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warmaidensrevenge · 2 months

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It's not a never.

Pairings: Eddie x fem!best friend Plus size reader

A/N: Happy Sunday loves. Here I present the final part in this series. It's a bit steamy if you ask me. So ready your naughty bits. As always thanks for reading. Please feel free to share and comment your thoughts. It really gives me a boost of dopamine that I crave. So anything is awesome. Kay love ya. Byyyyyeeee.

I do not give permission for my work to be posted anywhere else. Please respect all creators. Also, all pictures and songs are from a Google search and found on Spotify. A huge thank you and credit to the original posters and artists.

Word count: 3,824

Warnings: 18+ No minors please. Angst, language, sexual implications, sexual situations, p&v, oral (both receiving), unprotected sex and mentions of alcohol use. Not proof read

Part 4: Right now

Summary: Time goes by. But feelings still remain.

The farewell was in fact unbearable. It hurt Eddie like hell. But what hurt the most was a year after. College life became hectic for you. Which caused letters and phone calls to lessen.

Then the guys got a big break. It was a small record label with very little rapport. But it was one he had a good feeling about. They made a deal for one full album and a few shows to promote it.

It was a very busy year that turned into two. Then three.

Before any of them knew it, they were playing sold out shows.

Things were working out. His dreams were coming true. But he never forgot about that girl with the sweet little smile. Though it has been some time since he saw it. He was fortunate enough to see it again one summer night in that third year.

The band was performing at one of their favorite places one hot night. They loved it because it was on a rooftop. Where they could see most of the city.

Tonight though, Eddie could only focus on the pretty girl with the small smile he almost forgot if it weren't for the prom picture he kept in his wallet.

The second the set was over, he jumped off the stage and ran to you. Obviously dodging the groupies and fans asking for autographs.

You yelped when he embraced you. Surprised when he picked you up a little.

“ Oh shit! I can't believe this!” He said when he planted you back down.

You giggled. “Hi Eddie.”

He leaned back a little and grinned like crazy. “ When did-” He was cut off by the rest of his buddies.

He took a few steps back to let everyone have their turn with you. To be honest he needed the minute to get over the shock of seeing you.

One thing led to another and you guys went out for drinks then ended up back at their apartment.

The whole night you guys were hanging off each other. Loving glances were shared and every word you said sounded like a love spell to him. And that didn't end when it was just you two.

Everyone else went to bed and he wasn't tired at all. So why end the night? Who knows when he was gonna see you again.

“ Ehem. So Eddie?” You said, putting your half empty glass on the coffee table. “ How many times do I have to squeeze your thigh to get you to kiss me?”

He laughed nervously.

You gave him a sexy sly grin. “ Common I've been flirting with you all night.”

He cleared his throat and smirked while you moved closer to him. It was true. You were flirting. He was too. And he shouldn't have.

You reached up to move his bangs to the side. After you rested your hand much closer to his genitals.

He quickly put a hand on yours. Just in case you decided to touch him further. “ Ummm…” he mumbled and met your beautiful eyes.

If things were different, he wouldn't question a damn thing and take you right here and now. Maybe even on the floor and the kitchen counter. Definitely fuck you in the shower and again on his bed. But he couldn't.

He exhaled. “ I'm kinda seeing someone.”

You practically jumped back. Pulling your hand away in the process. He could see how red you were getting from embarrassment.

“ Crap! Ed- I'm…uhhhh I'm sorry. I should go.”

You stood up and without thinking he grabbed your arm and stood up too.

“ No! I mean. Please don't go.”

You looked at him and shook your head. “ No I should. I've embarrassed myself enough for a lifetime.”

You tried to go but he gently pulled you back and cupped the sides of your face.

“ Common kid. Don't be embarrassed. I was flirting too.” He hung his head a little. “ I shouldn't have but…it's you.”

He felt your warm soft hands on his. Making him meet your eyes.

“ Eddie I- I'm sorry. I didn't mean to come and -”

“ No. You did nothing wrong. It was me. I should've said I was seeing someone sooner…but seriously, don't go. I-I've missed you…So fuckin much.”

You bit your lip and nodded. “ Okay. But you have to sit on the other side of the couch.”

He dropped his hands and held onto yours. “ Yeah, or I'm gonna have to make a phone call and become single.”

Your eyes widened. “ I'm flattered, but probably don't do that.”

You both grinned at one another before returning to the couch. Talking until the sun came up.

For Eddie it was heartbreaking saying goodbye to you that next morning. You were still that funny, sweet, affectionate girl from highschool. You were still the person he could talk to for hours without a care in the world. And he remembered the love that he still had for you.

What he learned last night was that you were so busy with school that you didn't have time to date. He also found out that college was much harder than you thought it was gonna be. So hard that you changed your major twice.

Eventually, you found something you really saw yourself doing. Career wise that is. And he was happy for you. Just like how you were happy for him and the guys.

Still, there was still something between you two. Something he wished he could explore. Something that just flowed with you. It was as if you guys picked up from where you left off.

It irked him. It bothered him so much that he actually opened up to his girlfriend about it.

At first she was quiet, then she got pissed. Eventually, she calmed down and broke up with him. And to be honest it didn't really affect him that much. Sure he liked her. She was fun to be around. But after talking to you, he realized he never had a decent conversation with her. It was just partying and sex mostly.

It wasn't her fault though. It was him. He never cared to open up to anyone besides his friends. Maybe it was because he thought no one would understand or get him. Get his quirks or quips. They probably wouldn't get his music tastes or like his nerdy side. Or maybe he didn't want anyone to. Perhaps it was because he still had hope for you. Hope that was instilled in him over the best pancakes in the world.

Either way it would be another 4 years until he would see you again.

…

Jeff was getting married. To Connie, in Hawkins. Everyone was invited and Eddie, Gareth and Grant were his groomsmen. They were all his best men cuz he couldn't choose one.

Which was such a grueling task. Helping with the wedding and planning a bachelor party took up a lot of time.

But besides all that, Eddie was looking forward to seeing one guest. One very important guest. The pretty girl he's been corresponding to for the past four years.

He got in touch after you left New York. And kept up contact. He didn't want to disconnect again. Lose you again.

Though nothing was ever said about getting together, he anticipated that after the wedding he was gonna leave with you. Finally getting to that right now you had mentioned seven years ago.

He was near the entrance of the church, saying his hellos with the rest of the wedding party when he saw you.

Everything around him seemed to slow down as you exited the car and fixed your royal blue dress. You looked around and smiled at the people you knew. Then you went to help your mom out of the car.

He absolutely could not look away. You were a knockout. Absolutely gorgeous.

What were the chances he could sneak you out of the party and make love somewhere? Maybe he could convince you to leave early.

He suddenly felt a jab in the ribs.

“ Ouch! What the fu-” he groaned as he looked at Gareth who was nodding towards Jeff's grandma. “ Oh right!” He uttered, holding out his elbow for her. “ Hello there young lady, I am to escort you to your VIP spot.”

She hit him with an ohh you and took his arm. He looked back to see if he could catch your eye. But it wasn't until the ceremony that he did.

With a big smile you lifted your hand. Giving him a little wave. He smirked and looked down. Continuing down the aisle.

Damn! He thought. He really wanted you to be a part of the wedding party.

Originally you were, but you had just started a new job and couldn't get away for rehearsals or any planning. So you opted to only be a guest. Which sucked for him because now he had to look at the happy couple instead of staring at you.

Once he got to the altar he met your gaze again. He knew he must look crazy grinning the way he was. But he didn't care. The girl he was in love with was in the same town, at the same place he was. And he was gonna make sure he left with you.

The vows and I do’s were said and the pastor gave the bride and groom the go ahead for a kiss.

Eddie looked over at you and you had tears of joy falling from your eyes. He pulled out his handkerchief and took a few steps towards you. Asking for the person sitting in front of you to hand it off.

You blushed and wiped the tears away while he went back to his spot. Gareth nudged him, but he didn't care. He had to make sure you were good.

At this point he would do anything for you. He would give anything to be with you. He'd say anything and everything he could just to see you smile. And for a second he pictured what his life would be like with you.

Applause broke out and he clapped along as Jeff and Connie walked back down the aisle together. Once they were at the end, the guys and bridesmaids followed.

He looked at you again and you were talking to your dad. However, you met his eyes as he passed and mouthed a thank you.

He nodded and planned on circling back around so that he could get to you. Unfortunately, he had to go in the limo as soon as they walked out.

Apparently word mysteriously got out that Jeff was getting married. So there were paparazzi and a handful of fans waiting outside the chapel.

It was a good thing that they had security on standby just in case this happened.

Everyone was escorted into the car and rushed off.

Jeff was pissed but Connie calmed him down. Saying that to not let it ruin their day.

Eddie smiled to himself. He was happy for his friend. Jeff had found the girl he was meant to be with. Even with the band getting bigger and the crazy schedules. One of his best friends got to spend the rest of his life with someone who calmed him. Who accepted him for all that he is and truly made him happy.

Eddie was a little envious of it. Still, he was completely overjoyed for his buddy.

He wanted that. More than anything, he wanted you. So it was his prerogative to be with you.

Everyone had to show their invitations to get into the dance hall. But once in, the music was going and drinks were being served.

Eddie waited patiently by the door. Nearly jumping up and down. Excited to finally get to talk to you.

While giving security your invitation you locked eyes with him and smiled from ear to ear.

You looked away for a second then followed your parents in.

He said hello to everyone as they made their way down the line to the newly Weds. Finally it was your dad's turn. They shook hands and your mom was next.

“ Why hello there, gorgeous. You are a vision.”

Victoria blushed and gave him a playful smack. “ Stop it.”

He laughed and gave her a hug.

At last, it was your turn.

“ Hi Eddie.”

He stood there with his lips together and an eyebrow raised. Giving you his flirtatious smile. “ Hi baby.”

You tilted your head to the side and raised both brows. “ Baby?”

He beamed at you and grabbed your hand. Pulling you closer to him. “ Yeah. You're my baby girl now.”

Before you could say anything, he pulled you into a long warm hug. Rocking you from side to side. Making you laugh.

Grant cleared his throat. “ Alright Munson, you're holding up the line.”

You pulled away but he didn't want to let you go. He gave your hand one last squeeze before releasing it. His eyes never left you as you finally made it down to Jeff and Connie.

He smiled as you took Connie's hand and twirled her around. Clearly admiring how beautiful she looked in her gown. Then you gave her hug. Moving on to the groom. He chuckled seeing you and Jeff do your nerdy handshake before hugging.

Afterwards, everyone sat down to eat. Eddie of course didn't want to sit with the rest of the party. Not while you were just a few feet away. He grabbed his plate and his beer and went to sit next to you.

“ Eddie…Connie's is gonna kill you.” You warned.

He looked up at the head table and saw Jeff and Connie just enamored with each other. Not really paying attention to anything or anyone else but each other for that matter.

He put a hand on the back of your chair and scooted closer. “ I don't think they care.”

He watched you as you glanced at your friends and smiled.

“ Awww I love them.”

He reached up and moved your hair behind your shoulder. Causing you to look at him. “ Want to get out of here?”

You jerked your head back. “ Dude! It's our best friend's wedding.”

As the night progressed you guys were practically inseparable. You danced, drank, and talked. It was as if nothing had changed between you two. He made you laugh and you made him nervous.

It felt right.

Even the approving nods he got from his friends and family assured him this was it. He could do this with you.

Your parents were about ready to leave a couple hours later and you along with them. What could he do to get you to stay?

“ I-I can get you a ride home later if you want.” He offered.

You shook your head. “ No, I have some work to do so I better get going.”

He frowned. “ But we hardly got to hang out.”

You looked down, clearly to him, trying to think of something. When he came up with something first.

“ I uhh I should probably try and find a hotel for tonight.”

You met his eyes with yours. “ Why?”

He nudged his head towards the door. Where there were paparazzi hanging out with cameras at the ready. “ I was gonna stay with my uncle, but I don't want those guys to bother him.”

“O-oh… ummm well you know my parents still have the pull out in the basement. I could...if you want, I could sneak you out? But what about everyone else?”

He shrugged. To hell with them for the night. “ They're adults, they can figure out something I'm sure.”

You softly laughed. “ Alright. How about you go out the service entrance and we’ll circle around for you?”

He smirked. “ Let's go.”

He was laying there in his boxers trying to figure out how to sneak past your parents room and get into your bedroom. Sure it was probably a stupid idea to try and have sex while your parents were across the hall. However he needed you. He craved your lips, and your warmth. He wanted your body next to his.

So he decided to grab something to drink, then see if your parents had gone to bed.

What he found was even better.

You were in the kitchen grabbing a Popsicle. Wearing nothing but a long shirt and tube socks.

When you turned around you jumped. “ Eddie!” You half whispered.

He grinned. “ Sorry baby. Was thirsty.”

He went for a glass to pour himself some tap water. Paying attention to your movements. You had gone to sit at the table and started sucking on the ice cream. All the while reading a manuscript.

He gulped down his drink and went to sit next to you. Pulling the chair as close to you as possible.

You did your best to ignore him and his advances. But the way he played with your hair made you shift closer to him.

You had gotten so overcome by his light touch on your thigh that you squeezed your legs shut. You then flipped the page you were working on and licked the Popsicle that was melting all over your hand. Some of the sweet syrup dripped down your chin. And before you could wipe it away he grabbed your hand with one arm and lightly held your chin between his index finger and thumb with the other. He then licked a fat strip from the underside of your chin up to your bottom lip.

He smirked to himself hearing your breath hitch. He had you right where he wanted.

He stood up and grabbed your hand. Stealing your sweet treat and finishing it off before leading you down to the basement. Of course locking the door behind you.

When he got you on the bed, he finally took that kiss he'd been dying for all day and everyday for the past seven years

Wet and needy. Tongues dancing together. Exploring tenaciously. With hands doing the same.

He started needing your breast and was surprised by something hard. Curious, he went under the shirt and felt two small metal balls on either side of your hardened nipple.

He groaned against your lips. “ Fuck baby. I like this.”

You laughed softly and whispered. “ I knew you would.”

He grinned while he played with your piercing. After a bit he kissed his way down your body until he reached your underwear. But instead of taking them off. He moved the damp cloth to the side and spread you a part.

He was addicted as soon as his tongue touched you. The sweet, sweet nectar that poured from you drove him mindless. But even more so feeling your hand get lost in his curls as the other covered your mouth. Trying to conceal your pleasure.

He stared up at you, enjoying your contorted face as he sucked and licked and swallowed like there was no tomorrow.

Then he added fingers. Doing a come hither motion. Wasn't long after that. Your body trembled as an orgasm hit. Your pussy throbbed around his fingers. Coating them generously with your wetness.

He waited patiently for you to come down before climbing back up your body and crashing his lips into yours. And when he did you sucked in his bottom lip. Causing him to push his hardened length against your soaked undergarments.

You pushed him up off of you and got on your knees before him. He watched in awe as you wrapped your hair up and freed his cock from its cotton prison.

You teased him at first. Giving his head little kitten licks and kisses. It was maddening. Feeling your slick tongue swirl around the tip before retreating back into your mouth.

“ Baby please!” He begged.

You looked up with darkened eyes and a less than angelic smile. “ Shhh. You have to be quiet.”

He pouted. Pleading you with his eyes.

Then you did it. You took the whole damn thing. Making him reach for the back of your head and lifting his hips to go deeper.

The hum in your throat had his eyes rolling back and toes curled until they hurt.

A few seconds passed by and he felt your throat close around him as you started to choke. He loosened his grip and let you back off.

He opened his eyes and focused on you. Watching you catch your breath before taking him in again. This time not so deep. Adding your hand into the mix.

It was fucking amazing. Every slurp, every gag, every teasing lick around his balls nearly had him cumming. Even more so when you forced him in every once every other stroke. Building up his confidence and his orgasm.

“ Sh-shit baby…got-gotta stop.”

You let him go with a small pop and had a concerned look in your eyes.“ Everything okay?”

He licked his lips and swallowed. “ Yeah. Fuckin perfect. Just don't wanna cum yet.”

He leaned forward and pulled you into a kiss while helping you up.

You stood before him and used his shoulders for balance as he peeled off your panties.

Once they were at your feet you kicked them off and straddled him. Slowly lowering yourself on his shaft.

Your mouth fell open and your eyes screwed shut and his tip pushed through.

“ OH MY GOD!” He moaned.

Your warm tight pussy clinged to him. Hugging him like no other has before. Feeling you flutter around him as you rocked back and forth had him focusing on not cumming.

He buried his face in your bosom and concentrated on his target. That one special spot that made you cry out his name. That spot that not only drove you over the edge but made him see heaven.

Sure enough he found it. But at this angle he couldn't touch it as much and he wanted to.

So he wrapped his arms around you and held on tightly as he flipped you over on your back.

You giggled in the process and stole a kiss and he repositioned himself. When he looked at you, you were grinning up at him.

“ Oh Eddie. So serious.”

He narrowed his eyes at you and rammed himself in. Earning that yelp/ moan. He reached up to cover your mouth as he plowed into you.

“ This. Is. Serious.” He grunted.

Your eyes got lost in the back of your head as he thrusted hard and steady. Your moans turning into whimpers and sighs as he fucks you into the bed.

And within moments your body and his reacted to the immense pleasure.

The climax washed over you like a wave of ecstasy.

Once it passes, he rested his forehead on yours panting with you. Letting his hand fall away from your mouth.

“ I've missed you so much.” He whispered.

You nodded in agreement that he was also missed.

He kissed your forehead. “ I'll go find something to clean you up.”

He then pulled out slowly and put on his bottoms.

When he came back he had a warm washcloth with him. He gently cleaned between your legs then himself before pulling you to lay in his arms.

You had started tracing his tattoos. Making him smile.

That's when he found himself writing something on your arm.

‘Marry-me-yeah?’

You sighed lightly and snuggled closer to him. Tracing your answer on his chest.

‘Okay’

He raised his head to look at you. " Yeah?"

You nodded. " On one condition...You have to break the news to Grant."

Eddie threw his head back into the pillow and smacked his forehead. " Shit! He's gonna kill me."

You giggled. " Yup."

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ittodori · 1 year

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OPERATION : ONI HEART ATTACK !

⌗ looks like you've captured arataki itto's heart !! what ... ? you have no idea !!?? what is he to do !!??

ʚ ͡ 💌 : @foodiegoogie ! thank you bff for giving me this wonderful idea <⁠(⁠￣⁠︶⁠￣⁠)⁠> i think i may have gotten a bit carried away and my soft spot for itto is a bit too obvious, but ... oh well !

☆ requests are open ᵎᵎ

There are three things that will go down in Inazuma's history: the terrible Vision Hunt Decree, the infamous traveler’s battle with the Electro Archon, and The One and Oni’s Massively Huge Crush On You.

If they’re being honest, the citizens don’t quite know if they should consider you the luckiest of them all or pity the fact that you’ve (sadly) captured Arataki Itto’s heart. One of the words people would use to describe such a man like him is endearing. Well, you just have to look past his extensive criminal record, a list of offenses for the most ridiculous reasons, to realize that it’s just his … charm. Somehow. He’s quite endearing in his own way, and people tend to forgive him for that. Most of the time.

You’re a lot like him in many ways, except much softer and much much more a receiver of the most genuine of smiles that greet you every morning. Shouldering the chores of the elderly and baking sweets for the children has earned you the title of resident sweetheart, adored by many. And Itto, who can't be caught never by your side, has no idea that he has already won your neighbors’ approval for the “boyfriend spot” from the very start. Because everyone can agree that Arataki Itto is nothing but the epitome of kindness, and it surrounds him wherever he goes. So, it would be him and no one else.

Unfortunately, you're too much of a sweetheart. They can’t help but pity you sometimes because the other (and the first) word they would use to describe him is loud. Arataki Itto is as loud as his heart, and somehow, it doesn’t make you want to bang your head against the wall. They have no idea how you manage to keep up with the chaos he brings to your doorstep. You even encourage it, much to their displeasure, and it wouldn’t be a surprise to know if the nations outside Inazuma have heard of your blossoming love story.

But really, they pity the man himself more than anything; because even with Arataki Itto yelling at the top of his lungs about how you're the most beautiful human he's ever met in his entire life at the roof of Tenshukaku, you just won't get it.

"This one's for you, (Y/N)!"

The sun has just begun to set when the sweet melody of a song from Mondstadt drifts along the gentle wind, and it’s almost beautiful — until the singer starts to trail off and stutter with his words, miserably failing to save himself by reading off a piece of paper.

Everyone sighs (affectionately).

You step out to your porch, drawn by the harmony of the instruments that make up for the questionable vocals. Owner of said vocals completely loses the tune when he catches the sight of you, raising his arms above his head and flailing them wildly as if he hasn’t seen you in years (he just helped you with your groceries this morning).

Half the population of Inazuma has collectively decided to support “Operation: Oni Heart Attack” because of this little predicament. Yes, it sounds lame, childish, and stupid—and it is—but consider how dedicated Itto has become since they successfully convinced him that No ... (Y/N) isn't dating you, boss.

“Weren’t we about to kiss last night?”

“You were too busy staring at them because they had sauce on their cheek. You couldn't even wipe it off.”

“And?”

Operation: Oni Heart Attack it is!

Plan A: woo you into jumping into his big (note: beefy) arms by serenading you with the cheesiest love song known to man. That’s the most swoon-worthy thing a guy could ever do for their (soon to be) lover, right? It’s impossible you wouldn’t kiss him then! He isn’t one to brag — being the humblest guy there is — but who can resist his sweet charming sexy voice?

Don’t get the Arataki Gang wrong! They love the man as if he were their own blood, but even that bond isn't strong enough to keep them from wincing and wanting to rip their ears off. Shouldn't it be enough that they applauded him as if their lives depended on it after his week or two of practice? He doesn’t sound like he’s singing. At all. But who has the guts to tell him that?

And for some reason, you don’t know that either. Or you could just be trying to spare Itto’s feelings. But you’re humming along to the lyre being played by the guy beside him with a smile that reaches your eyes with no hints of amusement or pity or anything that would make him ashamed. You’re treating them like they’re Mondstadt bards, not someone who’s serenading you to win your heart.

“Oh wow, Itto! I didn’t know you could sing!”

"The one and oni can do anything! Want another one?"

No, you didn't jump into his big beefy arms. Instead, you spent at least two hours complimenting his voice so, of course, he'd put on one show after another. The people of Inazuma now feel pity for themselves.

(Itto forgot why they were there in the first place. Both of you even started dancing in the middle of the street like maniacs, but oh well, it’s endearing.)

Okay, so plan A didn’t exactly work out as expected. But at least Itto got to serenade you like those charming male leads in the romance novels everyone’s been reading, so there’s no way you didn’t find it a little romantic yourself.

“But boss, you’re still not dating.”

“What did I teach you boys about lying?”

Enter Plan B!

"I'm sooo bored," he whines into your ears, as he always does. "I have nothing to do and everything is getting boring....if only there was someone out there who would go to the festival with me....ooooh, but the gang are all sooo busy......"

“Oh! I’ll come with you!”

Mikawa Flower Festival, proudly managed by the great Arataki Itto, is something you never expected to see. No one knows how he did it, but the lively booths with their games and food and music with the heart of the yokai at the center of it all show the dedication and respect Itto poured into it. Everyone appears to be having the time of their lives, and you couldn’t be any prouder.

Sadly, you can’t quite see the dedication he has for you.

“This one wasn’t so easy to set up but,” he crosses his arms across his chest, looking down at the children playing with the balloons floating on a pool of water, “you know me.”

He means he spent at least an hour blowing air into those balloons without the help of anyone because he’s great like that (an hour because he kept blowing them a little too big but you get it).

Plan B: hold your tiny human hand … which he has done several times when he drags you around Inazuma in search of onikabuto beetles. But apparently, people prefer fingers intertwining with each other nowadays because it has a higher chance of making the other person kiss you or something. Probably. What does the gang know?

They know that you’re running around the place, clapping your hands for kids winning a stuffed toy or a piece of candy, and pointing your finger at the nth snack that catches your eye. They know that normally, their boss would be the one acting like a hyperactive child while you follow around to make sure he doesn’t trip on air. They know that watching The Great Arataki Itto trying so so hard to just hold your hand is depressing because wow, when did he become so patient?

“Let’s go there next — wait, what is that?”

As if on cue, the Arataki Gang groans and curses in the background.

This is just sad.

Somehow, being loud and annoying isn’t enough for you to see his undying (it’s starting to get pathetic) love — but if there’s one thing Itto is good at, it’s onikabuto battles.

“O-Oh…that’s the trick, my sweet (Y/N),” he flashes you a wavering grin right after witnessing his beloved onikabuto get absolutely annihilated by his opponent (a twelve-year-old boy). “You have to pretend you’re all weak and helpless to catch them off guard at the last second.”

Good at losing, that is.

Plan C! Show you his super sweet beetle trainer skills so you can finally jump into his big (beefy) arms and tell him he’s the greatest oni in the world.

(Yes, they haven’t given up on the whole jumping thing.)

“Come on, you can take ‘em, little guy!”

You don’t have the heart to tell him that the beetle you helped select doesn’t really seem like that good of a fighter. It’s not even trying to fight, actually.

“...I think it’s gonna win—”

Alas, the opponent’s beetle flips Itto’s at its back, who screams right in your ear as if it died a horrible death. “No!” he drops to his knees to the beetle struggling on the ground, “my little nimble ninja!”

When the Arataki Gang eagerly asked him later that day if he finally made you jump, Itto could only tilt his head in confusion. Because 1.) he was admittedly blinded by the thought of victory and therefore, forgetting once again the reason for his battles and 2.) he admittedly almost jumped into your arms when you effortlessly won the next battle just to save his honor.

Who would have seen it coming? About the Arataki Gang having enough of their boss’ silliness and finally ceasing all “Operation: Oni Heart Attack” plans?

Itto thinks nothing would really change, anyway.

Sure, you might still be clueless despite him calling you disgustingly sweet pet names normal friends definitely don’t call each other, or him carrying you on his back while also carrying your bags of groceries when you complained about your feet hurting, or giving you large bouquets of poorly arranged flowers that he and the gang picked from the forest just because he felt like it, or when he—

Woah, he gets what they're all saying now.

But really, does it matter? He thinks it's cute how devastatingly oblivious you are, and he thinks your puzzled little looks and your amused little giggles every time the Arataki Gang howls whenever you merely brush against his skin make you even more endearing. It does something to his chest, and he's more than content with it.

You're rambling and rambling about this game you learned from the neighborhood kids that Itto doesn't understand a thing about, flailing your arms around as you laugh in apology for hitting him twice in the face. You don’t look sorry enough, but it’s not like he felt it, anyway. But his laughter that could silence all the noise in the world doesn’t come, because why would he want to disturb your own that could rival his? Arataki Itto thinks that all of this is enough.

He wants to listen, really, he does; he swears he will the next time. But for now, he can only watch your eyes sparkle in delight and your skin glow in the setting sun you're in love with. And all of it is enough. So, does it really matter if you knew?

But then you stop, turning to look at him when you notice he’s gone awfully quiet. You could almost gasp in horror when you realize that the word quiet definitely isn’t something Arataki Itto is familiar with. So you raise your brow, hands dropping to your sides, nearly placing your palm on his forehead to check if he’s still capable of breathing.

Huh. He looks different, you think. Has he always looked at you this way? It feels a little bit personal — like something you’re forbidden to see. But you can’t look away, not right now, not when he’s unveiling something in front of you. Not when the flashing smile that lit up his face had softened and gradually spread into his features. Not when the eager eyes with the vivid intensity now held a quiet sentiment in them. It's light and gentle — everything Arataki Itto has always been.

“I’m listening,” Itto is mumbling, with his chin resting on his palm, and looking at you in a way you’ve never seen before (like some lovesick fool … Oh my, you’re finally realizing it all).

Has he always looked this beautiful?

And that’s when you start to stutter for the very first time.

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eddiemunson-fanfic · 2 years

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Step brother adores you pt. 3

Eddie Munson x Plus Size!Reader

Warnings: mentions of drinking, oral (f recieving), p in v

Summary: After the one night stand you had with Eddie weeks ago, you could barely think about anything else. You thought about him when you went to work. You thought about him when you were making dinner. You thought about him when you were reading your books. You thought about him at any time possible, and craved him so bad. Your dad had other plans tho.

Part 1, Part 2, Part 4, Part 5(coming soon)

It's been weeks since you saw Eddie. It's been weeks since you had him laying in your bed. You missed him, and you hated yourself for it. You didn't feel like it was right of you to miss him like you did, but you couldn't help it. You did, and that was a fact you had to live with. You still didn't feel like it was right of you to crave him like you did either, but you did.

Your dad went on several dates with his mom, and you wished that every time your dad was going on a date, Eddie would show up and "babysit" you again, but he didn't. You really hoped that any time you were left alone at home, that Eddie would show up after they left, or show up with his mom as he did the first date your dad was going on.

But he never did walk in that door before or after they went. And you could feel yourself getting frustrated and angry at the thought. You craved this man like never before, and you could barely control your feelings towards him. You knew that if shit esculated towards your dad and his mom, that it would be wrong of you to date anyway. You needed to get over your crush, and quick.

It was a thursday afternoon, and you were at work, trying to find something a costumer asked you to find. You had told her up to several times that if it wasn't on the shelf, you didn't have anything left. But she didn't wanna listen. She insisted for you to go in the back and look for it. You knew you didn't have the item in anyways, because this was like the 5th person to come in that day asking for it.

You stood in the back, looking at your nails as you thought about Eddie for the 100th time that day. Oh, this man had corrupted your brain so bad. Not that you were complaining of course.

"Hey bitch!" the familiar voice of your bestfriend exclaimed, and you jumped to turn to where her voice came from. She came running into your arms, and you grinned from ear to ear.

You embraced her and squealed, jumping up and down in place with her. Oh, it's been long since you last saw eachother, since she is busy with her own job and life. You think it might have been like 2 months or so since you last saw her, and the thought made you cry. You didn't understand how much you've missed her until this moment.

"What are you doing here?" you asked, pulling her at arms length, and she grinned back at you. She laughs at you, and pulls out something from her pocket which looked like tickets of some sort. "I got a surpriiiise" she sing-songed, playfully shoving the tickets in your face.

You grabbed one and looked at it. Hm, a band you've never heard of is playing out of town on saturday, and you raised an eyebrow and looked at her.

"I got us tickets to this so-called amazing band, they're originally from here!" she smiled at you, and you looked down at the tickets again.

"And?" you asked, laughing at her excitment. "Sounds like a daft band to be honest, who calls themself Corroded Coffin?" you snorted at the name, and she huffed and rolled her eyes at you.

"Stop being so judgy! I've heard the band members are pretty sexy" she winked at you, and you snorted. "Oh, you and boys" you rolled your eyes at her, and she swatted at your arm playfully.

"Please, please say you'll go with me!" she practically begged, and you raised an eyebrow at her. Hm, you guess a concert would probably do you good. You needed the distraction, and since both you and your bestfriend is over 21, you can take a drink while you're at this down town bar.

"Fine, I'll go" you surrendered, and she squealed, jumping into your arms. "Yay!" she exclaimed, and you had to laugh again. You had missed this. You had missed her.

"Come to my place early saturday, and we'll get ready together" you smiled at her, and she nodded. "Can your dad drive us?" she asked with a grin, and you shook your head in laughter.

"I'll ask him" you said, and she squealed one last time, hugging you tight before she turned to leave.

"I'll be there around 2pm!"

"Eep, I can't wait!" she exclaimed before she clapped her hands and walked out of the back.

You chose to stand there for a bit, before walking back out to the costumer. She was fuming when you returned, and said it was the worst costumer service she's ever experienced, and that you took your sweet time to look for something that should be easy to find as if she knows how the back of the store looks like.

You rolled your eyes in annoyance, casually enough for her to not notice, and gave your best smile to her. "I'm sorry m'am, but as I said, we don't have that in just now, but if you come by.."

"Don't even think I'll ever return to this shitty as store again!" she said as she stormed off with her belongings, slamming up the door as she huffed and looked back at you, glaring at you and walked away.

You had to stiffle your laugh as she almost tripped in her own feet when she was able to get out of the store.

The rest of the day was rather uneventful, it was slow, and you had alot of bitchy costumers come by. You were so happy you were almost done with your work week, and could relax on saturday with your bestfriend.

You went home, and your dad was waiting for you to arrive so you could eat dinner together. You sat down on the opposite side of him, and ate the dinner he had cooked for you.

You mostly sat in silence, but spoke up in unison.

"I have a date with Haley on Saturday"

"I'm going with Becca to a concert on Saturday"

You looked at eachother in a bit of a shock, before you burst out laughing.

"You first" your dad says after he stops laughing, and you look at him, and nod.

"Becca invited me to a concert the next town over on saturday, and I wondered if you could drive us?" you asked, and gave him a sheepishly smile. He looked at you and blinked for a few seconds, and smiled suddenly.

"Of course I can drive you! Is it okay if Haley joins? We're meant to go out anyways" you shrugged your shoulders and nodded.

"I guess that was what you were gonna tell me?" you ask him, and he chuckles out a yes.

You laugh, and nod, diving into your food again.

You called Becca later that night to tell her that you had a ride to the concert, and that your dad offered to pick you up again, but you told her you said you would call him if you needed him to.

She got excited, and you started planning on what to wear to the concert. You've been to concerts before together, and every time you went together, you always liked to match eachother. That was the plan now too.

By friday afternoon you were excited to get home and just be you. Your dad had told you that he was gonna be out the entire evening, and you didn't have to worry if he didn't come home by midnight.

You locked the door, and went to go read some book, and maybe smoke some weed as you were now alone and could do what you pleased. You couldn't wait for tomorrow as you looked at the outfit you were gonna wear tomorrow.

You picked out a red and black striped mini skirt, with a red lace-almost like bra, with some fishnet as a top over the bra fishnet leggings under the skirt, and some thick 5 inch pumps with spikes on them. Becca chose just the same outfit, since you've worn it together at a concert before.

You patted yourself mentally on your shoulder, telling yourself you did a good job.

"This is gonna be sick" you said into the phone with Becca, and she chuckled. "Of course it's gonna be!" she exclaimed. '

You spoke for quite some time, and when you looked at the watch on the bedside table before you laid your head down on your pillow, it showed 1:54am.

You woke up in a haze, barely remembering that you fell asleep, looking around you in confusion. You looked at the clock on your bedside table, and huffed.

Only 6:30. You could still sleep a few hours, but you felt wide awake once you opened your eyes completely.

You tossed and turned a bit, and gave up after a while. You stood up from your bed when the time was 6:55, and dragged your ass to the bathroom across the hall from your bedroom.

You looked at yourself in the mirror as you leaned against the sink to brush your teeth. You looked awful, and you cursed yourself for falling asleep with makeup on.

You groaned as you reached in the cabinet for some makeup remover after you had finished brushing your teeth.

You started the shower as you removed your makeup, and undressed, stepping into the shower and shave your entire body and make yourself ready for the night.

After your shower, and you decided to just step into your pajamas, you walked down to your dad's bedroom, and knocked, wondering if he wanted a cup of coffee on the bed or something. You always did something like that for eachother if the other was still in bed when the other woke up. He made you breakfast or gave you a cup of coffee to wake you up, and you did the same for him.

You knocked, but no one answered.

Hm, this was strange. You knocked again, but still no answer.

"I'm coming in!" you announced before you opened the door, holding a hand in front of your eyes to give him some privacy if he was naked or whatever.

"You want some coffee?" you asked, but you couldn't hear any breathing or snoring from the bed, so you glimced slightly between your fingers, noticing his bed was still made, and it didn't seem like he had been in bed at all.

Your eyebrows knit together in confusion. Where could he be?

You walked out to the kitchen, and looked around. No sign after your dad at all. Did he even come home last night? You decided to walk to the phone in the livingroom who had a voicemail, and you noticed there was a message on it. You tapped the small button, and it came to life.

"Hey sweetie, I'm sorry if I scared you or whatever if you're already asleep when you get this, but I'm not coming home tonight, but I promise I will be there in time to drive you and Becca! Stay safe, and love you much!" your dad's voice said before he hung up.

Oh, okay, he never came home then. You shrugged it off, and walked into the kitchen again to brew yourself some coffee to wake up.

"My sweet nectar, I need you" you huffed as you pressed the button who made the coffee machine come to life as it brewed your coffee, the smell of freshly brewed coffee filling your nostrils.

When your coffee was done brewing, you filled a cup, and walked outside with your book and sat down in the chair on your porch, taking in the small sunlight that was beaming through a cloud as you sipped on your coffee.

Your cute neighbor was outside to pick up her morning paper. You returned the small smile she gave you, and nodded with your coffeecup.

"Good morning, Mrs. Alden!" you exclaimed to her, and she nodded your way.

"Beautiful morning to you, Y/L/N!" she smiled as she waved at you before she turned and walked back into her house.

You have no idea how long you sat on your porch, just reading your book and sipping coffee from time to time, smoking some cigarettes here and there too, but you noticed it's been some time when your dad pulled up into the driveway. You lift your head from your book, smiling at your dad as he stops the car and walks up the driveway towards you.

"Hey sweetie, sorry if I scared you or something, but I drank a bit too much last night, and.."

"Dad, I'm not your parent, you don't have to be scared that I'll scold you or something" you chuckle at him, and he grabs his neck in a nervous manner.

"Heh, I guess you're right, sorry" he says, as he walks up to you and places his cheek on yours to give you a soft hug before he sits down beside you on the other chair.

"You ready for later?" he asks you after some silence, and you look at him, and nod.

"Yeah, I'm excited, it's been a while since we went to a concert together!" you smile, and he smiles back at you.

"You deserve to have some fun, you work so much!" he smiles, and you nod. You definitely work more than you probably should, but when you're saving up for your own place, one do what one got to do to survive.

"What band are you seeing?" he asks, and you squint your eyes as to focus on what Becca told you last night about the show and what the ticket was saying.

"Uhm, a band I think was called Coffin, something" you say, as you scratch every braincell you got to remember the name of the band.

"Corroded Coffin!" you exclaim, and he nods, shaking his head. "Never heard of" he says, as he scratches his beard. "When will Becca be here?" he asks. "Around 2, we'll get ready together" you smile at him as he chuckles. "What?" you softly laugh at him, and he shrugs.

"Just like old times, huh?" he smiles, and you nod. "Just like old times" you grin at him, and he chuckles.

"Well, I'm hungry, and I need some coffee, you want more?" he asks as he points to your now empty cup.

"Oh, yes please!" you smile, as you hand him your cup.

You use almost all morning on the porch, sitting with your dad, talking about what he did last night, and you can see he's happy. Your heart melts watching how he speaks about Haley, and how much fun she is to be around. She brings out the best in him, and it warms your heart so much.

You turn your head when you hear Bella's car honking, and you grin from ear to ear. You jump up from your seat, and almost run her over when she parks her car and walks up to you.

"Hey bestiee!" she exclaimes as she laughs at you, holding you close. "Ready for tonight, huh?" she says as you pull away from the hug and smile at her.

"I've been ready all since the phonecall last night, babyy" you grin, and she laughs.

"Hi, Becca sweetie!" your dad calls from the porch, and Becca greets him back.

"Hi Mr. Y/L/N! It's good to see you!" she smiles, as she walks to the trunk of her car to get the bag with her clothes in.

"Can I borrow your shower? Been at work, and haven't had the opportunity to shower just yet" she groans as you chuckle.

"Of course, you know the way" you say as you motion for her to walk past you. You smack her ass a bit, as it was a thing you always did with eachother just because, and she squeals but scolds you with her finger before she grins.

After Becca had showered, you were sitting in your room, helping eachother do eachothers make up, talking about whatever was gonna happen that night.

"So, your dad gonna drive us, right?" you nod as you help her with eyeliner. She always liked how you did yours, and she wasn't that skilled, but you didn't mind, you loved helping her. So you did when she asked you.

"Mhm" you hummed, and she nodded. "Hey, don't move, or it'll be wonky!" you glare at her, and she gives you "I'm sorry"-smile. You huff, as you wipe away the line that got wonky, and tries again.

"Perfect" you say, as you put down the eyeliner, and admire the work you've done. She smiles at you, and jumps off the bed to look in the mirror on your wall. She admires the work, and hums. "Absolutely perfect" she turns towards you as she grins.

You walk over to the mirror to fix your own make up as she starts to put on her clothes for the night.

She flops down on your bed to reach for your cigarette pack, lighting one as she takes a drag and walks over to you. You open your mouth for her to put it between your lips. You take a drag as she pulls it out of your mouth again to take a drag herself.

"This is gonna be so damn cool!" she exclaims as she plops down on your bed, moving so she's looking directly at you where you bend over to get a closer look at your make up.

"Damn girl, that ass fat" she says as she wolf whistles at you.

You shake your head laughing as you walk over to your bed and kneels in front of her, and takes the cigarette she has in her hands.

"You're stupid" you laugh as you lay your head down on your bed, looking at her.

She lays her head down with you, and gives your nose a smooch, making you crinkle your nose.

"I love you" she smiles, and you give her a smile back. "I love you too"

"You ready girls?" your dad asks as he knocks on your door.

"Yeah, we'll be down in 3!" you say back to him, and you hear his footsteps walking down the stairs.

"Let's fucking goo!" Becca exclaims as she jumps up from your bed and runs down your stairs as you follow suit.

"You can stop at that gas station, and we'll walk the rest" you tell your dad as you almost arrive at the venue. You could see the venue from the gas station, and you needed to buy some more cigarettes anyway.

"You sure?" your dad asked as his car stopped in front of a pump, and you jumped out of the car. "Yes, absolutely" you said as you smiled at him. "If I need to get picked up, I'll call you from there" you say, as you point to a phonebooth, and he nods.

"Have fun darling!" he says, and drives off. You and Becca link arms as you walk into the gas station to buy a pack of cigarettes.

As you link arms against as you lean into eachother as you walk to the venue, you see a familiar van pull up to the venue. What was he doing here? You stopped dead in your tracks, and Becca got pulled back since you didn't follow suit with her anymore.

"What?" she asked you, and you motioned your eyes so she could look who was walking out of his van with a Corroded Coffin merch-tshirt.

"He's a fan, so what?" she asks, and you glare at her.

"It's Eddie" you say through gritted teeth, and she gapes. "NO SHIT?!" she exclaims as she takes another glance at him. "You told me he was handsome, but not that handsome!" she says as she pulls you towards her, as she pulls you with her, walking over to Eddie. "Becca, no!" you whisper to her, but she ignores you.

"Eddie!" Becca yells, getting his attention. You wanted the ground to swallow you whole. Fuck.

Eddie turned, looking at Becca in confusion before he saw you getting dragged with her. His eyes opened up with a huge grin.

"Y/N! You're here?" he asks, and walks closer to you as he closes his side door on his van as he picks up a guitar-case with probably a guitar in it. You gulp. You didn't know you've missed him this much. Your entire body ached to jump into his arms, but your conciousness told you to do better. You straightened your back, and pulled Becca into your side again, smiling at him.

"Hi Eddie, yeah, we're here for a concert with Corroded Coffin" you point to his t shirt. "A fan?" you ask, trying to keep it light. He chuckles as he looks down at his shirt. "Yeah, something like that" he winks at you.

He turns to Becca and bows. "I'm Eddie, and you are?" he says as he stands upright again, grinning at Becca. Becca turns to give you a "he hella cute"-look, and you send her a glare back telling her you know.

"I am Becca, Y/N's bestfriend" she gives him her most charming smile. He nods at her, before he turns his attention to you again.

"See you inside?" he winks at you, and you swear you could combust right there and then. Fuck, he made you so weak in your knees. If it wasn't for Becca's support, you'd probably faint.

"Ye-yeah" you concur to say, your voice betraying you as you spoke. He chuckles as he bows to you both before he walks away into the venue.

You squeal as you watch him walk away as Becca turns her head towards you, completely in shock too.

"He is your soon-to-be step brother if your dad keeps it up, and he's that good looking? Oh boy, you're in for a ride!" she laughs at your expense. You glare at her. "Shut it" you swat at her arm as she laughs.

You lirk out your pack of cigarette needing one badly after that encounter. What were you thinking? That Eddie Munson, the most metal guy you've ever known, would not show up to a metal concert next town over AND be a fan of the headliner? Stupid. Of course he'd show up.

When you were inside the venue, it was filled almost to the brim with sweaty disgusting drunks who meant they owned the place apparently. You walked close to Becca, never letting her hand go as you snaked your way towards the bar-area and got yourself some drinks before you headed to the front of the stage where the band were gonna perform.

You looked around for Eddie, but couldn't see him.

Strange, he should've been here.

You jump out of your skin when you suddenly hear a few girls scream behind you, and you turn around to look what caused the screams.

There he was. His curly brown hair and his laugh was not something you'd forget that easy.

"Easy girls, it's enough of me for all" he laughs at them, and then his eyes locks with yours as he looks around the small venue.

He winks at you, and mouths "i'm only yours", and if it wasn't for Becca holding onto you, you would've passed out right there.

You turned so you were facing Becca again, and the smile she had on her face was enough to make you relax. She was pumped for this, and so were you.

The venue went dark, people were shanting, screaming and squealing all at once, and you could hear some shuffling from behind the stage as someone spoke up in a mic.

"And here they are! The guys you've all been waiting for! Corroded Coffin!" someone announced as a guitar riff started, and they walked on the stage together, taking their places on stage.

Your heart stopped when you saw Eddie with the same kind of guitar he had tattoed, as he winked at you, playing along on his guitar as he walked across the stage and stood right in front of you.

The concert was a complete blur, you remember bits and pieces of Becca eyeing you when Eddie held his gaze on you a bit to long, and that Eddie leaned down towards you, keeping his eyes on you as the lead singer sang a song about sex or something, you didn't really pay full attention to the lyrics as your eyes was held with Eddie's.

They had walked off the stage after their show, and you and Becca walked back to the bar to get some new drinks as you overheard some girls talking shit.

"How can the guitarist like a fat lump like her?" they tried to whisper, but to no use, and Becca got mad straight away, barking at them.

"Excuse you? Who you calling fat?" she asked, sass clear in her voice as she scolded the girls with her eyes. If only they knew who they were up against, nothing stopped Becca if she was determined to crush someone about your looks. It had happened before, and you knew Becca had your back whenever.

She walked closer to them, and pointed a finger at them as they looked at her with fright.

"You shut up, or else I'm gonna make you eat your own hand" she growled, and the girls nodded anxiously, before they ran out of the venue.

"You know you didn't have to do that, right?" you said as Becca sat down beside you again.

"Do what?" someone said behind you, hugging you from behind.

Hi, Eddie. You smiled, as your head leaned against his shoulder, enjoying being in his arms again.

"Just some girls fatshaming her" Becca said to Eddie, and Eddie scoffed.

"Well, screw them, you are beautiful, and you should know you are" he said as he kissed your neck, making you squeal.

"Gareth likes you, by the way" Eddie said as someone sat beside Becca again, and his head hung straight away.

"Eddie! Why?" he said, as Eddie laughed, making Becca turn her head towards the curly shy guy as he looked up at Becca and gave her an awkward smile.

"Hi, I'm Gareth" he said, and Becca chuckled.

"You're cute, I'm Becca" she said, greeting him as he seemed to relax.

"What you drinking, sweetie?"

"Vodka and coke" you said as he waved down the bartender and ordered you another drink, as he ordered a beer for himself.

You sat there talking together with Gareth and Becca before they disappeared, and Becca told you to not wait for her as she dragged Gareth after her out the door.

You laughed as you leaned against Eddie, who's hand was at the small of your back.

"I've missed you" he whispered into your ear, and you bit your lip.

"I missed you too" you said, looking up at him.

He leaned in to kiss you, and you didn't stop him. Your lips melting together as one, as he wrestled with your tongue for passage to your mouth. You would normally care that you were in public, but right now? You've been craving him so bad, you didn't really care at all.

You moved to stand between his legs, as he grabbed your ass, squeezing lightly as he smiled against your lips.

"Oh, how I've missed you" he said, smirking against your lips. You playfully swat his chest as he chuckles, enveloping you in another heatful kiss.

You just stand there, exploring eachothers bodies as you kiss, and suddenly it hits you as you pull away from him.

He looks at you in confusion, as you huff slightly.

"We're in public" you whispered, and he just chuckled, smiling at you.

"No one knows who we are here anyway, look around" he said as he leaned in to kiss your neck, but you pushed him away.

He looked at you, and cocked his head to the side in confusion.

"You wanna go out to my van instead?" he asked, and you nodded.

"Let's just finish our drinks, and we'll head out of here?"

You smiled, pecking his lips before you leaned into his chest, taking in the scent of him.

"I've missed you" you mumble against his chest as his arm reach up to stroke soft circles on the small of your back.

"I missed you too" he mumbles against your head before he places a soft kiss to it.

He lead you out of the bar, and back to where he had parked his van as you leaned into him the entire way, holding on to him as if he would disappear on you if you let go.

He opened the door for you, and you climbed in, laying down on the floor where he had some blankets laid out, and it seemed like he had been living there for some time, making you look around in confusion.

"Me and mom had an argument, I didn't wanna go home, so I've been living here lately" he said, making you look at him as he climbed in with you, closing the door and laying down just beside you, motioning for you to lay in the crook of his arm as you climbed closer to him, snuggling closer.

"That's why you haven't seen me around lately, she got angry at me for leaving you the day your dad asked me to look out for you" he said as you looked up at him.

"I wanted to tell her that we were together all night, but instead of letting her know, I threw a fit over her being a bitch about it, and left" he shrugged, and you sent him a "I'm sorry"-look as he huffed.

"But now we're together again, and I wouldn't have it any other way" he said as he kissed your forehead, making you smile.

"Your mom has been with my dad non stop since the first date, and it has driven me almost crazy that you never came in the door with her whenever she came to visit"

Fuck, what would you guys do if your dad and Haley actually became a couple?

"I have a strange question" you started, and he looked down at you, smiling.

"What if they become a couple?" you asked, and he tensed a bit before he relaxed again.

"Fuck, I haven't even thought about that" he started "But I don't think it would stop me from wanting to fuck you or taste you on my tongue any time I looked at you" he stated, which made you chuckle.

"It doesn't creep you out that we could be step siblings?" you said as you leaned onto your elbow, looking up at him. He shook his head no.

"Not really, we would never be related at all" he smirked, and you giggled. Guess that was true.

"It would be very difficult to keep my hands off you whenever we would be together with out parents, but I think it could work" he stated, and you could feel the lump in your stomach disappear.

He would still want you if it became more than just some dates with your parents, and that made you smile. You never thought in your wildest imagination that he would still want you. You knew deep down it was wrong, but even if it was wrong in some way, your entire body screamed yes. You wanted him, and he wanted you.

You sat up, looking at him, smiling as he leaned his head up on some pillow he had beside him so he could look at you better.

You surprised him with straddling his lap, enveloping him in a passionate kiss as your hands roamed his body.

"I've been craving you so bad" you said in between kissing him. His hips bucked up into you, and you could feel he wanted you just as bad as you smiled against his lips.

His hands roamed your body just the same, before one came up to your hair, pulling lightly while the other grabbed onto your butt, squeezing it as he moaned into your mouth.

"Fuck, I want you so bad" he said as you grinded against him, making him moan even more from the friction.

"I'm yours, Eddie" you moaned against his lips.

He didn't even hesitate to switch places with you, so you laid down on your back, with him hovering over you. Even if you were a big girl, he managed to manhandle you for being such a skinny boy compared to you. It always surprised you how he could flip you over like you were air.

He were looking at you, taking in your outfit before he grabbed a tit and squeezed.

"You have to use this outfit more often, you look stunning" he said before he kissed you hungrily, grinding his crotch into your heated core, making you gasp from the friction.

"Eddie, please" you whimpered, and he stopped sucking your neck, to look you in the eyes.

"Please, what princess?" he teased, and you whined, thrusting your clothed pussy against him. He tensed up a bit from the friction, before he chuckled.

"Alright, alright" he hummed against your skin as he worked his way down your body with kisses before he stopped right above your clothed pussy, kissing your pelvis before he lifted up your skirt and smiled, seeing the panties he told you he loved so much.

"Were you expecting me?" he asks, and you chuckle, knowing that you in fact expected him to be there today just because he was a metal head himself. Little did you know he was the guitarist for the band that played.

"Oh how I've missed this" he says before he inhales the scent of your aroused pussy as he shoves your panties to the side, and dives in.

You gasp from the contact, before your hands snake into his hair, pulling lightly. He hums against your pussy, licking up all your juices before he chuckles.

"You taste so damn sweet" he cooes as he inserts a finger slowly, making you squirm from the contact, hips bucking up into his mouth as he hums.

"That's it baby" he cooes as he pumps it in and out of you. The sounds from your wet pussy and his finger pumping in and out of you is intoxicating, making you even wetter by the second listening to the power he has over your body.

You could feel the warmth from your lower belly rise, but tried to push it away. You didn't wanna cum just yet, you wanted to savour this. It's been so long.

"If you wanna cum, you can, I can just do it again" he says, as you moan his name loudly. His words sending you over the edge as you pulsate around his finger.

He lets you ride out your high, before he chuckles and hovers over you again, pulling his finger out of you, and pushing it into your mouth to lick it clean.

"Missed me that much, huh?" he smirks, before he kisses you hungrily.

"You taste so much better off your own lips sweetheart" he cooes you, as he grinds his erection against you.

"Please" you whimper in between kisses, and he hums as he pulls down his pants, his boxers following, releasing his erection as it slaps on your thigh before he plays with your folds, making you whimper even more.

His lips crash on yours as he inserts himself into you, and you both moan in unison.

"So... fucking.. tight.." he moans, as he gets used to the feeling of being inside you. Your nails dig into his back, and he whinces a bit from the pain before he hungrily sucks onto your neck, marking it as he slowly starts moving.

You both breathe heavily as he moves a bit faster, but deeper in you, your nails scratching at his back as he whinces, sucking onto your neck.

"Fuck, I've missed you" he says as he leans up to kiss you hungrily. You can feel yourself getting close, and whimpers.

"If you keep talking like that, I'm gonna cum" you warn him, and he stops his movements before he looks at you, deep in your eyes, trying to catch his breath.

"Cum with me? I'm close too" he asks, and you nods, motioning for him to continue when you buck your hips up to meet his.

He understands the mission you sent him on, and pounds into you hard and fast, moaning your name as his hand goes down to cup your tit, squeezing your nipple hard.

"Fuck baby, I'm cumming!" you moan, as his thrusts gets sloppier, and you pulse around him as he finds his own release, emptying himself inside you before he flops down on top of you, his dick still inside as you both try to catch your breath.

You just lay there for a while, catching your breath as he softens inside you.

He suddenly chuckles, and looks at you.

"You know I can feel you clenching, right? If you want another round, just say so princess" he smirks at you, and you can feel your cheeks heat up.

"Aw, are you suddenly shy now?" he cooes, pecking your lips. "Just say the word, and I'll fuck your brains out, sweetie" he winks, and you nod.

"And that means?"

Oh fuck, he really want you to tell him with words.

"Please, fuck me" you say after clearing your throat.

And Eddie does just that. The most intense orgasm you've had in weeks, is his work. He is the only person who's been able to make you cum that hard. You never wanna go back to knowing how it was without him again. Never.

When the morning comes, you wake up in his arms, his hair a mess, and so are yours. Your makeup all smeared and fucked up after getting facefucked by him, and your hair a mess after several rounds with him. Who knew sex in a van would be so breathtakingly awesome?

You look up at his sleeping face, and you could almost swear that he was smiling in his sleep. His face naked and sweaty after the antics from last night. He looked absolutely stunning laying there, all fucked and happy.

"Take a picture, it'll last longer" he says as he opens his eyes and smiles down at you.

"Good morning, beautiful" he cooes against your lips, as you kiss him eagerly back.

"Good morning, handsome" you say against his lips, as his hand reaches up into your hair to drag you closer to him.

"Wanna get some breakfast?" he asks after some time, pulling away from the kiss, as you look over him, smiling for yourself when you see that kissing you made him excited.

"You sure you don't want me to take care of that first?" you say as you point down to his erection. He scoffs, and smiles.

"I mean, if you want too" he says as you lean down, sitting up on your knees as you start cupping him.

His hips buck up into your hand, and you stop touching him. He whimpers slightly.

"I'm in charge now, pretty boy" you wink at him, and he huffs before his head falls down on the pillow.

You cup him again, and he groans.

You smile as you start to stroke him softly, making him buck up into your hand, making you stop again.

You tsk at him, and he whimpers.

You look at him, and he lays his head down again.

"Okay, I'll be good" he says, and you almost jump out of your skin when someone knocks on the window.

"If there's someone inside, you have to move your car" the person on the outside says, as you both rush to gather your clothes, and you can't find your top as you look around, while Eddie is quick to jump in the front, no t shirt on or anything besides his boxers as he rolls down the window to talk to the person on the outside.

"Sorry officer, I'll move" he says, as the officer says something back as Eddie ignites the van, and drives off.

"Uhm, Eds, I can't find my clothes" you say, and he looks at you from his rearview mirror.

"Take one of my shirts, the Iron Maiden one is big enough to fit, I'm sure" he reassures you as you look around and find the shirt he's talking about.

He was right. The shirt fit enough to hang a bit loose on you, and you can only imagine how small Eddie would look wearing it.

"Is the skirt you wore last night okay?" he asks, and you nod, climbing in the front with him as he looks at you, almost driving off the road as your butt is in his face.

"Hey, watch the road mister! How much I'd love to die beside you, today is not the day" you say as you let out a loud huff as you sit down beside him, and he chuckles.

One of his hands land on your thigh as he smiles, rubbing small circles on your soft skin as he steals small glances at you without driving off the road.

"You'd die beside me?" he smiles, and you look up at him, reaching up to brush away some lipstick on his cheek.

"I would" you say, as his hand squeeze your thigh, smiling at you.

"I'll drive you home, hopefully your dad isn't home" he says as he turns onto the highway on the way back to Hawkins.

You lean into his arm as he drives off.

You could get used to this. You could get used to being beside Eddie during anything. He made you feel so safe, and wanted at that too. No one has ever made you feel like just a regular girl despite the size you were. He looked at you like a kid looks at a whole isle of free candy, and you could never get enough of it or him for that matter.

He drove off onto your street, and you could see your house from where you were. Fuck. Both your dad's car and Haley's car were in the driveway. Eddie slowed down a bit as he saw his mom and your dad come outside, standing there, looking like they judged him.

They couldn't see you beside him because of the angle, but Haley knew that it was her son driving there by the way she stood glaring at the car.

He stopped right beside the sidewalk up to your house, and your dad saw you as you opened the door.

"Sweetie!" he said, running up to you to check on you.

"Are you okay? What happened to your clothes?" he asked, and you chuckled, holding him at arms lenght.

"I'm fine dad, I crashed with Eddie after the show last night, and he borrowed me this so I could sleep in"

A little white lie never hurt, right? He didn't have to know the whole truth, right?

"Edward Munson! What do you think you're doing?!" his mom started yelling at him, and you could see Eddie got worried straight away. "Do you think you can just disappear and show up like nothing happened, young boy!?" she yelled, and you walked over to Eddie, mouthing sorry to your dad as he nodded for you to just continue.

"Mrs. Munson, I'm sorry that Eddie showed up like this, but he drove me home and kept me safe after last night since he was at the same concert as me" you smiled, and Haley looked at you and huffed. Glaring at her son.

"This is not over" she said to Eddie as she smiled towards you.

"Now come inside and get some breakfast, the both of you!" she said, motioning for you all to join her inside.

Excuse you? Who the fuck do you think you are?

Eddie's hand landed at the small of your back as your dad walked in with Haley.

He leaned down and whispered in your ear.

"Thank you baby" he said, kissing your neck before he dragged you with him inside for breakfast.

Oh boy, it would be difficult to keep your hands off him, that's for sure.

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Boys Planet Recaps, Ep 7, Part 8, Tomboy

Well, my loves, we’ve made it. It’s time for the most important stage performance that ever humankind has beheld: Tomboy. Let’s see if my recap can live up to it.

Click "keep reading" or whatever and let’s go!

So, we start in Episode 6, at time 2:04:17.

Huta introduces the team, and then we hear from the judges, who are gushing about how good the members are, as we look at how good they look backstage.

I mean, they do look good, though I have a few questions.

Stylist noona, what’s with the leather… shoulder… holster… chestbelts? I don’t understand them.

Stylist noona, why did you put Gunwook in that loose pink shirt? It just makes us lose the definition of his body so he looks sort of vaguely large instead of big in a beefy, sexy way. Don’t get me wrong, boy has a nice bod, but I think the pink shirt confuses the eye into thinking otherwise.

The audience is super psyched for this team, and so are the other trainees.

Anyway, our tomboys are:

Trainee name (rank) Star Level test Challenge 1 age final star level

Sung Hanbin (1) Beautiful Beautiful /Love Me Right - K 21 🌟🌟🌟🌟

Zhang Hao (5) Kick It - G /Kill This Love - G 22 🌟🌟🌟🌟

Hui (7) Shut Down /Love Me Right - K 29 ⭐⭐⭐

Park Gunwook (10) GBTB /Kill This Love - K 18 🌟🌟🌟🌟

As I said before, this team is a little TOO stacked. We spent 5.5 minutes with them earlier this episode, and in that time, we mostly just saw international sweetheart Hanbin get the killing part, and Hao practicing the rap with Hanbin.

Let’s see what happened in their rehearsal, before they definitely perform, this episode. There’s no way that the won’t perform right at the end of this episode, right?

They introduce themselves as the Aces, and Hui does this really cringe aegyo thing that makes Huta laugh. (Remember, they’re from the same agency and are probably friendly with each other.)

The judges continue to gush about these trainees, and they apparently particularly appreciate Zhang Hao’s pronunciation of Korean. Again with that. I agree that it’s important to pronounce Korean well if you’re going to be a k-pop idol, but they’re obsessed.

We cut to their first rehearsal. Master Lee makes a joke -- it’s so unfair that they didn’t give Gunwook a jacket like the other three! Then they ask Bobby (from Ikon) what he thinks of the group, and Bobby says, “They’re all so tall.” I looked it up, and Bobby is apparently 5’10, and Hui is 5’8. ::shrug:: I guess he couldn't think of what else to say.

Anyway, they have their singing and rapping rehearsal. It sounds great, of course, even though they’re currently singing in the original high key. (They’re planning to go down two steps for the actual performance.) When they’re done, the judges don’t say anything at first, and Zhang Hao’s voiceover tells us that he was expecting to be scolded. Finally, though, the judges say it was great, and Bobby tells Gunwook that his rapping was good enough for him to debut. Aw, yay, Gunwook! That’s probably the kind of feedback he’s daydreamed about getting.

I’ve already ranted a LOT in these recaps about how abusive the judges are on this show, and I just want to point it out AGAIN. Because seriously, for Zhang Hao to EXPECT to be scolded after doing an obviously good job, it just shows that at this point the trainees are traumatized by the constant insults and harsh criticism. Yes, people need honest feedback to grow, but it shouldn’t be insulting. Anyway, you all know how I feel, so I’ll move on.

At 2:10:05 the show makes it look like they’re going to perform, but they don’t, because we have to wait until next episode.

Instead, they give us a brief preview of each of the new songs that the top 28 will be performing for the next challenge mission. I’ll give my thoughts on those in the end-of-mission wrap up, which will be coming soon. They also give the most recent ranking, which I’ll also discuss in the recap. There isn’t anything too surprising in it.

So, let’s skip to Episode 7, 1:47:05. Again, team Tomboy is taking the stage, and again, we’re reminded of how popular and highly ranked the team is.

Again, we cut to a flashback, this time to the trainees’ group self evaluation. All the trainees are excited to see Team Tomboy and think they did a good job, but still, somehow feel a little let down. It just wasn’t quite as good as they’d hoped or expected. In the feedback forms, Team Tomboy is ranked second by many teams -- my guess is that when they’re second, they’re second to Limousine. Just my guess. Apparently, on many of the feedback forms, Zhang Hao is the member who most needs improvement.

We hear from Zhang Hao that he’s lost a bit of confidence on this team that didn’t need him as a leader or main vocal. What is he here for? He feels out of ideas.

Hanbin notices that Hao is a little down, and decides to practice with him so they can come up with some ideas together. Soon Hao is feeling much better. (Meanwhile, in the background, you can see Hui and Gunwook working on something together, something written down on paper -- my guess is that Hui is helping Gunwook tweak his rap.)

But then when Hao is feeling better, Hanbin starts feeling sad! Sure, he’s ranked number one, getting more than a million votes more than the person in 2nd place. Sure he’s the center of k-group and king of the killing parts. Sure, he was voted the trainee on his team who is doing the best currently. But what if… he’s NOT the best???? And what if he doesn’t improve?

So that night, he finds himself wandering around the dorms, and ends up crying to Wumuti and Dang Hong Hai, who are just sorta hanging out on a staircase.

I feel him on the whole “why am I crying???” thing. I’ve totally done that -- just started crying over something minimal and then just kind of can’t stop.

Also, I think DHH is dying his roots. Stars… they’re just like us! (I’m like 90% sure that’s DHH -- am I wrong? It’s hard to see clearly. I only know it’s Wumuti from the captions because we never see his face.)

Later, Hanbin goes back to his room, and Zhang Hao ends up visiting him and “hugging” him for a bit (that what Hanbin says, though we don't see it happen). Also, Zhang Hao talks Sungbin into giving him a back massage. That’s a unique way to cheer someone up, Hao. I’ll have to try that going forward. When my fella is having a bad day, I’ll offer to let him give me a backrub. …. Well, I think he would be a fan of that, but for a different reason. Anyway.

Ok, I am of two minds about all of this. Part of me is like, yeah, Hanbin has shown vulnerability in the past, rating himself with just 3 stars on the first day, and usually being quite humble about the judges’ feedback. And it’s understandable that being ranked number one with a bullet would create its own form of pressure. You don’t want to have the public turn on you, as it is so prone to do.

On the other hand, Hanbin is very camera aware. He must know that the public likes you better if you overcome some sort of trial, right? So what if he’s having some sort of rough time, and is uncertain if he’s good enough -- but does that in a nice big obvious way? And what if that somehow leads to quasi skinship with one of the other popular trainees?

On a third and totally unexpected hand, what if Hanbin is so ideally crafted for going on a show like this that he genuinely and truly does all those exact specific things that make the audience love him? Like, some sensor panel in the back of his head can measure audience support meter and when necessary, prompts him sit down with Kim Gyuvin and chat about how he wanted to be a kindergarten teacher, or fix Matthew’s shirt, or… cry?

I guess the world will never know.

Anyway, Hanbin makes it through the long dark teatime of his soul, and gets back to rehearsal the next day, and soon, it’s performance day!

The performance

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If you’re wondering what Hui is saying when he draws the tear on his face, it’s

“Why are you cranky girl? What’s that frown on your face?”

Gunwook’s rap:

“That’s right, you’re a tomboy, genealogy twisted because of me who is a fast ‘05, I don’t want to hear excuses, so talk no more, Bluffing NO, I have a lot to say, but I just… Too many people and too many problems, too many proudly and too many cute. Girl I’ll be a rock star, get out my way, pray for me.”

My take

This was flawless, in the sense that it didn't have any flaws. And yet, I don’t know, it wasn't my favorite.

The singing was universally excellent, the rapping was great. The dancing (weren’t they cheating a little bit to also dance?) was a nice touch. They looked great, they executed it all correctly, there were no mistakes at all. And yet.

Here’s where I think it goes wrong for me -- the song itself. Not that I specifically don’t like this song, because I do like it, Soyeon’s rap aside. It’s a cute little punky rocky pop song, and more importantly, it’s Jeon Soyeon continuing to push feminism in a country that really needs it. For one thing, South Korea has worst gender pay gap among industrialized countries. And I mean, do you remember that story of Irene from Red Velvet being seen reading a book about feminism, and getting backlash for it from angry fans? So Tomboy is more meaningful when you really think about what Soyeon is doing with it -- pushing feminism onto the national stage and making people sing along with it.

So, for me, it’s sort of inappropriate for a male group to cover this song and change some of the lyrics to say “girl” instead of “boy” (“why are you cranky, girl?”). This is a song about the restrictive and prescriptive gender roles that women have to put up with. Take away that meaning, and it’s about as powerful and meaningful as when a white kid covers Jay-Z’s 99 Problems at a karaoke bar.

There’s no concession to the idea of the song being about blurring gender roles. There’s no meaning to it when Hui sings “do you want a blonde barbie doll? I’m not a doll!” No one thought you were, Hui. There’s no meaning at all to the song as performed by these male trainees, and all their posturing comes to nothing.

What if they had made the song into a song about how feminism isn’t just for women, that everyone would benefit from relaxing gender roles? What if they had displayed a bit of vulnerability about it -- about liking things that are considered feminine sometimes, maybe? I don’t know, just something. SOMETHING. The topic of gender and gender roles is so big and broad and powerful, there’s so much to talk about and so many angles to approach it from, and they just sort of made a song about wanting to be a rock star, I guess?

It is asking a lot from them to do something like that when they're playing for audience votes, and maybe I'm being unfair. But it's just that this is the only song whose performance had no meaning. Limousine and Feel Special have obvious meanings, but the other songs have meanings too. Man in Love is about being in love. Love Killa is about fucking. Even Zoom has a meaning -- it's "I'm totally frickin' awesome!" That's a meaning. Not all meanings have to be... meaningful. They just have to exist. What is Tomboy, as performed by these trainees, about? I don't know, and so the performance is weird to me.

They did a fine job. I just think there was no way for a male idol team to cover this song in a straightforward way and make something that I’d want to watch. To be clear, I’m not offended by it, I’m just… bored. Bored and let down.

I still like all four trainees just fine though. They're good at singing and dancing and that's what I want in a Kpop idol. I'm just trying to explain why this performance left me so cold.

The edit

Everyone loves it, there are constant reactions, everyone has goose pimples, it’s the best thing anyone has ever seen ever. The judges even say that the guys really “understood” the song, and I agree that Hui understood the music and attitude of the song and managed to bring that out in the arrangement. However, I disagree that they understood the meaning or message of the song because if they had, they probably wouldn’t have wanted to perform it in the first place.

Also, everyone massively overreacts to them saying “fuck”. It’s not a curse in their own language -- are they really that titillated by it? I’m not overcome with naughty surprise every time Bibi says the Korean equivalent of the c-word in “Vengeance.” (The link is to a live stage where they bleep it out every time.) So yeah I don’t get it, but whatever.

The voting

They’re all waiting to find out who won, and everyone’s saying it could be anyone, but is probably Sung Hanbin.

I love how Krystian is just sort of calmly zoned out.

Turns out number one on this team got 849 votes! That’s the highest score of the night! Who could it be?

It’s Zhang Hao!

Everyone is pretty surprised. Zhang Shai Bo pops up like a jack in the box with an almost comical look of surprise. I don’t blame him -- it is surprising that a Chinese trainee would win the night.

His team is super happy for him. Really, it seems that everyone is happy for him. I'm happy for Hao too -- he seems like a real person, you know? Like, there's no act here, as far as I can tell. And he needed the confidence boost.

Hao interviews, in that halting way of his, “I finally won for the first time. The feeling of being acknowledged is such a valuable memory to me. I want to hold onto this feeling. So I’ll show you an unexpected side of me.”

And that brings us to the very end of the Dual Position Battle, and the end of this recap! In the next one, I’ll go over my final thoughts on the challenge as a whole, including favorite performances and whatnot, and also talk about the last few minutes of episode 7.

As always, kamsahamnida for reading.

You, dear reader, are definitely in my top 9!

#zhang hao #hui #lee hoetaek #sung hanbin #boys planet recap #boys planet #boysplanet999 #boysplanet #boys planet 999 #tomboy #park gunwook

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transgothicgenre · 2 years

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bleed out liveblogging

training montage: excellent as always. chorus is my favorite part mostly because the imagery of the other verses are discordant for me for some reason, but it still goes hard as fuck

mark on you: i think i actually only listened to this a few times before the album released and originally i only liked the chorus but the song as a whole is incredible. revenge songs my beloved

wage wars get rich die handsome: please release an instrumental/karaoke track of this one it goes so hard. it goes so hard even without the lyrics. i don't think i'm allowed to drive while listening to this one. the abrupt ending is so sexy tbh

extraction point: first new one yippee!!! i like how fast-paced it sounds especially juxtaposed with the calmness of the vocals. every time johnny boy mentions dreams in his lyrics that song gets +1 so this one is doing really great for me so far. loving the chorus. the vocals are quieter than the rest of the album has been so far which is throwing me off a little bit but i can vibe with it

bones don't rust: OH HOH HOH. the lyrics on this one immediately have me going ham. i didn't type anything else i was too busy listening to the song

first blood: reminds me of corsican mastiff stride. it's very upbeat and i'm grooving to it. there are a lot of references to things in this song that i don't understand but that's half of all tmg music so i'll just close my eyes and imagine what they mean and also check genius lyrics in a few days. "we worship nothing in the foxholes" reminds me of a poem! i will find it later

make you suffer: another revenge song let's fucking goooooo. i will have to listen a few times to figure out how to fit the second verse into the rest of the song but i understand on a subconscious level. AW YEAAAH another +1 for mentioning dreams. don't give up on revenge you always need to strive for it!!! adding this to the list of songs i'm not allowed to drive while listening to. oh my god the OUTRO. delicious

guys on every corner: why do you as a man have guys on every corner (original joke by yadriel(c) 2022). that aside the rhyming is really winning for me. big enjoyer of this song. it really reminds me of fight club which is a red flag if anyone else says it but don't worry guys i'm a weirdo. the last verse is decadent fuck yes

hostages: hey why is this one so long. ohhhh man it's good. i know each song in this album is telling the story of a mini action movie and whatnot but i think, excluding the fact that i haven't listened to the last 3 yet, that this one accomplishes that the best for the format. does that make sense? like the story it's telling is best told through a song and the song is the best vessel for telling the story. if i say it reminds me of die hard does bruce willis come out of the vents and kill me

need more bandages: oh DELIGHTFUL. i am already shouting the chorus while driving despite not being in a car at all. this one reminds me of tintin but like. the bad guys from tintin. y'know? i was really into tintin when i was younger. WHEN THE SHOVELS BREAK WE'VE STILL GOT OUR FINGERNAILS!!!!!! once again +1 for the dream. this one also reminds me of mad max fury road oddly enough. you're right mr goats we ARE going to need more bandages

incandescent ruins: i like the chorus. i have to admit i spent the majority of the time listening to this trying to parse the lyrics and their meaning. again this is one that i'll have to listen to a few times and get to know before i have more thoughts about it but it's very pleasant to listen to

bleed out: 30 seconds in and this is already . woagh. wow. he's gonna bleed out yknow? "every story needs a child...end up just like me" these lyrics are fucking insane. AND THE PAPER RUSTLING NOISES RIGHT AFTER? the g in mountain goats stands for genius. okay wow. this is already one of my top favorites from this album . once again it is 7 minutes long but i completely understand why it's 7 minutes long because it literally couldn't be not 7 minutes long. i love how the last song on albums always feels like a sledgehammer to the ribs. the mountain goats truly understand how to do it. the way jd's voice is cracking toward the end of the song is the cherry on top.

album thoughts as a whole: definitely going to convince my coworkers to play this tonight at work. pretty much all of the song titles are great and i'm a big fan. they really slayed!!!

#post #the mountain goats #bleed out

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cellard0ors · 3 years

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Fic: Movement (1/?)

This is dedicated to @peachworthy - my plan is to work on this when I can. I was going to try and write a full long thing (all puns intended) but thought it might be fun to just do sporadic bits instead!

“As you can see, it’s a pretty nice place…” Mr. Super Tall and Super Handsome and Super-Out-of-Link’s-League tells him as he walks him around the place. Link’s only been half listening because he’s been trailing behind this uniquely sexy giraffe of a man for about half an hour now and it’s been hard to not just…eat him up with his eyes.

Link’s lived in LA for about two years now and while he’s seen some attractive people, they all pale in comparison to…

…oh gosh, he’s forgotten his name again! Not a good thing to do when being toured by your potential roommate to be. Although Link’s pretty sure his current tour guide is just being nice.

No way he’s seriously considering letting Link move in. First of all, Link is a late in life college student trying to get a film degree. Second, this guy could have anyone live with him.

Anyone.

The fact he even needs a roommate is staggering. After all, this place is already furnished. It’s clear he’s lived here for a while now – so the need for someone else-? Link doesn’t get it.

But he sure as heck can’t stay on campus anymore. It’s embarrassing. Most of the other students there think he’s a professor as it is; and bunking with kids half his age has been a nightmare.

Not because he can’t identify with them per say, but because he just-? He wants to interact with people on the same wavelength as him.

And no way is this Greek God and he on the same wavelength. No doubt the guy’s an actor. Almost everyone in LA is. And, no doubt, the guy has probably had some gigs. Several, if the house is anything to go by…

Maybe he lost a role recently? Maybe that’s why he needs the extra income? It’s the only thing Link can think of and he’s stupid enough to voice that, “It is a nice place, man, but I don’t see how I’ll be much help. What you’ve got here looks pretty well lived in. Take it you’ve been here solo for some time and I’m not sure how-?”

“I have,” Handsome admits and oh, that southern drawl. It makes Link think of home. How perfect can one man be? “And, frankly, I don’t need a roommate, but I’d like a roommate.”

“For parts? Like the Black Market?” Link can’t help but joke, and the guy throws his head back and laughs and oh, no…

…Yeah, Link can’t live with this man. It hasn’t even been a full day and Link is practically already in love with him. And thinking of the ‘him’ he forces himself to sheepishly ask, “Um, I, ah, forgot your name again...”

“It’s Rhett.”

Of course it is.

Rhett is such a romantic name.

Rhett Butler immediately springs to mind and Link sighs, “Look, Rhett – like I said, it is a nice place, but-!”

“I tell you what I’d expect in rent?” he asks and when he lists the price, Link decides that – besides being insanely attractive – that the guy is just insane in general.

The rent is cheap. Far, far cheaper than Link expected and it must show on his face, because Rhett shrugs, “Look, Link – I can’t say what it is, but I gotta feeling about you. I’ve met with a couple of potential roommates and, honestly, none of them have gone this far. I haven’t let ‘em. But there’s something about you…”

“My natural charm?” Link asks, but he’s sort of giggly and weird when he does and oh, gosh – why is he so awkward? Isn’t he too old for this? Don’t you reach a certain age and awkwardness just…drops off?

But apparently not and, apparently, Rhett isn’t turned off by it, because he gives him a warm grin, “Might be.”

“Rhett…”

“Might be the accent to be honest,” he confesses, seeming almost shy and that should be illegal, because it just highlights how cute he is, “I’m from North Carolina and it just-!”

“Hey!” Link perks up, “Me too!”

“Really?” Rhett gushes and Link nods, “Yeah, Buies Creek.”

“Oh! My family and I almost moved there! Ended up in Charlotte instead!”

“Wow! Crazy! What are the odds!” And Link hates every cliched thing coming out of his mouth right now, but he can’t seem to stop and Rhett just looks so damned pleased.

As if his feeling about Link is right on the money and Link wishes it was, but this can’t possibly work. Can it? And just as Link is about to voice that, Rhett suddenly looks…apprehensive. Fidgety.

And Link’s caught a bit off guard by it, because – up until now – he’s been so cool. Cool and collected. But now Rhett runs a hand through his thick mane of hair and sighs as if a great weight is upon him, “Ah…actually, I, ah, well – I forgot…”

Here it is. Link’s been waiting for this. The big secret. The big reason someone as amazing as Rhett would need someone like him. Maybe it is the Black Market thing. Link has some nice organs. Real juicy. Maybe revealing his background has made the big guy feel bad – like he can’t carve up a fellow North Caroliner.

Rhett rocks on his heels, “I told you, none of the other potential roommates made it this far and…there’s a reason for that. Even the one or two I kinda considered…well, I, um, I told them what I do for a living and that’s when things sort of fell apart…”

…oh shit. He IS a Black Market organ dealer!

Link’s Adam’s apple bobs as he looks around skittishly. The house is big and they’re alone in it. He’s been so distracted by how hot Rhett is that he hasn't even thought about that fact.

Until now.

What if the other potentials didn’t get this far because they got cut up beforehand? Maybe the whole roommate thing is a farce! Maybe it’s a con! A con to draw people in and-!

“I work in the entertainment industry.”

Link blinks. Blinks and feels like the dumbest man on planet earth as he says, “Well, yeah. You and half of LA. Heck, I’m here trying to get into film myself! Do some directing or sound editing or-!”

“No,” Rhett says firmly, smoothly, meeting Link’s eyes head on as he says in a full deep register, “When I say I work in the industry, I mean it. I’ve, um, had a pretty healthy and…and long career…”

“Really?” Link asks, eyes wide behind his glasses, “Have I seen anything you’ve-?”

“Doubt it,” Rhett interrupts with a humorless huff, “You don’t seem the type. But then,” he eyes him thoughtfully, “I’ve been surprised before…”

Link doesn’t know why he’s being so cagey about this, “What’ve you-?”

“My resume is…” Rhett finally looks away, as if he can’t bear to look at Link when he says it, “…of the adult variety.”

“The adult-?” Link starts to repeat and then it clicks. It clicks and it hits him so hard over the head it’s like a physical blow. The house, the handsomeness – the…everything.

Rhett looks back at him, jaw firmly set as he speaks, “Look, it’s not that I’m ashamed of what I do. Far from it. It’s just a job and it’s one I happen to be good at. But it’s also one that people in polite society aren’t too keen on and considering you’re from my home state you might-!”

“Porn?” Link croaks out and he feels a little like he might faint, “You’re a porn star?”

Rhett just kind of shrugs and the reason Link feels lightheaded has nothing to do with his shock at the man’s career and everything to do with the fact that Link has only seen a few porn films and none of them have ever stared someone so breathtakingly beautiful. The idea that Rhett has been in something like that…

Heat suffuses through Link’s system with equal mixes of lust and shame. Lust because, well, look at Rhett and shame because Link doesn’t want to just view the man as a sex object, Granted, that’s kind of his job, but it just seems…rude.

While Link doesn’t know Rhett well, he knows him well enough at this point to say he’s just a regular guy. An extremely gorgeous regular guy, but a regular guy all the same.

Thinking of him in simple black and white just doesn’t do him justice. So he’s a porn star. So what? He’s nice and this place is amazing and the rent suggested is fantastic and-!

“Take it by your silence you’re gonna decline…”

“No!” Link cuts in quickly and Rhett’s eyes shoot to him, wide and amazed, and Link feels a little sense of superiority at that. At catching this giant off guard, “No, uh – your…your profession isn’t a problem.”

“It’s not?”

“Well, I mean,” Link looks around once more, "You don’t-? You don’t film here, do you?”

The laugh that booms out of Rhett at that makes Link’s toes curl with pleasure, “Nah, man. This place is sacred. Like to keep my personal and professional life separate.”

“And…” Link scratches at the back of his head, “And you won’t, like…bring over a-a partner or partners and-!”

“Don’t have one,” Rhett admits and then the sexiest crinkles form around his eyes, “Although I gotta say, that’s about the slickest way anyone’s ever asked me if I was single…”

The heat from before returns full blast, no doubt coloring Link’s cheeks pure red and it comes completely from shyness, an emotion he is much more familiar with than most, “Oh, no! I-I wasn’t-!”

“Think you were asking if I do some weird sex shit here in the house of the personal variety and, again, no. You work in my field you kinda lose a bit of a taste for it.”

“For sex?”

Rhett nods, “And for a lot of things. It’s like I said – I'd like a roommate. Mainly ‘cause I’ve been feeling a little…disconnected of late. Feel like I need someone in my life who isn’t in the business. Someone I can just, y’know…” his shoulders roll and he bobs about a bit, clearly bashful, “…jam with.”

“Someone on your wavelength…” Link whispers and suddenly, Rhett’s idea that Link might be someone worth keeping around feels totally legitimate. Because Link is suddenly reciprocating it and then some. Because Link's starting to have a feeling about him too.

A feeling that this could work.

It really could.

And, this in mind, Link asks, “When can I move in?”

#rhink #randl #my writing #now one of my earlier question posts becomes clear does it not?#the title is from a hozier song #because that song sounds sexy and i couldn't think of anything else!

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your-daily-biaswrecking · 3 years

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Bunny Dance

pairing: Jungkook x female reader

genre: smut, crack, established relationship au

word count: 5k | reading time: 30 min

summary: You really didn't think Jungkook was serious when you made those bets- betting a sexy performance to each other because it was funny. Yet here he was, waiting for you to give him a striptease. And being very serious about it. This is definitely going to end the way you think it is.

warnings: softdom!kook, sub!reader, unprotected vaginal sex, dirty talk, swearing, sexy dance moves (jungkook dancing is a warning on its own!), domestic uwu, it’s super dorky in the beggining and super intense later

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You heard the door shut, so you assumed your boyfriend was home, and then not two seconds later he burst into your bedroom, making you jump slightly.

"What are you doing?" he asked hastily. You were just lying in bed, scrolling on your phone, you thought that was pretty obvious.

"What am I doing?" you murmured, confused.

"You should be undressing right now!" Jungkook exclaimed, and suddenly loud music was coming from god knows where. But not just any music. It was "You can leave your hat on" by Joe Cocker.

"Excuse me?" you shrieked, throwing your phone away and sitting up to stare at him.

Your boyfriend smirked, swaying his hips and shoulders to the rhythm. "You heard me. You owe me a striptease."

Oh, now he had got to be joking. "Do not!" you argued.

"Yes, you do! Don't try to get out of it, sweetheart. You lost the bet and you know what that means."

Your mouth dropped open and you tried your best to look shocked or mad, but it was getting really hard to keep a straight face when Jungkook was doing one of the silliest dances in front of you. You don't think you had ever seen him this excited before. Pushing the covers away and getting on your feet, you fought through the blush creeping on your cheeks by looking away from his stare and shaking your head in disbelief.

"That was just a joke!"

But Jungkook raised a finger in protest. "No! No way! We shook hands on it, baby! You agreed that if I could shower faster than you, you'd give me a striptease. And I was faster–"

"I didn't actually think–"

"–by a full minute–"

"–that you would do it!"

"–and 43 seconds, baby!" Jungkook kept talking over you. "We made a bet!"

"Yeah, but that was only 'cause you always take an hour in there and we had to hurry!"

He shook his head dramatically. "I don't care! It was a bet!"

"And you have short hair so it's normal that you–"

"Nah, nah, I don't care, baby!" Jungkook interrupted you, moving closer and trying to grab your shirt. "You shouldn't have made the bet if you didn't want to."

You quickly smacked his hands away from you. "You!" You pointed an accusing finger at him. "You lost a bet the other week, but I didn't make you do anything!"

The boy just grinned at you with his teeth in full display, shrugging his shoulders. "Not my fault. You should have asked for your prize if you wanted to."

"Oh!" you laughed. "Then you own me a lap dance, too!"

Jungkook started taking his jacket off, and for a second you thought he got right into it. But he was just laughing at you. "No.… You can't just do that now. I asked for my striptease." He threw his jacket on the ground and started moving closer to you again, the action seeming way more sexual than it was just because of the music still ringing in the background. You stretched your arms out to make sure you keep a distance while backing up.

"Yeah, but my bet came first. So your lap dance should come first," you tried to use reason in a completely unreasonable situation. When the back of your legs hit the edge of the bed, you jumped on it and stood up, towering over the man that usually was the one on top. You chuckled. Seeing his excited face was amusing all on its own, but the height difference really added to it.

Jungkook hugged your legs so that you wouldn't move farther away from him, gaining a short, high pitch shriek from you. "You're only asking for that because I asked first. It's not fair."

"What's not fair is you trying to get a sexy show out of me when you have deprived me of mine!" you chuckled, holding onto his shoulders for balance.

"You never asked!" Jungkook insisted, strengthening his grip when he felt you trying to get away.

"I'm asking right now!" you called out, almost falling on him entirely.

Jungkook stared at you through his lashes for a couple of seconds, and then, with a quick shift and a yelp from you, swooped your legs up and let your back crush on the mattress. Within a moment, he had caged you underneath him.

"Alright then," he talked slowly, with a low tone and his voice huskier. His tongue ran over his bottom lip as his eyes ran over your body under him. "I'll give you your lap dance. But you have to give me my striptease first."

You wanted to laugh, just like you had been doing all this time, but your boyfriend's gaze on you made you choke. You would never get used to that, apparently. Finally finding the strength to make your arms work again, you pushed on his chest, trying to get him off.

"I don't even know how to do that..."

"Sure you do. You just take your clothes off, that simple," Jungkook smirked. "Now, stop acting like a child, and let me see your boobs!"

"Oh, I'm acting like a child? Do you even listen to yourself?" But instead of answering, Jungkook just pouted at you. Dirty way to play the game– he knew you could never resist that pout. "Alright," you sighed. "But on one condition: I choose the song I strip to!"

Jungkook immediately pulled away, getting up and freeing you from his strong body. "No, no deal," he rejected. "You're going to choose a stupid one like- like that Lazy Town song!" Your mouth flew right open. And Jungkook's did too. "Oh my god, you were going to choose that, weren't you?"

You screamed out laughing then. "We are number one!" you cackled. You couldn't even hear your boyfriend's repeated displays of utter despair and refusal over your awe of how in sync you had been.

Eventually, you calmed down and looked at him. He was still pouting, this time with some puppy eyes thrown in the mix. You got up and wrapped your arms around his slim waist.

"Okay, okay... You choose any song you like, but I can't promise I'll be serious about it," you said and Jungkook glowed up with excitement again. "But it can't be this one, turn this off, please." And he did, right away, turning the famous striptease song off, that had either been playing on repeat by now or was just a lot longer than you remembered.

He started looking through his song library, humming a reaction to every song he had saved under his sex playlist. He looked so enthusiastic but also casual about it, you wondered how many times he had done this before. The thought alone maybe you cower in your own clothes, twisting the hem of your shirt nervously. What if he was used to getting stuff like these from his previous girlfriends and you let him down? Because you had definitely not done this before.

You cleared your throat yet still didn't get his attention. "So... Do- do I change? Into something, you know, else? Or..." you mumbled under your breath.

Jungkook shook his head without taking his eyes off his phone screen. "No, you're fine."

You looked down at yourself. "But... I'm just in my pajamas."

"Uh-huh," Jungkook hummed, still not looking at you.

You cleared your throat again. "Shouldn't I be wearing something sexier?" you gulped.

Finally, he looked at you. His eyes ran over your body quickly before a smirk appeared on his lips. "You look sexy, baby. Plus, it's not about what you're wearing but about what you're not!" He winked at you and went back to searching for a song.

You felt your cheeks flare up at his words and dared to take a few steps closer to him, feeling more comfortable. "You seem to know a lot about this, Kookie," you said raising your eyebrows and he gifted you a glance to check your expression.

He sighed with a smile. "I don't, but I can't wait to find out tonight, baby. What do you think about Or Nah?"

You scrunched your nose. "Oh, no. Absolutely not."

"Rihanna's Needed me?"

You cocked your head to the side, thinking about it. "I guess?"

But Jungkook gasped. "Oh, I know! Earned it. By the Weeknd." You opened your mouth but before you could say anything, Jungkook hushed you. "I know you love this one, come on, baby." He hit play and dropped the phone away, placing both of his hands on your waist, his palms oddly warm on you even over the clothes. "Let me see your body move to this."

You pulled away, still not feeling entirely ready for this, but just the way your boyfriend was looking at you was enough to get you moving. Your fingers found the top button of your pajama shirt and lingered there. The boy in front of you moved to take a seat on your bed, staring at your eyes with his wide and awaiting ones. You didn't understand why he wanted this, it's not like he had never seen you naked before, but you still unbuttoned that first button.

Jungkook took a breath, his eyes falling to your hands on your chest. You unbuttoned another one. You weren't wearing a bra –because who does that inside the house?– and now that was becoming apparent to your boyfriend, too.

"I- I don't know what to do..." You mumbled to excuse the way you were just standing there, in front of him, undoing your shirt with an unknown nervousness.

"Hmm..." Jungkook growled in the back of his throat, a sound that made your stomach flip. A sound that meant he was enjoying his show, even if you didn't understand how or why. "Just do what you want, baby," he told you.

The song seemed to be moving so fast, you thought you wouldn't be able to undress before it was over. So you just ripped the rest of the buttons open. And Jungkook took a sharp breath in as your stomach was revealed to him, up until your round tummy under your bellybutton. His reactions, his hungry eyes, the noises he was trying not to make... it all helped you be more confident. Your breasts were still concealed behind the fabric, and before revealing them, you decided to turn around. Your back facing him. And then you slowly let the silk clothing slip from your shoulders.

"Oh, baby..." Jungkook inhaled through his teeth when he realized you were teasing him. Seconds ago you were a shy, awkward mess who didn't want to do this, and now you were giving him a seductive, piercing gaze over your shoulder as your back was getting bare inch by inch. You let the shirt fall completely to the ground. "Turn around, sweetheart," Jungkook said in a raspy voice, which only made you giggle.

Instead of listening to him, you let your head drop back. Back until your hair was falling over your shoulder blades and his eyes could almost see more than your neck. You raked your fingers through your hair, moving it around in what you hoped was a lustful way before you let your hands travel down your body. You felt your breasts, your stomach, your waist, your love handles… You touched all of you the way Jungkook only did. Your fingers slid under your pants and you started pulling them down, slowly, while moving your hips to the rhythm.

Jungkook groaned your name, getting deliciously frustrated. He could see your underwear, some plain black cotton panties covering up half of your ass, and it felt like such an achievement. The moment your pants hit the floor, you stepped out of them and turned a little to the side, allowing him the view of your side profile, the swell of your breast, the bump of your ass.

But the song started fading away and you quickly covered yourself with your arms, turning away from him again.

"Oh, it's over!" you called.

"No!" Jungkook jumped up. "No, no, c'mon. That was such a short song, no, you have to finish!" he objected, again and again.

You shook your head and laughed. "Oh, it's not my fault you chose a short song." The music had moved on to the next sexy song, but you just stayed still.

"Baby, you need to finish," your boyfriend said in the most demanding voice he could muster at that moment, but you were unmoved. You glanced at him over your shoulder- he was pouting, with his eyebrows frowned and his chest swelling. You had to bite your lip. He looked so hot. You let your eyes drop lower, and lower, until they reached his crotch.

"I can't believe that worked..." you mumbled at the sight of a very hard Jungkook, straining through his grey sweatpants. You had barely done anything and yet your boyfriend looked ready to risk it all for you. It astonished you, truly, how easily this boy got turned on by you. He must truly love you, you thought.

"Baby..." he started to say.

"It's my turn now!" you informed him and quickly bent down to grab your shirt. However, Jungkook had different plans.

"Oh, hell no!" he exclaimed as he jumped from the bed, grabbing your body from behind and immobilizing you. "If you're not going to at least finish getting undressed for me, baby, you're not allowed to put anything on."

"Jungkook!" you whined.

The boy just buried his nose behind your ear and planted a soft kiss on your neck. "I'm not taking no for an answer," he whispered in your ear. "If you want me to give you a lap dance, my condition is you stay exactly the way you are right now."

Defeated, you dropped your arms from your breasts and stood straight up again, pressing on his body more while doing so. Feeling just what you had caused down there, flushed on your lower back. A moan was caught on your throat.

"Alright," you whispered back. "Do I choose the song?"

You heard Jungkook sniff your hair before he gave you another kiss on the back of your neck and pulled away. "Sure. Choose whatever you want." It was said in a warm whisper. Then he walked out of the room. You frowned at the open door for a second, wondering where he was going.

You took his phone in your hands, pausing the random song and thinking what you're going to put on for your price. Low-key wanted to just go for the obvious choice: Pony by Ginuwine. If Jungkook was even slightly aware of the famous dance from Magic Mike, you would definitely want to see him do it. But then again, you thought, you wanted something with a slower beat. Get him to go slow so you can savor every second of it. Is there a song like this that also happens to last, say, 10 minutes?

Your boyfriend walked back in with a chair in his hold. "What's this?" you asked.

"If I'm giving you a lap dance, I'm doing it the right way," he explained as he planted that chair in the middle of the room. He looked at you, eyes glistening, glancing at your exposed chest and back at your flustered face. "Did you choose?"

You felt frozen for a moment, paralyzed at the sight of your way too confident and ready-for-this boyfriend. Exactly what was he planning to do? "Uh... Yeah," you said, and you looked at the screen, looking at the first song that was on it. "All Mine, PLAZA." Sure, that's good enough.

Jungkook nodded. He walked to you and took the phone from your hands. "Sit," he ordered.

Without waiting to be told twice, you slid on that chair, holding your hands over your well pressed together lap. You stared at Jungkook examining his phone from the corner of your eye and you gulped. He pushed his hair back with one hand and pressed play with the other. His eyes were immediately on you.

Jungkook dragged his feet through the floor until he was in front of you, grabbing the hem of his black t-shirt and lifting it to reveal half of his torso in a quick tease. He swayed to the music some more, giving you a couple more choreographed moves before he dropped down to a handstand at the first sound of the lyrics. His hands on the floor, as he came down slowly to grind on it, and then thrust a couple of times powerfully. He twisted and slid on the tiles, grabbing the legs of your chair to lift himself, crotch first, until he was towering over your seated form. His eyes found yours and you couldn't help but feel your whole face burn, a moan, or perhaps a prayer of his name, threatening to escape your lungs.

He straddled your lap and you suddenly didn't know what to do with your hands. As if reading your mind, Jungkook grabbed them, intertwining your fingers fast and pushing your hands behind your head, while he started grinding on you. A shaky breath left from your parted lips as his grinds became more aggressive right before he released you and got up. He walked behind you until you couldn't see him. But then you felt him, his hands traveling down your sides, his breath hitting your ear. Suddenly, you yelped as you felt like you were falling backward, and grabbed onto his arms for protection. But Jungkook was the one who pushed your chair back, just like he pushed it back down as he jumped in front of you again, using your hands to pull you close to his body. He grabbed your jaw and brought it close to his, his lips only a breath away from your own, as the rest of his body slowly moved farther away.

With the chorus dropping, Jungkook held the back of your head while he thrust up in the air, his crotch coming dangerously close to your face. And just as fast, he was gone again. You whined as you saw him perform for you from a distance that offered no physical contact. His hands danced under his shirt, riding it up, until it was caught on his head and forcefully thrown across the room. You drooled over your boyfriend's body, over the way his muscles moved along with him. No matter how many times you saw him, you would never get used to this view. That, you could promise.

Your boyfriend got on his knees, crawling fiercely to you. His hands landed on your legs and, without missing a beat, he forced them open.

"Jungkook," you called, but he wouldn't listen. He buried his face right into your center. You moaned loudly as he ground his face on you a couple of times, and then moved higher. His back arched and your hand in his, Jungkook guided you to feel him up, run your fingers down his abs, grab the hem of his sweats, and pull down to reveal the beginning of his pubes. You called him again, but he didn't stop.

He was gone again. Moving to the rhythm of the song you had chosen, his eyes always on your own, his intentions always feral. He was truly giving you the worst he had to offer, in the best way possible. And you couldn't understand how you were the one who asked for this. Or, better yet, how you hadn't asked for this earlier.

Your entire body felt like it was on fire and you couldn't even register everything that was happening. He was there, then he wasn't. Jungkook's hands were on you again, playing with your hair, making you beg. Beg for something not even you were sure what it was. He was grinding on you and thrusting in the small space between you, and all you could do was stare. Until he grabbed both of your arms and pulled you to your feet.

You were terrified, your legs could barely work by then, but Jungkook held you by the waist and moved his hips on yours, making sure you could feel just how hard he was for you. His hands traveled south until he grabbed your ass, squeezing it, and then he pushed.

You gasped as he made you jump, wrapping arms and legs around his body. His face was all over your breasts, grinding and licking. You felt something cold touch your back and you squealed. You were being pressed against the mirror.

"God, Jungkook," you gasped, as he adjusted himself to be able to thrust on you in beat with the song. Your head fell back, your eyes literally rolling up until all you saw was darkness, an animalistic growl roaring out of you. "Oh my god, Jungkook, please just fuck me already!"

You heard a groan, and immediately your back was being released from the mirror and meeting the floor instead, one hand protecting the back of your head from the abrupt collision. Then your wrists were pinned over you, then one leg was pushed up until your knee hit your chest while the other made room for him to grind his dick right on your clothed clit.

"I'd be fucking you already if you had finished getting undressed..."

Your wrists strained against his hold in a pitiful way. "Please..." you begged, and he stopped moving. His eyes examined your burning face with a smirk.

"You enjoying the show?" he asked, out of breath, realizing the song was coming to an end. He lowered his face in your neck and started sucking and biting down on it.

"Hmm, please..." you murmured again as if it was the only thing you knew how to say, and you raised your hips to grind on him, already addicted to the feeling.

"You gonna take those panties off for me now?" you heard his voice come muffled between the kisses on your collarbone. As a response, you ground harder on him, and Jungkook suddenly pulled away. He looked at you, growled, and grabbed your black panties from the sides. Moving away from your legs, he pulled them down until he could throw them away completely.

"C'mere, babe," he mumbled to himself as he grabbed you by the ankles and pulled you suddenly with force until your naked pussy was flashed against his crotch. Slowly, he moved over you, his hard dick inside his sweatpants poking at your clit on purpose with the most agonizing pace, as he hummed and moaned, watching your desperate form squirm, your unfocused eyes water, your open mouth, your burning skin... Stalling as if he had all the time in the world. "Did you like it, baby? My dance?" he asked and all you could do was moan in response. This wasn't the time to make small talk.

Your nails dug in his bare back. "Please, Kookie... I need you."

"I know you do, baby." Jungkook pulled his hips away and looked down. There was a dark grey stain right on the tip of his dick from your juices. "Fuck..." he groaned. "You're so wet for me, baby." So wet he didn't have to do anything to prep you. You were literally oozing out your want for him to fill you up. With his right hand, he pushed his pants down until he was able to pull out his dick. He wasn't wearing any underwear, had taken it off when he was gone to get the chair.

Jungkook grabbed the side of your neck with one hand, almost half choking you, while he pumped himself a couple of times with the other. He brought the tip to your folds, moving it up and down to coat himself in your wetness, to grind on your clit one more time and gain another moan from your pretty lips, to torture you a for little longer.

"You want me to fuck you raw, baby?"

"Yes, yes!" you exclaimed, anguished. "Just fuck me already!"

He pressed his thump on your neck a bit more, while clicking his tongue disapprovingly. "Such a desperate little slut, aren't you? Careful," he warned.

Finally, he aligned himself with your entrance and pushed inside of you slowly.

"Ohh... Fuck!" you moaned, your nails marking him even further as your head fell back. His hand released your throat to grab your breast and squeeze hard as he started moving. He pulled all the way out, then pushed all the way back in until he bottomed. He ground in there a couple of times, nudging your cervix softly, then pulled all the way back out.

"Faster, Kookie" you whined.

Jungkook stopped. He grabbed your jaw and forced you to look at him. "You don't get to give orders here," he told you. And gave you a hard thrust that made you scream. "I do what I want, yeah?" Another hard thrust.

"Oh! Ohh, yes..."

"If I wanna fuck you hard and slow, that's what I'll do," he added, but in contrast to his words, he started picking up the pace. He buried his face in your neck, his warm, quick breaths tickling your sensitive skin. You moved your hands to his hair and started pulling. His pace kept getting faster and his moans sounded like he was already about to cum, but he didn't falter at all. Your mouth found access to the top of his ear and you bit down on it.

"Shit!" Jungkook exclaimed and pulled away, hovering over your face and staring at you. "Babe..." He mumbled, grabbing the back of your knees and pushing toward your chest. When he thrust inside of you again, you could feel him so much deeper than before.

"Oh my god, Kook," you moaned, trying to move along with him to better hit the part inside you you most needed.

"I- I can feel it," he mumbled, biting his lip and rolling his hips inside of you, instead of pulling out and thrusting back in.

"Ah, yes, baby! Right there, make me come," you asked. Ready to please, Jungkook pushed two fingers inside your mouth for you to wet them, then pressed them on your clit, rubbing slow circles.

"Is that what you wanted, sweetheart?" he asked, leaning down and smirking at you.

You nodded deliriously. "More," you rasped.

With a groan, Jungkook made his thrusts quick and hard, his whole hand pressing down over your clit so much that he could feel himself inside you. He growled at the feeling -at the idea- of him being so deep.

He gave you a little kiss. "Is that enough, baby?"

You had to put so much effort into keeping your eyes on his. "Ah, yes! So good! Baby, you're so good." Your boyfriend smiled at the praise and kissed you again, more deeply. He pushed his tongue against yours aggressively in the exact way he knew you liked, trying to get you to cum. Your eyes rolled to the back of your head and you were getting so close you had absolutely zero control over your own body.

"Are you about to cum, love?" Jungkook pulled away to ask. "Sh- fuck! I can feel it. Cum- cum for me, baby. Let me make you feel good, yeah?"

The moment you opened your eyes, and you saw how your boyfriend's dark, blown, dangerous eyes were staring at you as if you were the most gorgeous being in the world, expecting to get an orgasm out of you, that was the moment you peaked. And you screamed his name but were silenced by him kissing you to amplify your pleasure. Jungkook picked up his pace, fucking you hard through your high until he couldn't take it anymore, so he pulled out and immediately came all over your tummy.

Your boyfriend fell next to you, facing the ceiling and trying to catch his breath. You turned your head just enough to be able to see him through your peripheral vision because your body was absolutely incapable of doing anything more than that. He looked so beautiful, you noticed. His hair sticking to his sweaty forehead, his eyes shut closed and his nose scrunched up in an expression that seemed almost painful, yet you knew it was because of his orgasm. His Adam's apple bopping up and down every time he swallowed a breath whole.

"I love you so much," you admitted suddenly. "I'm so lucky to have you."

Jungkook chuckled. "Wow, so in sync. I was just thinking that about you." You smiled, flustered by his sweet words. His head turned to your side and he checked you out. "Give me a minute, baby, and I'll clean you up, yeah?" So he also couldn't move.

You bit your lip to stop you from giggling. "So no round two?"

His eyebrows shot up in his forehead. "Oh? Sure, yeah... Are you willing to get on top?"

You both chuckled. You felt like you could finally move your hand a bit, so you raised it to grab his. "You know, that was amazing. Your dancing."

"I liked it," he admitted.

"Honestly, you looked like you've been waiting for this your entire life," you laughed.

"I have, actually!" Jungkook interjected. He stretched slightly. "You definitely know from now on what we'll be betting on all our bets, right?"

You shook your head with a smile. "I could never be as good as you. Did you not see how awkward my striptease was?"

"What are you talking about, that shit was adorable and sexy as fuck!"

You laughed, covering your mouth. You moved closer to him, cuddling his side. "No, but... I definitely don't mind betting lap dances. I mean, I always win, anyway."

"If we end up fucking like that every time, I win even when I don't win!"

You chuckled and gave your boyfriend a small kiss on his cheek. "Yeah, yeah... Anything you say, bunny."

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randominagines · 3 years

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A Bucky X Fem!reader in which he's overwhelmed by bad memories and he slightly hurts her by mistake, obviously making himself wonder if he can really be next to her

Pairing: Bucky Barnes X Fem!reader

Setting: pre FATWS

Warning: a lot of angst, hurt\confort, mostly fluff but with a pinch of smut

P.s. if you find any mistake please correct me, English is not my mother tongue and I want to improve. Reblog, if you can, it helps a lot, thank you💕

P.p.s. gifs belong to the creators

Vibranium

Y/n was washing dishes and listening to music, her body moving while she was softly singing the song coming from the TV. She was in a very good mood that day because it was saturday and she couldn't wait for her boyfriend Bucky to come back home to enjoy the weekend with him. She put down the last glass and closed the tap. She did a pirouette following the rythm, she used to act silly when she was home alone, while walking toward the bathroom to wash her hands. She looked herself in the mirror: her y/h/c hair were slightly messy so she brushed them with her hands and her face looked relaxed. Her shirt was a bit wet because she forgot to use an apron and she realised that she was still wearing the bottom of her pajamas. She smiled thinking about the fact that she was going to put something sexy on, she wanted to spend a lovely evening with Bucky. Before she could walk toward her room, she heard the familiar noise of the keys turning in the main entrance door.

Bucky slowly opened the door and walked in, his eyes tired and his expression unequivocally sad. It was a tough day for him: December 16th was a tragedy every year. It reminded him of everything bad he had done and been during the period in which he was the Winter Soldier. The anniversary of the death of Tony's parents was still a sore spot for him. He had been filled with anxiety all day long, trying to think about something, anything, else. In the end, the only thought that managed to give him some peace was the idea of coming back home to his lovely girlfriend.

Y/n was comprehensive, kind, smart and the most beautiful girl he had ever seen. Sometimes he used to wonder how could he had been so lucky to find such an angel. She was his clarity during the difficult moments and his absolute happiness all the time; since she arrived in his life she thaught him how to enjoy the good moments and overcome the bad ones, as well. That day, he was feeling extremely nervous and torn, so he just wanted to be with y/n.

She didn't immediately noticed his bad humor: she walked to him, her arms wrapping around his torso. "Baby, you came back earlier." She said while caressing his back. He held her tight and gave her a quick kiss on her forehead, her scent filling his nose: he felt immediately a bit better. "Yes, doll, I wanted to be with you." He said trying to sound and act normal, but she noticed something was off. She raised an eyebrow and scanned him, her y/e/c eyes stuck into his deep blue eyes. " Is something wrong, Buck?" She sweetly asked while caressing his cheek; he gave her a not very convincing smile and took her hand to kiss it. "No, y/n, I'm just tired." He lied.

Y/n frowned, she knew her boyfriend: of course there was something else, but she didn't love to push him. She knew Bucky was sometimes complicated, and that he was not always able to tell her exactly how he felt, he needed time and comprehension in order to feel free to open up. She nodded and decided to do something to improve his mood without making him feel forced to tell her what was exactly happening, he would have done it as soon as he was ready to. She took his hand and pulled him toward the kitchen. "I'll cook something for you, it's almost dinner time. Something you like, what do you think?" She asked while giving him a quick kiss and taking a pot.

He shook his head and turned off the TV while she opened the fridge. "No babe, I'm not hungry at all, plus, I don't want to bother you." He said and looked at her, but she was already pulling out things from the fridge. "My love, you never bother me. I'm happy to do something to make you feel better." She said while filling the pot with water: she was going to make pasta.

He crossed his arms over his chest. "Let it go, babe." He repeated: she looked at him while putting the salt down, her expression a bit disappointed. "Are you sure? I have no problems..." She tried to say while grabbing a spoon but she stopped because Bucky suddenly took her wrist with his vibranium arm. He looked at her, his eyes totally not threatening but his voice firm. "I said, let it go." He said. He didn't sound brusque or aggressive but she winced, because of his grip. She looked down at his metal hand on her wrist, then she slowly looked at him with such a sweetness in her eyes. "Buck, baby, you're hurting me." She whispered with all the delicacy in the world.

A mix of emotions crossed his face: he initially frowned, not understanding how possibly could he be hurting her, then he realized. He widened his eyes and immediately left her wrist, moving his vibranium arm back as if he wanted to put it as far as possible from her. He caressed her cheek with the other hand. "Shit, doll, I'm so sorry, I didn't realize that..." He tried to say, his eyes getting watery. She shook her head and put her hands on his chest while looking at him. "Buck, it's fine, I'm okay." She said, her tone calming.

He took her wrist and noticed it: the red mark left by his fingers was already visible on her skin. He cursed inside, an incredible anger toward himself growing in his guts. She looked at him and realized that something inside of him broke: his blue eyes were filled with sadness and regret and his fingers were shaking while tracing the mark on her wrist.

She put her hands on his cheeks and made him look at her. "Buck, I know what you're doing: stop doing it. Don't think you're dangerous or that you're going to hurt me again because it's not like that. It was just a distraction, it never happened before." She tried to reassure him, he looked at her but his eyes were lost.

"What if it happens again? I hurt you, y/n, I just hurt the only person in this world who means everything to me. I don't know if you're safe next to me. I'm having a bad day, a bad moment and I forgot how to control my strength, that's not okay." He said, his voice almost a whisper. She shook his head and caressed him, her touch gentle on his skin. "Baby, please, you never meant to hurt me." She said and tried to hug him. He took a step back, his eyes stuck into hers. "But I did it." He said and a tear ran down his face.

She looked at him and felt the desire to do something to change the way he was thinking about himself in that moment, but she knew that he needed space right now. She tried to hold back her tears while he walked toward the door. "I need to be alone." He said while grabbing his jacket, she nodded and squeezed her own arms as to comfort herself. "I know, be careful." She said while he opened the door. He nodded, sadness drawn all over his face. "I'm sorry, I love you." He whispered before leaving. The sudden total silence was broken only by her sobbing.

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Bucky was sad. He had been walking around for hours trying to think straight. He had no idea what to do: he was incredibly mortified for what happened, he couldn't stop thinking about the way she had gasped when he grabbed her, and even though her eyes had not showed any signs of fear that didn't change the fact that he had hurt her. It was probably not a big deal to her, but it was to him: he had been not in control of that fucking arm for a second and he couldn't underestimate that. "What if it happens again and you seriously injury her the next time?" He thought while walking into his house. He growled while covering his face with both of his hands, desperately trying to remove from his mind the sickening image of his beautiful, amazing girlfriend hurt because of him. Suddenly he heard a noise coming from his bedroom: y/n used to move a lot in her sleep when she was not calm and the sound of the sheets was the confirmation that she was not sleeping peacefully.

Bucky slowly opened the bedroom's door and walked in. The curtains were opened and the moonlight was caressing y/n's naked legs, her skin almost shining in that light. He quickly removed his clothes, trying not to wake her up, and put the bottom of his pajamas on. He looked at her: she was hugging his pillow, her face buried in it and the sheets wrapped around her torso. Her hair were drawing figures on the pillow and her hands were squeezing the fabric. She had probably woken up many times, she used to do it when Bucky was not next to her.

He sat on the bed and gently caressed her shoulder, his vibranium arm still kept away from her. "I love you." He whispered while kissing her forehead. He stood up and decided to go sleep on the couch, he was even afraid to be next to her, but he felt her hand grabbing his. "Babe?" She asked while sitting up, her eyes squeezing to bring him into focus. He caressed her hand. "Sorry for waking you up; I just wanted to check on you. Go back to sleep, doll, I'll be on the couch." He whispered and she looked at him, her expression sad. "You can stay, if you want." She said while giving him a quick kiss on his shoulder. Her gentle lips on his bare skin sent shivers down his spine: he was still getting used to be touched with such a delicacy. He looked at her. "I want to stay, but..." He said and looked at his vibranium arm. She put a finger under his chin and made him raise his eyes, her thumb caressing his lower lip. "It's okay, you're not going to hurt me." She whispered and he shook his head. "How can you be sure?" He asked, he looked torn.

The moonlight made his blue eyes even more intense. She gently touched his vibranium arm: he gasped but did not oppose. She smiled. "Because I know you and I know that you would never do something bad to me. What happened tonight was a one time thing and I trust you completely, I wish you could trust yourself too, my love." She whispered, her voice sweet. He nodded while laying down, his human arm hugging her and pulling her closer. She rested her head on his shoulder and hugged him back, her fingers drawing figures on his bare chest. She kissed his collarbone, his skin was warm and his body was still a bit tensed up, even the position of his vibranium arm showed how nervous he was, Bucky was keeping it on the bed and not touching her with it. She looked at him. "Do you want to talk to me about what is making you so sad about today?"

She gently asked: she normally wouldn't have done that but she thought that maybe talking about his sorrow was what he really needed in that moment. Bucky took a deep breath but decided to open up completely: he told her about his mission, on December 16th, 1991. He told her what he did and how he was completely brainwashed. She knew a lot of things about the Winter Soldier but she was aware of the facts, not of the feelings. He explained to her what happened with Steve and Tony as soon as the truth came out. He didn't let out a single dettail, telling her everything about how the memory of that particular mission made him feel completely destroyed, like he had never really forgiven himself for all the deaths and sorrow he caused.

Y/n listened to him without interrupting, her hands never stopped caressing him as to make him understand that she was there, just next to him, and she wasn't going to leave him. He looked at her, his eyes watery. "I sometimes feel like I'm still that monster and this arm is a reminder of what I've been, the worst version of me, and today this arm was responsible for hurting you. But that's just another lie, isn't it? It's me. I'm the problem, not the arm." He concluded, his expression a mix of anger and pain.

She looked at him, her eyes stuck into his, and caressed his cheek. "Bucky, babe, I can't fix what happened in your past. I wish I could travel back in time and spare all of that sorrow to you. I wish I could protect you from your bad memories, from your dark moments, from your mind itself. I wish I could make you forget, but I can't. I don't have the power to change your past, but something else I can do: I can be next to you and help you face it. Do not hate your arm, it's part of you and even if you were forced to do horrible things with it you've also protected billions of people thanks to it, fighting for our world to be saved from Thanos," she said while caressing it. "Do not hate yourself, because you never had a choice, you never wanted to kill, to hurt, to cause any pain. You've been through so much and yet, here you are, trying your best to be a better person. I love you for who you are, I fell in love with every single shade of you. You're not a monster, Buck, you're a good person who has lived bad things. Give yourself credits for that." She concluded, her hand running through his hair. He caressed her back and hugged her, his face buried in the crook of her neck.

They stayed like that for an indefinite amount of time, she perceived his tears on her shoulder and caressed his head. "You always see my humanity in a sea of regrets and anger." He suddenly whispered and placed a soft kiss on her shoulder, she smiled. "What I see, baby, is a big heart and an adorable pout." She joked while moving her head back to look at him; his lips curved imperceptibly while hugging her and she caressed his chest. "See? Everything is just okay." She said raising and eyebrow and looking at his vibranium arm, now gently wrapped around her body. He looked at it too and his whole body relaxed, trusting himself again. "I'm sorry, you were in such a good mood, I just screwed everything." He apologized while caressing her back, she shook her head. "It's okay, I am in a good mood again now that you're next to me." She said and her hand ran through his hair.

He kissed her, his lips delicate on hers and his tongue searching for hers. She parted her lips and pulled him closer, his bare chest now attached to hers, she could perceive his heartbeat against her body. He moved her under his body, her legs opening to make space for him. He kept kissing her while caressing her face, she was now laying under his body and her hands were slightly scratching his shoulders. She perceived his muscles moving under her fingers and smiled on his lips. "What is it?" He asked still on her lips, his vibranium arm now caressing her head. "Nothing, it's just, I love your body, babe." She genuinely confessed while her hands travelled from his shoulders to his chest. He chuckled but bit his lower lip while looking at her, the sweetness leaving his eyes to be replaced by desire.

He looked at her, her shirt covering her torso but her legs and stomach completely exposed to his sight. He caressed her waist and she immediately felt her own lust growing inside of her. He obviously noticed it because of the way she moved, as to invite him to touch her more. "You can't imagine how much I want you right now, y/n." He whispered and grinned, all of the tension and sadness of that night finally tossed aside. She blushed a bit but smirked to him, her fingers now tracing figures on his pectorals. "Well, prove it to me." She whispered, her lips near his ear.

He immediately felt filled with lust and put that desire in the look he gave to her, his hands already caressing her legs. He kissed her, this time with such a passion that their lips crushed against each other. His mouth was demanding and his hands delicate but firm on her body. He removed her shirt and her panties and scanned her body while licking his lip, his eyes truly worshipping her.

"Good Lord, y/n, you're gorgeous... you'll be the death of me." He whispered, his voice deep. She caressed the back of his head and smiled. "Babe, I want you." She said, her legs wrapping around his waist. He smiled mischievously. "I'm yours, doll." He said before kissing her again.

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trulymadlysydney · 2 years

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Farewell Fine Line

Okay pardon me for being sappy but since tonight is our last night in the Fine Line era I just want to take a minute and reflect. This is going to be long and corny as hell and you DO NOT have to read it, but I'm feeling sappy so I DO have to write it.

Fine Line was so exciting from start to finish. From the very beginning we knew it was going to be BIG. Even from the fucking "do" tweet that I'll never forgive him for, we knew right away that there was just going to be something about this album.

Lights Up was a day I'll absolutely never forget. When we figured out the lead single was called Lights Up and none of us believed it. (I'll never forget posting on here "Wtf that is not the single title, that sounds like a Liam Payne song" and getting a ton of notes and then turning out to be a clown.) When that thumbnail dropped, we had no idea what to expect. It was so different from anything in HS1 era. It was so sexy and exciting and good and so HIM. Surprising, but him.

I remember Eroda, and how it scared the shit out of me for no reason. (I still haven't watched any of the ads that some of yall were getting on youtube for it). I remember anons telling me I was stupid for believing it was linked to Harry. I remember Fish Anon (moment of silence for fish anon). I remember staying up ALL NIGHT for the music video, and all he dropped was the song. The music video came out hours later, and I remember setting an alarm for like 6am to watch the video.

And god, the album release night. I spent hours on Facetime with @emotionally-imbruised and the lovely Bee (who is no longer on tumblr). We got drunk, and we listened to HS1 in its entirety because we knew it was the last time that that was going to be our only Harry album. I remember Bee living on the other side of the world and having early access to the album, so she'd already listened to like two songs (Sunflower and Cherry-- she waited to hear the rest till I had access to the album) and letting me have just the TINIEST little snippet of Sunflower. (It was the "I couldn't want you any more, kiss in the kitchen like its a dance floor" part and I was hooked from that alone). And I remember it finally dropping-- sitting on the floor of my bedroom (not even in my bed) listening to every song-- even the singles I had already heard-- and live texting Ken and Bee through all of them. We analyzed the shit out of some of them ("No because the long guitar solo in She represents sex and then the climax and then the coming down") and my favorite part of all... when Fine Line ended. I remember just sitting in silence, and getting a text in our groupchat. "Guys... we just listened to Fine Line."

I remember running into my half asleep mom's room JUST to play her the Sunflower "boop boop"s and telling her that my grandpa would have absolutely loved that song.

In my own life, big things were happening as well. I interviewed for (and was offered) my dream job of being a flight attendant, after YEARS of being told no by various airlines. And as thrilled as I was, I was terrified. I can't put into words just how much this album got me through one of the most stressful months of my life. It also gave me one of the most cherished memories I've ever made; February 2020, the plane taking off out of Phoenix to take me to training, listening to Fine Line as we taxied along the runway and hearing the big "We'll be alright" the second the wheels lifted off the ground. Looking over Phoenix, thinking about the big changes that were waiting for me, and hearing that song... honestly I still get chills thinking about it.

I got my wings March of 2020. Obviously, we had no idea what else was going to happen starting that same month. I lived in a crashpad, in a bunk bed, with several other flight attendants, across the country from my parents (first time ever living away from them), and wasn't flying much because of Covid. My other flight attendant roommates were all older, well seasoned flight attendants who didn't really care that much, so I spent a lot of my days alone (AND/OR on facetime with @emotionally-imbruised). And this album became the soundtrack to those memories. This album guided me through a lot of hard times during quarantine. This album means so much to me.

I remember hanging out with @harryfeatgaga in Boston, spending the first day of summer drinking hard seltzer at the beach, our first time having some really deep conversations about life and, of course, listening to Fine Line on her little portable speaker. We still both look back on that day as the day we really became best friends. We listened to the acapella version of Fine Line and SPIRALED over so many hidden vocals we hadn't heard before. We also got our first (and not last) matching tattoo shortly after-- Harry's handwriting (although some of yall seem to think it's Disney Font...) reading "Oh Honey."

Two years later, I was lucky enough to go to Love on Tour several times and watch these songs performed live by the man who means more to me than anything. I got matching tattoos with Paige, @stillafineline, and two other girls who I'd only met 24 hours prior. I was lucky enough to meet so many beautiful friends I'd only spoken to via tumblr, as well as SO so so many others. (The girls Paige and I met at a bar in NY who just so happened to see our matching Harry tattoos. The girls we met in line for wristbands who came over to my, Paige, Caitlin, and @harryshousesonvinyl's Airbnb in LA to get ready. The girls next to us in the pit who watched us deal with a very blackout drunk Sarah Baska. The 17 Harries we picked up on our way to a gay club in downtown NY after Harryween.). I was able to celebrate my 26th birthday in the presence of Harry Styles, who not only performed Medicine, but also had the audacity to say "this is called 'edging'" right before my very eyes. Happy birthday to me, I was edged by Harry Styles.

In those big arenas surrounded by that many Harries and wearing my absolute flashiest outfits, it was the most Myself I had felt in over two years. I'll never forget that.

Fine Line era was hard, but it also had some really beautiful moments throughout the chaos. And this album will forever be one of my favorites. I'm so, so lucky to have experienced it, and I'm so lucky to love Harry.

Goodbye, Fine Line era. I cannot wait to see what surprises Harry has in store for us with the Harry's House era.💜✨

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tyongxnct · 3 years

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𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑾𝒂𝒚 𝑰 𝑳𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒅 𝒀𝒐𝒖 - 𝑳𝒆𝒆 𝑱𝒆𝒏𝒐

pairing: Jaemin x reader, Jeno x reader

special guest: /

summary: Jaemin was everyone’s dream. He was the perfect boyfriend, someone you’d want to introduce to your parents. Your friends were jealous but they didn’t understand you. They didn’t understand how bad you felt in your relationship with Jaemin. They didn’t understand that you missed Jeno. Even thought Jaemin was perfect, you missed Jeno. You missed his love, you missed the fights and you missed making up with him. Your heart will always belong to Lee Jeno.

song: the way I loved you - Taylor Swift

genre: exes-to-lovers!au, angst

warnings: mention of sex, this is a SEQUEL to my story WE DON’T TALK ANYMORE

word count: 3.7k

A/N: thank you for resquesting this song! I hope you enjoy this sequel of we don’t talk anymore 💖💖

taglist: @aesthetichrj @bvbyxuxi

this is fiction!

He is sensible and So incredible and All my single friends are jealous He says everything I need to hear And it's like I couldn't ask for anything better

He opens up my door And I get into his car And he says, "you look beautiful tonight" And I feel perfectly fine

Your relationship with Jaemin was great. No, it was perfect. He was perfect. Jaemin was the perfect boyfriend, everyone’s dream. The way he cared for you, the way he was always there for you, everyone you knew was jealous of your perfect relationship with Jaemin.

You understood them. Who wouldn’t want a boyfriend who was an absolute gentleman, your parents loved him and he was an incredibly good friend. And he was your boyfriend. He was yours, you were his.

Perfect, right?

Jaemin took you on dates at least four times every week, he bought you flowers every time, even though you told him not to, because you had no space in your apartment anymore and the poor flowers died because you couldn’t keep them alive, you were always bad with flowers and plants.

He didn’t care, he wanted to shower you with flowers, chocolate, presents, kisses, and hugs. Jaemin wanted to buy you the world, he wanted to give you everything and so much more, you deserved it so much in his eyes, all of the love he could give to you, you deserved it.

Another day another date.

Jaemin picked you up and he couldn’t take his eyes away from you, he never could.

“Babe you look absolutely gorgeous tonight. No scratch that, you look gorgeous every night. Are you sure you are human?”

And the whole night he kept on complimenting you, at first your heart fluttered and you got shy and happy. But after months of hearing the same things over and over again, you didn’t feel special anymore. You didn’t feel like wearing something pretty, he was going to tell you how gorgeous you looked anyways.

The worst part was when he told you how perfect you were on your period, you almost exploded. You were so angry, you felt so disgusting and ugly and he kept on telling you that you were perfect.

You didn’t feel like it and you knew that you looked like a witch with your messy bun, sweatpants, and your hoodie. Your mouth covered in chocolate, you felt like absolute shit, and he was there standing and telling you that you looked perfect.

But you didn’t want to feel perfect every single day.

It sound weird but it’s exhausting.

You didn’t want to hear those compliments every second of your day, you wanted to feel special but you didn’t feel special anymore.

And that was your breaking point.

You loved Jaemin, you were happy with him, you never fought, you never had a disagreement, he always agreed with you on anything. It was almost like Jaemin had no opinion.

“Where do you want to go tonight?” he asked you as he smiled brightly at you.

“I don’t care. Can’t you choose for once?” you watched the cars driving past you.

“Babe, you know that I eat everything, I’m fine with anything you want.”

“McDonald’s.” you just wanted your fries and go home.

“McDonald’s? But it’s date night babe?”

“Then choose yourself! You asked me and I gave you an answer!” you blurred out without thinking. “I’m sorry I didn’t mean to yell-“

“You’re right though babe, McDonald’s it is!” he was still smiling at you even though you just yelled at him?

Sometimes you wished he would just scream at you and get angry, hell you would thank him for screaming at you, but he never raised his voice at you. Never.

You ate silently your burger and Jaemin held your hair back. “You eat like a little baby.” He giggled.

You ignored him.

“Babe you spilled some sauce on your hoodie.”

“Love, are you still hungry? Do you want me to get you a happy meal?”

“My pretty baby looks so cute with sauce on her lips.”

You were too tired to think of ways to stop him from babying you. You ignored him the whole way back to your apartment but he kept on talking and talking. You shouldn’t be bored, but you were. You were so tired of the same stories and words. You didn’t even notice that you fell asleep until Jaemin softly woke you up. Without giving him a goodbye kiss or asking him to come up, you just said bye and left his car.

You couldn’t really talk to your friends about your situation with Jaemin. They looked at you as if you were a mad woman.

“Are you crazy? Jaemin is a sweetheart, he is so handsome and a gentleman. How could you get bored? I could listen to him all day long.” Your friend said.

“Why don’t you date him then?” you hissed at her, you were annoyed that she spoke so highly about your boyfriend, back in the days, when you were with Jeno, she also tried to get into his pants but Jeno was always faithful to you.

“Honey! I don’t mean it like that, I mean, did you forget how Jeno treated you? Look at Jaemin, he treats you like a queen, he loves you so much. I’d kill to get a boyfriend like him.”

Your friends kept talking about how perfect Jaemin is and you were just sitting there with them, trying so hard not to explode. They didn’t understand you, nobody did. Jaemin is perfect, you know that, but your heart doesn’t want perfect.

But I miss screaming and fighting And kissing in the rain And it's 2 a.m. and I'm cursing your name You're so in love that you act insane And that's the way I loved you

Breakin' down and coming undone It's a roller-coaster kinda rush And I never knew I could feel that much And that's the way I loved you

You watched Jaemin sleep next to you. His pretty face looked beautiful in the moonlight. Everything about Jaemin was beautiful and great, but your mind was still on something else.

Or on someone else.

You turned your back to him, you felt ashamed that you thought of another man while your boyfriend was right next to you, but no matter how hard you to tried to push him off your mind, he always found a way back. Jeno always found a way back. It was two a.m. and you hated it that he was on your mind every.

You missed it, you missed your relationship with Jeno.

You missed loving him and being loved by him.

You missed yelling and screaming until both of your lunges hurt, because in the end his love was always stronger than his words to you.

You missed fighting with Jeno because you felt alive whenever he came back apologizing, you felt even more loved whenever he tried to tell you that he was sorry and how much he loved you. You saw it in his eyes that no fight was worth giving up your relationship, until he really went too far and you had enough.

But was it worth it?

Was breaking up with Jeno really worth it?

There was so much passion in your relationship, so much adrenaline and powerful love, so much lust and desire.

Your relationship with Jaemin was almost just one sided. He loved you, he bought presents for you, he kissed and hugged you, he fucked you, he was there for you.

It’s not like you just let him, you tried. You really tried to be a perfect girlfriend for perfect Jaemin, but he never let you. He never lets you do anything for him, he told you to let him do anything for you. But you couldn’t live like that, you couldn’t just sit back and let him have a relationship on his own.

Jaemin told you that he wanted to spoil you, since your breakup with Jeno was so hard, but it’s been months and you weren’t the broken girl you were before, you were ready for a new relationship, you were ready to do anything for Jaemin, but in the end you were just bored and angry.

Jaemin treats you like a little baby, whereas Jeno treated you like a woman. A strong, sexy, independent woman. And you loved it, you loved your dynamic with Jeno. You loved the fire in your relationship, you loved everything about your relationship.

Your relationship with Jeno was a rollercoaster and your relationship with Jaemin is plain and simple.

You love Jaemin, but you would never love him the way you loved Jeno.

He respects my space And never makes me wait And he calls exactly when he says he will He's close to my mother Talks business with my father He's charming and endearing and I'm comfortable

You visited you parents with Jaemin. They told you they missed him and wanted you to come over and Jaemin was hyped to meet you parents again. They loved Jaemin, he was the ideal son-in-law, the ideal man for their daughter and of course, he wasn’t Jeno.

Jaemin helped your mother with dinner and he helped your father in the garden while you were in your old childhood room going through your old memories.

Memories of Jeno and you.

Jeno and you on your first date.

Jeno’s cute love letter for you (he hated it whenever you talked about it, he was so embarrassed about it).

And many of your anniversaries.

“Babe! Dinner is ready!” Jaemin softly knocked on your door and scared you.

“Shit! My heart.” You held onto your heart, he scared the shit out of you.

Jaemin was watching you wallow in memories for a couple minutes until he decided to wake you up from your daydream. He saw the pictures of you and Jeno in your hand and he was hurt. Jaemin knew that you were thinking about him non-stop, but he hoped that your love for Jeno would fade away and you’d move on and love Jaemin just like Jaemin loved you.

He’d give you more time if you needed, he’d wait for you, he’d give you as much space as you need to sort out your thoughts and feelings.

“What are you doing? What’s that?” he asked you as he saw the letter and the pictures in your hand.

“Oh it’s nothing… important,” you put the pictures and the letter back to their place. “Let’s go downstairs, I don’t want the food to get cold.” You faked a smile.

You didn’t say a word, you just ate and half listened to your family talking with Jaemin.

“What do you say Y/n?” your dad said.

“Huh? What?”

“What do you say to moving in with Jaemin. I really don’t like you staying all alone, and we trust Jaemin enough to live with you and care for you.”

Jaemin saw the frown on your face. “Dad-“

“Sir, I think we shouldn’t rush. I know Y/n, and I know that she needs her own safe place. Everything is perfect right now, we don’t need to live under the same roof, I care for your daughter anyways, but like I said, we should wait a little more.” he smiled at you and you secretly thanked him for saving the situation.

Jaemin knew that you weren’t ready to take the next step in your relationship, he knew that you needed a place just for yourself, a place you could go to whenever you wanted to be alone.

“Alright son, it’s your decision.”

After dinner you helped your mother cleaning up the kitchen and Jaemin and your father went back to the garden, talking about Jaemin’s work.

“I’m so glad you’re not with the other guy anymore.” Your mother said as she watched her husband and Jaemin from the window.

“He has a name mom.”

“As If I say his name ever again,” she huffed, “After what he did to you, after how he treated our little baby daughter-“

“I’m not a kid anymore mom, and don’t talk about Jeno like he killed me, we had arguments like any other couple. Any other normal couple.” You and Jaemin weren’t a normal couple, you were far from that.

“Are you defending him now? Did you forget how much you cried when you came to us after your breakup?”

“Maybe it was a mistake to break up with him.” You mumbled to yourself.

“What did you say honey?”

“I said, maybe it was a mistake to break up with him!” you admitted to your mother.

“What? Don’t tell me you miss him? Look at him,” she pointed at Jaemin, “You have a perfect boyfriend, Jaemin is someone you should love and marry.”

“Oh god mom, you don’t get it. Nobody get’s it. Seriously, if you all think so highly about Jaemin why don’t you go and marry him and leave me alone?!”

You left the kitchen angrily and made your way to Jaemin and your father.

“It’s late, we should go.” You told Jaemin who was just talking to your dad.

“It’s not that late, stay a little longer. Your mother baked a cake this morning-“

“No dad, it’s really late. We should really go.”

Jaemin didn’t want to anger you, he could see the anger written all over your face, so he just agreed with you, like he always did.

“Thank you for tonight, dinner was amazing.”

You were already waiting in the car as Jaemin bid goodbye to your parents.

He silently drove you home, for the first time he didn’t talk and talk and talk. The silence was refreshing, you could finally rest your mind and soul after the dinner with your parents.

“I’ll call you tomorrow around 12, is that alright for you?” Jaemin asked you softly.

“Sure. Drive safe.” you just wanted to take off your clothes and take a long shower.

But I miss screaming and fighting And kissing in the rain And it's 2 a.m. and I'm cursing your name You're so in love that you act insane And that's the way I loved you

Breakin' down and coming undone It's a roller-coaster kinda rush And I never knew I could feel that much And that's the way I loved you

Jaemin left you that night and you were glad that he managed the situation with your parents and moving in together. You weren’t ready to take that step with Jaemin, hell you weren’t even sure if you saw a future with him. You had to admit, that all you could think about was Jeno and that was so wrong, but you couldn’t stop thinking about him.

You felt bad for Jaemin but talking about moving in together helped you realize that you could never love anyone as much as you loved Jeno and that there was actually no future for you and Jaemin. Jaemin was perfect, but you don’t want perfect, you want Jeno. You want the passion and the love you had with Jeno.

Jaemin didn’t deserve to be led on, and he definitely didn’t deserve to be second choice. Jaemin deserved someone as nice as him, as kind as him and his lovely as him. But that person was someone else, not you.

You were missing Jeno. Jeno made you feel tons of emotions and Jaemin didn’t.

You remembered the last time you saw Jeno, he looked so broken, so lost. You remembered the last call you had. How he tried to get you back and how much you’ve been thinking about him since then. It wasn’t long ago, maybe he still wanted to get back with you. Maybe he has someone else already.

You could hear the pain in his voice when you told him that you actually wanted to give him a second chance before. It broke your own heart hearing his broken voice and telling him that it was over was maybe a big mistake.

Because clearly, it wasn’t over. Your feelings, your love for Jeno was still there.

“Hey.” Jaemin called you exactly at 12 the next day.

“Hi.” he almost whispered, “Can I come over?”

You told Jaemin that it was okay to come over and you felt like it was over, because it was.

Jaemin was sitting on your couch and you were at the other edge, leaving space between you two.

“How did you sleep?” you tried to be nice, you didn’t want to fight with him again.

“Good. You?”

“Good, I guess.”

Silence.

He can't see the smile I'm faking And my heart's not breaking 'Cause I'm not feeling anything at all And you were wild and crazy Just so frustrating, intoxicating Complicated, got away by some mistake and now

Jaemin leaned to you and pressed his lips softly on yours. You didn’t feel anything. You didn’t feel any sparks, your heart didn’t beat against your chest, you felt nothing.

You smiled and nobody could see how fake your smile was. Jaemin never realized that you always faked a smile, that most of your affection was fake until now, but he couldn’t blame you. It was alright, he was alright. Jaemin wanted to kiss you one last time before it was officially over between you.

“We’re breaking up, right?” he said in a painful tone.

“I’m sorry.” You whispered. You were sorry, but you didn’t feel like you were making a mistake, because you weren’t. This was the right decision. Breaking up with Jaemin was the only right thing to do, for him and for you.

“It’s okay. I saw you going through your stuff yesterday in your old room and I knew that it was over. And I’m not mad, I don’t understand but if your heart still wants him, there’s nothing I can do.” He nervously played with his fingers.

“I’m sorry. I never wanted to hurt you, but the things I feel for him, it’s just so different and I tried to stop it, but I couldn’t. I just can’t stop loving him” you felt dumb for leaving Jeno in the first place and maybe you were destroying everything good in your life right now, but it wasn’t fair to Jaemin, he deserved better.

Jaemin’s heart broke, and you could see it in his eyes, but your heart didn’t feel anything but relief.

I miss screaming and fighting And kissing in the rain It's 2 a.m. and I'm cursing your name I'm so in love that I acted insane And that's the way I loved you

Breaking down and coming undone It's a roller-coaster kinda rush And I never knew I could feel that much And that's the way I loved you oh, oh

You found yourself in front of Jeno’s apartment, your old apartment. Were you making the biggest mistake of your life right now? You didn’t know and you didn’t care, you just wanted to tell Jeno what you feel and get it off of your chest. So that’s what you did.

You softly knocked on his door.

You were as shocked as Jeno was when he opened the door and your eyes locked.

“H-Hi.” You whispered. You couldn’t stop yourself from crying, so you just let the tears roll down your face.

Jeno opened his arms for you and you jumped into his arms and hugged him as tightly as you could. You sobbed in his arms as you hid your face in his chest. Jeno was also crying and holding you tightly, he’d never let go. He’d never do the same mistake again, he couldn’t lose you ever again.

“I love you. I love you so much, I’m so sorry,” he cried out, “I can’t live without you.”

You sobbed harder, it was impossible to stop loving him, Jeno is your everything, you also can’t live without him.

“I’m sorry-“ you apologized for leaving him, for telling him to never call you again.

“No, no, you did nothing wrong, everything was my fault- I did this to us and I’m so sorry. I love you so much, I promise you I’ll never let go of your hand again if you give me a second chance.”

You softly pulled back and looked him in the eyes, his eyes were as red and puffy as yours.

“I love you so much Jeno, nothing makes sense without you. I don’t want to be away from you ever again, I can only love you.” you confessed.

Jeno softly placed his hands on your cheeks and wiped your tears away “I will always love you, I’ll always be there for you. I love you so much, I’m sorry for hurting you, I’m sorry for letting you go. I’m so sorry for everything I said and did.”

His apology was genuine, just like his love for you.

Jeno loved you and you loved Jeno, as simple as that and going back to him was the best decision you have ever made.

You were cuddling with Jeno on his couch and talking about everything you had missed in each other’s life, and he was dying to ask you this one question.

“Can I ask you something?” he asked and kissed your temple.

“You already did,” you teased him, “I’m kidding. Of course you can.”

“Did you love him?”

You knew that he’d ask you about Jaemin and that was okay.

“I think I did, I don’t really know. It was different with Jaemin. He was different.”

“So you just broke up with him?”

“Yes. Well it was a mutual decision. I didn’t want to hurt him and he knew it already.”

“Knew what?”

“That I was never going to love him like I love you. That you are the only one I want to be with, that you are everything to me and that I love you so, so much. He knew that I missed you and that I was thinking about you. Jaemin knew that the way I loved you was so different and I knew it too.”

You looked him in his teary eyes, he almost cried again and it hurt you to see him so vulnerable.

“I love you so much, I’m so sorry. Forgive me for being an idiot.” he mumbled against you lips.

“I love you too, I forgave you Jeno, or else I wouldn’t be here in your arms.” You smiled softly and connected your lips with his.

And that's the way I loved you oh, oh Never knew I could feel that much And that's the way I loved you

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hawkss-whore · 3 years

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At Home Meal (NSFW 18+)

You felt like surprising Hawks today. So you spent hours cooking a nice meal and getting ready. You cleaned the house and set candles around the house. You put on a nice red skin tight dress with your hair up in a ponytail with curls. You didn't put on too much makeup, just a bit of mascara, eye shadow, and lip gloss. You were getting nervous the closer the time came for Hawks to get home. You were looking at your phone constantly, checking the time over and over. Then you heard keys nearby, he was home.

Hawks: Hey babybird, today was a long day-

Hawks just stands at the door looking at you

Y/n: What? Is something wrong?

Hawks: Did- Did you do all of this for me baby?

Y/n: Yeah, I just thought we deserved some romance, we haven't had much of it lately. Do you like it or is it too much? Sorry I just wanted it to be special but I guess I kind of went overboard, I even wore this nice dress but maybe I should have worn something more simple. I'm sorry-

Hawks: No no babybird. I love it. This is amazing, and you look so sexy in that dress like wow. I mean you always look sexy but damn babybird, what did I do to deserve someone like you. This is beautiful, it's perfect.

You sigh, okay good at least he didn't think I was going overboard. You felt yourself relax as the most stressful part already passed. He said he loved it, that's all that mattered.

You both ate the meal you cooked for him. It felt nice, finally being able to be with him. Even if it wasn't at some fancy restaurant, everything felt perfect like if it was a dream, a dream come true. You both laughed and joked around while you ate. It felt like that teenage love, the one where the possibilities are endless and where anything is possible. God you loved him so much. You wished this moment would never end. As you both finished your meal you got up to start washing the dishes and cleaning. As you're starting to wash dishes Hawks comes up behind you and grabs your hips, pulling you towards him.

Y/n: Hawks, stop that. I need to clean up.

Hawks: *he whispers in your ear* The dishes can wait. I'm in the mood for dessert baby

Y/n: Dessert? From where? I didn't make any, wait I can go to the store and buy us some cake or ice cream, Dessert?? How could I forget!

Hawks: *giggles* You are just so adorable aren't you feather? God sometimes I don't know how that innocent little brain of yours ended up falling for me

Y/n: What are you talking abou-

Hawks: *growls in your ear* You're my dessert baby, you and that tasty, soft, sexy body of yours. I want to eat it all up. I wanna taste every inch of you. And it's not fair if only I have dessert, so why don't we both serve each other on a platter and dig in. You like the sound of that baby?

Y/n: I- Right now? Are you sure? Bu-

Hawks kisses you roughly before you can finish your sentence

Hawks: Cmon babybird, let's do less talking and more kissing

Hawks picks you up and sets you on the island in the kitchen. He starts kissing your neck while leaving small hickies behind. God it felt so good. You started breathing fast and moaning softly. I hate how good he is at making me melt in his hands.

Hawks: Already aroused babybird? We haven't even started *chuckles*

Ugh, you hated how much he teased you. But at the same time, you loved it so much. And speaking of teasing, he started to trail his finger, from your chest, to your stomach, to just above your panties. You tensed up. You knew what was coming next.

Hawks: Oh am I getting too close? Do you want me to keep going or to stop here?

You hated when he did that, he knew you wanted him to keep going but he wanted to tease you. He always wanted you to beg for the thing both of you knew you wanted. You let out soft moans, maybe he'll accept that as a yes.

Hawks: I need you to tell me you want it babybird, I wanna hear you say you want my fingers in you

Fuck, you were growing desperate, he was right there why couldn't he just do it? It was starting to stress you out. You NEEDED him to put his fingers inside you. So you did what he said.

Y/n: Please, finger me daddy. Please I beg you, I need your fingers inside me. I'm desperate for your touch.

Hawks: *grins* That's more like it babybird

He starts fingering you. You try to hold back the moans, but it's so hard. He starts with one finger then not long after slides a second one in. God it felt so good. He kisses your neck as he continues to finger you. You are struggling to keep yourself under control, to keep yourself from screaming from satisfaction.

Hawks: Aww cmon songbird. Let me hear that beautiful song of yours. I wanna hear every single note. I want to know that you like this. Doesn't matter who hears, I won't stop till you scream my name as your cumming.

Fuck. You knew he was serious. He wouldn't let you cum until you were screaming his name. What if the neighbors hear? How would they look at me? God that would be so embarrassing. But we can worry about that when it happens, because right now I don't think I could be quiet even if I tried to. God this man knows how to use his fingers.

Your moans started to escape your mouth, they spilled out of your mouth as you stopped trying to hold them back. You were so loud they probably heard you outside. But you didn't care, because you felt so good right now.

Hawks: God baby you are so sexy. I think I want a taste of that. Don't mind if I do.

Hawks starts kissing you, slowly making his way down to where his fingers were. You twitched the closer his mouth got to its destination. You waited, he was taking his time on purpose. You wanted to just push his head down to speed up the process, but you knew it'd be worse for you than him if you did that. So you waited for what felt like a lifetime. Of course, he can't do anything without teasing you first.

Hawks: Do you feel how close I am babybird? Do you feel my hot breath on your inner thighs? Oh twitching? Are you that desperate for my tongue baby? Should I keep going? Or should I-

You couldn't wait anymore, you got impatient. You crossed your legs and pushed hawks face into your pussy. Cutting him off before he could even finish what he was gonna say. You might get in trouble but right now, you NEEDED his tongue in you. Whatever happens later, whatever punishment you get doesn't matter. Right now you needed this.

Hawks: Wow songbird, awfully needy aren't you? I'll let it slide this one time. I love how desperate you are for my touch. I love that right now, i'm the only one who can get you to cum. So, don't mind if I do.

He continues to tongue fuck you, it felt so good. Your eyes were rolling in the back of your head. Wow that man sure can use his tongue for something more useful than talking. You couldn't contain yourself. You were struggling to stay still. This gave Hawks more confidence, knowing you were falling apart right in front of him because of what he was doing.

Y/n: I- I'm going to cum

Hawks: Oh are you now songbird? Then let's speed the process up shall we?

Y/n: Yes, please daddy make me cum. I beg you. I'm so close. Please jus-

You came. It felt amazing. Your eyes were rolling in the back of your head. You were struggling to breathe. Wow that was just amazing. You felt like every bit of energy was just drained from you.

Hawks: Oh kid, were not done here. That was just the beginning.

Hawks picks you up and carries you to the bedroom. You were so tired. But I still wanted more. You wanted to feel every part of his body on you. You wanted to return the favor and make him feel good.

Hawks: Now, how about we shut that mouth of yours with my cock

He didn't let you answer. He quickly picked you up. You were now standing in 69 position.

Hawks: Now, why don't you suck my cock with that pretty face of yours feather?

You do. You start sucking his dick. You use both hands as well. You want to show him what you can really do. You can hear him moaning. It felt so good knowing he was moaning because of you. You feel his breathing against your inner thighs, no he can't be serious. He starts tongue fucking you again.

Y/n: Hawks no. I can't take it. I already cummed once I can't take anymor-

You were cut off by your own moans escaping from your mouth

Hawks: This is punishment for forcing me to eat you out like that earlier. Don't get me wrong it turned me on but i'd like to do things at my pace. You didn't actually think i'd let it slide now did you babybird? Even a bird brain would know that. Wow look at that, still dripping wet. Let me clean that up for you

Fuck! You knew he wasn't gonna let it slide. But god was it so hot. You sucking his dick while he's eating your pussy. The room was filled with moans.

Not long after, you were both on the verge of orgasming. Then, it happened. You both orgasmed at the same time. Wow did it feel amazing. You both were out of breath, struggling to breathe.

Hawks: Wow songbird, didn't know you had that in you. Now, how about I put something else in that pussy of yours huh?

Y/n: O-okay

Hawks: Do you not want me to kid? Cause to me it sounds like you don't want me to. I won't give you something you don't want. So if you do want it, beg. Beg for me to fuck you so hard you can't walk tomorrow.

Why does he always have to tease? It's so annoying. But boy does he look so hot when he does. The dominance. Knowing he could do anything and that you were his and only his. Ugh he was just so damn sexy and irresistible.

Y/n: Yes daddy. Please f- fuck my pussy. Fuck me so hard that I can't walk. Please, I beg you.

Hawks: That's more like it

He throws you on the bed and quickly climbs on top of you. And without hesitation, he puts his cock inside of you. You flinch at first, but god did it feel good. It was pain and pleasure at the same time. You thought to yourself, I can't orgasm 3 times, I will lose my mind.

Hawks: How do you like that babybird? Why don't you sing me that song of yours again. I wanna hear it echoing through the room. I wanna hear you screaming baby, won't you do that for daddy?

Y/n: *shaky breath* Y- yes D- daddy

Hawks: That's a good songbird. I'm gonna fuck you till you can't walk. I'm gonna have to carry you everywhere after this. I am gonna destroy you kid.

Oh it was so hot when he was dominant. When he spoke about destroying you. Wow, you were struggling to even think straight at this point. You were a mess, the mascara running down your face, you drooling and struggling to breathe. It was all a beautiful mess.

You were both about to cum again. You can tell he was because you felt his cock pulsating like it did when he was about to cum. And he could tell you were too, he felt your pussy tightening around his cock as you got close to your orgasm.

Hawks: Aww fuck babybird! I can feel it, you need to cum too right? Well cum, cum for daddy. Let's cum together kid. God, I'm so close! I-

And just like that, You both cummed at the same time again. You were so tired, you quickly felt your limbs fall. That was a wild ride. You felt so good.

Hawks: FUCK BABYBIRD! You sure know how to milk a cock dry. How did I get so lucky with such a beautiful girl who has such a sexy body? I just wanna kiss every single part of that sweet body of yours. But right now, I think we're both pretty tired out. I know I am.

Y/n: Yeah. But what about the dishes, we left everything out I should go clean it up-

Hawks: Shhh we can do that tomorrow babybird, right now I just want to cuddle you. I want to hold you and play with your hair. You deserve some love after what you just did cause wow baby, you were amazing. I love you for more than just your body, you know that right kid?

Y/n: I know

Hawks: I want you to know that I don't need sex, sure its definitely a plus being able to have sex with you. But I don't need it. What I need is you, your love, your hugs, your smile, your laugh, that's what I need from you. All of that is better than sex. Now, come get closer, let me hold you babybird

You scoot over to hawks side of the bed. You lay on his chest, you can feel his heartbeat, it's not racing as fast as it was before. Yours still was, I mean I did orgasm 3 times. I don't even know how i'm holding myself together right now.

Hawks tells you as he lightly scratches your back

Hawks: I love you kid. And I know I already said it but I will say it a million more times if I have to. You really are the most important person to me baby, I never wanna lose you. Now, let's get some sleep okay baby. Just relax, I'm here, by your side. And I will be here by your side, for the rest of forever.

He kisses your forehead. You felt so safe. I wish everyday was like this. Not the rough sex, although I wouldn't mind it. But being here, in his arms. It's a feeling I can't explain. It's a feeling I never wanna forget.

In just a few minutes you both ended up falling asleep. Well, another wild day has come to an end. Ugh I love him so much. I don't think I could ever find someone like him again.

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impaladolan · 4 years

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Capture - Grayson Dolan [1/-]

summary: a typical morning run leads to a new life of monstrous things you’d never want to speak of in front of your own mother.. ;)

warnings: not exactly smut— but some bdsm elements, swearing, and a kinda short little chapter for this soon-to-be series!

YOUR rapid breaths aligned with the pattern of your feet created a musical rhythm for your excessively beating heart to follow, your lips muttering numbers that you really didn't know why you were counting. You could see your breath in the shallow light that cascades from each lamp-fixture littered with moths and flys that linger still in the early midst of the morning. The exuberating feeling of the cool air entering and exiting your lungs each moment was what you lived for. Though it was the very first task of the day, it was all around your favorite. To wake up around four in the morning and run a couple miles before six o'clock made you feel on top of the world. And it never feels better than it does in the fall season, where the autumn leaves decorate the ground beneath you and the air frigid but nice against your rosy cheeks. You always dread when the winter came, needless to say that you've fell a time or two on the slippery sidewalks of New Jersey in the middle of January. But that didn't stop you, though your tailbone suffered for a month or two.

But this morning's air felt different.

You couldn't necessarily put a finger on it, but it just had an off-putting feeling that made the hairs on the back of your neck rise. Maybe it was the obnoxiously loud barking dog yanking on it's bound chains or the screeching pussy cat settled in a tin garbage can, it all just felt eerie and ominous.

Subconsciously, you decided to take a breather break and have a seat on a nearby bench. Your chest rose and fell at a quick pace, much like your running, as you sat yourself down, soon to study the area around you. Tame Impala soothingly played through the earphones engulfed by your ears, a soft humming of the lyrics coming from your own mouth as your breaths began to steady. It was incredibly nice out, with barely any wind and a chilled atmosphere surrounding your active body was the perfect mixture for the start of a day. It felt almost too nice..

Yes, you appreciated the lyrics and productions of Tame Impala's songs, but if it weren't for those soft rhythms, you would've heard the obvious crackle of a broken, stepped on stick not too far behind you. You would've heard the soft breaths that heaved and hoed around you. Even the ever so quiet chuckle of a presumable man's presence hidden in the creeping darkness. So when this dark figure approached your sound persona, you had no clue. It came to you as a surprise when the sudden pressure of a cloth clashed against both of you airways. Only out of fright did you largely inhale the calming scent that made your eyelids droop. You faded in and out of consciousness, remembering the little details you could grasp at the few times your eyes were open. One moment you felt as though you were quite a bit taller, maybe thrown over a giants shoulder. And another, where the cushiony seats of a fine smelling vehicle wrapped you in a warmth you didn't know your body needed. But after hearing the faint click of a seatbelt, your body was limp and useless, so your eyes permanently shut out of fatigue and tiredness.

It feels like a dream, it has to be a dream.

To wake up in such a beautifully furnished room surrounded by a puffy duvet and comfy pillows laid beneath your head was far from what you last remembered—which wasn't much at all. You remember waking up, getting dressed and heading out for a run, as usual, but the rest was too foggy and it made your overbearing headache worsen. So instead of focusing on how you may have gotten in such a lovely room, you exchanged your thoughts to where your are in the meantime. It was no secret that you were definitely settled in someone else's bed, distinguishably a man's since the colors of the room were neutral and gray. Tall glass windows that cover the entirety of the wall on your left where showcasing the glimmering rise of the sun, but it wasn't very bright considering the drowsy overcast that hung around.

It kinda fit your mood, actually.

But nonetheless you needed to figure out how to exactly leave the nice comfort of the mattress you were sprawled across. Though, the attempt to leave was absurd. Your limbs ached as much as your head does, which is a great amount, and it felt near impossible to even lift your head in the slightest. So with a sigh of defeat, you retire back to your former position, except this time there was the view of the unmoving ceiling.

Contrary to your aches and pains, your body jolted upward when the loud, intrusive sound of a heavy door opening invaded the large space around you. You didn't dare look to your right, towards what could be the reason you were in such a place. The spaced out footsteps that smacked against the marble flooring, due to lack of footwear, became near and you just couldn't resist the slight opening of your eyes.

Low and behold, an angel of a man stood before you, with a sheepish grin and a button nose. He was shirtless, thankfully, but his lower half was covered by a pair of dark sweatpants that nicely shaped his long legs for him. His chiseled abs and biceps that were proudly on display almost seemed like a magazine cover, even his narrow jawline contributed to beauty. You suddenly felt your eyes widen and your body heat rise extremely quick. Oh god, his glossy hazel eyes that scoured your sleep-ridden face made your core almost want to explode. Your cheeks turned red by the immediate aroused thoughts that clouded your brain. Never did you ever think you'd find a capturer so handsome..

"Morning, sweetheart.." And his voice, ooh, it cut the air with a deep masculinity that you weren't even sure if you could handle any more of it. It took a second before you could finally come to your senses and realize that this man could possibly be the one that had taken you when you were off guard and oblivious to the plans of someone or some man.

You briefly coughed before announcing, "I'm not your sweetheart, sir.." It felt weird talking, almost foreign. Your throat was dry and scratchy while your mouth was the same, it was hard to even move your tongue, but you managed your sassy remark. "Not sir, Daddy." He corrected with a stern look. In an instant your entire face was engulfed by a dark red that made your eyes water with surprise and shock.

Daddy?

You've never thought to call anybody this absurd name, not even did you call your own father daddy. It never occurred to your liking, but this struck different. The way his lips formed the word and how his voice rasped made your body fall into a spell of tinglings and your core had never ached so bad— you were in need to at least touch it, or relieve the consuming pain it withheld. "Excuse me?" Your shivery voice belted, though it contrasted against your lingering thoughts and bodily needs. "You heard me, sweetheart. If I hear you call me anything but Daddy, you'll be ruined and punished. Understand?" He was stern and sexy at the exact same time, and your head was in a whirlwind. While one part of your wanted to bolt up and slap him, the other majority wanted to test him, maybe actually make him punish you.

"Oh, but sir? I'm not exactly sure if I do understand.." Oh god, the fury that came across his face when the lack of a name was present in your little sentence. You almost thought he'd kill you right then and there, but the tightness in his jaw slacked and a smirk rose on his lips. A scream was caught in your throat when you felt his large hands lift you out of the overwhelming comfort of the duvet, and sprawl you across his knees with your ass fixed high up in the air. At that moment, you noticed the black, silky nightgown you've never seen or purchased before, that clings to your body quite nicely. But the thought vanished when the same pair of hands lifted the ends of the gown and scrunched it all the to your chest. You gasped when his fingers lightly touched your regrettably soaked folds before he pulled the matching black silk thong down your slightly shaking legs.

"It's clear as fucking daylight. Maybe you need a lesson on how to actually fucking listen to instruction, yeah?" He growled while his hand clutches your right ass cheek with a firm grip. His anger had only increased the slippery mess that your core withheld, but you could never admit to that. "I'm quite sure I know how to take fucking instructions S—A-aah!" The pain of an uncalled smack against your ass silenced you from any snood remark you could muster. "Better shut that loud fuckin' mouth of yours before it gets you in some more trouble." He seethed, repeating his actions, but the harmful truth to it was that you, in fact, enjoy the pleasureful pain he was proceeding with, one slap at a time until both of your cheeks were a rosy red and your nipples were sharpened to their farthest extent. God, you never wanted to be fucked more than you do in this moment.

But he had other plans.

Although, the plans didn't exactly involve you. He roughly picked you up and laid you back onto the bed, the sight of your hazy eyes and the longing look on your face almost made him want to fuck you right then and there, but he sadly restrained. He swiftly walked away, to where he presumably came from in the first place, but he stopped mid-step to turn around and demand one last thing.

"Don't you dare fucking touch yourself, sweetheart. Or you'll be sorry you even came by those flimsy fingers of yours." His last words had you feeling worse than before and made you want to "break the rules," because whatever he would do to you would be ten times better if he were mad, right?

to be continued...

(masterlist)

#dolan twins #dolan twins smut #grayson dolan #writing #dt #ethan dolan #ethan grant dolan #ethan dolan smut #dolantwins #grayson dolan smut #smut #wrote this at 3am #;)#love you 4 reading this :)#capture #gray #dtfan10m

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doodle-dog-diary · 3 years

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Saltober DAY NINE: Hobby

Original post here

Technically this is a hobby that is my own but yeah couldn't think of anything else to write about

(Warning: please do not talk to me about Yarichin Bitch Club. Do not play the YBC opening song anywhere near me. I WILL rip your throat out in a very unsexy way.)

Psst.

Come closer. Closer. Yes, that's it. I have a secret to tell you (tbh it's not so much a secret as just something I don't usually go around telling people, but I digress)

I read yaoi.

No, I didn't just go through a phase when I was like 13, I read yaoi as in, I'm still doing it now. Present tense and all. NO NO PUT DOWN THAT PITCHFORK I CAN EXPLAIN

I think I must have started when I was 13, maybe 14? When a self-proclaimed-fujoshi friend of mine introduced me to it. (I feel like back then every female friend I had was either already familiar with yaoi, or into yaoi. I don't know why, it feels like yaoi was like, an integral part of the Teenage Girl Experience)

I then discovered the amazing world of free manga reader sites, and no one could stop me from then on (except maybe almost getting caught once, but still). In those early days I started out only reading yaoi that was recommended on rec lists, in an effort to filter out the icky weird toxic bullshit (It didn't always work. Remember that opinions are subjective, and sometimes someone's memories of a thing may be tinted with nostalgia). I then learnt how to judge books by their cover with some degree of success (you can tell which works are more recent based on the art style. More recent stuff is less likely to have problematic elements, like abuse and rape being portrayed as romantic)

Ok, I know how this sounds, before you say something like, "but Doodle! That sounds like a lot of trouble! Wouldn't it be a lot easier to just, you know, read something from another genre?" I will say that yaoi, just like literally every other genre of fiction in existence, adheres to Sturgeon's law (90% of everything is crap), so it's not like I have significantly higher chances of finding something that is not crap with any other genre. I would know, every time I went to the library and picked out a YA novel (the sort geared towards teen girls) 9 times out of 10 it would be the same old "boring brunnette protagonist who insists that she's ugly even though she's not has two angsty hot dudes chasing after her, everyone looks like a model, also magic and werewolves" bullshit. So yeah, I'd rather take my chances with yaoi, because…

…Second, I…like pretty boys. YES I KNOW I'M AROACE THAT DON'T MEAN I'M BLIND,…also I'm a degenerate weeb, I just like looking at pretty anime boys, what can I say

Third, I've adapted. I've learnt to embrace that So Bad It's Basically Psychological Horror Yaoi lifestyle. I mean, if you can't escape it, you might as well just embrace it, you know?

Listen, man, reading bad yaoi may be an acquired taste but is an EXPERIENCE. Especially yaoi from like, Ye Olden Days. Those are a whole different level of fucked up. I could pick some random yaoi that looks pretty old, and the title would always be something that's really cute and cheesy, like, "doki doki first kiss" or something like that, and the mc experiences violent sexual assault within the very first chapter, without fail, every single time. That shit really fucks you up, man.

Also, I LOVE how yaoi mangaka will go, "you know what would be real fucked up?" and then go and draw a whole ass comic about shit that's fucked up. But potray it in a sexy way.

(Seriously. I just read one where it's like a collection of short stories, and in one there's a guy who's a literal pedophile. Like seriously. His friend asks him "what kind of girls are you into" and he deadass stares at a group of elementary school kids and says "you wouldn't get it" like no joke for real goddamn. Same guy goes and molests his little twink classmate not two pages later. The whole thing is portrayed as a cutesy high school romance)

Before I end this, word of advice, it's something I learned from my yaoi rec list days, some people will say shit like, "oh, go give Junjou Romantica a try…go read Sekaiichi Hatsukoi…trust me it's good…really the most wholesome romance story in yaoi history…" THOSE PEOPLE ARE LYING. DO NOT LISTEN TO THEM. I WATCHED JUNJOU ROMANTICA WHEN I WAS MAYBE 14 AND IT SCARRED ME FOR LIFE. SERIOUSLY DO NOT DO IT I AM 100% SERIOUS I AM NOT FUCKING AROUND JUST DON'T DO IT

#long post #cw rape #cw abuse #i feel like i have a lot more to say but yeah #oh boy i hope i dont get cancelled for this #feel like ppl gonna call me fujoshi like its a slur #oh well #im just gonna go sleep #saltober 2021 #saltober #the short story collection mentioned here is nise x koi boyfriend in case youre wondering #yea see i told you the title would be cute #cw yaoi

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blackssuunn-mandoandyodito · 4 years

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Tabaco y Brea

Part two

Pairing: Javier Peña x DEA! reader

Rating: M, eventually. Now? PG-13

Words: 3.5k

A/N: well, the first part didn't get many notes but I really love this story. If a single person reads it and likes it, then it's enough for me :)

Warnings: shouting, fighting, swearing, is eating a warning?,jealousy.

Taglist: @dynphomaniac

Part one here

The days passed faster than you would have liked. With so much paperwork added for the Cali mission, you stayed late almost every day. Javi, in an unexpected change of events, stayed with you. He didn't do shit, of course, but his company was comforting. He would softly hum songs sometimes, or get out a book and read it out loud to you.

The night before, he had been singing the Rocky soundtrack for most of it, turning to Led Zeppelin when he finished. You still remember how after you heard on the radio that John Bonham had been found dead in September 1980, he had left the office for a second and stayed in complete silence outside.

And then again in December, when they announced they were going to split. You never mentioned it, and you knew he wouldn't admit it even with a gun pointed at his head, but you were sure you had seen a tear run down his cheek. He was a huge fan, apparently.

Tonight, he was reading Cien Años de Soledad (One Hundred Years of Solitude), by Gabriel García Márquez. You loved that author, but you weren't sure if you had ever mentioned it to him. Maybe he knew you enough to figure it out without the need of hearing it straight from your mouth.

"José Arcadio Buendía, que era el hombre más emprendedor que se vería jamás en la aldea, había dispuesto de tal modo la posición de las casas, que desde todas podía llegarse al río y abastecerse de agua con igual esfuerzo, y trazó las calles con tan buen sentido que ninguna casa recibía más sol que otra a la hora del calor." (José Arcadio Buendía, who was the most enterprising man ever to be seen in the village, had set up the placement of the houses in such a way that from all of them one could reach the river and draw water with the same effort, and he had lined up the streets with such good sense that no house got more sun than another during the hot time of day. )

His voice was very soothing to you, even more when he was speaking Spanish. You didn't know if he had noticed, but it got more raspy and deep when he changed languages. It reminded you of the summers spent in México with your father, when he would tell you stories about his childhood in México City or the trips he would do to Nuevo Laredo with your grandma.

He stopped reading for a second and you looked up to see why was that just to find him already staring at you.

"What's wrong?" you asked, not wanting to tell him you were enjoying his reading.

"Do you like this book?"

You nodded, a slight blush spreading in your cheeks. You tended not to give him compliments, his ego was big enough as it was without you contributing, but you figured this one wouldn't hurt.

"He's one of my favorite authors."

He smiled. "I figured"

"You brought that one because you thought I'd like it?"

It was just teasing, of course. You didn't think he'd do such a gesture for you, and the idea of him knowing you so well scared you a little bit.

He ignored you and kept going. " En pocos años, Macondo fue una aldea más ordenada y laboriosa que cualquiera de las conocidas hasta entonces por sus 300 habitantes. Era en verdad una aldea feliz, donde nadie era mayor de treinta años y donde nadie había muerto." ( Within a few years Macondo was a village that was more orderly and hard working than any known until then by its three hundred inhabitants. It was a truly happy village where no one was over thirty years of age and where no one had died.)

You stopped working for a moment, listening to the words he was saying instead.

Did he know how sexy his voice was? How good he sounded? He was one of the smartest people you knew, and you had been to enough places and met enough people to say that with confidence. His mind was sharp, could run 10 miles per minute if the situation required it.

He noticed you were staring and stopped again. His frown got more pronounced, looking at you intrigued.

"What are you looking at?" his tone was defensive. He didn't like it when you stared at him too long, it felt like you could see straight through him, and there were some things he didn't want you to know.

You shook your head and laughed. "You look tired"

With a shrug, he returned his eyes to the book, but you stretched your arm to stop him.

"Now what?"

You took the book from his hands and placed a clean sheet of paper from your desk between the pages he had been reading and closed it. With a soft sound, you let it fall on top of the table.

"It's getting late, we should go"

He straightened, surprised. Usually, he was the one to prey you away from all the paperwork. If he didn't stay with you, he would probably find you there still working the next morning.

"You are telling me we should leave?"

You nodded.

"Quick, before I change my mind."

At that, he stood up like a spring and started collecting his things. You chuckled as you saved the files on the drawer and put your jacket on.

"Let's go"

Two days later, he approached you without no greeting and in a very bad mood.

"The gringo's here"

What a great way to start the morning, you thought.

"Weren't we supposed to pick him up or something?"

Javi shook his head. He seemed frustrated, but you didn't know if it was about the arrival of your new partner or something else. With Javi, you could never guess.

His shoulders were tense, the beige suit he was wearing along with the striped tie and his yellow aviators made him look older and more serious. Had he dressed up to meet the new guy? Really?

"I'm gonna meet him outside at the Embassy's parking lot, wait here"

You nodded and kept filling the paperwork for the Cali raid as he left. You were going to take the new guy with you. You couldn't just dump him, he wasn't brought here to sit around and watch from the sidelines.

You just hoped he did his work.

A few minutes passed when you heard a pair of footsteps walking through the corridor.

"We're going to Medellín?"

That definitely wasn't Javi.

You stood up, turning around to the voice at your back.

You had to suppress a laugh once you took a glance at them.

Their suits were almost the same color, Javi's just a shade darker. Steve Murphy was wearing a light blue shirt along with a navy blue tie, had a mustache similar to Javi's too (but it made him look weird, if you were honest). His hair was dark blonde, combed to one side, and his face gave away a little nervousness. He was also taller than Javi, meaning you had to crank your neck up to meet his eyes.

"Murphy this is Bera. Bera, Murphy." Javi pointed at you as Steve shook your hand. His hold was strong, and he squeezed with enough force to be firm but not enough to hurt you. That came appreciated, every single man who met you always treated you as if you were made of porcelain.

You glared at Javi and told Steve your real name, then clarified, "But everyone calls me Bera"

"Bera?" he asked. You smiled in return.

"Long story, you'll get to know it later"

He smiled too, and they left for the ambassador's office.

As it was everyone's knowledge at the Embassy, she didn't like Javi very much, so you dealt with it when you had to ask her for something. She had a soft spot for you, you guessed it was because she knew how hard it was to be a woman in this line of work. Maybe she didn't like him because of his methods of getting info, you weren't sure.

Once they got out, Javi stood up behind his desk and started moving the few papers he had there. You wondered how he managed to have such a mess considering he only read intel, made calls and left you with everything else.

"Ahora qué se te perdió Peña?" (What did you loose now Peña?)

He glared at you and kept moving his papers. His actions were getting desperate, frustration from before about who knows what affecting him.

Murphy was looking back and forth between the two of you, standing awkwardly between your desks. You didn't know if he had understood what you said, but judging by his face, you guessed he hadn't.

"Recuerdas la informante de la que te hablé?" (Remember the informant I told you about?"

You rolled your eyes. Of course you remembered, he had been seeing her frequently over the past few weeks. He wasn't one to be constant about his hookups, but apparently, she was good enough to keep a streak with him. He hadn't seen her since you had been staying late, but last night you had left early and he went straight to search for her. You didn't have to be a genius to guess what had happened when he found her.

"Helena Sotomayor?" you asked, venom filling your voice. You didn't have anything against her or what she did, but jealousy wasn't something you could avoid easily, especially if you knew how Javier felt about her.

"Si" his voice got deeper as he got angrier, "habrá una reunión de narcos en Medellín, y se irá a la fiesta que harán después"

(Yes, there's gonna be a reunion of narcos in Medellín, and she's leaving for the party they're hosting after)

"And what? You can't get another girl for the night?" you snarled, your tone hard and resentful. Steve looked at you with his eyes wide open, subconsciously getting closer to Javi.

"It's not about that!" Javier raised his arms exasperated, "you don't seem to understand. There's gonna be a meeting with different leaders of cartels, and they're surely planning something"

You scoffed, "yeah idiot, I get that! What I mean is what the hell are you searching for that has to do with her?"

Suddenly his back straightened, and you knew you weren't going to like what he was gonna say next.

"I need to fill a visa request for her"

You felt how your face got red and warmth spread through your body, filling it with jealousy and anger. Your eyes crossed with his and suddenly it had turned into yet another one of your fights. So that's what was bothering him.

Steve looked at Javi, alarmed.

"Is your informant really a prostitute?"

Javi didn't even look at him, "Everybody works for somebody"

You abruptly stood up and took your jacket off of your chair's back, walking fast towards the exit.

"A dónde carajos vas?" (where the fuck are you going?) he screamed, fisting his hands at his sides.

You turned around and showed him the finger.

"It's none of your fucking business!"

Javier and Steve stood there as you left, stunned. Your heels making a clicking sound that resonated in the office. Javier was used to your fighting and your screaming, it was part of your dynamic, but he didn't understand why you had reacted so bad this time. Sure, he knew you weren't fond of his way of finding intel, but you never really did more than glare or tease. This was new.

"Is it always like this with you two?" Steve asked. Javi moved his head from side to side, crinkling his eyes.

"A little less explosive, but yes"

Steve let out a sigh. This was going to be some long couple of months (or years?) for him, he just knew it.

As you walked, your eyes started to fill with tears, but you didn't know if it was out of rage or hurt. You were not one to cry, so you wiped them before they fell and rounded the corner to the right towards the diner you usually ate at.

Once you crossed the street and rounded another corner to the left, in the middle of the street was a big sign that spelled Salomé in cursive. You got inside and sat down at the table from the corner, taking out the money of your jacket's pocket. Catalina (or Cata), the cute old lady that managed it, smiled at you from the counter and walked towards you. You smiled back, doing your best to conceal your feelings.

"Qué hace mi niña preciosa aqui?" (what is my precious girl doing here?) . Her voice was soft, filled with affection. His tone was motherly and you knew she had noticed something was wrong.

You smiled sadly at her. "Solo tengo hambre"( I'm just hungry )

Cata immediately sat down in the chair across you and took your hands between hers. She heard something off in your voice, and she didn't like it one bit.

"Ahora qué hizo ese chamaco malcriado?" (What did that spoiled brat do now?) Her tone changed to playful but angry in a matter of seconds, her frown accentuated even more than it already was by her age.

You shook your head, laughing. Cata was also very fond of Javi, but she knew how much of an idiot he could be. Surprisingly, you had met her before he had, one time you were hungry and the food at the Embassy didn't sound very appealing to your ears or stomach.

"Nada Catita, ya sabes cómo es" (Nothing Catita, you know how he is). You tried to smile and she cupped your head between her hands, caressing your face with his thumb. You put your hand above hers and gave it a soft squeeze.

"Qué quiere comer mi niña?" (What do you want to eat my girl?)

A grin spread across your cheeks. "Ajiaco con pollo, porfa." (Ajiaco with chicken, please. it's a typical food in Colombia, commonly found in Bogotá. It consists of shredded chicken, pastusa, sabanera and/or creole potato, corn and maybe cream milk)

She nodded and stood up, sadness forgotten for a moment.

"Con aguacate y arroz aparte?" (with avocado and rice aside?)

You nodded eagerly. "Sabes que si" (you know it)

The curtains hiding the kitchen opened to her as she walked inside to cook your food. Your heart warmed and clenched a little at how much love she showed you every time you came here, how she genuinely cared for you.

The tablecloth was made of white lace, and you passed your fingers through the surface. It felt gritty to the touch, but its beauty completely overshadowed it. Cata had gifted you one to take home once, and it was now decorating your little table at the living room in the apartment.

The noises of Bogotá surrounded you. It was easy to hear children playing and their mothers screaming at them; people selling fruits, clothes, arguing and laughing. People doing their best to keep living, even with the crisis they were dealing with, the number of narcos that were raising and how much hell they were surely about to unleash in this beautiful country.

It was your job to stop them, to do your best at helping these people get their normal lives back.

The sound of Cata approaching took you out of your thoughts.

"Aquí está mi dulce niña, justo como le gusta" (here it is my sweet girl, just how you like it)

You took the plate of food and tilted your head, thankful. "Gracias Cata" (thank you Cata)

You quickly set your spoon to the food and as you took the first bite, everything you were worried about banished for a second. Javier, the DEA, Escobar, Steve, everything flew out the window.

That's why you had come, because everything could be forgotten for a moment if you choose the right dish to stuff your mouth with.

Cata laughed at your eagerness, patting your shoulder with her soft hand. "Tranquilícese muñequita, que la comida no se le va a ir" (Calm down little doll, the food is not going to get away)

With your mouth full you could only nod, giving her an apologetic smile. She shook her head, eyes soft as they looked at you.

The rest of your meal was spent in silence, his presence comforting to your aching heart. She knew when to speak and when to stay silent, you always talked when you wanted to and it was pointless to try and make you.

Once you finished, you took a napkin and cleaned your mouth, handing her much more money than the food cost. She immediately gave it back to you, shaking her head.

"no no mi niña, llévese eso." (no no my girl, take that away)

Standing up, you took her hand and placed the money in her palm.

"Yo no lo necesito Catita" (I don't need it Catita) With a kiss to the top of her head, you swiftly got out of there, her sigh reaching your ears as you walked back to the Embassy.

You felt much lighter, the pain in your chest gone and your muscles relaxed. You entered the building and walked down the stairs to the basement, heading straight to your desk. Javi was sitting at his, filling what you guessed was the visa request for Helena. You didn't give it importance, sitting down at your chair and stripping off your jacket. The office was getting hot again, so you tied your hair up in a ponytail and started working as if nothing had happened.

Steve gives you a funny look from his seat between your desks. He won't have his own for at least a week, so either you let him use part of yours or Javier will.

You pray he's an organized person and wave at him.

"Come on Miami, get over here"

He sits straight and gives you a visual similar to a puppy being called, then stands up to pull his chair to sit across you. His desk will probably be on the opposite wall of yours anyway, may as well get used to his face.

"Do you need help with anything?"

His words sound like heaven in your ears, and you're sure your eyes even sparkle a little bit. Finally, someone is going to help you.

"Could you help me fill these formats, please? I'm sure you know how to"

He laughs a little and takes the bunch of documents you're handing him, nodding. He never liked doing paperwork either but didn't hate it as much as Peña seemed to do. He can't help but think that leaving you with everything is too much of a dick move and decides to help you as much as he can from now on.

Both of you start to work without another word, the air feeling a little tense now that Steve feels like less of a stranger at the office. He can't do much about the rigidness between the two of you, though.

Javier raises his head from the request he's filling out and a pang on his chest makes itself present once he gets a good look at the scene in front of him.

In all the time he's known you, he has never seen you so relaxed while working. Your cheeks are flushed from the heat that's enveloping the entire place, strands of hair falling to your face as you're bent over whatever document you're working on. Your shoulders are less tense than he's seen in weeks, and he can even see a faint smile forming at your lips. Steve is reading through the papers you gave him, his posture loose and easy.

With new people, you're usually slow to warm up to, you hate anyone who isn't him getting close at your workplace, and even then you're hesitant. Despite this, you seem to be getting used to Murphy pretty quickly, and the thought creates a knot right at the center of his stomach.

He shakes the thought out of his head and keeps working on the visa request, but he can't shake the warm, burning feeling that has spread all over his body.

The day goes quickly, with Murphy helping you with everything you ask for and things getting easier between you two. With every laugh and joke the two of you exchange, Javier feels his body get hotter and hotter, but refuses to acknowledge it.

Soon it's time to leave and for the first time in weeks, you don't need to stay late.

"Vamonos compañera" (let's go partner) Javier says, but his words come out hard and tense.

It only gets worse when you shake your head as you stand up.

"Hoy no Javier, tomaré el colectivo" (not today Javier, I'm taking the bus)

He grits his teeth and fists his hands at his sides but otherwise nods. He takes his jacket off the rack and rounds his desk, waiting for you and Steve to walk in front of him.

As the three of you get out of the building,the sun has barely set and it's a good change from the pitch black night you had gotten used to. You bid each other goodbye and he silently watches how you walk alongside Murphy through the alley with a clenching heart and a hot face, jumping into his Jeep and closing the door with much more force than necessary.

"pinche gringo" (fucking gringo) he mutters as he drives away.

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Thirteen. Part 5

All these boys do is play that games console, I expected something like probably bringing girls over but no, they are just roasting each other on how wack they are, I mean this was not it. I have just been watching them play, my grumpy boyfriend just keeps on giving me a smile here and there, probably to keep me quiet but it’s interesting to see how they are, they are just typical boys “are you all being good for me?” I have to ask “yes” TJ just said it, without a care too “I mean you are Rihanna and we don’t want to invite anyone over you see but we are going soon, me and Barry leave you both to scream all you want” oh so they do have friends here “so I am making it boring” I laughed, my phone started to ring at the side of me “you’re never boring, you’re super lit” TJ so does have a crush on me, he is speaking more then Chris is and I don’t know why, he is probably thinking and plotting on something “hi Jay” I knew he would call “when will you be back from Texas? Once you back we will go over the storyboard with Anthony Mandler, I think I really like with what he has gone with so we can meet for that, get the ball rolling with the video, and as you requested during the second to the eighth May your schedule is clear, your assistant has put that in your calendar” he knew he had to do that, or I would refuse to do anything “I will be back around three maybe, give or take. What to do is book us in at a food place, we can discuss it then over some food. But I like the sound of the clear schedule, I just want to get that all done. Once we on day six of the tour, the album drops at that point with the video dropping the following day. I know I got that performance with the VMAs” I know that myself “yes and he also wanted to put you in his Fashion Killa video, he said the song is about you because you a bad bitch, he put that in the email anyways. Then you have the promo, mini promo thing. Then you can have another break” Jay Brown has it all planned “great, that is fine. So I will see you tomorrow” give and take with Jay Brown, it has to be, or I will be stuck in this contract.

I need to mention the video to Chris, but not now. Maybe when I can get him to Cali and he’s stuck with me, I will then but it’s harmless. I was shocked when he said the song is about me, like am I really that, but he did add my name to it. I just wonder what Chris’ reaction will be, I mean he has to understand that this is just videos and even movies, I may kiss a man, but it means nothing not like I am kissing anyone now, but I need to mention it to him, not now though “busy?” Chris said, he didn’t look at me because he is playing game “I suppose, always hectic with an album rollout. But it makes me happy that you will be with me for some of it, even though you’re going to hate it” Chris laughed, I fancy him so much. He is so sexy; I need to get him some gold around his neck. Dragging my eyes down his arms, staring at his fingers working those joysticks, oh yes. Those fingers are just it; he knows what he is doing too, chile. I need that inside me now, god. My man is just so sexy, I hope he doesn’t become flavour of the month when the girls know who he is, he is mine and that is that, I feel hot now. I want him so bad, even though he hasn’t groomed it doesn’t bother me. Also he needs to trim his pubes, not amused with that mess down there. Chris caught me staring and then smiled at me before looking back at the TV “you got a staring problem?” he has a beautiful smile, it reminds me of when he was younger and all he did was smile, now he is grumpy “just adoring my boyfriend” I said in a whisper “well that is sickening” TJ said, I huffed out “whatever, I just want to spend time with him. Are you done with this game?” they are boring “soon” he has been saying that for a while now “soon? I am shooting a naked scene and I need to speak to you about it” Chris glared at me “yes!” Barry spat, oh my god his grumpy face is back but my pussy did jump “what?” looking down at my fingers “I am joking” I mumbled “I just wanted your attention and now you have lost, can we have time together?” this sucks for me.

I am glad his friends are going now “see you in the morning Robyn, it’s been dope to hang with you” TJ is so sweet “and you, see you in the morning” I can so tell he has a crush on me, the way he just stares at me randomly but he knows his boundaries “bye” watching them both walk off, a pair of arms wrapped around my shoulders “finally” I breathed, Chris kissed my cheek “what I say about naked scenes? You ain’t doing those now, that is where I will say no” he is so temperamental “I know, I was joking to get your attention. Now” turning around in his arms “it’s just you and me, I love you so much. How are you feeling? After everything we spoke on?” dragging my hands down his chest “erm, it’s hard to process. Just the simple face that people will know me and I hate that but I am getting there, they will find my mug shot and parade that around, but you will stick by me?” frowning at him “uhh of course I will, be quiet. But if you don’t fix those pubes we about to have issues, here I am waxed and ready for you and you being a bum” I love it when smiles “this is how you know I ain’t cheating, man. I love you so much” he gripped my cheeks and kissed my lips “it ain’t even that bad, you dramatic, don’t worry when we see each other I will be groomed, I can’t wait for my birthday. I am going to be super lit, but like I know you want to take me wherever, but I am coming back after because the boys have got a little something going on too” watching Chris walk off, picking up the mess from the floor “and what is that huh?” crossing my arms across my chest “the club, where else” tilting my head to the side “so we go public and then you going to be at the club, you know girls are going to be wanting you, they love to want what is not theirs you know?” Chris bit his bottom lip “what you don’t know, won’t hurt either. I am just cleaning a little then we can go to the bedroom, we can snuggle or whatever” I thought what is he doing “don’t joke like that” that shit could happen too.

I am shocked this man is currently cleaning while I am stood here waiting on him “I will remember to call you if I want to maid” he is good at cleaning “ha ha ha, funny” I huffed out pacing off “I am done now anyways, look at you all uptight. Come here” he grabbed my hand and twirled me around, he pressed his mouth to my ear “I love you so much” I reached behind me and grabbed his neck, rolling my hips, I want sex so he better give it up now. My dress is ridding up as I am pressing up against him even harder “mhmmm” I want to make him hard; I threw my head and he placed his lips against my neck. Grabbing my face and tilting my head back even further, he placed his hand over my pelvis and rocked against me slowly, pushing his growing erection against my ass. He spun me around to face him. Gripping my hips and pulling me into him, he wrapped his arms around my waist, looking into my eyes “you are so breathtakingly beautiful, it is unbelievable and staring into your eyes, I didn't know how I have been so lucky and managed to date you” he is so cute “I love you so much” I swear I love him so much. Grazing his finger over my lips, his lips captured mine, his tongue pushing it's way into my mouth.

Moving my dress up, Chris slid his hands between my thighs and pushed my panties to the side “Chris” I pulled my lips away from his but Chris kissed me again as he massaged my clit between his fingers. He slid a finger inside of me, he stroked his finger back and forth and made his way to my neck, he kissed my neck then down to my chest, Chris really loves my neck, the way he always attacks that first, I expected Chris to stop but he continued to travel further down. He got down on his knees, his head is beneath my dress. He lifted my leg over his shoulder, I am thinking the fact I have nothing to catch me if I fall back. Kisses were placed on the inside of my leg, his lips moving closer to my core. He poked his tongue against my panties and then pulling them off. He slowly dragged his tongue on my opening ever so slowly. I nearly fell back from that, keeping myself steady. He flickered his tongue over my clit before finally sucking me into his mouth and I couldn't contain myself, I moaned out. I grabbed on to the back of his head.

He licked and sucked until I am rocking my hips as best I could given the position, grinding my pussy back and forth on his tongue. Chris continued to suck as I came, Chris was quick to move and held me up, I am about to fall the fuck back “give your wax lady a raise” I grabbed his top and pulled him towards me and licked the side of his face, then sucking his lips as we then kissed. I can taste myself from his lips, rubbing his dick through his pants as we continued to attack each other’s lips. Moving back from the kiss “drop your pants” his mischievous smile made me smile “birthday started early?” I rolled my eyed as he unbuckled his jeans “drop your pants sir next time” I swear I will bite his dick “don’t make me refuse entry” he down his pants and I licked my lips, the head of his erection pointed directly towards me. I gripped his member in my hand. Feeling him grow harder and thicker. Getting down on my knees, it is now my turn, I wrapped my hand around his dick, my mouth opened wide and wrapped my lips around his member. I sped up my strokes, tightening my grip. I moved my hand back and stuck my tongue out, licking his entire length “oh fuck, man. I am going to bust” he placed his hand over the top of his head looking up at the ceiling, I pressed kisses around his dick until my lips reached the tip and I placed my mouth over it. I took him in deeper and he groaned, looking up as his eyes are firmly closed. Massaging his balls which made him open his eyes, this man is looking he is going crazy.

I looked him dead in his eyes and took him back in my mouth and continued to stroke and suck him, I felt my own pussy pulsating seeing him at the edge “I am going to cum” he said it but it didn’t change, I am swallowing him whole, feeling him spill into my mouth” Chris groaned out loudly, louder then I have heard him. Moving my head back, I was about to gag but I swallowed before I did. Chris placed his hand over mind as I continued to stroke him, he wants me to stop “you ok?” I said laughing, it’s kind of funny “that was a hard come down” he mumbled, getting up from my position “also” hitting his stomach “stop eating trash” I nearly gagged at that “I did say I was going to cum” he said in his defence “next time, I mean it. You lucky I love you” Chris kissed my lips “we take it to the bedroom now” walking as he said that “yeah, walk like that. With your pants between your ankles, mess” he is a mess “I will still get you” I continued to walk off, he can come and get me and hurry up about it too.

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