog eyes brimmed with tears.
“That’s ok! We can- we can still be together, right? I only have a month and a bit left before I graduate, we can do long distance ‘til then and-“ Eddie gushes, his big big eyes frantic and searching. Mary let a sad smile grace her lips. “And what happens after?”
Eddie stops, mouth agape. His eyebrows fell as he thought.
“I can- maybe I can move up with you? To Pennsylvania?” He finishes with a desperate look in his eyes.
“Are you sure? I mean, you’ve lived in Hawkins your entire life- and you’d come to Pennsylvania? To be with me?” Mary asked, her expression mirroring his as she spoke.
“I’ve known I loved you since I was a 12 years old- I have you now and I’m- dammit I’m never letting you go again.” Eddie is deadly serious, his eyebrows now furrowed in worry, determination and passion. Mary looks like a deer in the headlights, a soft blush gracing her face.
“You- you’d really wanna come up to Pennsylvania to be with me?” she whispers, blinking slowly. Eddie nods his head furiously in confirmation. He’d never been more sure about anything in his entire life.
“In a heartbeat.” He finishes with a piercing gaze. Mary felt her heart swell.
“I-“ she began. She screwed her eyes shut, crinkling her nose as she thought. She decided that in that moment, she would never let Eddie go either. That it was somehow destiny that had brought her back to him. It had to be.
“I love you.” She spoke as her eyes opened and met with Eddie’s.
There was only a second before Eddie’s lips were crashing on him, all desperation and hunger. She kisses back just as ferociously, their tongues clashing and noses smooshing into cheeks. The desperate noises they made filled the van up as the outlined the shape of each others bodies with their hands, memorizing each other’s every dip and curve. Eddie wrapped Mary’s legs around his bare waist and he felt her already soaking pussy against the underside of his cock that was pressed against it. Eddie grinded against her as they continued to kiss, and he felt her hand travel down his chest to reach his aching cock. She pumped it a few times to spread her slick around him before she positioned it at her entrances. Eddie let himself sink in slowly as they continued to kiss. It was tighter than before, underprepared but so eager it sucked him in deeper and deeper. He grunted and moaned against her lips with no care, bundling her up in his arms as he thrusted into her. Mary keened out and began moaning in a high breathy voice. Eddie was lost in her sea of love, and all he wanted to do was fill her up with his. They grabbed and pawed and caressed each other the entire time, kissing and brushing noses together. Eddie watched her face as she came hard, his name tumbling over and over again from her sweet mouth. He grabbed her cheeks and replaced the words with his tongue, not letting her get a breath in as he rammed wildly into her. She felt her head throb and lungs scream with the lack of oxygen but it heightened her pleasure 10 fold and before she knew it she was creaming all over Eddie’s dick, the liquid coating both of their thighs. Eddie broke his breath-stealing kiss to look down at her body writhing in pleasure as he continued to pound relentlessly into her. He smirked darkly as he looked up at her.
“You don’t know what you do to me, baby…” his eyes rolled back into his skull as he threw his head back, howling in pleasure as he fucked into her and pumped his cum deep inside, pushing it in even further with every stuttering thrusts of his hips. They both rasped in heavy breaths as Eddie pulled his soft dick out of her fucked-out hole. He collapsed next to her before rolling on his back, and he pulled Mary close to his chest. She settled into it like she was meant to be there, instantly melting into the embrace and praying to whatever god created her to make this her afterlife when she died. They breathed each others smell in, and in the haze of sleep overtaking Mary’s body she heard his reply rumble in his chest.
“I love you too.”
#eddie#eddie munson#eddie munson x female reader#eddie munson x fem!reader smut#eddie munson smut#eddie munson fanfic#eddie munson stranger things#stranger things#eddie stranger things
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oho!! there's a bunch of intriguing things on your list, feel free to pick one if this is Too Much: evil annie/abed, girlhood is like godhood begging to be believed, vanessa blair, amy ainsley AU, elizabeth / sansa, and jenny/blair wedding dress?
ok *pulls sleeves up and gets ready to type*
Most of these there isn't too much of, so I can speak briefly about them and share some excerpts, no problem.
evil annie/abed
this is 100% because you and @bohemicns wrote those excellent fics for the mutually assured destruction ficathon, what can one do.
I'm not exaggerating when I say there's little content for some of these. This is all I have for this fic:
evil annie, which he takes to calling her, is a creature whose sole intent is to mesmerize. this is the only way he manages to make sense of how he feels when she looks at him.
I don't care about a plot, when have I ever, what I do want to see is Abed's attempts to ~narratively explain to himself his attraction towards Evil!Annie.
girlhood is like godhood begging to be believed
This is one of those things that doesn't have a single word to it, it's just an idea. I am a big Dangerous Liaisons fan, and am not opposed to indulging in Greek myth, let us say, so I thought to myself, why not both? *El Dorado gif*
I wanted to take the whole cast of the four siblings and add some adjacent dumbasses (cassandra, ok, any excuse to add cassandra is a good excuse). So we have clytemnestra, castor, pollux, helen & cassandra. We have a dangerous liaisons AU. That is all.
(Also, I was a big fan of Castor and Pollux in the original Sailor Moon anime. Make of that what you will.)
Now when I look at all this, I'm not even sure how this title got here. Maybe from a ficathon? *shrugs shoulders*
vanessa blair
The world would've been a better place if we could've gotten a Vanessa/blair friendship. I want basically Dan/Blair, but with Vanessa. If no one else writes it, I will have to.
Vanessa walks into the woman soon be known as Blair exactly like the sleep-deprived freshwoman (thank you very much) disaster she is, looking over some shots of the yard taken on her phone yesterday when she was considering shooting her next video there.
That is literally all I have.
amy ainsley AU
Now, this I have more of. Maybe this was for an exchange or sth? I know I never posted it, or finished it. Amy is Amy March from Little Women, transported into The West Wing to annoy & make Ainsely fall in love with her.
This one has more meat on its bones, but not sure how I would go about continuing it.
Ainsley, as a rule, hates being prejudiced, but she's also not come where she's come without using a few mental shortcuts on her way from there to here, and from where Ainsley's standing both generally in life, as a Deputy White House Council, a black sheep of a Republican in a Democratic administration, and specifically, on this staff meeting, well - Amy smells of Massachusetts, her stated home state, amongst other things; reeks of it even, a poster child of inadequate driving skills (telling a tale of hitting a lamp post in Boston, albeit discreetly, but Ainsley overheard it anyway), nursing what Ainsley knows is the cheapest and by far the worst coffee in a one-mile radius, skipping over some of her Rs, though not all of them, and last but not fucking least there is the mind-shattering liberalism obvious from -- well, maybe it's not obvious in the usual sense of the word, and maybe Ainsley will have to concede her brain's jump-to-conclusionness, but yeah, it's not like Ainsley to be wrong about these kinds of things.
elizabeth / sansa
best crossover ever. @kwritten wrote one once and it was glorious. what i had in mind was elizabeth swann as the pirate king, and sansa, after she jumps off the cliff in whatever season it was.
It - he - she - Elizabeth cannot tell yet, is a castaway. She thinks she saw the shape of a dress, but it might not have been dress. What she definitely has seen - and this is impressive - and Elizabeth does not impress easily these days, is that the dress-carrying-the-for-now-genderless being jumped off the top of the cliff. Elizabeth's done crazy things in her day, her day being yesterday and also tomorrow, but she's never jumped off a cliff this high. It's impressive, this person is impressive, and Elizabeth is impressed, still, when she steps into the rowboat herself, telling Gibbs to man the ship and wait for her for an hour.
"Keep a weather eye on the horizon."
Gibbs nods. If he is dissatisfied, he does not show it, and this pleases Elizabeth, who does not wish him to show his feelings always when he has them.
jenny blair wedding dress
"Hello, Blair. I hear you need a kick ass seamstress."
"And clearly, God hates me, because what I got is you."
"Charming, Blair."
"Do you have something to wear for the wedding?"
"Please little - please Jenny - this is Serena's wedding we're talking about, I had the outfit picked out before your brother decided to man up and propose."
I originally wanted this to just be fun shenanigans. I don't know what I want anymore. It's supposed to be Jenny dropping by to make Serena's wedding dress, on Blair's orders. And then, shenanigans.
Done! I'd love to hear your thoughts on any/all of these!
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TMI Tuesday
Okay, so before I start, and because I love this fandom so much, and I’m just so happy to see the Rumbelle fandom thriving, here is a quick PSA. It’s been said before, but, I’m saying this again for a number of reasons.
We are a terrific fandom, who have new people still joining the fandom (or maybe coming out of lurking) even after many, many years of the show being off the air. We also have some incredibly talented writers and artist providing new content for us daily, weekly... frequently. A lot of them hold down full time jobs, care for families, have lives outside of the fandom so the time that these creators devote to our fandom in all the myriad ways is precious. It should be celebrated, and at the very least acknowledged, because that time spent is not without cost to the creators.
So if you read a fic you enjoy on AO3 or on Tumblr, please take the time to comment and/or leave kudos.
It is not a tired old litany to say that it is these things that encourage creators to continue and push through that difficult scene, or that tricky lighting effect etc. in their current work, to be able to bring it to the readers and viewers, it is the honest truth, and creators that feel ignored, who feel their work is not valued or good enough for recognition can become discouraged to the point of falling into the pit of, “why bother? No one cares,” and that, frankly, is hugely disappointing, and hurtful to the fandom as a whole.
Okay, jumping down off my soap box now.. except.. wait!
Congratulations to those six writers who have moved on to round 2 of this year’s @rumbelleshowdown. They are currently working on their fics, so as we wait patiently to be able to read those fics, let’s cheer them on!
So here we are at the beginning (more or less) of another sunny Tuesday. Here’s what I’ve been up to this week, and I am (hopefully) looking forward to answering your asks. Here is a link to my inbox.
Posted this week:
Secret of the Seas - chapter 2
Belle and Ruby take a much needed vacation, treating themselves to a fourteen day cruise. Jefferson is Head Miixologist aboard the ship, Secret of the Seas, and Gold is Deck Nine Supervisor, and amid much flirting, and false starts, holiday romances and forbidden loves ensue. Written from the Rumbelle Bingo prompts: Bed sharing, Vulnerability, Jefferson, Pesky Royals, Roses.
On the cards for this week:
Disparate Pathways - Chapter 41
Gold has a past, a past that he has rejected, but it seems one that will not let him go. Belle, daughter of Governor Maurice French has been kidnapped, along with her mother, and just as the authorities raid the organization that is holding her hostage, decides to make her own bid for freedom, unknowingly derailing an undercover sting, and Agent Milnor has not choice but to take her into ‘protective custody,’ but is he all that he seems? As the threads of the story grow more tangled and the threat to Belle, and to Gold, her appointed protector, grow ever more real, a growing, mutual attraction makes everything far more desperate and far too personal for Gold to ignore what he knows to be the truth.
Next up:
Lover’s Leap Series - Part 14
Rumplestiltskin has fallen foul of a fairy curse, and Belle volunteers to take on the curse herself in order to help break it.
Ask suggestions
Ask something about any of my fics (full list is below the cut). If you want specifics from some fics that are already outlined, you can ask about:
Disparate Pathways, Chapters 41 through 54
All Our Past Mistakes, Chapters 11 through 44
Lover’s Leap Series, Stories 14 through 31
Time’s Curse, Chapters 4 through 10
Ask something of any of my characters in general or you can get really specific if you like - for example you might want to ask Gold from Pawn Shop a question about a chapter, a thought, a feeling… (the world is your oyster really)
Ask about my process as a writer, what makes me tick,, or even ask about me personally.
Also, if you want to see a specific character or fic featured in Secret Saturday, feel free to send in prompts, if no one does, then the choice will be random.
You can find all my fics here, and there is a full list under the cut.
Storybrooke’s Best Kept Secret - Rumbelle
Darkness In Hyperion Heights - woven beauty au
Seven Tastes - Rumbelle
Tuesday - Rushbelle au
The Language of Flowers Series - Rumbelle
Disparate Pathways - Rumbelle
Scattered - Rumbelle
All Our Past Mistakes - Rumbelle
What the Actual Fuck! - Sutherelle
Breathe - Rushbelle
The Lover’s Leap Series - Rumbelle
Awakening - Rumbelle
War Is Coming To Storybrooke - Rumbelle
Given No Choice - Rush
Thoughts On A Happy Ending Series - Rumbelle
Darker Hearts Series - Wish!Rumbelle
Modern Wonders - a OUAT/Alice crossover
Time’s Curse - Rumbelle
The Pawn Shop On Main Street - Rumbelle
The Mansion On the Edge of Town - Rumbelle with a side of Jefferson
Cobra: In Your Prayers - Cobra/FatWS/UC:Undercover et al
To See Series - Rumbelle
Nobody Knew (Bingo)
Secret of the Seas
Here are fics that haven’t yet been started, but are in the Muse’s bucket.
The Miner’s Day Festival - Rumbelle
Aftermath - Rumbelle (with a side of madness)
Saving The Dark One (WT) A twist on a twist of Rumplestiltskin.
Brought To You By The Color… (Red)
Calcul(us)
(In)consistent equation
The Boston Storybrooke Line
Breaking the Waves (Movie AU)
ILP (or IEP) for Rumple.
One Last Wish
In Service to My Son
Playground Games
Bright Eyed and Bushy Tailed
“Only Remembered For What We Have Done.”
#rumbelle#TMI Tuesday#asks#send asks#send me asks#ask me anything#ama#feel free to prompt me#psa#the rumbelle showdown
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Eddie/Buddie 516 Meta - Part 3
This is a 3-part meta series about Eddie in May Day with the juicy Buddie content all woven into it. Yeah, this whole thing got away from me in terms of length so my bad.
Part 1
Part 2
Part 3 - you are here
Carson & the Basement
Others have noted the important line where Carson says that he’s going to the basement to “connect the power to this thing”. The basement is such a metaphor for the things we hide and bury and avoid within ourselves. But true to life, the things that we hide in ourselves can also be sources of great healing and personal power when we face them and deal with them. Metro Dispatch is Eddie so everything that happens down in the basement is Buddie relevant imo.
Carson connects two high voltage cables and we get an arc blast. The other huge line that everyone raves about. The writers are cray and I love them. The cables are for the CAS. Remember, in this fever dream that I’ve chronicled here, the CAS is trauma management/recovery. Down here in the basement with good old queer Carson, the relevant trauma in question is loudly Buck-related.
Carson connects the cables – Buck and Eddie – and the old system’s wiring – ie Eddie’s psyche - can’t handle it. We get an explosion which we can equate with confusion, fear, feelings of losing control and also love, desire, and self-discovery that he’s not quite prepared for right now, etc. The suppression/repression blanket keeps Carson/Buck from being unalived as a romantic option in Eddie’s subconscious but Carson/Buck is still injured and stuck in the basement!!! It’s fascinating that Josh knows where Carson is and is the one to send help to get him out. Also interesting is Carson trying to call for help. There’s no signal and no one can hear him down there because the building is on fire. That read to me as Buck’s efforts to get Eddie to talk about the shooting in 502 AND 514 with no luck because Eddie still isn’t ready.
While tending to Carson, Buck and Eddie are working together seamlessly. Bless. Carson’s leg is broken. Buck soon launches into the tale of his own leg injury and the blood clots. Eddie quickly stops him. I’ve already written about Eddie’s plea for Buck to stop talking about the crush and the clots in an earlier post so I won’t add more about that to this post.
Begin unhinged oh moment theory // We know Buck had his leg injury at the end of s2 and the show hasn’t brought it up in any profound trauma-specific way since that time. So why now? Why in an ep about Eddie’s trauma healing arc? Legs can be symbolic of our foundation and grounding (eg standing firm), but also movement (eg wherever my legs carry me or being on the run). Carson got his leg injury in the arc blast. No more dancing around he and Josh’s mutual attraction. Buck got his leg injury in the ladder truck blast and has been running from all manner of issue, including his growing feelings for Eddie. Here's my theory: Eddie started to realize that he had feelings of a romantic sort for Buck after the ladder truck explosion which was pretty soon after Shannon died. That ish has been rolling around in Eddie’s basement since then! Just below his conscious awareness but still accessible if he’s not actively working on ignoring it or allowing himself to be distracted like with Ana. Basically, I think Eddie’s oh moment was sooner than most of the fandom has theorized.
Remember the distress on Eddie’s face when Buck started talking about the clots. He was begging him to stop talking. Partially because he’s in trauma recovery mode and he doesn’t want to be thinking about that while at work and partially because the crush and the clot talk is dredging up his subconscious romantic interest in Buck that started way back then and has been buried ever since. The shooting and hostage situations just brought those pre-existing feelings closer to the surface again. Eddie’s trauma and their shared stressful job masks the romantic stuff but he knows what’s behind the mask and he’s not feeling ready/brave enough to deal quite yet. Bonus: the nightmare portion of Eddie’s dream in Dumb Luck started with a bullet wound to his own leg. That links Eddie to a leg injury as well that’s trauma relevant for just him, without reference to Buck. But it also might point to when Eddie realized the beginning of the end of his marriage with Shannon even though he had no intention to divorce her. Remember, that picture he stares at after getting shot in Eddie Begins had Shannon’s image folded to the back! He was focused on Chris, not Shannon and her voice over during that scene was about getting back to Chris, not her despite the fact that they were very much married at the time. // End unhinged oh moment theory
I think it’s super important that Eddie had to go down into the basement, figure out and name what happened (he’s the one who says it was an arc blast), take point on the rescue, AND BRING CARSON/BUCK OUT OF THE BASEMENT AS A ROMANTIC INTEREST (though he’s not an actual romantic option in s5 because of Taylor and Eddie’s own healing arc). I legit believe that Eddie is fully aware of his feelings for Buck as of May Day though nothing has been said in canon yet. Like Josh with Carson, Eddie knows that boyfriend!Buck is in the basement! A part of Eddie ie Josh wants Buck saved from that dark lonely place and they begin that process by having Buddie rescue Carson.
God Has Spoken
So Buck and Eddie have saved Carson. Then they wordlessly move together IN SYNC side by side to save Bobby - running physically closer to each other than is necessary or even advisable. Like if they weren’t wearing fire boots they would have tripped on each other’s shoelaces, they were so close! Anyway. God speaks and we get that moment where it looks like Eddie’s running to Buck but Buck’s moment here is about Taylor probably realizing that Lucy is the one Buck kissed. For Eddie’s part, he knows that Buck is still with Taylor and Eddie’s still healing and figuring things out for himself so we don’t get any huge out-loud aha moment. We actually get more of Eddie’s usual MO. He’s hanging out at the hospital talking with Buck but because we aren’t given their conversation on screen, we can assume nothing earth-shaking is discussed.
What we do get is that interesting moment at the very end of the season (518) when Eddie returns to active firefighter duty. It stood out to me that Eddie entered that scene alone and he did not make eye contact with Buck. He also had a serious facial expression and almost seemed to be actively avoiding eye contact with Buck. He also made sparse eye contact with Buck in Hero Complex even though they were being domestic af. He made limited eye contact in Starting Over as well during the wall repair scene.
All of the above is why the Eddie and Chris scene in Starting Over, about Eddie’s upcoming therapy appointment, hit me so hard. His pensive expression screamed, “I’m about to tell my therapist I’m queer”! Not the only possibility for the start of Eddie’s canonical sexuality arc but it sure would be interesting if they go that route. Really at this point they could take almost any route, I just need them to take the Buddie show on the road!
Okay, I’m done. Thanks for hanging in there with me!
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General PSA
I’ve seen a number of Arcana blogs following me lately so I feel the need to put this out there.
I do not support Nix Hydra, and their past or current devs/admin. They have a consistent history of creating and/or supporting racist, antisemitic, and sexist content, and they routinely attract people with similar ideologies and only lift those voices up while silencing voices of POC and other marginalized communities.
I will not be going into further detail, because at this point, all of the work has been done already by others who have done more research than I am capable of in explaining Nix Hydra’s actions against the mentioned communities—most of which can be found by searching the Arcana game tag or the company’s tag.
However, I am also very much not in support of the Arcana fandom as a whole. This blog has been OC-centric for the past seven months, and the only Arcana content I support is that created by my mutuals and close friends, all of whom know how to interact with diverse and sensitive topics in respectful and thoughtful ways. Many newer fans of the game, or new to tumblr fans have no concept of the harmful stereotypes and ideas that get constantly recycled here and I am very much over them, and over explaining why they’re as harmful as they are.
This includes (but is not limited to)
Treating Lucio as a misunderstood trauma victim incapable of taking responsibility for the wrongs he has committed against almost every other main LI in the game
Infantilizing Muriel and/or treating him as a “savage” character who has no idea how the world works and needs to be saved and brought to “civilization” by the MC
Villainizing Nadia, the mature brown woman in a position of power, as a greedy, violent person who is the “real” villain, and leaving her out of posts with the other LIs
Referring to Asra, the canonically nonbinary LI with gender specific terms such as “man,” “boy,” or “husband” when no such terms are ever used for him in the game
Ignoring the Jewish coding behind the Devorak siblings—specifically the antisemitism around the design of Julian—and continuing to use them in posts about Christian holidays/concepts/AUs
If you have followed this blog in hopes of seeing more Arcana content, or assumed that because I haven’t said anything recently about Nix Hydra I support them, I would ask that you unfollow me. At this point I don’t want to interact with those who do not respect POC and minority voices, and I don’t want them to be interacting with anything I create.
This post is not an invitation to start discussion; I am not interested in any kind of debate.
This blog is for me to post about my OCs, my friends’ OCs, and the worlds we have created together, all of which are far more nuanced and diverse than anything Nix Hydra could ever dream of creating. If you aren't interested in any of that, or if you take offense to anything said here, feel free to exit stage left.
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