#fuck. my moms sitting here like I was under the impression you had this all figured out and I’m like well I was under the impression you

[milo-is-rambling]

Someone tell me how to make me not hate myself and make my family not think I’m a bitch and make me want to see my family or drive back down the coast or stay in strange places or do anything other than kill myself I mean whaaatttt haha what a weird thing to say *stares directly into the camera knowingly*

#and don’t say take your medication #fuck. my moms sitting here like I was under the impression you had this all figured out and I’m like well I was under the impression you #we’re going to fucking sit down with me and help me book a room for the last night of driving bc I can’t book and I have to find somewhere #between like three states that will let me check into a hotel room bc if I get somewhere and they don’t let me stay I’m fucked and have no #where to go or sleep bc I can’t sleep in the car on the way back bc my car is packed to the FUCKING top with my brothers shit fuck fuck fuck #fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck #it’s just like being a kid I can hear my family making fun of me for my emotions in the next room over FUCK I HATE THIS I HATE THIS I HATE T #THIS I HATE THIS I HATE THIS I HATE THIS I HATE THIS I HATE THIS I HATE THIS #I think I’m having caffeine nic and med withdrawals at the same time while pmsing #AND WHILE TRYING TO FIGURE OUT A PLAN FOR DRIVING BACK DOWN #I think I’m the biggest bitch on the planet rn #i was listening to father by tfb in the car and there’s a line about something about falling asleep while you drive and I apparently sang iy #with a lot of passion bc my brother said ‘please don’t’ and that was literally the first time anyone has called me on my recent musicchoices #but it really has all been like I need to go anywhere but where I am right now and I need to die far away and that’s it #no more starting over no more self hatred no more family shit I just need to stop #I want to hire someone to drive my brothers shit down to Florida and then I want to kill myself in New England #Anyways. I’m gonna go try to eat something and take my meds and then move stuff around in the car and also try to get a room somewhere by #the end of my trip and I don’t have much time at all and I need to kill everyone and then myself now now now now now now now now now now now #every time I move my body the entire world spins and idk if it’s anxiety or med withdrawals or being tired or what but I am losing it and I #feel like I don’t have it in me to drive any fucking more this trip and the way back is only just beginning #and in less than hour were supposed to check out of this hotel and go to my aunts for a big family celebration of my brothers graduation and #Mother’s Day and I’m going to see all my family who still has a fucking father and I want to be fucking dead I hate all of this I hate it #I hate it I hate it I hate it I hate it I hate it I hate it I hate it I hate it I hate it

[crljhnn]

The older Jefferson

Pairing: Rodrick Heffley x fem!Reader

Summary: After Rowley announces that his older (half-)sister, who lives quite far away and has never met the Heffleys, is going to visit him over the break Susan invites his family over for dinner. Her not being what Rodrick expects, he starts crushing, which results in him trying to impress her - failing horribly.

No physical description; No use of y/n

Word count: 1.9k

Warnings: None

A/N: Hi, just a quick warning that English isn’t my first language and that this is also the first time I’ve ever written a longer text in English that isn’t a school assignment. I also don’t fully understand Tumblr yet, which makes me honestly a bit anxious to post.

[This and a gender-neutral version are also posted on AO3]

“Why haven't you ever mentioned that you have an older Sister?” Rowley and Greg were sitting on the Heffleys living room floor - Rodrick occupying the whole space on the couch - playing a video game. Well, Greg was. It was a single-player. He promised they would take turns, but by now Rowley had been over for about two and a half hours and hadn’t even had the chance to touch the controller yet. He gave up on asking and settled on just watching about 45 minutes in.

“I talked about her before. Multiple times actually.” That is true. Rowley looks up to his sister a lot “Also, she is technically my Half-Sister. She’s been living with her Dad for longer than I remember. Normally we are the ones flying over to visit during summer break, but she hasn’t visited since she was a little Kid, and after her school schedule finally allowed it, we thought it would be a good idea if she, for a change, came here instead.”

“It sounds like you two get along great!” Mrs. Heffley walked in, holding a laundry basket under one arm while carrying Manny with the other.

“We do! I can’t wait to show her my room and have her around for the entire break! I have so much planned out already, it's gonna be so much fun! Best summer ever!”

“That sounds lovely Rowley, I wish Greg was so excited to hang out with Rodrick, but they just won't get along.” Susan sighed, throwing a pitiful glance at her two oldest, who simultaneously let out a laugh hearing this.”

“Yeah, never gonna happen.” Greg says, “I would rather spend the whole summer in school than voluntarily hang out with this idiot.”

“My Sister is actually around the same age as Rodrick.” Rowley buts in. Greg doesn’t understand how this is relevant, but it probably adds to his mother's yearning for her two oldest sons to get along. Rodrick lets out a laugh hearing that.

“I can’t wait to meet them. Just imagine an older, female version of Rowley. That’s actually fucking hilarious!”.

“Watch your language! Also, I'm sure she is wonderful.” Gregs Mom loosens her lecturing stance, turns around, and smiles at Rowley “I would love to have you and your family over for dinner sometime. It has been a while since I’ve seen your parents and I would love to meet your sister.”

“That sounds great Mrs. Heffley. I will ask my parents as soon as I get home!”

That brings us to about a week later, when the Jefferson family, including their oldest daughter, is standing in front of the Heffleys House, ringing their doorbell.

Rowley has been telling you all about his best friend Greg for years, which made you somewhat excited about finally meeting him. However, you can’t say that the picture your brother painted is entirely positive, finding him rather irritating in many of the stories you were told over time. You aren't too mad though, assuming it is normal for young, teenage boys to act like jerks every once in a while. Not everyone can be such a sweetheart as Rowley. Overall you're glad your brother managed to maintain such a long-lasting friendship.

And then there was Rodrick. You've heard rather interesting stories about him as well. In the beginning, you found those quite amusing, that was until you realized that Rowley was genuinely terrified of him. Not the best first impression someone could make on you. Influenced by seeing your younger sibling grow up to be such a sweet and genuine person you tend to be a bit protective from time to time.

You hear some hushed voices from inside, and you can identify one of them as female, reminding someone to behave. Then the door opens and a woman, who you assume to be Mrs. Heffley, kindly smiles at you. Your suspicion is confirmed a second later when she introduces herself and shoos you into the house, before continuing to greet the rest of your family.

Crossing the threshold you can now see a man standing slightly behind Greg's mother. He introduces himself as Frank, making quite a kind impression on you. Then he leads you into the living room to meet his sons.

The two older ones hardly even notice you at first, too occupied with arguing and rowing with each other.

“Boys!”, their father speaks up, successfully catching their attention. Rather comically their gazes fall from their father to you, their eyes widening and their mouths dropping open. You were not what they expected. While Greg looks just shocked, you would describe Rodricks state as mesmerized.

He recovers fast, pushes Greg off of him, stands up, and puts on what he hopes is a charming smile. Extending his hand he starts to introduce himself.

“Hi, I’m-”

At least he tries to.

“Rodrick. I know. My brother has told me one or two rather interesting stories about you”, your smile is sharp. He gulps, his confident smile turning sheepish, cursing Rowley in his head. You are not what he expected and you are definitely not anywhere close to being a female carbon copy of your, in his eyes, embarrassing younger brother.

He normally wouldn’t consider himself the kind of person who has a type, but from now on, if someone asked, he would probably revert to describing you. You were just ethereal, everything about you was attractive to him. The way you walked, talked, and carried yourself, but also your clothing and hairstyle. Your pretty face just rounds up your whole appearance, making you all the more alluring.

He had to get on your good side. While a family dinner, especially with Greg present, may not be the best opportunity, he could ask Rowley to put in a few good words for him. That kid was easily influenced (or intimidated). Still, making the best possible impression over dinner wouldn’t cause any harm either.

You turn to the other boy who has been silently watching the exchange. Now that your attention is on him he starts feeling nervous as well. Your expression, however, turns a bit more friendly.

“And you must be Greg.” he nods. You introduce yourself and lastly say hello to Manny who is sitting on the floor playing with some figurines. By now the others have entered the room, causing Susan to start leading you all to the dining table.

You’re seated between Rowley and Greg, across from Rodrick, which results in quite frequent eye contact. On one side you really want to intimidate him a bit. This could maybe make your brother's life a bit easier, at least for the time being. On the other side, you do want to make some conversation, maybe throw in a bit of (family dinner appropriate) flirting or at least find out if he’s single.

It’s really hard to hold a grudge against someone who is entirely your type.

While you’re conflicted, Rodrick, on the other hand, is sweating. Nervously fidgeting in his seat. You didn’t seem as irritated with him anymore, if the eye contact was anything to go by. Was this his chance to redeem his shitty first impression? He cursed his brain for failing to come up with something cool to say.

Since when is it so hard to talk to girls? Is it getting hotter in here? What impresses girls? What does he normally brag about? His band! That’s it. Now he just has to bring it up somehow. Maybe he can bribe Greg to ask him about it. No, that’s too risky, he can’t count on Greg to not fuck this up. He is just going to casually bring it up ‘I’m in a band by the way, pretty sick huh?’ ‘Do you like music? Cause I’m in a band’ No that’s stupid everyone likes music… ‘Which kind of music do you listen to?’ That’s good, he should bring up the topic of music first, that’s a normal conversation topic. After that step two is to bring up the band. That’s easy, he got this.

Now he just needs to wait till your attention is on him again and then he can smoothly lead the conversation in the desired direction. He has to calm down, he can do it.

Breathe in.

Breathe out.

Your eyes meet again.

“I’m in a band!” He speaks way louder than intended, his voice is squeaky, and in the middle of the sentence he has the most embarrassing voice crack imaginable.

Silence.

The sole attention is now on him. All he hears is Greg's snickering which causes him to kick him under the table.

“Ow!” That was not Greg's leg. He looks up to see you looking at him with a questioning expression.

That’s it. He fucked up. His chances were already low, but he still managed to shrink them even more, making them most likely completely vanish. Great. His ears were ringing, all he can hear is Greg's quiet laughter in the background.

“I'm sorry I didn’t mean to kick you, I-” he starts his apology but loses track of what he is trying to say when he sees your expression change. You're clearly trying to suppress a smile, but it's not working at all.

“You’re adorable.” Rowley chokes on his food, and Greg's laughter abruptly stops

“Rodrick? Adorable?” That’s it. Greg gives up on ever trying to understand girls. How can his stupid older brother embarrass himself like that, then kick the poor girl under the table and still be perceived as adorable by her, especially since she is so much out of his league?

Rodrick however, was still not functioning properly.

“So that band, is its name by any chance Löded Diaper?”

“Yeah.” He is proud of himself for speaking at an appropriate volume without stuttering. “How do yo-”

“I saw your creepy white Van in front of the house. What’s up with that, kidnapping little kids as a side hustle?” You are still smiling, and with your stupid joke you somehow manage to relax the atmosphere a bit, the adults going back to their conversation.

Rodrick too is now smiling, looking at you with an expression you could only describe as lovestruck, even though you just insulted him.

He is contemplating making a joke about how the space in the back could be quite useful for more than just trapping kids but decides against it, fearing to make it awkward again. Getting nervous about taking too much time to come up with an answer he instead lands on “No only kidnapping pretty girls like you.”. As soon as the words leave his mouth he regrets it, realizing it's in fact not a funny and flirty thing to say, but honestly rather creepy.

At the end of the evening, Rodrick has messed up flirting with you multiple times, however, it’s his luck that you find his desperate attempts to look cool to impress you weirdly endearing. Not that he realizes that. Calling Rodrick confused, questioning why you were still talking to him, would be an understatement.

He certainly doesn’t know how he can have messed up so many times and still end up finding a little note with your number on it in his pullover hood after you left.

#rodrick heffley x reader #rodrick x reader #rodrick heffley #fem!reader #diary of a wimpy kid #fluff #first meeting #oneshot #x reader #reader insert #fanfic

[0nlythrowharrybeaux]

With Discretion - Holiday Special**

Here it is! I hope you guys like it. I really like how I ended this series and I hope you guys do too. Thanks for reading!

Read the rest of the “With Discretion” series

WARNINGS: miscommunication/avoidance of issues, fear of commitment and doubt in relationships/partners, 69, face fucking and sitting, fingering, forced and multiple orgasms, unprotected sex, size kink, marking.

WC: 15.2k

Harry had been on a high for the near year you two had been together. Business was excellent, his firm was doing great and he had been able to unfold that deal with the schools in the area and the pilot of the internship program was doing really well. Of course, things with you had been a fucking dream. You were both thriving in your individual endeavors and of course, as a couple. The more time you spent together the more he thought about marriage. He’d always wanted to get married but of course, he was cautious with his love life and its future, but now the future he wanted felt far more tangible. You were everything he had wanted in a life partner. He was anxious to bring it up to you because inevitably, the question would be asked by both of your families about where you two saw this relationship going. Especially as the holidays approached.

He was thinking on this even more since your parents were coming to visit from California and it would be the first time he officially met them in the flesh. It goes without saying that Harry was absolutely nervous about it but he was looking forward to meeting them and spending time with them. He knew that they weren’t all that supportive of your marriage to Caleb, so he wanted to make the best impression possible so that they didn’t have a shred of doubt about what a future with him could mean for you. He had been there for a few conversations with your mom about how disappointed she was at the outcome of your marriage, she wasn’t condescending about it, but like any parent who felt they knew best from the start, she couldn’t help but hit you with that dreaded “I told you so” a couple times. The next time she said something like that to you, he wanted it to be under good circumstances, like your wedding day perhaps when he inevitably cried at the altar because of how breathtaking you’d look. His little daydream was interrupted by his office phone ringing.

“Mr. Styles, reception called, Y/n just arrived.” His new assistant, Corey, informed him over the line.

“Great! Thanks mate. Can you inform reception that I’ll be just a few minutes?” He assured and Corey confirmed before hanging up. He shot you a quick text to let you know that he’d be out soon. You were going to a late lunch and then doing some Christmas shopping, so his Friday would be ending early and he couldn’t be more thrilled to kick off his weekend plans with you.

*********

You were sitting in the reception area just looking through your phone while you waited for Harry to come down. You were quite enraptured with an email on your phone that you didn’t notice that Caleb was approaching you until he called your name.

“Y/N!” He greeted cheerfully and you glanced up from your phone to see him smiling down at you.

“Oh my god! Hi Cal, how are you?” You asked as you shot up from your seat and hugged him tight as he hugged you back.

“I’ve been doing well.” He smiled.

“I can see that! You look great.” You complimented him. He looked a lot more fit and well kept than the last time you had seen him, he had been struggling quite a bit then.

“Thanks, you too.” He smiled, “So things are still going well with Harry.” He said and you nodded.

“Yeah, actually.”

“What’re you going on a year now?” He asked.

“Yeah, in the new year. It’s crazy how time flies.” You said with a smile and he nodded. “What about you? Did ummm, did anything ever pan out with you and Dani?” You asked and Cal sighed.

“Well, kind of. I ummm, I had a trip to London for the firm several months ago. Obviously, I saw her there…we spent the night together. I think she was just feeling a bit homesick and was seeking some familiarity, you know?” He said and you nodded in understanding, “But ummm, obviously she lives there now and we talked a few times after that but it was mostly just good for closure. I ummm, I did start dating again though. I feel good about it, I’ve had a few successful connections, so ummm, yeah it’s been going well.” He shared.

“That’s great, Cal. I’m really happy for you. I’m glad you were able to move on. I know it can be hard.”

“Was it hard for you?” He asked and you nodded. “You sure?” He grinned and you chuckled.

“Yeah! But see I started moving on when I realized that you were seeing someone else. So by the time we were over-over it was a bit easier for me to get with someone new.” You explained.

“Ah…the slow fade.” He hummed.

“Exactly.” You chuckled. 

“So what brings you in?”

“Just having a late lunch with Harry and then we’re doing some Christmas shopping. My parents are coming into town for the holidays so just trying to find something nice for them.”

“Great, that’s really great.” He hummed and you nodded. “And business is going well?”

“Oh yeah, everything’s excellent with that. I had to hire a helper actually, just to give you an idea of how things are going.”

“Wow, congrats!”

“Thank you so much. It’s been tricky at times to meet the demand but I’m getting there.” You smiled.

Just then the elevator dinged and you both glanced over to see Harry stepping out with a cheerful smile upon seeing you standing there. Harry and Cal were on good terms, it did take a few weeks for Cal to get used to Harry dating his ex-wife, but when the weirdness faded they were back to their cool and professional relationship without a hitch. Harry had always been a bit of the jealous type, but he knew that Cal wasn’t a threat to him, so his presence did not deter his excitement to see you in any way.

“Hey, baby!” He greeted you happily and Cal moved aside as Harry hugged you and kissed your cheek quickly.

“Hi.” You responded with a big smile.

“Just catching up?” He asked looking between you and Cal and you both nodded.

“Yep, she’s telling me how she’s basically becoming this event planning tycoon.” Cal said and Harry nodded.

“Yeah, the business is growing fast.”

“Maybe we can even hire her for some of the office events or shindigs for clients.” He suggested and Harry’s eyebrows arched up.

“That’s actually quite a brilliant idea, Cal. We just might have to…” Harry hummed with a smile at you and you shook your head.

“You guys are crazy.” You chuckled and they smiled at each other.

“Well, I uh, I need to be getting back up there.” Cal said, “But it was nice running into you. I’m happy things are going well, Y/N.” Cal said and you nodded.

“Yeah, it was great to see you. And I’m also glad to hear you’re doing well, Cal. See you around.” You smiled.

“Later, Cal.” Harry said with a smile and Caleb waved once more before he hurried into the elevator before the doors closed. “Was that alright? Seeing him?” Harry asked as soon as he was gone and you nodded.

“Yeah, we were just catching up. Are you good? That wasn’t weird for you?”

“Not at all. We’re on good terms here as well.” Harry assured and you smiled.

“Good. Now, where are we eating?”

“I managed to get a last minute reservation at Carbone, know you’ve been dying to get more of that mushroom fettuccine.” He said with a smile.

“Ooh, yes! Yummm!” You said with excitement and headed off. 

Your lunch had been delicious, as you expected, and your shopping was also going really well. It had been very productive thus far since you had managed to secure the gift you wanted for your mom with ease. You’d also found something for Cece and Harry had managed to find something for Corey, his assistant. Corey had been recommended by Tamika when she put in her 2 weeks. She had been accepted to USC and from what you and Harry had heard last, she was kicking ass over there. But Corey had some big shoes to fill and he was doing an exceptional job, so Harry wanted to get him something to say thank you, even if it was as simple as a keyboard for his iPad. He could use it for school, it would come in handy for his note taking in his classes. Now you just needed to get your dad his gift. He had been wanting some cufflinks that matched with this tie clip that he had been gifted for his birthday a few years prior and after your mom had sent a picture, you were eager to find something that paired well with the help of some experts.

“Let’s go in here, this is the jeweler my client recommended.” You said to Harry who nodded and opened up the door for you to get inside and out of the cold New York air. You were greeted warmly and asked if you needed help with anything the second you got inside the store. “I actually do need help, need to see about some cufflinks.” You said to the man and he nodded and guided you both over to one of the cases across the store.

“Felicity will be able to help you with that. She’ll be with you in a moment.” The man assured and then excused himself.

“You alright here, baby?” He asked you and you nodded, “OK, gonna wander around, see if I can get my mum anything while we’re here.” Harry said.

“OK.” You smiled and let him go off. Moments later you were joined by the saleswoman and consultant, Felicity. You were able to show her the picture your mom had sent and she lit up assuring you that she had several options to show you for your dad. 

“Some of the pieces are actually part of the new inventory which we haven’t quite finished unpacking for display.” She explained, “I’m gonna go locate them back there OK? In the meantime feel free to just look around, I’ll come find you when I have the selection ready for you to look over.”

“Thank you so much, Felicity.” You smiled at the older woman and she gave you a friendly smile before disappearing to the back of the store. You turned around and darted your eyes around until you found Harry at a display case at the end of the store furthest from you. You made your way over quietly, but he seemed to notice your presence nearing him as he turned when you were just a few feet from him. “What you looking at there?” You asked as you came up to the case.

“Rings.” He said softly and you peered down at the glimmering accessories displayed beautifully beneath the spotless glass panel. You couldn’t help but notice that these were specifically engagement rings as the regular accessory rings were in the next case over from what you could see as you glanced to your right briefly. “That one’s nice, no?” He asked you as he nodded towards the case.

“Which one?”

“Second row, fifth one in.” He said and you searched and nodded.

“It looks vintage-y, that’s what I like about it. Don’t love that cut though.” You said.

“The princess cut?” He asked and you nodded.

“S’too boxy, don’t you think?”

“Yeah, you’re right.” He hummed.

“The one two rows beneath it is gorgeous.” You mused and he smiled.

“The oval one in gold?” He asked and you nodded and hummed in confirmation, “Yeah, quite like that one actually. It’s very nice.” He mused as he looked it over.

“Would you like to inspect any of the rings more closely or try anything on?” Suddenly one of the salespersons appeared seemingly out of thin air.

“Oh n-”

“Yes, please.” Harry’s voice slightly overpowered yours before he turned and smiled at you briefly before turning back to the clerk and pointing at the one you had said you liked. The man was careful as he removed it from the back velvet setting it was in and reached for the magnifying glass that was peeking out of the front pocket of his suit jacket.

“This is a fine choice. The main stone is 3 carats, ethically sourced, and it has wonderful clarity.” He said as he positioned the magnifying glass over the ring’s main stone, “Have a look.” He insisted and you both peered over. It looked like you were staring into a hall of a million mirrors, it was absolutely beautiful. “You don’t see too many engagement rings set in gold now a days, but it is making a come back. It gives them a generational kind of feel, I think. Like a priceless family heirloom.” He smiled at the two of you.

“Yeah.” You hummed in agreement with a smile before glancing up to the man.

“Would you like to try it on?” He asked and you glanced to Harry who smiled at you and shrugged, indicating that it was up to you. It was just so pretty that you couldn’t pass up the opportunity to try it on. Cal insisted that you keep your rings from your engagement and marriage, but you didn’t wear them anymore, they were in a safe in your apartment. But you had been wearing two rings for seven years and you did feel naked without them for the first few months after you agreed to divorce, but now it was fine. But a part of you missed having them on so you agreed.

“Sure.” You accepted happily. Cal hadn’t consulted with you on which ring he’d get you when he proposed. You still liked it, it just wasn’t something you would’ve chosen for yourself, unlike this ring, this ring was right in your wheelhouse.

“It helps a lot to see the different cuts on yourself. That way you know which ones flatter you most when the time comes to choose “the one”, you know?” He said as he extended his hand towards yours and you handed over your right hand without much thought.

“There’s only one “the one” ring. One ring to rule them all…” you said lowly as you glanced back at Harry knowingly as you quoted “Lord of the Rings” with a grin and Harry sputtered on a laugh and the salesman did as well.

“You’re a complete dork.” Harry murmured before kissing the side of your head, “S’one of the reasons I love you, though.”

“Pardon, but wrong hand, miss.” the salesman said and your eyebrows arched up before you and Harry chuckled.

“Right! Don’t know why I’m so nervous.” You chuckled in a bit of embarrassment as you handed over your left hand and Harry’s warm hand rubbed over your lower back a few times reassuringly.

“It can be nerve-wracking, it’s a big step getting engaged.” The man said and you hummed. Obviously, you and Harry were not getting engaged any time soon. You hadn’t even properly talked about marriage like that yet, this was just for fun…right? Suddenly the man gasped and you turned to him, “Would you look at that?” he mused in wonder, his bright eyes met with yours, “It’s like it was made for you. It even fits perfectly.” He pointed out with glee, “And the cut is very flattering on your hand. It looks very beautiful on you. You have good instincts for this.” He smiled up at you and you just chuckled bashfully. “What do you think, sir?” He asked Harry and you glanced back to him as well.

“I agree, I love it on you.” He smiled solely at you and you smiled back at him as your stomach did an unsettling flip that you couldn’t really focus on when the man spoke up again.

“Are you interested in seeing any other options similar to this one? We can find similar ones with different budgetary limits as well if you have a price point in mind? Or have you got any ideas for other styles or cuts you’d like to see? Maybe even see what wedding bands can match with the engagement ring?”

“Sorry, we’re actually just here to buy some cufflinks for my girlfriend’s father.” Harry explained, “We got a bit sidetracked over here. The rings are just so shiny and beautiful, it’s impossible not to come have a look at them more closely.” He said with a smile and the man hummed with a smile.

“Oh, I understand, could stand around here all day marveling. I’m sorry to have assumed. You are a lovely couple though. Maybe sometime in the future.” He said with a hopeful smile.

“Yeah, I’m sure.” Harry smiled, “Thank you though.”

“Let me give this back to you.” You said as you extended your hand out again and he chuckled.

“Of course, miss.” He said and carefully slipped the ring off of your finger, “Well in the future if you are taking things to the next level feel free to make an appointment with me, my name’s Dan. I’m the senior consultant specializing in engagement rings and wedding bands.” He explained as he set the ring back in it’s spot under the glass. “We do very thorough consultations for engagement rings if you so choose to buy with us.” He said as he extended his card to you, again he seemingly pulled it out of thin air. 

“Thank you.” Harry hummed with a smile as he took it and slipped it into his pant pocket.

“My pleasure. I hope you find everything to your satisfaction.” Dan smiled before hurrying off to help another customer a few cases down.

“Are you thinking what I’m thinking now?” Harry asked with a smile as you turned to him. The excitement and expectation in his eyes made your stomach start to flip for your heart rate to skyrocket.

“Ummm that Dan’s a magician? I mean he literally just conjured himself!” You said and Harry was silent for a few seconds before he knocked his head back in laughter.

“OK, right!?” He gasped and you giggled and nodded, “Like where the fuck did the business card come from? I was looking at him the entire time he was taking the ring off of you! Didn’t see him reach down into his pockets or anything once!” Harry told you with an amused look in his eyes. 

“Maybe he was a magician before he became an engagement ring consultant?”

“Like a serious one in Vegas or like for kid’s parties?” Harry asked and your eyebrows furrowed.

“All magicians are serious magicians, Harry.” You said to him in mock offense and he chuckled.

“Oh, alright well thanks for that tidbit.” He grinned.

“You’re welcome. Can’t go insulting magical careers based on the population they cater to, you muggle.” You teased and he rolled his eyes.

“Oh, excuse me…” he said sarcastically.

“I’m serious! A pediatric doctor is no less serious because they cater to children specifically, are they?” You questioned him and he smiled.

“You’re very right actually…” he pondered and you giggled, “And you’re also a very serious nuisance.” He said softly and you laughed and hugged him tight before leaning your head against his chest. You could hear his heart pounding intensely in it’s confines and it made you draw back from him as that nervous feeling started to swirl in your tummy again and caused you to feel a bit sick. It scared you that it was mostly a bad feeling, it wasn’t just nerves like you hoped when it first happened. “Hey, what’s wrong?” Harry asked you when he saw your smile fade away.

“Oh, just my stomach suddenly hurt.” You explained and he sighed.

“Did you forget your Lactaid pill? That fettuccine you had is drowned in cream sauce.” He said quietly and you sniggered.

“No, I didn’t forget it.” You assured through a giggle. “It’s gone now, I’m alright.” You said and he looked at you skeptically.

“You sure? We can just head home once you get the cufflinks if you’re not feeling well.” He suggested. You did have the rest of the day planned out. Harry had a few rental properties around town and you would be spending the night at one of the empty ones after dinner and visiting a comedy club with a few of his friends later tonight.

“I’m sure.” You smiled and he nodded. Just then Felicity called your name from behind the counter and you turned to her to see she had brought out a velvet cushion with at least a dozen cufflinks for you to look at, “Oh, look at these! Help me pick something, H.” You said to him and he nodded as he came closer to you and rested his hands at your hips as he peered over you, half-listening to what Felicity was saying to you. 

He couldn’t help it as he glanced past the cushion of cufflinks and right down at that ring you’d tried on. Dan hadn’t just been buttering you up for a potential sale when he said it was practically made for you, it really did look amazing on you. But then you got a little weird…when he’d asked you if you were thinking what he was thinking about and you deflected and started mucking about over Dan. So he quickly rejected any feelings of disappointment at your lack of seriousness over what he was trying to bring up to you and just bounced back with another playful comment about fucking Dan and his sleight of hand. It was odd to him because you two were obviously in love and your relationship was going incredibly well. But your reaction made him wonder if perhaps he was taking your future together more seriously than you were. It put an annoying and anxious weight over his chest that he had never felt with you before and it made him upset and a bit scared. He wanted to address it immediately but given your reaction to the implied situation and topic at hand he didn’t expect that you’d want to discuss it any time soon. So Harry did the one thing he knew wasn’t correct and ignored that nagging ache in his heart and just warded off all of the thoughts and things that were currently bothering him about this and focused on the task at hand, the cufflinks.

*************

“God, Cece it was absolutely mortifying!” You groaned with a frown before you just rolled over and buried your face in your pillow. Cece laughed from beside you and you pouted as you took a peek at her. “Don’t make fun.”

“I’m not! It’s just really funny actually.” She giggled and you groaned.

It had been a couple days since the ring incident at the jeweler and things had gotten a bit weird between you and Harry. Or maybe you just felt they had been weird after? You guys stuck to your plans with his friends and all but something just felt off to you. You had planned to spend the weekend together in the city, but the following day Harry said he had a work emergency come up and cancelled the rest of your plans at the last moment leaving you to have breakfast alone before you headed back to the suburbs on your own. He hadn’t been cold per se, but you knew Harry well and something had been a bit off after Friday. He barely got in touch with you for the rest of the day on Saturday, he only checked in to ensure you’d made it home safe. And now it was Sunday and all you’d gotten from him today so far was a “Have a good day” text. You had asked him how his work thing had gone and if he would be back in the area for dinner but he left you on read and that’s when you called Cece and she immediately came over.

“It’s not! Like I just…I freaked out, you know? Like I thought we were just messing around not…like…ughhh.” You groaned again in frustration and Cece sighed and gave you a sympathetic smile.

“Do you really think he’s upset at you over that?” She asked you and you shrugged.

“I don’t know, but that’s the only thing that like…that stands out from our normal interactions and conversations so I’m pretty sure.”

“Just ask him!” Cece advised with some irritation at your obstinance. “It’s that fucking simple.”

“No! What if it’s just a work or family thing and I’m just jumping to conclusions?” You asked her.

“Well you never know until you ask…” Cece said again and you sighed and glanced up to the ceiling. “And even if he’s not upset at that, clearly something about that is weighing on you. So what is that about for you? Like are you not sure of a future with Harry? Like maybe you’re concerned that he’s at a different level than you are in the relationship?” She fed a few ideas hoping you’d resonate with something and bite.

“It’s just that…like I’ve only been divorced a year, you know?” You said and Cece nodded, “I love Harry, so much! I need him like the air I breathe but I just…” you paused, “Things are just really great now, you know? What if…” you trailed off as your eyes welled up with tears, “What if marriage changes things between us, you know?” You asked in a small voice, “Like obviously I jumped into things with Cal so quickly…I didn’t take my time to make such a big decision, we were also together about a year before he proposed and look how that ended! I don’t want to do the same thing with Harry and have it all go to shit!” You were crying now and Cece frowned and just tutted and pulled you into her chest as you cried, “I can’t lose him, Cece. He’s the best thing that’s ever happened to me, I can’t.” You sobbed.

“Oh babe…” she hummed quietly as she gently scratched at your head. “I know that the future can be scary, but what you have with Harry is not what you had with Cal. He’s a different person, it’s a different relationship. And you’re a different person too, babe. You were fucking 23 when you started dating Cal, you were half kid, half grown up! You had just moved out of your parents’ house, you hardly had any life experience…” she reminded you, “Things are very different for you now. You’re more mature now so you’re going to have the right amount of doubt and ask the right questions. And I know you won’t be victim to the rose colored glasses of your relationship with Harry this time around.” She pointed out and you sighed as you pulled back and looked into her eyes.

“One would fucking hope…” you sighed and she smiled at you with sympathy, “I know that maybe I didn’t love Cal anymore by the time we divorced but it still took a toll, you know?” You explained and she nodded.

“Of course, babe. It’s a lot to go through.” She said and you nodded, “D-do you feel like maybe you rushed into this relationship with Harry?” Cece asked you and you sighed.

“I don’t even know anymore! Like at the time it didn’t feel that way…we just have so much chemistry and it was so easy, you know? Like was I on an oxytocin high from being with him that I just said yes to him?” You asked and Cece frowned.

“Did you feel any hesitation when he asked you to be his girlfriend?” Cece asked and you shook your head. “So the doubt is new then.” She said and you frowned.

“It’s not doubt…I mean I know he’s the one for me! It’s just…I’m scared.” You admitted with a small voice, “I’m scared that…that I’m repeating history.”

“Would you want to marry him if he asked?”

“Of course! I’d just need to have a talk with him about it to ensure that what happened with Cal doesn’t happen again. Like we haven’t even talked about that yet and next thing I know I’m trying on an engagement ring! It was just a lot…”

“Well maybe that’s what he was trying to do after? Not necessarily talk about when you’d get engaged or even a timeline. Maybe he just wanted to see if you were thinking similarly about what you saw for your future together?” She suggested, “Then you went and made a joke of it and well…I can see how that might possibly hurt his feelings or just make him pull back a bit to gain some perspective about where you two truly stand, you know?” Cece said and you sighed as those pieces started fitting together into a picture. A picture where you were the unserious asshole and he was just the lovely man that he’s always been.

“God, I am the worst…” you groaned.

“No you’re not, Y/N. You’re still healing from before. Now, that doesn’t mean that you jumped the gun with Harry. It just means that your last marriage was shit and obviously you’re going to be a bit more apprehensive when the topic comes up this time around.” She comforted you with a soft and caring smile.

“Thanks.” You sniffled and she nodded.

“Now, if I were you I’d try to talk to Harry about this as soon as possible just to clear the air. Just ask and if it’s not anything to do with that or with you then at least you’ve done some of the soul searching so that if it ever comes up again you don’t deflect by calling him a muggle.” She said playfully and you shrieked and covered your face with your hands.

“So embarrassing!” You wailed as Cece just laughed.

**********

You had texted Harry and told him that you needed to talk to him when he was next available. You waited about an hour before he responded and said that he also needed to talk to you about something and that he could come to yours in the evening and you agreed. After that response your afternoon with Cece was just riddled with anxiety; she tried to talk you down, but you were a wreck and convinced yourself that Harry was just coming over to dump you in person. She had left you about fifteen minutes before he was due at yours. You had taken a CBD gummy to calm your nerves and even had a quick, warm body shower to help expel some tension, but the erratic beating of your heart was just too much for you to control. When your doorbell rang, signaling Harry’s arrival, you took slow deep breaths as you made your way across your apartment and finally unlocked the door.

“Hey, come in.” You said with a small and nervous smile and he thanked you quietly as he stepped inside. 

He immediately got to toeing off his shoes and you just hurried over to the living room area while he finished up. When Harry finally made his way over he saw you staring at him anxiously and it put an awful feeling in his stomach. Maybe you were going to break up with him for the way he had been acting the last couple days. He hadn’t meant to shut down and pull away like that after the incident at the jeweler, but he was suddenly faced with the harsh reality that maybe you both were on completely different pages about your relationship and where you wanted it to go eventually. He knew that the mere act of withdrawing from someone who loves and trusts you instead of communicating openly and honestly can just drive an irreparable wedge between two people and he hoped to the high heavens that he hadn’t done that.

“Ummm, can I sit?” He asked as he pointed to the spot beside you and you nodded.

“Yeah, of course.” You assured him and he sat down but angled his body towards yours and then you moved around to do the same. You were criss-crossed and looking down at the heart-patterned fuzzy socks on your feet for a moment before he decided to break the silence.

“What did you want to talk to me about?” He asked nervously and you bit your lip.

“I’m ummm, still gathering my thoughts a bit. You can go first if you know what you want to say.” You offered and he nodded. He was nervous too, but at least if he got to go first and was just super genuine and apologetic you wouldn’t dump him if that was your plan for this conversation.

“OK sure.” He agreed and exhaled before looking into your eyes, “I’m really sorry for the way I’ve been acting the last couple of days. I lied about that work emergency I said I had on Saturday because I ummm….” He sighed, “I just got a bit…well, not a bit, I was -er I am upset at you for ummm…for what happened at the jeweler on Friday.” He said and you frowned, “I was…I was hoping that after having such an intimate and well, serious moment like that w-with the engagement ring? I hoped that we could maybe have a serious conversation about our future together, like see what our goals were and all that. But then you just went and deflected it by making a total joke of it and it…hurt my feelings and made me feel like maybe you were not as serious about me as I am about you. I should’ve said something when we got a moment to ourselves but I just thought you would deflect again or make light of what happened and I got nervous and just…shut down instead.” He explained with a frown and you immediately reached your hand out to his and he took it immediately.

“I’m really sorry, Harry. I also wanted to talk to you about that same thing.” You said and he nodded, urging you to go on. “I know what I did and I’m so sorry for hurting your feelings. I just…got really uncomfortable and freaked out a bit when I realized the conversation you were wanting to have with me.” You explained and he looked even more disappointed and you spoke up again quickly, “Not because the idea of having a future with you makes me uncomfortable! But because in my experience marriage doesn’t really guarantee anything…” you explained and his eyes softened as yours welled up again, “I mean, my entire marriage was a total lie! We had been so great before we took that step and it scares me to think that maybe marriage is the problem and that it’ll just ruin what we have together. And like…when Cal proposed to me we had also been together for about a year and I suddenly felt like I was in a re-run! And the last thing I want is to repeat history with you. I mean, I’ve only been divorced a year, so I suddenly felt like once again I was just jumping the gun because I was high on love or something and I started to doubt myself and my choices. Not you, never you though. J-just me and my judgement.” You explained with tearful eyes upon admitting that to him. You hated feeling like you couldn’t be objective and up until that point you were so confident that you had been objectively doing what was best for you by allowing yourself to fall for Harry.  

“Fuck…I wasn’t even thinking about that, baby. I completely forgot that you were even married before! Jesus… I’m sorry. I wasn’t even considering that or how you might feel about it.” He shook his head incredulously and clearly disappointed in himself for putting you in that position. You smiled despite your glossy eyes, because his reaction alone assured you that you were with the right person. Despite all of the love and feelings tangled up in this, Harry was the best thing for you, even objectively speaking. “Call me crazy, but to me it sometimes feels like we’ve been together forever.” He confessed with a timid smile and you squeezed his hand and nodded.

“Yeah, it does to me too.” You agreed earnestly, “I’m so sorry for making light of such a special moment, Harry. It truly was so special, it felt so…real and possible and promising, then I went and…ruined it by mentioning fucking magic…”

“It’s impressive how mentioning the magic truly sucked it out of the moment.” He mused with a grin and you chuckled and shook your head with embarrassment. 

“I’m sorry…” you sighed again and he chuckled.

“S’alright, baby. I’m glad we’ve cleared the air.” He said looking more relaxed all around.

“Me too. Can you forgive me though, for making light of such a serious moment and of dismissing what you were so clearly feeling then? I promise I’ll be more communicative next time I feel any type of apprehension about anything.” You said and he smiled and leaned forward, grabbing your face gently and kissing your lips quickly.

“Of course I forgive you.” He assured you and you smiled, “Though, the thing you truly owe me an apology for, which you have even failed to mention during this very serious conversation, is the fact that you called me a bloody muggle.” He said with a grin and you giggled, “I’ve never been called a muggle before. That was your true crime.” He joked, lightening the mood between you two. You laughed lightly at this fact.

“Well I’m sorry for calling you a muggle. Out of anyone in the world, I am more than aware that you truly do have the magic in all the right places.” You said with a slightly suggestive grin and he chuckled and kissed you again.

“That I do.” He mumbled against your lips with a smirk and you kissed him back before you pulled back from it with smiles.

“Now, if you want a do over of that conversation I’m more than prepared to talk about it.” You said and he smiled.

“Yeah?” He asked and you nodded bashfully, “Well, obviously I want to marry you.” He said and your smile widened. “I just ummm…I wanted to know if you wanted the same thing down the line?” He asked and you nodded.

“I do.” You agreed.

“Great! Umm…so obviously this is uncharted territory to me, but you’ve had experience in this, which I completely failed to consider before…” he sighed, “But ummm…what would you want out of a marriage with me when we get to that stage? Or in your eyes what would a marriage look like?” He asked you earnestly. You had never been asked that before. Is that what people did when they talked about their future? If so, Cal had skipped all of this…he had told you once after a weekend shag-a-thon that he would marry you one day and that was about all of the discussion you’d had about it. 

“Ummm…obviously, don’t cheat on me.” You said with a smile and he nodded.

“Never.” He assured you.

“I think we’ve struck a really good time balance in the last few months with our work and our time together and with our friends. I would like to continue having open and honest communication…” you said and he hummed in agreement, “I would expect to maybe have a bit more discussion and input about our own professional endeavors. Like if my little company gets bigger and in more demand I would certainly talk to you about it before just jumping into all this extra work that would take away from our time together, you know? I think that’s more from my experience with Cal…like I honestly just believed that his work was just taking all of his time. I didn’t have the slightest clue about anything going on at the firm. He kept me in the dark and so it was just so much easier for him to lie to me and I would be none the wiser.” 

“Yeah.” Harry said with a frown as his thumb ran over your knuckles gently. 

“What else…” you hummed, “Oh, the finances bit!” You said and he nodded, “I like what Cal and I had arranged. We both contributed pretty equitably. We did have a joint account for that, but we also had our individual money and savings. I mean, we were a bit closer in earnings though, so that might look very different for us when we get to that point. But having some financial independence is a must for me.” You explained.

“I completely agree with you there.” Harry said and you smiled.

“Also kids. I mean, at least one…maybe two?” You said and his smile widened and he nodded, “I would expect that you be just as present and available for our kids as I would be when you’re at home. I mean, the home is a shared space, so I wouldn’t want to be like a wife, maid, cook, nanny, and business woman. I would expect that we share the load and that each of us took the same ownership over our home and our children.” You said and he nodded. “Also, I’d expect that we don’t let the romance die.” You said and he smiled.

“Wouldn’t dream of that, my love.” He assured you.

“I guess the overarching theme here is that I would want a marriage to look more like a partnership this time around. I don’t want to feel like I’m the only one stoking it to life all the time. I want to feel loved, seen, and supported by my partner. What about you? Any expectations of me?” You asked him.

“I agree with everything you’ve said. I want to marry you because I want to have a life with you. I want to be present for you and for our family. I want to share our time together as much as possible. I know that sometimes things can happen and we can sort of veer, so I would expect you to let me know when I’m not doing my part. I also expect that you allow me to do the same for you. If we do have kids I want to be very hands on, so I want to be able to choose how to parent with you. I want our goals for our family to align as much as possible, you know?” He asked and you nodded. “Obviously, the nitty gritty of each of these will not be figured out until we start to cross those bridges, but overall I would want our marriage to basically be like our safe haven from everything else. I want it to just be us and our family after a long day. It’s the place where I want to feel safe and comforted and loved as well. And I would want our kids to feel that too, to feel like being with their family is a breath of fresh air.” He smiled and you did as well.

“I love you so much, you know that?” You hummed happily.

“I love you too.” He whispered before bringing up your hand and kissing the top of it. “And ummm, I realize that you’re still healing from the disappointment of your last marriage, so I don’t want to push you or rush you through that. I mean, I would marry you next month if you wanted!” He chuckled, “But I want you to feel ready for that step with me. So whenever you are, just let me know and we can…call Dan, the magic man and see about some engagement rings.” He said with a bashful, but hopeful little smile and you just surged forward and hugged him, tackling him down into the couch and he chuckled as he hugged you back.

“I’m gonna keep working through it for us, OK? I promise.” You said to him quietly.

“I know, baby.” He hummed as he rubbed over your back, “God, I thought you were going to dump me…”

“Oh my god, I thought the same thing about you!” You sniggered and then pressed yourself up to look at him and he hugged around your waist lightly, “Was prepared to fight for you tooth and nail.”

“Oh same, baby. Can’t let you go that easily.” He hummed and you grinned.

“I’m going to kiss you now, OK?” You said and he nodded before you dipped down to attach your lips to his eagerly.

It was easy for your kisses to start to get more and more obscene the longer your lips moved together. Your hips were moving over his, grinding your centers together heatedly, longing for some much needed friction. Feeling his erection growing and stiffening up in his joggers was driving you crazy. You wanted to rip his clothes off and go to town on him. You moaned into the kiss as his hands cupped your ass and guided your pace. He slightly shifted and then hummed in delight as you were now perfectly resting over his cock with each grind of your hips. You bit down on his bottom lip, sucking gently, teasing with your tongue but not slipping it into his mouth. He was growing impatient, his fingers digging into your plush bottom indicated his need for you to do more.

“Need something?” You asked with a playful grin and he nodded. You knelt up so that you were straddling his lap now and peering down at him. “What is it, baby? What do you want?” You asked him softly. Suddenly his hand was gripping the back of your neck and pushing you down into a kiss. It was sloppy and urgent and you giggled into it.

“Suck me off.” he mumbled against your mouth. “Please.” He tagged on after a few moments of your eyes just staring into his playfully.

“Alright, only because you asked so nicely…” you said with a smile and he immediately bit down on his bottom lip when he felt your fingers dancing along the elastic band of his joggers.

“Mmm…on second thought turn around. Wanna taste you too.” He said with a smirk that just about melted you from the inside out.

“Definitely not gonna argue with that…” you mused and quickly got off of him and of the couch to get all the clothes off of your lower half. Harry also took advantage and did the same before tugging you back over to him and kissing you deeply before instructing you to get back over him again. You were cautious and allowed him to guide your movements until your wet center was being tickled by his puffs of air. It was making you shiver as a chill traveled down your spine until your skin was covered in goosebumps.

“So fucking pretty and so fucking wet for me.” He hummed, his lips continued tickling your labia as he spoke against you. He hadn’t applied enough pressure for you to feel him against any of the more sensitive spots, but it was keeping you on edge as he kissed over where your entrance was very lightly.

“Baby…” you sighed with impatience.

“Don’t whine at me, use your mouth like I want you to.” He said and you moaned before just taking a hold of his cock and dipping the head between your lips. You gave him a nice, hard suck and he moaned lowly against you. You swore that you felt the vibration of his moan tickle your clit, “Fuck take more, baby…shit just like that. So fucking good with that mouth.” He sighed in pleasure as you sunk down half way and stroked the rest of him with your hand.

You moaned when you felt his fingers slightly spread your folds apart before he started laving from your entrance to your clit, his pace was set to that of your sucking on his cock. He was so good at this, he knew all of your weak spots well. You ground against him when he pushed his thick, hot tongue into your entrance. He plunged it in and out, in and out, over and over…you were so sensitive right at your entrance, it was making your head spin and you started to sink lower on his cock. He started to thrust up into your mouth, making you drool down his cock. When his fingers found your clit you moaned around him which caused him to groan against you.

“Fuck…” he grunted as he kissed at your cheek and let his tongue wander up to your bum. You shivered as he ran his tongue over your ribbed little hole as he sunk his thick digits into your sopping entrance. He twisted his fingers a bit until he felt yours walls clamp down around his fingers hard, “Right there, baby?” You moaned in response and he chuckled and then hissed when you sunk all the way down his cock, “Oh fuck…fuck yeah…” he hissed as his abs tensed up when his tip collided with the soft back of your mouth. His fingers kept prodding into that spot that had your arousal dripping from you and it built your orgasm quickly. He always found your g-spot and it did wonders for your orgasms.

You were nearly gagging on his cock as he thrust up into your throat, seeking out his own pleasure as you started to lose your rhythm with how good his fingers were working you. You were trying your best to breathe properly through your nose but it was hard to and the lack of proper airflow was making you feel a little woozy, but you were thriving off it because you were feeling the pleasure far more than normal.

“Shit, I’m gonna come…need you to come for me first, baby. Please…” he panted and you moaned around him and pulled up to focus on his tip as your hand stroked him expertly. It brought you joy to see his thighs trembling as he tried to hold his orgasm back, “Baby…baby, please…” he chuckled and you let your tongue rub into his slit, tasting his slightly salty pre-come starting to pool at it, “Oh fuck…” he groaned and he had to pull his fingers from you and just grabbed your thighs as his head rolled back and he chuckled, the sound melting into a grunt until you felt his sperm starting to shoot into your mouth. You swallowed what you could, but could feel some spilling out of the side of your mouth. You then slowly pulled off but kept stroking very slowly, “C-can’t believe you made me come first…” he chuckled breathily, “You’re gonna get it.” He panted and you grinned mischievously.

“It was apology head.” You hummed, “Think I owe you a bit more apologizing though…” you suggested mischievously and he was about to respond but you dipped down and sucked around his sensitive tip before he could even stop you. He started to laugh a bit at the sensitivity and breathily begged you to ease up as the tingles and overstimulation seemed to run an electric current down to his toes. He was trying to mind you as he writhed a bit beneath you.

“Baby!” He groaned through gritted teeth and just as you were about to let him go and cut him a break he moaned, “Fuck, I’mgonnacomeagain…” he slurred his words as he squeezed his eyes shut. His thighs were completely tense, his legs buckled as he groaned, “Shit baby, don’t stop…Don’t stop, don’t stop!” He begged and seconds later you felt his second orgasm pooling into your mouth. Once again, he was flooding it up with his generous creamy load and when you could tell he was done you pulled off of him with a satisfied smile as you swallowed it all down. Before you could even move he landed a sharp slap to your ass that made you straighten up and he chuckled as you glanced back and shot him glare, he was smirking at you in the same manner you were smirking at him. Then you knelt up and carefully got off the couch, you were going to offer him some water when he shot up and grabbed your hand and you glanced over at him.

“What, baby?” You asked with a smile.

“You’re not getting off that easy.” He smirked, “Come on, take a seat.” He said with an inviting smile. 

“A seat?” You asked him with a smirk.

“Yeah love, on my face.” He grinned and well, he didn’t have to entice you any further. He was quick to get one of your decorative pillows under his head before you were lowering yourself down against his mouth. He kissed at you and tongued at your clit a few times and you watched as he got lost in you. You were letting him do his thing, but then his eyes blinked open and met your entranced gaze, “Use me to get off.” he mumbled against your sticky pussy, “Come on.” He encouraged. 

You could see the lust in his eyes, he was hungry for it as much as you were. So without apprehension you slowly let more of your weight down over him. Your teeth were pinching down on your bottom lip as you slightly ran your folds over his mouth and he immediately got to work and you let out a sigh of relief as he sloppily lapped at you.The best thing about this was that he was really into it and it made the experience that much more pleasurable. He had his arms wrapped around your thighs as his neck craned up a bit to get even closer if possible. The wet and slurping sounds of him feasting on you were riling you up and you couldn’t stop yourself as you started to grind down against him. You let your head tilt back as your clit bumped into his nose over and over again until you were seeing stars. You were sure you were suffocating him beneath you, but he was holding you down so tightly you wouldn’t be able to really pull away if you wanted. You looked down at him with pleasure drunk eyes to see that he was looking at you just the same way and you groaned through a smile as you guided yourself a bit lower so that your clit was over his mouth.

“Suck it please, I’m getting close.” You requested and he groaned and opened up before latching his mouth over the top half of your pussy. You immediately moaned when the pressure of his sucks started to make your clit throb incessantly.

  “Mmmm, just like that, baby…You’re doing so good. Fuck it feels so good.” You praised him as your fingers raked into his hair. Your eyebrows creased in when you felt the tip of his tongue slowly start to flick against your sensitive little bud every time he sucked it in. You were gripping his hair harder and harder the closer you got to your orgasm and he moaned at the sting of your pull on his thick curls. “Oh…you-you’re gonna make me come!” You alerted him and he started going a bit faster. Your breath was hitching as that unmistakeable warmth swimming in your belly started to spread all throughout your body. It was making you feel hot all over, “Yeah H, keep going like that…shit, just like that! Yes, baby!” You panted out your urgency. 

Your body broke out in goosebumps as you teetered on the edge of it all, your tummy was fluttering and your thighs were quaking around his head as you clung to the feeling of that little spark that was about to ignite and make your entire body burst with the most sensational pleasure. It was until he very gently grazed his teeth over your unsuspecting little bundle that you started to come undone. You felt as if you had no control of your body as your writhed over him hard. You were completely selfish about it as you rode his face to get off.

Harry’s hands slid up and under your top and pinched at your nipples hard as you came undone over his mouth. You were moaning, praising, and cursing him relentlessly as fireworks burst behind your eyelids. You knew you were being louder than you were when you guys were at yours, but you couldn’t help it. And even still, you could hardly hear yourself over the intense  ringing of your ears as your body fought it’s best to keep you coherent. You were drowning in the beautiful, warm waves of pleasure with each gentle suck he gave to your oversensitive clit. Even when you were shivering and gasping from the overstimulation you couldn’t stop. You couldn’t pull away from him. It all felt so good, you were lost and floating in pure bliss. Slowly, your orgasm started to dwindle down and you started to snigger just as he had when it was getting to be too much. When you began twitching and jerking over him from the sensitivity, he was far kinder than you were though and opted to just kiss at your messy folds delicately and lovingly until you were good and ready to get off of him. 

His big, warm hands kneaded at your breasts before tickling down your abdomen and thighs. Once again you were covered in goosebumps at the lovely, little tickles of his gentle fingers over your heated skin. You could let him do this all day if you could, but you needed to let him breathe properly, so you gathered your strength and knelt up a bit. He huffed and craned his neck up to give your swollen and slicked up pussy one final kiss before he let go of your thighs and allowed you to sink down and kiss him deeply.

“Thank you.” You whispered against his mouth and he smiled.

“No, no, no. Thank you.” He insisted with a grin and you giggled and kissed his chin.

“Have you had dinner?” You asked.

“Ummm…I just ate.” He said with a smug expression and you rolled your eyes playfully at him, “You should’ve seen that coming, baby.” He chuckled.

“I really should have…” you laughed breathily, “Seriously though. I didn’t because I was nervous for our talk.” You explained.

“I did, but we can order something in or go pick something up. M’feeling a little peckish.” He said.

“What about phở? S’quite cold. I could use something warm.”

“OK, maybe I can eat again.” He chuckled and you smiled.

“The place I like doesn’t deliver, we’ll have to order and carry out. Might be like 20-30 minutes?”

“Yeah, that’s alright.” He assured.

Soon he was getting dressed and hurrying to rinse of his face while you placed your order. Then you did the same as him and just decided to remove your makeup since it was getting late. When you emerged from your bathroom you saw Harry sprawled out on your bed scrolling through his phone and you just went over and straddled his lap again. He immediately dropped his phone and hugged you as you rested over him. 

“You really want to marry me?” You asked quietly and he smiled.

“Yeah, baby. I really fucking do.” He responded, “Been waiting my whole life for you.” He hummed as he caressed your back lightly.

“I think I have been waiting for you too.” You said softly and he kissed the top of your head a few times which made you smile.

You had no idea what kind of good karma you had accumulated throughout your life to deserve someone like Harry, but you were so glad that you had him in your life. He truly was your other half. You’d loved others before, but this was so different than all the other times. Finally, everything you gave was being reciprocated how you needed it to be. He made you feel important, safe, and cared for in a way that you hadn’t felt since you were a child. It was comforting to be around someone who made you feel that way. He often told you that he felt the same with you and nothing could make you happier than knowing that he felt your love as well. Harry was definitely more of a physical touch type of person, which you were a quality time person, but those two seemed to go hand in hand. You could lay in silence with him like this for hours, just being close to him, being in his presence for whatever amount of time always made you feel better.  

…. DECEMBER ….

You were currently getting ready for Harry’s firm’s Holiday party. A thing you had always wondered about but had never been invited to when you were with Cal. You were very excited because Harry told you it was quite lavish this year, especially after the very successful year he’d had. It was going to be formal/black tie optional because he really wanted to treat his employees after all of their hard work and effort.

Typically he gave a budget to each department and they would choose how to celebrate or if they just wanted to give out bonuses to their people. But he wanted to celebrate every single person who put in effort for him and his family’s company and give everyone bonuses, or at least that what you suggested and he took that suggestion. From the top executives to the interns who did the boring paperwork and coffee runs. Every person counted and he wanted them to feel that. He had asked you to work with Corey to vet a few caterers. 

He had hired a planner already for the organization and decor because he didn’t want you fretting over all of this, he wanted you to enjoy as a guest. Nevertheless, knowing this was your niche, he still ran all of the design elements and ideas by you which he knew would make you so excited. When he looked through the selection of caterers the planner offered he wasn’t really impressed. Since he didn’t find what he was looking for he of course he asked you and well now, everything was absolutely perfect. The party was later in the afternoon in the same building the firm was in, but on the top floor. It had been converted into an event hall the year prior and it was the perfect location as the mostly all glass walls gave breathtaking views of the city. In preparation for this most lavish event, you and Harry had been lazing around and leaving everything in the hands of the planner.

You had decided to make a whole weekend of it and stayed over at one of his for rent apartments in the city with him. It was lovely and you were just laying in the big, comfy bed as you looked through some emails from potential clients wanting to hire you for their special events. It was around noon when Harry finally got out of bed and he’d only done so because he still wasn’t sure what he would be wearing that night. He had brought along two options and he wanted to get your opinion on what would be the best look for the party.

“Baby, what do you think?” Harry asked you as he emerged in a classic black tuxedo and you glanced up from your laptop and then your eyes widened a bit before you smirked.

“Okay, James Bond! I see you…” You hummed at him and he chuckled and glanced down bashfully, shaking his head at your nonsense, “Christ, look at you.” You whispered in awe as you got out of bed and hurried over to him.

“Like it?” He asked.

“Oh man, do I…” you said as you straightened out the bowtie just a bit.

“I also brought a gray one that-”

“No, no. Wear the black one.” You said decisively with a smile.

“Yeah?”

“Definitely. It’s so classic and ummm, we’ll also match.” You said with a big smile, your excitement was shimmering in your eyes.

“Like a proper couple.” He said and you nodded giddily. “What dress did you end up getting?” He asked you.

“The Sau Lee one? Remember s’black with a big bow in the front?”

“Mmmm…faintly.” He said and you smiled.

“Should I try it on for you?” You asked coyly. And he gave you an expression that screamed ‘obviously’. “OK, let me do that. Go wait on the bed.” You instructed and hurried into the closet. 

The surprise you had for him was that you’d gotten some lingerie specifically for when you got back home. You hadn’t picked a dress with a bow as the top for nothing! You wanted him to feel like you were the present he got to unwrap on Christmas morning. Moments later you were buck naked and just slipping into the dress to show him. You had every intention of getting back into your PJ’s until you had to shower and get ready for the evening. You jumped around a bit, grunting as you tried to get the zip up.

“Need help?” He called out.

“I’ve got it!” You assured him and after a few moments you were smiling at your reflection with complete satisfaction before heading out of the large walk-in closet and into the bedroom.

“Oh, baby…” Harry exhaled and shook his head as his smile widened.

“What?” You giggled.

“How am I supposed to see you walking around like that all night and do nothing about it?” He chuckled and you smile widened.

“You’ll just have to be patient.” You said to him and he chuckled.

“I will try my best. My god, you’re perfect.” He hummed and you were literally buzzing with excitement.

“I’m gonna wear these long diamond drop earrings I picked up at a Francesca’s a few years back. Been trying to find a thing to wear them for and I finally can! Oh, I also got these black satin gloves that I think would make it look that much more fancy and that would look cute with a diamond bracelet I borrowed from Cece-”

“Cece has a diamond bracelet?” He asked you and you nodded.

“She has sugar daddies in powerful places!” You said matter-of-factly.

“The more I learn about her the more fascinating she becomes…like there’s gonna be a film about her life at some point.”

“Oh, for sure…” You chuckled and he smiled.

“Well I say yes, go for the whole look! Gotta commit to it, love.”

“Mmmm, you’re right. We’re gonna look so cute. We’ll have to have the photographers take nice pictures of us.”

“Definitely. Also, I know it would push us over budget a bit, but Corey talked me into the slow-mo 360 photo op thing so we’ll have that too.” He said.

“Nice, Corey…that’s gonna be great!” You grinned and he nodded.

  “Yeah, it was pretty sick. OK, now go change before we have to get you a new dress for tonight on account of me tearing it off of you.” He said and you cackled as you hurried back to the closet to get changed.

Though you knew he was being a little theatrical, there was a very real possibility that he would do just as he said; when he was in the mood he could be ravenous. You could be too, especially when it came to him. But he had proven this to you over and over again, even on that first time you hooked up with him. He had gone completely overboard, not that you didn’t benefit from it, but based on how things had been with you before it was a lot. And now you had built your stamina to better match his own.

It was around 2pm when you got in the shower. You and Harry were supposed to arrive at 4:30 so you had to hurry it up a bit. Even though you had begged him not to, he followed you into the shower and you had to pry him off of you to be able to get out. But when you were free you got to drying up, moisturizing, and getting your lingerie on. You wouldn’t be wearing a bra with your dress so you had on a deep red mesh thong, imprinted with black little hearts and the edges outlining the mesh were frilled. They were so cute and hyperfeminine. Best part was that you had a shade of red lipstick that matched the lingerie you were wearing as well. It wasn’t crazy lingerie but you loved the idea of having a horny little secret all night long. Maybe you’d tell him when you were riding up on the elevator. Tell him that you had a little treat for him at the end of the night… It would undoubtedly rile him up and keep him on edge.

*************

And rile him up you did. You actually had very punctual guests and so you actually got straight to greeting just minutes after you arrived. Of course, you were sat beside each other at dinner, but he was talking mostly to his colleague on his left and you to his colleague on your right. When dinner was cleared, everyone was asked to huddle around the screen at the Dj booth for a little slide show of the year in review all the while the event staff cleared the tables of the china quickly. Harry gave a small little speech about how grateful he was for everyone before letting them know that their night was their own from that point on.

There were the photo ops, a couple games, a few dessert tables, and of course dancing to a live big band ensemble. As you made your rounds you eventually ran into Cal and his date, Melissa, which seemingly was a bit older than you were, which was good for him. She was a very sweet woman from the short conversation you’d had and Cal seemed to be in a great mood with her around.

For a while, you and Harry kept getting swept away from each other, but that didn’t mean that your eyes weren’t constantly meeting, your gazes simmering with longing. Your eyes were hazy with lust, it was making your blood thump harder and faster through your veins. You were smoldering with desire for him, you’d been lusting after him all day and you were reaching a boiling point. You caught him raking his eyes down your plump-as-a-peach ass while his top row of teeth sunk into his plush bottom lip. You grinned and when your gazes met he signaled you to look right with his eyebrows and you saw that it was the exit of the salon. You bit your lip and nodded. You excused yourself from your conversation and hurried off to meet Harry by the door. 

When you finally caught up with him you tugged at the sleeve of his jacket and he glanced back and smiled and his hand found found yours and pulled you out to the corridor. The bathrooms were out there, so there were plenty of people hanging around out there, but he just beelined it to the elevators. He pulled you ahead of him and then hugged you to his body from behind. He slid one if his hands down to your lower tummy and pushed against it, inevitably pressing your body back against his until your bottom was flush with his front and you smirked when you felt the outline of his boner rubbing up against your butt.

“Gonna fuck you till you leave a huge creamy mess all over my cock.” He whispered before nipping at the shell of your ear.

“Fuck me…” you exhaled as your walls fluttered beautifully, making a tingle zap through your body.

“Alright hurry, push the ‘door close’ button.” He mumbled as he rushed you inside as the doors opened. 

In moments you were shooting down floors at a time until you came to a slow and smooth stop on his floor. As soon as he got to the floor he hurried around the reception desk there and dug in his front pocket to grab his key card and give you access past the heavy glass door behind the main reception desk. You guys rushed through other communal areas surrounding a few clusters of cubicles and other offices on your way back to his office, he was all the way at the back of the space so after you got through the lounge and the back offices, you finally made it to the administrative offices. And at the far end of that area was his office. He pushed the door open and held it for you as you hurried in, then he came up behind you grabbing you by the hips and guiding you behind his desk, kicking the chair away from it. You could just barely see anything so you bumped into the frame and he winced for you.

“You alright, baby?” He asked as he tapped against the base of his desk lamp and a very dim, warm glow lit up his office.

“Yeah, H.” You whispered and he hummed and looked you over once more before he kissed at your neck sloppily.

“Can I ride this up past your hips?” He asked of your dress.

“Nuh-uh, gotta take it all off.” you said and he hummed.

“S’that alright? Can I?”

“Yeah, baby…there’s not a bow over my boobs for no reason…” you smirked and he chuckled.

“Oh okay, I see…” he mused with a smile, “You really are a gift, baby. So exquisite.” He hummed and found your zipper before tugging it slowly down your back. When he saw the edge of your thong he smiled. “And look at this…Can I take a picture?” He asked.

“A picture? For what?” You chuckled.

“To have a wank over you when needed, of course! What else for, baby?” He asked rhetorically and you chuckled again.

“Yeah, get my dress off first.” You said and he even crouched down to help you step out of it. When Harry noticed your point toed black heels, he decided that they were staying on for this. He neatly draped your dress over the chair that had rolled a few feet away from you and then reached for his phone in his pocket.

“S’gonna be a .5 alright? Bend over and look back. Alright, hold it.” He said and then the flash went off. He then brought the phone down and opened the app and grinned. “Fuck, look at you…” he said showing you and you smiled. “These are too cute to come off.” he complimented as his finger tucked itself under the elastic band edge that narrowed and got lost between your plump, round cheeks. His finger traced down until he was down by your pussy. You were scorching between your legs and he brought four fingers together and petted at your pussy. The mesh there felt sticky and he moaned, “Fuck you’re sopping wet.” He chuckled as he set his phone down on the top of his desk and you nodded.

“Please get inside me. I need to feel you, baby.” You requested and he groaned.

“Alright baby, let me…let me get these off.” he said and just threw off his jacket and untucked his shirt before working the button and fly of his slacks. He rolled his briefs down with his pants before he grabbed his cock. He gave it a firm squeeze at the base and then at the head, groaning in relief at all that alleviated pressure.

You wiggled your ass at him, absolutely gagging to feel his girth spreading your tight, cushy walls apart in one go. He painted down your bum with his tip and then pushed you down onto the desk and you gasped as your breasts smushed into the cold surface. But you held your position and smiled as he spread your legs further with his own. His thick fingers gathered the center strap of your thong and moved it to the side, tugging hard enough that it exposed your pussy enough so that he could smear his cock against your folds and slick it up with your sticky arousal. 

“Fuck baby, please…” you begged.

“How do you want it.”

“However you feel like, just get in me.” You said and he wasted no time to nudge at your weepy little hole with the bulbous head of his cock. You were basically vibrating with anticipation to feel him sinking inside of you. You needed to feel it like you needed air to breathe. The last thing you expected was for him to just ram his cock into you, you gasped at the sudden and harsh intrusion and even let out a small whimper as he held himself deep inside you. Your walls spasmed around him, adjusting to his sudden and most welcomed intrusion.

“So fucking tight, fuck…” he grunted as he gently started to grind against you. His tip would brush against your cervix occasionally like this. You were slightly on your tiptoes and your legs were starting to tremble, but when you lowered your feet from that position to relieve the burning in your calf muscles his cock completely pushed against it and you shrieked and Harry chuckled. “Y’alright, baby?” He asked as he ground into you and you groaned softly, “It hurts?” He asked.

“J-just a little bit.” You got out as you sought out the pleasure despite the small discomfort.

“Yeah? Is my cock too big for you, baby…” he hummed as he stayed there, letting you get used to it, “Can’t handle it?” He asked and you whimpered at this feeling, he had never intentionally gone that deep it was so new for you. You loved it but it was a feeling to get used to for sure, especially with his size.

“I-I don’t know…” you confessed as you stayed perfectly still, letting him grind against you, prodding up against the deepest part of you rhythmically. You were breathing shallowly as you tried to get used to it because by no means were you about to ask him to stop, you needed it so bad.

“You sure you can’t? From what I’m seeing you’re handling it pretty well, baby. Fuck…just feel so good around me.” he groaned as he started going a bit faster and suddenly the sounds of your arousal intensified into loud squelching sounds every time his front collided with you. The filthy sounds had Harry’s ears ringing and he grinned, “S’starting to feel better?”

“Yes…yes fuck. Harder, baby. Please, fuck me harder.” You moaned and he did as you asked. He went at it with greater force and it had your eyes squeezing shut, you were dripping around his cock and he was absolutely obsessed with it. His fingers slithered down the front of your thong and started to toy with your clit. “Mmmm, that’s it.” You egged him on happily as his fingers swirled around your sensitive little bud. It was sending additional little shocks of pleasure down your legs. You started to moan when he picked up the pace and fucked into you harder and faster than before, his desk was shaking beneath you and you swore your legs were about to give. 

“Shit…” he grunted as he stilled deep inside of you once again. His eyes were squeezed shut and his jaw clenched. He was so fucking close and he didn’t want it to be over yet…but you should be getting back down to the party… “Can I turn you around, baby? Wanna see you when I come.” He said softly and you nodded and when he pulled out of you the emptiness made you feel so cold. Nevertheless, you pressed yourself up and he twirled you around and bent down a bit to lift you up onto the surface of the desk. He smiled as he got a look at you in the dim lighting. His eyes had adjusted enough that he could make out the slightly smudged mascara and eyeliner at the outer corner of your eyes and when he reached up to wipe it away you turned your head.

“No, don’t.” You said softly and he smiled.

“Not gonna make it worse, just wanna clean it up a bit so that-”

“I know, don’t want you to clean it up.” You responded quietly and he smiled.

“Want to go back up there looking all messy and fucked out, is that it?” He asked you and you smiled bashfully and nodded.

“Yeah, just a bit.” You hummed back and he smiled.

“Well in that case…” he grinned and grabbed your face and kissed you deeply. You were wearing a red lipstick so you had been very cautious all night to not stain yourself or anything around you, but suddenly Harry was sucking on your bottom lip, surely smearing you and himself with it and when he pulled back he grinned and just swiped his thumb carefully around  your lips and the corners of your mouth. Harry’s mouth was stained all over as well and you giggled as you reached up and did the same, but seeing as his skin was bare, the color had stained his skin directly and it left behind a slight deep pink stain. “Get me again.” He said softly and you looked into his eyes.

“You sure?” You asked and he nodded.

“But my neck. Leave a mark yeah?” He said lowly and you bit your lip pensively, “M’all yours my love, please.” He requested.

“OK, but while you finish fucking me.” You said and his smile widened and he nodded in agreement and ran his hands up your thighs to reach your thong.

“Lift up a bit.” He said quietly and you did so to allow him to slip it to the side and guide his erection back towards your entrance. You rocked your hips forward to help get him inside and you moaned in relief when he was lodged deep inside of you once again. He smiled down at you and brought one of his hands to your breast and squeezed it before brushing his thumb over your nipple as he started to rock into you. “Deep like before?” He asked and you nodded quickly and he grinned, “Liked that?” He asked quietly and you smiled timidly.

“Yeah, baby.” You agreed, “Want to be able to feel it for days.” You said and he moaned and delivered one sharp thrust into you. He watched your eyebrows crease together at the dull ache from his cock ramming into your cervix again.

“S’that good for you, baby?”

“Yeah, more please.” You hummed and he kept going like that. He wasn’t going fast, just hard and deep. It was making your tummy swarm with butterflies and your hands pulled him down so that you could latch your lips to his neck. You kissed and sucked at his skin, leaving behind a love bite as he plunged deep into you.

“Fuck baby, m’getting close. Get your clit for me, please. Want you to come with me.” He panted and you did as he asked and quickly got your fingers into your bottoms and started to rub in time with his thrusts. You started to squirm a bit as the pleasure started to extend beyond the pit of your stomach. Your legs were tightening around him as you whimpered his name. “Oh god…oh fuck, baby y-you’re gonna make me come!” He grunted as he started to lose his rhythm, “Look at me, Y/N. Right at me, baby.” He mumbled and you pulled away from his neck to lock eyes with his and his brows furrowed as he shook his head, “So fucking perfect.” He complimented you, “Gonna stuff you full.” 

You swallowed thickly and your jaw went slack as your body started to tremble with your impending orgasm. You gasped for air and fought to keep your eyes on his as your toes started to curl and the fire started to spread from your belly all throughout your body.

“I’m coming!” You gasped as you started to whither around his cock. The last thing you saw was Harry smiling before your eyes squeezed shut. And then he started to thrust into you so fast, chasing his own release. He kept colliding with your g-spot and it was making your withering orgasm turn into another one. You could hear him groaning and feel his warmth filling you up as he came inside you, but you started to rub your clit faster until your walls were pulsing around his cock again in another orgasm that had you moaning loudly without any regard for where you were or who could be around. You were just seeing white behind your closed eyelids as this one hit you even harder than the first.

“Shit…shit, baby! Oh fuck, baby!” He gasped in sensitivity but you locked your legs around him and held him in you as you relished in your second orgasm. Your ears were ringing and your entire body was shivering in ecstasy. You could hear him laughing a bit, fighting through the intense sensitivity of still being buried to the hilt inside of your hot and throbbing walls. You were both panting, trying to catch your breaths and come down from that. You just held each other in silence for a bit and you gently rubbed at his back as he hugged you close. “You really are the best gift I could’ve ever asked for, baby.” He said quietly and you smiled and craned your neck up to kiss his jaw. He let you go and you pulled back from each other and then reached for his jaw, ready to wipe off the faint kiss mark you’d left on him there and he pulled his neck back out of your reach and you grinned, “Gonna show it off too.” He said and you smiled.’

“OK, baby.” You said, clearly giddy with his decision to have him wearing your lipstick print on his skin.

“Are you having a nice time?”

“Oh yeah! Everyone is so nice. I’m having a really good time. We should get back down there actually, maybe do some of the games?”

“Yeah.” He hummed but made no effort to pull out of you just yet, “I love you so much. Too much.” He said softly as he ran his thumb over your cheek bone and you leaned into his touch.

“Too much?” You questioned through a giggle and he chuckled and nodded.

“Yeah, like sometimes s’too much for my body. Like, it feels like I can’t breathe.” He explained with a smile and you grabbed his face and pecked his lips quickly.

“So I take your breath away?” You whispered and his smile widened as he huffed out a laugh.

“Yeah, I guess you do, baby.” He hummed. “Do I take your breath away?” He asked and you grinned and shook your head. This made Harry pout and you smiled at him.

“It’s worse than that!” You said through your smile.

“Is it? Tell me then.” He hummed before quickly pecking the tip of your nose.

“You know how when the vampires can over hypnotize someone in What We Do In The Shadows?” You asked and he nodded, “And the person gets the “brain scramblies”?” You said and he chuckled, “That’s what you do to me. Makes my brain feel all fuzzy and staticky. Can only think about you and nothing else.” You finished and he was smiling wide.

“That’s cute, baby. But I think not breathing is worse. Therefore, I love you more.” He said and you smiled.

“Actually, you’re wrong. Your brain is what technically gives you life. It holds the information that makes you breathe on instinct. It’s your command center. Without it you wouldn’t be able to function at all! And somehow, you’re so entangled in mine that I know your mood just by the greeting you use when-” he interrupted you with his lips attaching themselves to yours in a deep and sensual kiss. Your heart fluttered and it felt like time stopped for a few seconds. After a few perfect and tense moments you pulled back and your eyes blinked open and your gazes locked, “-come home at night.” You finished and he smiled.

“I definitely love you more.” He said.

“Harry?”

“Yeah, baby?” He asked with a smile.

“Ummm, I’m ready.” You said and he looked at you with confusion for a second, “To take the next step with you.” You said and his brows furrowed as he took in what you said. “You’re the love of my life. I don’t want to live a single day without you by my side.” You said sincerely.

Harry couldn’t contain his joy and he just pulled you into his arms once again and you exhaled against him, so happy and relieved to have finally told Harry something that had been on your heart since a few days after your conversion about your future. You were so proud of yourself for just listening to your intuition when it came to this decision. After a few moments of just holding each other he pulled back and gently grabbed your face in his hands. His eyes bore into yours, looking into them so sincerely you could feel his emotions radiating off of him in waves  and he smiled wide and kissed you deeply until you both couldn’t breathe.

In this moment it felt like you were the only two people in the world; even with the gorgeous cityscape bustling with life behind you, it felt like the world was all yours. You hadn’t experienced happiness with another person like you did with him. You guys made each other better and that was the point, wasn’t it? To be with someone who helped you be your best. So when your parents inevitably asked over the holidays what your goals were with each other you two could tell them with certainty that you were going to start a life together soon. Every part of you felt alight and you couldn’t wait to get started in planning your future together. Your kiss ended and he sighed and gazed deeply into your eyes.

“Oh baby, I’m gonna do everything I can to make you so, so happy.” Harry said softly but with a conviction you felt transferring into you as well. You smiled at this and squeezed him just a bit tighter.

“You already do, baby.” You assured him happily.

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so i just rewatched IT chapter 2 for the first time in five years and. i have some Thoughts

there are A LOT more flashing lights in this movie than i remembered and i apparently do not deal with those as well as i did half a decade ago (as i'm writing this i have a headache and i kept having to shut my eyes during scenes because it hurt my eyes so bad)

the "let's take our shirts off and kiss!" line does not have any context??? i didn't forget that line but i was under the impression it must have had SOME sort of context. but nope? eddie will try so hard to pretend to be heterosexual and then he will see richie for an hour and start telling him to kiss him. like okay buddy

this shits so fucking cheesy. i know in my heart stan was being a bit of a sarcastic asshole when he wrote "be you be proud" there's no way he wrote that without the intention of taking the piss out of richie. like COME ON that is WAY TOO ON THE NOSE

EVIL that they keep showing richie mourning eddie and then immediately switching to a scene of bev and ben kissing. we get it gay people die alone and the hot straight people get to own a yacht or something (mostly kidding i love bev and ben but i do feel kind of weird about the gay stuff in this movie idk...)

the fact that eddie has canonically seen enough of richie's stand up routine to have an opinion on it (that he doesn't write it himself) is very important to me. bro probably like hatewatches his actual comedy shows but loves his interviews i believe this

we were ROBBED of the miniseries mike and bill biking around on silver montage and they replaced it with fucking. BILLVERLY. be for real.

everyone else getting their tokens: almost dies. richie getting his token: the clown said he knows i'm gay :(

richie being like "jeez we're not afraid of spiders" and then eddie immediately taking off his shower cap is SILLY <3

almost cried when eddie was like "i wonder what stan would be like all grown up" and richie was like "probably how he was as a kid. the best." LIKE BE REAL YOU ARE MAKING ME CRY

bev and ben trying to have a moment and richie and eddie yelling "I FUCKED YOUR MOM!" "NO YOU DIDNT!" "I FUCKED YOUR MOM" back and forth in the background is payback for all of their romantic scenes after eddie's death while i'm sitting here crying

mike drugging bill is very funny. i love their dynamic BILL: did you drug me???? MIKE: a little... maybe... BILL: it's okay <3

that reminds me. WHEN THEY SAID I LOVE YOU TO EACH OTHER???? <33333 also mike's MAN at the end is so real he gets me.

really sunk in while watching this movie that i, an adult, dress like thirteen year old richie tozier. that's evil.

#it chapter 2 #it stephen king #it 2019 #it 2017 #richie tozier #eddie kaspbrak #reddie #mike hanlon #bill denbrough #beverly marsh

[cupid-styles]

Is this too many? 🥺 -🐶

(Not for one blurb [that’d be impressive], I’d take any of these. But 11 and 18 had my eyes bugging out. 5, 24, 35, & 38 feel very ymls coded but idk—you’re the word wizard here)

5. “I can’t pull out when you wrap your legs around me like that.”

11. “You talk too much.  How about we use your mouth for something else?”

18. “I’m gonna stop if you don’t cum.”

23. “Don’t stop.  Even if I beg you to.”

24. “I never knew you liked being spanked.”

28. “I love that we both already finished and your legs are still shaking.”

29. “First one to cum loses.”

35. “Ooh, you’re not wearing any underwear.  Trying to tell me something?”

38. “Quit eyefucking me and get over here so you can actually fuck me!”

39. “What the fuck?  Do that again.  I liked it.”

42. “Ever heard of an Australian kiss?”  “No.  What’s that?”  “It’s like a French kiss, but down under.” (“We are down under, aren’t we?”)

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Harry is driving Y/N insane today.

It's not even really his fault. Clementine is being especially fussy and only calms down when he's holding her, which in turn, makes Y/N feel like a shitty mom, even if it's only barely been three months since she was born. Her breasts are sore from pumping milk, she's tired, and, if she's being completely honest, she's annoyed that despite the lack of sleep the both of them have been getting, Harry still manages to look so good.

When he's finally able to get Clementine down for a nap, he traipses to the living room to find Y/N sitting there alone, stewing in her own annoyance.

"There you are," he says, lifting a hand to run it through his messy hair. His sweatshirt rises up a bit, revealing an inkling of the laurels tattooed on his hips, and it only makes the pit of vexation grow deep in her chest. "Hungry? I was thinking of making a panini for lunch."

She shrugs.

"What's the matter?" he pushes, his bottom lip pouting out slightly. She wants to roll her eyes at him but resists the urge, attempting to soothe her irritation by telling herself that he's just trying to help.

"If you're not in the mood for a panini, I can always—"

"You talk too much," Y/N grumbles, glaring at him with fire in her eyes, "How about we use your mouth for something else?"

His eyes widen. "Is that why you're pissy today? You just need an orgasm?"

She's slightly surprised by his equally feisty response, but she doesn't blame him for it. He walks towards her, towering over her as he stands above her form, and takes her chin into his palm.

"You know you can always just ask." he murmurs, thumbing over her cheek. She narrows her eyes at him.

"Just do something." she mutters reluctantly, and it makes him smirk. Without a word, he removes his grasp from her face.

"All fours." he instructs. It sends a shiver down her spine but she obeys instantly, flipping onto her hands and knees. She feels the couch dip from behind her and she assumes it's from the weight of his body. Her suspicions are proven correct when he palms over the thick of her ass, though her bottom half is still covered by thin sleep shorts.

He doesn't warn her before he yanks them down to her knees, a mouthy chuckle leaving his lips at the sight of her bare bum.

"Ooh, you're not even wearing underwear. Trying to tell me something?"

She rolls her eyes at his teasing and pushes back against his hand, wordlessly begging him to do something. He snorts.

"Brat," he mumbles. It's not a moment longer before his palm smacks down against her ass cheek, making her gasp. He's never spanked her before — not because she doesn't like it, but because their sexual encounters have never gotten that rough. It leaves her skin stinging and her core throbbing.

"I never knew you liked getting spanked." he says all too casually. Despite not facing him, she can feel him analyzing her. Her eyes flutter shut when he runs a finger between her lips, collecting the wetness that's already pooling. "Guess I should've known, though. So desperate after being rude to me all day."

She huffs into the pillow and it makes him snicker.

This time, he issues a second slap to the crease just above her thigh. The force pushes her forward just slightly, her eyes rolling back from the sting of pain as she buries her nose into the throw pillow. It smells like him, and it makes a zap of electricity sizzle down her spine.

"'s good," she slurs, swallowing wetly, "Feels good."

Harry hums as he wraps an arm around her waist and pushes her up onto her knees. A delayed yelp sounds from her mouth as he pulls her into his lap, glancing down to find his hard length throbbing underneath his sweatpants. He haphazardly reaches beneath the soft fabric and pulls himself out, pumping once before smearing the pre-cum over her pussy. She shudders from the dirty act.

"Want you inside," she says, biting down on her bottom lip.

"Yeah?" he mocks, pushing the tip of his cock inside. Her head dips back and she whimpers. "Let's play a game. First one to cum loses. Got it?"

"O-okay—"

But when he slams into a second later, a shattered moan escaping her throat, she already knows there's no way she's winning this game.

#bestie asks #writing #🐶 anon #ymls concept

[leeofthevoid]

Cold-blooded Beings - Part 2

Farleigh Start x Reader

a/n: Hello all! Super huge thanks to those who helped me change my perspective and gave good criticisms on the last chapter. I hope you liked this one, took a bit longer to write but a bit more slow. Might re-edit later and think about the kissing scene. Not Beta Read.

Warnings: Mentions of Alcohol, Strong language, Sex, Nudity

Word Count: 1951

|| Part One, Part Three, Part Four

Alcohol and Money

You weren’t a stranger to the Cattons’ wild side. They were known to throw parties, banquets, and get-togethers that could turn very out of hand after a few rounds of their expensive alcohol being passed around to people as young as thirteen. This rave or club was not any crazier; sure, there were a handful of borderline public sex acts going around, and people here were under the age of twenty-five, but it really had nothing against the Cattons.

Felix wasn’t known to be a guy to keep his hands to himself. He took his chance to steal you away from the guy you were making out with to get you dancing, his hand roaming while his other hand held his beer bottle. You didn’t mind; he was always like this, always a tad bit too touchy, just like the rest of them, save for Sir James. He was always childlike and in his own world.

“Why’d you steal me from Mr. Hottie, Fee?” You asked or screamed at him over the music. He chuckled and scrunched his nose. “Can’t have you doing sinful things you might regret.” You laughed as you swayed your hips to the music, dancing with him. “A bit too late for that, Fee. Been doing some very sinful things since I last saw you Love.”

“Color me impressed. You better tell me all about those,” he said with a wink while pulling you closer to him, leading you to the bar where Farleigh was eating some random guy’s face out. It was a little more quiet and a little bit more organized than the dance floor, a good chance to have a breather and enjoy the atmosphere. Felix slid away to order a few drinks for you when Farleigh pushed his little gent away. He looked so disheveled, with swollen lips and lust-filled eyes. My, my. These boys really grew into their family antics. “A little more snogging; I thought you’d be eating him, Farleigh.” He scoffed playfully and pulled you to sit on his lap, wrapping his arms around your waist, and resting his head on the crook of your shoulder. “If you could call it one; he was so bad. Probably better than Oliver, but fuck, it was so bad.” You gave him a few head pats as you teased him about his weird knowledge of Oliver’s kissing techniques when Felix handed you your drink before walking away to probably look for Oliver. Oh god, Oliver… It was crazy how you caught a glimpse of him staring at you while you danced with Felix; he was just gone so fast when you wanted to call him over. Kind of creepy.

“How was your little date with the cockless duo?” Farleigh whispered in your ear, teasing and all. You situated yourself on his lap in a way that you’d be able to see what his face looked like. That mischievous glint and smirk on his stupid face were laughable but also seriously? He just had to remind you? “Got stood up by the Math know-it-all and the lifeless writer.” Bastard.

“Jesus, Farleigh, your mouth needs cleansing.” He found humor in your censorship. Honestly, though, why do you even defend those two? You'll never know. “Oh come on! That other guy looked like he would have fucked his mom if he had the chance.” Your face twisted into a horrified expression, mouth hung ajar from the atrocities he’s telling you. “Farleigh! Is there any way for you to not say such things?” You slapped his chest, grumbling underneath you as he laughed his heart out.

“You know… Not to be one with a savior complex, but I do have an offer that’s a little tempting.” He bit his lower lip, rubbing small circles on your exposed thighs, the feeling making you shiver. You tried to play it cool by drinking some of the mimosa Felix gave you while looking at him, challenging his confidence that barely wavered.

“Do you Cattons have a kink for being handsy with childhood friends?” Farleigh chuckled as his hands traveled further up your dress. “Maybe? Is that bad?” Of course, that didn’t stop his hand from playing with your thighs and squeezing them every once in a while.

“Maybe. So… about this offer to relieve my heartache from being stood up by Oliver and Michael?” You put your drink down to wrap your arms around his neck. His eyes dropped down to your lips, heart beating fast under your hand resting on his chest. “Well, I’m not one to pity people, but you seem to be a lucky one.” He seemed to wait for your first move, but his eyes betrayed him. He looked like he was ready to pounce at any given moment anyway, and you loved the tension. Slowly sliding your hands up and down his exposed chest, you closed the gap as painstakingly slowly as possible. He rolled his eyes and closed the gap himself, earning him a small gasp from you.

His lips were soft and warm. He was delicate yet vicious as he sucked on your lower lip, hands on your back and thigh. He tasted so… different and so good you just had to pull him closer, as close as humanly possible to appease your hunger for him. He tasted like cigarettes with a hint of mint and oranges. What the hell has he been consuming to taste this good? This is probably the alcohol; for sure the alcohol making you insane and loving every second of your kiss. He slowly slipped his tongue into your mouth, swiping down your lips then nibbling with his teeth. You sucked on his lips, earning a faint groan, tightening his hold on you.

You pushed him with a smirk on your face, slightly shaking your head while he tried to pull you back. “Free taste could only give so much.” You whispered in his ear as you stood up from his lap, leaving him confused and empty-handed. You danced more that night, had a few more drinks, and woke up in a stranger’s bed. It was normal. This life was normal for you, but what about the plaything Felix found?

After a few weeks of hanging out with Felix and Farleigh, you were embarrassingly worn out on the tutoring session Mr. Ware told you to facilitate while he was out of town. Oliver seemed a little more confident and laid back now that Felix influenced him so much, but you can’t help but notice the little cracks this shy little man still had. “And life, though always heartbreaking, finds a way to course through the minds and hearts of even the most loveless individuals…” You sent an assignment last week to Oliver and Farleigh, ‘Write about life as tragic as you can.’ Farleigh seemed at least prepared for this session, but he remained quiet, and comfortably sat cross-legged on the other chair parallel to yours as Oliver continued his monotone reading. “Okay, so Oliver you have improved, and I am proud!” You interrupted, “But I still think you fail to capture a little bit more of the emotions we need to fully express to the readers and listeners about what you want them to think about your work.” Oliver pursed his lips, brows furrowing deep in thought, “I just thought maybe I’d let the readers perceive it as they want. Let them have the freedom, unlike the prison life has given to them.” It was smart and very interesting, but the exercise was for them to be able to focus on the subject they wrote about. You heard Farleigh blow raspberries as he settled back in his chair. “You know, Ollie, what she meant to say was that it was boring, again. It lacked life and the lust for things surrounding the tragedy life brings us.” He clicked his tongue and looked at you.

You sighed at his observation and gave a slight wink your way. “She was right in saying you’ve improved, but you lost your objective. You think you’re so smart in deviating from what you’re supposed to do and what you’re supposed to be, that you became too complacent.” Oliver looked at Farleigh, confused and angry, standing up abruptly after a few moments, excusing himself from the room.

“Farleigh!” You looked at him pointedly and watched Oliver disappear into the hallway. “What? Was I wrong? He was still so intolerable you almost fell asleep.”

“It does not give you an excuse to bash him like that.”

“Like what?” He chuckled lowly. “Like he’s one of us? Like he can use you and Felix as safety nets?” You chose to ignore him and stood up to fix the files in Mr. Ware’s office without another word. “I see how you give him money when he hangs out with you. How he looks at you when we go and get drinks, while Felix whispers in your ear about whose turn it was. Y/N, fucking talk to me! What is up with you and that leeching cunt?”

You sharply turned around to find Farleigh behind you, looking down at you as he waited for answers. “He’s already struggling enough, Far. Felix and I just talk sometimes about how he reminds us of the little kids our housekeepers had over when my parents threw charity parties.” He looked at you with disbelief in his eyes, biting his cheek. “You’re such a fucking Martyr. You and Felix both.” He humorlessly laughed as he backed away, throwing the essay he made on the table. “Please excuse me, Saint Therese.” He turned and left the room, giving a slight sarcastic bow in the process. What the fuck is his problem? You were only being kind, just like what Mother and Father taught you. What’s so wrong about it?

That night, you talked to Felix about the whole thing. Farleigh is right and wrong. He was right and you both knew it. While you were talking, you couldn’t help but feel a wave of disinterest from Felix. Like talking about Oliver was making him bored and he would much rather talk about something else. “Hey, what’s wrong?” Felix looked up from his laptop and blew out some smoke. You too had a lit cigarette in between your lips, unable to save yourself from the temptations of its relief. “It’s just… Ollie is…”

“Getting boring?” A silence hung in the air. You were right and Felix just didn’t want to say it. “He just doesn’t feel as excited anymore, you know?” If there’s one thing you knew about Felix, it was that he had always been the type of kid who would love his toys so much at the start but discard them when they got tired of them. Right now, Oliver was the pitiful toy. “Hey, if you’re getting tired of him then it must be the same for me?” You looked at him from the other end of the bed you were lying on as he sat up and held onto your knees in a comforting way. “You? No way! No fucking way am I going to get tired of our lovely Monarch.” You rolled your eyes at the nickname and raised both your eyebrows. “Why are we so different then, hm?” The answer was obvious and it was the bloody truth. Oliver was the scholar kid, smarter than the rest, got into a good school, had enough allowance to buy cafeteria food, and was an outcast. He was not like you. He was not from your world, only dragged because of Felix and your kindness (Pity). Felix kissed your cheek after you got pulled into your thoughts and went back to talking about everything else, lightening up the mood.

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[queers-gambit]

Do As You're Told

prompt: ( requested ) Billy's less than impressed when his lady decides to disobey his warnings and cuts loose at a party. he might have to teach her a lesson about doing as you're told.

pairing: Billy Hargrove x female!reader

fandom masterlist: Stranger Things

word count: 4.1k [she's a shorty]

note: Billy’s a little OC in this cause I’m a sucker for the whole “dickhead to everyone except my boo” thing. so Billy’s in love with a strong woman but he might push her buttons a little extra at this party…

warnings: author's insecurity to write smut so...my bad for the ending... cursing, degrading name calling, underage drinking, teens being dumb, boys being dumb, um, suggestive language? as always, proceed with maturity!!

The music was so loud, it vibrated the ground walked or stumbled upon. The house was stuffed full of teenagers all looking to say 'fuck school' and 'hello summer', making it swelteringly hot and for refuge to be taken on the back patio where only a few stragglers were mingling.

Yeah, some nobody was trying to break Billy's keg stand record and started puking around second 13. Though not my usual crowd, it proved semi-entertaining as teenager after teenager drowned their worries and sorrows and increasingly made fools of themselves.

"There you are!" Chrissy giggled as she stumbled out of the backdoor, finding me there, fist clenched and perched under my temple as I leaned my elbow on the arm of the chair. "Wow, someone looks like she's having a great time, huh?"

I sighed when Chrissy crashed drunkenly into the seat beside me, a girlish giggle escaping her once again when my hands jutted out to make sure she actually landed in the chair.

"Think you've had enough to drink, babe," I chuckled lowly, eyeing her cautiously.

"Mh, I don't think you've had enough," she countered. "C'mon, what good is an end of the year party if you're not gonna drink?"

I rolled my eyes, "You obviously don't know my boyfriend."

A sort of shadow crossed Chrissy's face, her expression souring, "I don't need to know him to know he's a dickhead."

"Easy, girl," I warned half-heartedly; even though I knew he was, I didn't like hearing other people talk shit about him. They would never know Billy the way I did but right now, that was fine - if they thought he was a dick, I wasn't gonna bend over backwards to defend him. My eyes returned to the front of me, surveying the party crowd.

Billy had actually ditched me when a few of the 'basketball bros' dictated more of his attention. It wasn't the first time, either, and I get he was a star player and all, but seriously? C'mon!

"Seriously, what's up?" Chrissy asked, her voice softer than a moment ago. "You've been out here all night, looking like someone kicked your puppy."

"I'm honestly just tired," I shrugged. "Billy wanted to come tonight, I didn't. Just kinda wanted to hang at home tonight, Mr. Wilson's final really kicked my ass."

"So, why'd you show up tonight?"

"And what?" I scoffed. "Let all the bitches of Hawkins think my man's single so when he's shitfaced, they can make a move on him? Not likely," I shook my head.

"Well, how much fun can it be, sitting alone, outside, sober, while your man's in there," she pointed towards Tina's house, "having the time of his freaking life?"

I sighed, "It's not fun at all, Chris, but whatever. I'd rather be here than at home, wondering what the fuck he's doing."

"I knew it," she grinned. "So, does that mean you'll let me get you a shot or two?"

"No," I blanched with a shudder, "not since two weekends ago... I don't think I can even smell vodka without feeling sick."

"Well, lucky for you," Chrissy grinned, holding up a plastic water bottle, "I snagged us some tequila."

"Oh, really?" I smirked, pinning her with an amused look - knowing tequila was my weakness.

"Mhm, thought you could use some loosening up, so, I snuck it from Mom's liquor cabinet! C'mon," she pouted, "school's out for the summer - just let loose a little."

I sighed, "I don't know, Billy was pretty adamant I stay sober."

She scoffed, "Why? So, he can have all the fun?"

I shrugged, "I don't pretend to understand the way my boyfriend thinks."

"So?" Chrissy smiled, handing over the water bottle. "C'mon," she pouted when I paused to think.

"All right," I sighed, "screw it, right? Summer's here."

"Exactly," Chrissy beamed, watching as I poured a (healthy) shot into my mouth before swallowing. "You know, it's actually kinda intimidating how you just take that back with no chaser, no lime..."

I shrugged, "We don't drink for the taste, babe."

"Wanna dance?" She beamed.

"Uh, in a second," I nodded, taking a second shot and feeling the liquid warm my stomach before it extended into my veins. "Can we go to the kitchen so I can make a drink?" I held up the half-gone water bottle of tequila.

"Hell yeah," she squeaked with a grin, letting me pull her up with me and link our arms.

"Is Jason around?" I asked.

"Yeah, somewhere," she shrugged. "I wanted to hang with my bestie tonight."

I chuckled, leaning over to peck her cheek, "My rescuer."

"Your hero," she teased, giggling when she locked her hand in mine when we entered the stifling house.

Hordes of teenagers were huddled everywhere.

"Move," I snapped to a few people, unamused by their sloppiness due to my relative sobriety. Knowing I was the designated 'queen' of Hawkins, people parted ways to let Chrissy Cunningham and I pass through them. However, when a few girls didn't get the memo, I was glaring, "You thick in the head or something? Fuck outta my way."

They parted like Moses did the Red Sea.

"Ooooookay we're definitely getting you a drink," Chrissy shook her head, hands on my shoulders now to direct me into the kitchen. "You get kinda mean when you're irritated and sober. Real bitchy."

"I get annoyed when bitches don't listen," I shook my head, grabbing a solo cup and opening Tina's fridge. I scanned the contents before grabbing the orange juice and pouring half a cup, topping it off with tequila and giving a couple stirs before taking a sip.

"You're just mad at your boyfriend. Better?" Chrissy smiled.

"Much," I sighed, holding a finger to her to chug the rest of my drink. I ignored the way her eyes widened and her hands fiddled nervously, lowering my cup to refill it and nod at her. "All right, I'm good."

"Yeah? Feeling loose?"

"Sure," I shrugged with a softer smile; truly feeling my annoyance with everyone at the party dimming to a simmer.

"Loose enough to dance with me now?" She pouted dramatically.

"Yeah, let's hit it, babes," I chuckled, taking another mouthful before lacing our hands together and venturing towards the dance floor. Well, 'dance floor' was hard to call it since it was the darker part of Tina's house that was used for classmates to grind on each other.

Chrissy and I made for the middle, easily creating space around us as she giggled and took my hand before losing herself in the music. It required about half of my second cup before I felt like dancing too, and Chrissy was more than happy to cheer in encouragement.

It felt like the longer the minutes ticked on, the more I drank. It was easy to lose myself in a night of teenage debauchery, feeling Chrissy's hands on my hips as we swayed to the music. She giggled when I ground back on her, swinging my hips side to side, unaware of the eyes glaring daggers into our backs.

Chrissy tapped my shoulder and I turned, leaning in to hear her over the blaring music, "I'm gonna get another drink!"

I nodded, "Grab me one, please - I'm gonna hit the bathroom."

She nodded in agreement and we made a promise to meet up again before parting ways. I had left my empty solo cup on a random end table, stumbling over other feet to push my way towards the hallway.

Only, Tommy H. was standing there, talking to Patrick and Joshua. I rolled my eyes subtly, knowing all three of these boys pined uselessly after me since puberty did a real number on me in the eighth grade. I had a bit of a reputation, being the 'queen' made me a high priority dating target and I was adamant on not dating any of the shit-for-brains dumbasses that populated this town. And so I didn't date. I wasn't interested.

Until Billy fucking Hargrove zoomed into town with his Camaro, bad attitude, and ringlets of golden tresses.

Bastard, I thought to myself.

"OOohhh," Tommy called when he caught sight of me, "lookie here, boys! You lost or somethin', princess?"

"How can I be lost when I obviously have a destination in mind, Tommy?" I scoffed, rolling my eyes. "Why else would I ever come around you guys willingly, if not to get around you?"

"Oh, kitty has claws," Patrick leered with a knowing smirk.

I rolled my eyes, "You guys gonna stand in my way all night, or what?"

"At least she's still a bitch," Josh laughed at Tommy. "Some things don't change, do they?" he pinned me with a look. "I can see Billy winds you real tight, huh? You tellin' me that guys not hittin' it right?"

I scoffed before cooing teasingly, "Awe, someone's jealous they don't get no type of pussy. And jealous I rejected you time and again, hm?"

Tommy laughed, "I can see your man isn't fucking you right if you're still such a stuck up bitch."

"Oh, look, surprise surprise, someone's a little mad they've been fucking the same pussy since, what? 7th grade?" I laughed at his expression, pushing past them. "Settle down, boys, you're making a fool of yourselves."

What I didn't realize was Billy watching the entire exchange, downing the rest of his beer when I walked away. I suppose when I pushed past Tommy and Patrick, he mistook the hand I used to push Patrick's shoulder for a flirtatious move.

After I left the bathroom, I noticed the boys gone from the mouth of the hall and moved for the overcrowded living room again. But before I could step out into the sea of bobbing and weaving kids, someone grabbed my upper arm and yanked me to the side.

The force was enough for my feet to trip over each other, "Holy shit! Hey, jackass - " I trailed off, seeing Billy as I caught myself on his abdomen before straightening. "Billy? What the hell, baby? You wanted my attention, just say it for fuck's sake."

"Oh, if I want your attention, I just gotta ask?" Billy sneered, his eyes rimmed with a red haze alcohol produced. "Did Tommy ask you nicely? That why you were standing there, eye fucking him and his boys, hmm? Tryna disrespect me or some shit?"

A few eyes turned to look at us dude to Billy's volume, but I ignored them and scoffed with a glare to Billy, "You're fucking ridiculous - are you being serious right now?"

"You just say the word, doll, and I'll leave you to your new man, hmm? Or is it your new men? Gonna take 'em all home?"

I rolled my eyes, "You're ridiculous - "

"What's fucking ridiculous is my girlfriend standing feet away from me, flirting with anyone who pays her an ounce of attention."

"Are you - "

"Everyone warned me you were some prude," he sneered, "the way you rejected everyone until I came along, but I'm guessing you're actually just a whore, huh? Desperate for any kind of attention."

I didn't think, and the tequila in my system spurred my actions as my hand just pulled back and flattened across Billy's cheek. The crowd around us 'oooh-ed' in shock as I snarled, "You ever think about muttering those words to me again, it'll be the last time you speak to me. Fucking asshole."

Feeling overwhelmed and pretty humiliated, I turned on my heel and pushed past the gaggle of gawking teenagers and after ignoring the way Chrissy called my name in confusion, ripped open the front door to jog through it.

I practically flew down the driveway.

I felt a few tears swell in my eyes, desperate to get out from under everyone's judgmental eyes after providing them with the start of the summer season gossip. From behind me, Billy charged out of the front door and called my name over and over, but I was in no mood to deal with him. With a hand wiping at my cheeks, I turned down the driveway and started down the darkened road.

"Go away from me, Billy!" I snapped.

"Baby," he groaned, "just c'mere!"

"Fuck off!"

"Don't walk away from me! Let's just talk!"

"Go away, William! Just leave me alone!"

"Get over here! Now! C'mon! Don't be so fucking dramatic!"

"Dramatic!?" I repeated, turning to glare at him; hair fanning around me like the skirt of a dress before falling flat around my shoulders. "You're saying I'm dramatic for wanting to get the fuck away from you because you so effortlessly insulted me in front of everyone? Jesus Christ, Billy! Just do me a favor, and fuck off!"

Billy took a few powerful strides to meet me, his hand grabbing my wrist as I struggled. "I'm not gonna hurt you, baby," he rushed, my hands balled up and pounding into his chest, "hey, hey, it's okay, just let me explain, it's okay - "

"No, it's not!" I snapped. "You're such an asshole and I can't stand you when you're like this - you get the smallest emotion you don't know what to do with and just fly off the fucking handle! I'm not dealing with your bullshit anymore, Billy, let go!"

"Baby - "

"No, you wanna call me a whore?" I ripped my hands away from him to glare into the eyes I'll stare into for a lifetime, "Fine! Fine, fucking call me a whore, but then never speak to me again!"

Billy sighed, catching my elbows in his hands, "You been drinking?"

I scoffed, "That's your concern? Get the fuck off me."

Billy shook his head, "I can smell it on you, how much did you - "

"That's all you, jackass. You've been drinking all night with your cronies - "

"Hey," he snapped, tugging me into his chest tighter. "You're not thinking straight, darlin' - "

"I'm thinking perfectly fine, you're the one causing issues," I wrangled myself a step away.

"Just," he sighed, running his other hand through his hair, "get in the car, baby, please, and let me take you home."

"Wouldn't want you to be seen with a whore like me," I snarled, trying to wrangle myself free.

"Baby, I didn't mean it - "

"Oh, fuck off!" I couldn't help the crack in my voice when his hands dropped in earnest shock. I next to never cried, even when Billy and I were fighting after being programmed into the rock solid eldest child my parents ensured I turned out to be. "You can't say shit you don't mean and then try to double back! If you're gonna say something, say it with your fucking chest!"

Billy sighed, nodding, "Your'e right."

"W-What?"

"You're right," he sighed again. "I can't say shit and try to backtrack. I didn't mean it, princess, I just got jealous."

"Of what?" I sobbed. "I'm dating you! And since you're so concerned with rumors, why not pay attention to the rumor that I've never dated anyone in this town?"

"Wait," Billy paused. "Hang on, you're serious?"

I scoffed, turning to walk away, "You're so fucking stupid."

"Baby," he frowned, catching my arm again and instead of pulling me, he moved in front of me, "hang on, no, wait. Hang on. Look, you're right - "

"If you want to pay attention to shit, pay attention to how I don't want anyone in this fucking town. I never wanted shit to do with their stupidity and the way they treated me but then you came in." Billy's face softened a little as I couldn't stop the tears down my cheeks, "You came into town, and into my life, and you fucked everything up, okay? You ruined my life because it's only you for me. Fucking bitch."

"Sweetheart, listen," he sighed, "I was way out of line calling you a whore. I'm so sorry - "

"Don't be sorry, just do better," my lungs rattled a bit from the heavy emotion. "I don't understand life after you, you totally wrecked everyone for me, and I don't know how to honestly be without you. You've just - I don't know, you mean everything to me, and hearing you call me a whore in front of everyone just fucking cut too deep. You have to do better, please."

"I will," he swore, "I will, princess, I'm sorry. I just..." He sighed, running a hand through his hair again out of stress as his eyes looked to the side of my head, "I got insecure, okay?" His eyes dropped in shame.

"Insecure about what?"

"About you not wanting to be with me anymore," he muttered. "You've known Tommy, Josh, Patrick, Jason, all those guys your whole life. I just started to think you'll want them, instead of me, who..."

"Who, what, B?" I frowned, feet shifting to keep them from going numb.

"Who knew you, who knew your life, this town... Who could be here for you better than I can."

My brows furrowed, "If I wanted to date any of those dumbasses, I would have. But I didn't want them, I only ever wanted you. But I don't want you if you're going to insult me, belittle me, and degrade me for fuck's sake. I don't deserve that - "

"No, you're right," his hand rose to caress my cheek, the sounds of Tina's party thumping in the background as the lights from her house illuminated us. "You're right, baby, you don't deserve to be treated like that. I'm sorry, okay? I promised I'd treat you like the princess you are, and I'm sorry for not doing that."

I shook my head, looking away from his pleading blue eyes, "Doesn't do me much good now."

"I know," he nodded, "but I really am sorry, okay? I got insecure and for that I can't apologize enough, baby. Sometimes it feels like you can do better than me."

"Before tonight, nobody's ever treated me better," I whispered. "You take care of me and protect me, but I don't think you trust me."

"Of course I trust you," he rushed, head shaking in disbelief, "I just don't trust anyone else with you, I start to think their history with you will overshadow what we're trying to build."

"Billy, if you can't trust me to tell off a few drunken boys who are working on my last nerve, then you don't trust me."

He frowned, shaking his head, "That's not it - "

"Then, why are we together?"

"Because I love you, princess, you hear me? Okay? You make me a better person," he sighed. "But it worries me when you're drinking and... And you're away from me. I can't protect you - "

"I don't always need protection!" I snapped. "I'm capable of taking care of myself! And I can drink if I want to - "

"Baby, the way I don't trust none of these guys?" he stressed, eyes wide. "It triples when you're drinking because I just - I worry, okay? I'm afraid someone's going to take advantage of you!"

I shook my head, "B, the moment someone crosses any line, I'm coming to you. You protect me, you always have, so, if someone even opens their mouth and I can't handle it for whatever reason, I know for a fact you will. And maybe if you didn't ditch me, you wouldn't have to worry so much."

"You're right I shouldn't leave you like that, but of course you know I would help you - I promise," he swore.

"Then can you try a new approach?" I sniffled, wiping tears from my cheeks. "Like, seriously, baby, I can't handle this if you're going to treat me like you treat everyone else."

"No, baby," he sighed, tugging me in closer so I was cradled to his chest, "I'm so sorry, you're right. I'll just... I'll do better. Okay? I'll do better, and I'm so sorry for calling you a whore. You're not, you're the furthest from it - I just get scared and I lash out."

"Well, stop lashing out at me," I mumbled into his chest.

"I promise, I hear you," he shook his head. "You gonna let me drive you home?"

"How much have you had to drink?"

He chuckled, "Enough, but I sobered all the way up just now. Hate seeing you walk away from me."

I sighed, "I hate walking away from you but I hate when you lash out at me more."

"I'm working on it, baby," he whispered, leaning in to peck my forehead. "C'mon, we can get home and watch a movie, hmm? Like you wanted to earlier, right?" He smiled down at me.

My eyes rolled, "Maybe. My place or yours?"

"Yours, Neil told me don't bother comin' home if it's after 11," Billy shrugged, glancing at his watch before throwing his arm around my shoulders. He directed us towards his car while fishing his keys out of his pocket, "Your parents gonna be mad?"

"If they wake up, yes," I chuckled, hanging off his waist so I was huddled under his arm for warmth.

"We'll be real quiet," he muttered, unlocking the passenger door to open it, "but no promises you'll be able to keep that pretty little mouth shut when I'm making everything up to you tonight."

I smirked, the way his mood changes giving me something akin to whiplash but knowing he was just trying to move on from the tense moment earlier. "Maybe you could put something in my mouth to help me stay silent, hmm?"

Billy grinned, "I have a few ideas, yeah. C'mon, princess," he sighed, offering me his hand to hold so I could drop into my seat in his Camaro.

I waited as he jogged around the front of the car, and when he got in, Billy sighed and looked over at me while turning the key in the ignition. "You know," I trailed my hand over his thigh, "you might've been onto something."

"What d'you mean, baby?" He reached to turn the radio off, listening to my words clearly.

I smirked, "Maybe with you, I can be a bit of a whore."

Billy's jaw flexed, eyes flickering between my eyes and lips, "Yeah?"

"Mhm," I leaned over the center console. "But only with you. Right, baby?"

"Damn straight," he breathed, leaning in to press a sweltering hot kiss to my lips. I whined shrilly when his tongue almost instantly swept into my mouth and his teeth trapped my bottom lip, one of his hands snaking around to hold the back of my head in order to control the tempo of the kiss.

"Billy," I chuckled when he pulled away to press kisses across my cheek, around my jaw, and latch onto my ear lobe - causing an involuntary flinch of my shoulder and moan. "Fuck, Billy," I praised, letting my hand ghost over his denim-clad crotch, hearing him hiss in my ear.

He groaned as I wiggled my hand across his waistband; his hips rising just slightly to straighten out and allow me to rake my fingernails through his pubic hair.

"Keep playin', sweetheart," Billy muttered in my ear, "and I'll take you in the back seat right fuckin' now."

"Why move that far?" I smirked, pulling the hand that wasn't keeping me balanced up to his abdomen and drawing my nails over skin; forcing a small shiver.

"Hey, hey," he pulled back, hand fisting gently in my hair to tile my head back and still my hand, "I'm not kiddin', pretty girl, you're playin' a dangerous game."

"What if I want to?"

"Thought you were mad at me?"

"Doesn't mean I don't want to fuck you. And my parents are home, so, you can eat me out quietly later if you really want."

He chuckled, eyes flickering down to my lips as he bit his own, "With all them people in that house? Where any of them can walk by and see what a mess I make of you?"

"You're the one who called me a whore in front of them, maybe you can show 'em how you fuck me like one, too."

Billy sighed for a second, "Never livin' that down, am I?"

"Not yet, sweets," I let my hand move back to cup his crotch rather forcefully. He took a sharp inhale, eyes glaring back at me as I smirked, "Wanna fight about it some more or work it out other ways?"

"Get in the back seat right fucking now, and for the rest of the night, princess," his hand reached to latch around my neck and earn my gaze, "you're actually gonna do as you're told."

#billy hargrove #billy hargrove x reader #billy hargrove x you #billy hargrove x female reader #billy hargove imagine #billy hargrove fic #billy hargrove one shot #stranger things #stranger things x reader #requests open

[guardian-of-da-gay]

“The Legend of the Wailing Head Village” (as told by Knuckles)

Read on Ao3

tw for body horror and general fucked-up-ness

 Their camping trip had been going well so far.  Maddie had her doubts at first.  Two of her kids spent most of their lives as in-voluntary campers.  She hadn’t been sure they wouldn’t take to it as a recreational activity.  Apparently she didn’t need to worry, because, honestly?  Knuckles was like a pig in mud out here.  He'd actually seemed disappointed they had tents and wouldn’t be sleeping in self-dug burrows.  And while Sonic had obviously been very bored on their hike, campfire chilli dogs (more magical than regular chilli dogs!) and s’mores were right up his alley.

 That said, Knuckles was less than impressed with scary stories around the campfire.  “You mean they aren’t true?  How can they be scary if they aren’t true?”

 “Ugh,” Sonic rolled his eyes as he flicked off the flashlight he’d been holding under his chin during his rendition of the man with the hook hand.  “You’re no fun.”

 “Scary things are not fun.”

 “Agree to disagree, big guy.”

 “Maybe you can tell the next one?”  Tails piped up.  “Sonic’s been telling all the famous scary stories from here, but are there any scary echidna stories?”

 Knuckles frowned.  “There are… but they are not made up.”

 Sonic rolled his eyes again.  “Bet they’re not even that scary.”

 “They are!  I have one… it is truly horrific.” Knuckles glared.

 Sonic zipped over, handed Knuckles the flashlight, then zipped back to sit between her and Tom.  “Prove it, tough guy!”

 Knuckles glowered, but was always up for a challenge.  He stood up on the bench and carefully switched on the flashlight, holding it under his chin like Sonic had.  Maddie probably should have told him this wasn’t required for scary story telling, but it was kind of adorable and she didn’t want to interrupt.

 Knuckles cleared his voice and took a moment to gather his thoughts before he took a deep breath and began.  “There once was a… very scary witch.”

 Sonic burst into giggles.  “Oh, I can tell this is gonna be an excellent scary story already!”

 Knuckles scowled at him, but pressed on: “He called himself a doctor… But I very much doubt he has received a doctorate and he was not a healer by the standards of our people.”

 “Impersonating a doctor?  Nothing could be more frightening,” Sonic chimed in.

 Tom nudged him.  “Hey, be nice and listen.”

 “My people had an innate connection with chaos energy,” Knuckles boasted. “And we could use it to manipulate the chaos energy in plants.  But a single mistake can cause death or worse, thus only the high priestesses were allowed to manipulate chaos energy in an animal or person.  The witch broke this rule when he…”  Knuckles paused and something pinged Maddie’s Mom-Radar.  “He broke the rule.

 He… was obsessed with this one echidna legend… Which could be a scary story all on its own.  His ambition was to revive an ancient echidna demigod who dwells, scattered in the Chaos Force.  He thought one with power such as mine could be used as a vessel for this god.  He manipulated my great-uncle–”

 “Great-uncle?”  Sonic sat up.  “Wait, is this like… one of those ‘it happened to my uncle’ almost  true stories?”

 “This is a completely true story,” Knuckles scowled.  “It happened to my great-uncle and to my great-aunt and to me! For I am in this story as well.”

 “Well, that makes you questioning this guy’s doctorate status hilarious actually.”

 “This story is not hilarious,” Knuckles said very seriously.  “It is a sobering reminder of what happens when you manipulate chaos energies in living beings and meddle in forces you do not fully comprehend!”

 “Okay, let’s settle!”  Maddie cut in.  “Sonic: no more interruptions.  Knuckles: go ahead, honey.”  This story was already making her feel uneasy, but Knuckles wasn’t exactly a ‘sharer’ and she wanted to hear what he had to say.

 Knuckles’ scowl deepened and she thought for a minute that he might refuse to continue.  Apparently the urge to prove to Sonic that his story really was scary was too great.

 “He manipulated my great-uncle into helping him.  I was only just at walking age and it was easy for my great-uncle to lure me from my parents and bring me to the witch-doctor.”  The Mom-Radar was pinging again.  “Of course, I was too young to serve as a vessel for a god.  My tribe believed their plan was to infuse my great-uncle with my power so he might be the vessel.”

 “Why couldn’t this fake doctor use himself?  Oops!”  Sonic clapped a hand over his mouth and looked apologetically up at Maddie.

 Knuckles’ scowl deepened and it took a moment for him to continue:  “He… did try previously.  Using me.”  There it was.  Red flag located.  “He attempted to siphon power from me–”

 “Holy crap?!  Did it… hurt?”  Sonic asked.  Maddie touched his shoulder, either to quiet his interruptions or calm his concern, she wasn’t sure which.

 Knuckles glared at him before he spoke at length.  “It was agony.  Now shut up.”  He continued, oblivious or uncaring to how this admission affected the rest of them.

 “Chaos energy does strange things in those who are not meant to have it.  He gained a sort of chaos power but… it was wrong.  Certainly not something he could draw a god from.  It also left him physically and mentally altered.  Also he was banished.  Which is why he needed my great-uncle, Dimitri, to sneak me out of the village for his second attempt.”

 This story was already horrifying, but not for the reasons Knuckles seemed to think.

 “Of course, it all went wrong,” Knuckles continued, his gaze falling on the campfire.  “The chaos energy put in my great-uncle recoiled.  His body was destroyed until the only thing left was his head.  Unfortunately, it had been so infused with chaos energy that he survived his dismemberment.”

 Tails pressed against her.

 “My people were already searching for me,” Knuckles carried on. “They heard Dimitri’s screams and followed them.  The witch fled before they arrived, and when they did, they were so repulsed by what had become of my great-uncle, they immediately sought to end his suffering by driving an ax through his skull.”  She put her arm around Tails.

 “Unfortunately the head healed from this wound.  At this point, I was taken away.  I did not witness the rest of it, but I’m told they attempted numerous methods to end his life.  Even to the hardened warriors it was so horrific that eventually the chief and high priestess sent them away.  They built a fire and threw his head in the flames.”

 Their campfire flickered ominously.

 “When nothing was left but ash, they dug a hole to bury the remains.  But as the high priestess began to give final rights they realized the ashes were knitting themselves back together.”

 Sonic leaned against her just as Tails pressed even closer.

 “Unable to think of anything else, they waited until his head had reformed enough to speak and asked what he wanted them to do.  He first asked for me, thinking a little more of my power might restore him.”  Maddie’s breath caught.  “They refused.”  She breathed again.  “He next asked for his family.  He asked for their care.”

 Something in his voice changed, lightened, as he explained: “Sometimes in my tribe, a warrior would be injured, or a child might be born in such a way that they couldn’t quite care for themselves.  In these cases their family would care for them, with the rest of the tribe supporting.  This is what he asked for.

 “The chief returned to the village and asked my great-aunt and grandmother if they would take up his care.  My grandmother refused.  My parents would not have him anywhere near me and she agreed.  If he were in her home, then I would not be allowed there and this was unacceptable to her.  The task fell to my great-aunt and her family.

 “The chief took her out to where the high priestess guarded Dimitri's head.  My great-aunt wrapped him in a blanket and carried him home.  But when they reached the center of the village she collapsed to the ground.  Dimitri had siphoned the chaos energy from her, killing her.”

 Maddie gasped, and she wasn’t the only one.

 “He asked for me again.  He was certain my energy would be enough to restore him.  One of her children tried to pull my great-aunt’s body away and nearly collapsed doing so.  It took many attempts to retrieve her.  No one could get close to him without becoming weak.  He was drawing in chaos energy like a leech.  Still he cried out for me.”

 Maddie didn’t know when she and Tom had started holding hands until she started squeezing his.

 “The chief used a long branch to push Dimitri’s head into a dry well.  But the echo only made his screams stronger.  When the grass and shrubs around the old well began to shrivel up, the high priestess declared that it was not safe for us to remain anywhere near him.  The tribe packed up and the village emptied by midday.”

 Knuckles shrugged as though the rest of the story was natural, casual.  Routine.  “The warriors barred the entrances.  The priestesses placed seals on the barricades.  My father helped inscribe warnings on the walls, since he spoke the most languages.”  A touch of pride entered his voice at that.  “All the while, Dimitri screamed for them.

 “We moved to the far side of the island.”  Knuckles looked up.   “It was a terrible thing for my people, but they told the story of the Wailing Head Village to the tribe’s children so we would know why it was important not to meddle with the living chaos force… and also that if we should find a barricaded village on our travels, that we should stay far away, even if we hear a cry for help from within.”

 He turned the flashlight off and jumped down from the bench.  “The end.”

 Maddie suppressed a shiver.  There was a long, long silence, finally broken by Sonic:

 “Okay.  You win.  That was horrifying.”

 “It wasn’t really true though, right?  It’s just a made-up scary story, right?”  Tails was practically in Maddie’s lap; he was squeezed so close.

 “I told you it was true,” Knuckles said, somewhat affronted.

 “But you don’t really remember it, yourself right?” Sonic asked.  “Maybe your family made it up?  Or-or-or!”  He backtracked quickly at Knuckles’ outraged expression.  “OR!  They massaged the truth?  I mean it is a good story to convince you not to mess with chaos energy.  Something they probably would’ve had an interest in… what with having a superpowered toddler and all?”

 Knuckles shook his head.  “No.  I do not remember much, but I remember the tribe moving.  The chaos of it all.  And my parents would not let me leave their sides, which was unusual because I had always been allowed to wander in the village.  And I remember…” He tapped his head.  “It is permanently carved here… I remember my great-uncle’s face when he realized his body was gone.  How he screamed at me.”

 Tails shuddered and Knuckles noticed.  “Fear not, Tails.”

 Tails perked up, obviously hopeful that Knuckles would debunk his story.

 “Dimitri is only a head.  Even if he is still alive, he cannot climb out of the well.”

 “Oh,” Tails deflated.  “Okay.  That’s… not that reassuring.”

 “This means that he cannot drain your chaos energy.”

 “Okay…”

 “He is not under your bed or in your closet.”

 “O-kay!”  Maddie cut in.  “That was a great–” super fucked up“--scary story, Knuckles!  Maybe Tom can find his guitar and we can do some campfire songs!”  She looked to her husband in a mild panic.

 “I like that idea!”  Tom jumped up.  “Lemme get it from the truck…”  He started off, leaving the comforting ring of light around their campfire.

 “Y’know, Knux!” Sonic said in his ‘I’m trying to lighten the mood’ voice: “I’m with you.  I don’t think that witch guy had a valid medical license.”

 “No,” Knuckles said.  “I doubt that he does.”

 The present tense scared her more than anything else.

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[haet-sal]

Dangerous Liaisons //sangyeon, younghoon, sunwoo x reader

Your best friend and partner in crime has a job for you: destroy his step-family’s life, and from the inside out. What can you say? You just never could say no to Sunwoo.

Part One of Bad Person Behavior // Read Part Two Here

Tags: sunwoo x reader smut, daddy!sangyeon x reader smut (1 scene), cute virgin!Younghoon

Warnings: graphic UNPROTECTED S*X, aged up Sangyeon + age gap, bad person behavior, CHEATING, talks about cumming and sex, sex as manipulation

“They’re fucking hilarious, you won’t even believe what they said—Sangyeon said, raising Younghoon was the greatest pleasure of his life. Can you believe that?”

“Imagine if he loses all of his son’s respect,” you say. “All those good-dad points, gone.”

“Let’s make this a challenge: if you still haven’t fucked him after three tries, I’ll happily give up, admit he’s a good dad, and let him marry my mother. If you succeed though… you’d be the greatest seductress in the world, and I—I will be over the moon.”

You quirk an eyebrow up at him, but he already knows he’s got you—Sunwoo always gets you. “Deal.”

W.c.: 11.5k

There was little to hear but the slapping sounds of Sunwoo’s pelvis against your hips, and whenever you got a little too loud, he would grab and bunch up the hair on the back of your head, and push your face down into the mattress—in one of 8 bedrooms in a house with a giant lawn, where no one was around to hear, anyway. He just loved to hear your muffled screams, head buried under his pillows. It sounded tortured. He liked it.

Usually you’d talk. Even if dirty-talking got too old and cringey for you, you’d at least talk about something, a praise from him (“Yeah, that’s my pretty, dirty little slut”) or a request (“tell me you love my cock”/”harder!”) but there were no words spoken today, and there was nothing but his borderline erotic grunts, and your pornographic moans, which you stressed more because you wanted to impress him. “Yes, Sunwoo, yes, please!”

You don’t even know if there’s a smile gracing his features, or if it’s a dead, solemn-toned stare in his eyes. His thrusts are hard, though, an aggression you’ve only seen when he’s cursing at 13-year-olds ingame.

Sunwoo pulls out to finish on your back, after which he just lets go of your legs and plop you back down into the mattress like you were a lifeless doll. You wait for the urgent, fervent kiss on your face which you knew well, because that’s what he always does, but this time he’s not so in the mood. And he, panting, lies face up on the mattress, staring up at the ceiling. The bliss of those who actually get to finish—you didn’t, though.

“Sunwoo,” you called after he was done catching his breath and you had cleaned up in the bathroom adjacent, “can I sit on your face, please?”

There was a vindictive strength to his thrusts as he was fucking you, and now, watching him in his little world, you thought he looked… preoccupied. If only you didn’t know Kim Sunwoo so well. “Sunwoo,” you called, again: “please?” With one hand guiding his fingers to your cunt, you asked: “please touch me here?”

“Sangyeon. Fucking Sangyeon,” Sunwoo mumbled to himself.

You gave up, the need to get off suddenly gone, replaced by perplexity. You were a bit offended that his mind was on other issues when you were entirely devoted with an arched back on all fours so he could have a better time. All the things you do for him, and… “You’re thinking about that doctor when you’re fucking me!?” Lee Sangyeon—if that’s who Sunwoo’s talking about—was the new doctor at the university clinic, and was making himself quite a name for his looks. You don’t know why Sunwoo would even think of him when you’re trying to make love, though.

“My mom’s new boyfriend,” Sunwoo says with emphasis, “I just don’t like the looks of that guy. He popped the question, just like, 5 months after their blind date.”

“Popped the question, like asked her to be his girlfriend? After 5 months? I kind of like—”

“Asked her to marry him,” Sunwoo clarified.

You gasp, genuinely scandalized. “In 5 months. Without even knowing each other before.”

“That’s what I’m saying!” Sunwoo harmonized with you, “and you know my mom’s rich from the settlements, I bet the minute he saw our house, he decided he would propose. And she’s fucking rejoicing that I’m going to have ‘a father’, for ‘once in my life’, when I’m here seething thinking about that fucking swindler. I’m looking out for my mom.”

You looked up into Sunwoo’s giant brown eyes, sympathetic. Sunwoo generally didn’t say many good things about his parents, so you always assumed they weren’t close, but here he was… “Aww, Sunwoo,” you say.

“I have reason to think he’s scamming us, okay? He’s been married before—to another woman, with another son—Kim Younghoon—he studies acting at our uni—what kind of dick studies acting? They’re fucking hilarious, you won’t even believe what they said—Sangyeon said, raising Younghoon was the greatest pleasure of his life. Can you believe that?”

“Imagine if he loses all of his son’s respect,” you say. “All those good-dad points, gone.”

“Can’t you help me?” Sunwoo says in a whine, and you laugh it off.

“Me?! How would I do that?”

“If they move in, we can’t fuck as loud anymore. We won’t even be able to fuck in the livingroom, because Younghoon will be practising his stupid scripts.”

You turn to him with a smile, and you see his eyes are trailing down the valley of your breasts, no subtlety anywhere to them. “Well why didn't you say so? Now I’ll be rooting for your mom to not marry this ‘Mr. Lee’.”

“Rooting?” Sunwoo scoffed. “You can’t just offer support and not do anything, when this is a situation that obviously demands your expertise.”

“Mine?” you ask suddenly. “What do you mean? I don’t even know them.”

“Exactly. They don’t know you know me. Which is the reason you’re the perfect person to do this.” Sunwoo inches close to you, whispering into your ear: “You ruin Lee Sangyeon’s life for me, from the inside out. Ruin everything Sangyeon has—and then he leaves my mom, his son hates him, the wedding is off, and we…” He intertwined both his hands with yours, like children playing a game, although you guess that’s exactly what this was. “We can fuck as loud as we want, whenever we want, wherever we want.”

You scoff. “As if we couldn’t just rent a love hotel.”

“You know you love the water pressure in our master bath better.” When you still weren’t convinced, Sunwoo went another direction: “fine, let’s make this a challenge: if you still haven’t fucked him after three tries, I’ll happily give up, admit he’s a good stepdad, and let him marry my mother. If you succeed though… you’d be the greatest seductress in the world, and I—I will be over the moon.”

You quirk an eyebrow up at him, but he already knows he’s got you—Sunwoo always gets you. “Deal.”

He hoists you up from your waist, and lets you sit on his chest, where you’re locking eyes with him. “You can ride my face now.”

.

.

.

You knew you had little luck trying to seduce him in his own clinic in the daytime, but you thought you’d just first introduce yourself to the doctor, then worm your way into his life. Like a parasite—a parasite who knows everything about their host it’s got almost national-security level information gathering.

You wear your worst high-heels to school on this day, high heels that some distant aunt bought you for your birthday, two sizes bigger than yours, with heels that looked like a breakage liability. You have hated these heels since forever, so it’s not a bad feeling when you fall on your tracks, in the middle of your friend group.

You did fall for real, although on purpose, and it did hurt, but it didn’t hurt that much, or as much as you were screaming about it. Still, your friends crowded around you, one brave Lee Hyunjae scooping you up in his arms into the uni clinic. Perfect job, and you didn’t even need to walk.

You couldn’t seduce him if you weren’t alone, so you send the well-wisher friends off once you enter the clinic, feigning concern that they would be late for their classes.

“It’s fine! You have business law—you need to go to this lecture, remember?!” You patted Hyunjae’s shoulders as you marched him out of the glass doors. “Go, go, I’ll be fine! Call you later!”

Once Hyunjae was gone, you fix your clothes, and then your hair in the full-length mirror in front of the doctor’s office—pulling your skirt even higher up your waist so the skin of your thigh between the skirt and the knee-length socks showed, skin that usually distracts men. The uni clinic isn’t busy, it’s quiet. The receptionist at the front was at lunch, so you count your lucky stars as you walk in—if the doctor is in, you could spend a good amount of time alone together, him tending to your foot.

You knock the door just seconds before you open it without warning. “Doctor Lee, I think I sprained—” you stop in your tracks; there is someone sitting in a doctor’s coat on the desk, but he looks way too young to be a doctor, and also, you know what Sangyeon looks like. This guy looks nothing like him. “Um… you’re not—”

“Sprained ankle?!” The boy stands up to greet you, wordlessly guiding you to sit on the bed. “Don’t worry, I know just what the procedure is—the doctor is out, he’s about to get married and it’s just… busy stuff… lunch with his fiance…”

“Oh,” you say, disappointed, dressed up for nothing.

“But it’s fine!” The faux doctor in the coat says. “Dad says if you can still walk, it’s probably not that serious, so I couldn’t make it worse if I tried. I mean, I think I know enough about non-broken bones…” He pulled out a heat balm patch from the drawers. “You just stick one of these on, don’t you?”

“You’re Younghoon,” you say softly. Sunwoo didn’t mention his new stepbrother was a tall, past-six-feet, carved-by-the-love-goddess-handsome hottie. The kind of boy you would see on magazine covers when you were a kid, the type to stand out even in a sea of other hot people.

He looked up at you, confused. “Uh, how did you—”

Rushing to cover up your blurted mistake, you say quickly: “you’re famous. You’re in the screen-acting class, right? Everybody talks about how handsome you are.”

Although he tried to be bashful, the pride showed. What a loser, you thought to yourself. Easy to impress with a thought train that easily derailed. The perfect little fool.

Younghoon worked patiently at your foot, first taking the sock off tenderly, then pasting the patch on, and then—holy shit, he’s got a crush on you now doesn’t he? —massaging your leg. You don’t shy away, though, because it feels good. Attention from a guy that looks like him always feels good.

Younghoon makes you laugh with a small joke. He tries to pass himself off as a disaster masquerading as a doctor, but you know he only pretended to treat you because your injury was small, and also, he likes you. Any other patient, he would have redirected to the waiting room.

You hold eye contact with him for a longer time that it could be considered romantic. As he helps you put your sock back on, he sees your heel, broken from your staged fall, and digs out sliders from a closet in the office.

“We got these for free, with the hand sanitizers,” he says, “you can keep it—and also have a bottle, if you want.”

You mumble your thanks shyly, you thought he’d like that type of girl, the shy, agreeable, innocent type.

Younghoon actually helps you slip the sliders on. “There we go…” He looks up at you from his position on the floor, like Prince Charming helping Cinderella with the glass shoe.

“Can I take you out sometime?” Younghoon asked.

You’re surprised, although not so much—you were used to guys asking you out, it’s just… You didn’t think it would be Younghoon. “Um,” you say, “...where?”

“Ice cream? Or some cold noodles? You pick.”

Ah, so a small date. It’s funny, Younghoon is older than Sunwoo but asks you out like he’s a sixteen-year-old. Sunwoo takes you out on real dates, at real restaurants—with the reputation and platinum card of his mother getting him in everywhere, but Younghoon…

You actually did want a small meal like cold noodles. “Yeah,” you say. “Sounds great, actually.”

“Great! Call yourself from my phone!” He handed you his Samsung, and you typed your number in and called until the ringing sound resounded through the quiet clinic. Younghoon grinned.

“Great! I’ll text you, so text me back, okay?”

.

.

“What do you mean, you didn’t even see him?” Sunwoo demanded. “You didn’t even try?”

“Calm down, I’ll get him next time,” you say.

“New plan,” Sunwoo says, “what if you make Younghoon fall in love with you, but still seduce Sangyeon—then when Younghoon finds out his dad was bumping uglies with the girl he loves—he loses all respect for him, Sangyeon’s proudest moments turn to ash. Doesn’t that sound… optimal?”

“I don’t think I can,” you mumble sadly.

“Of course you can!” Sunwoo grows discomposed. “You’ve got the loser tripping over his two feet in love with you.”

“What if I’m not the type to fall in love with? What if all men want from me is sex?” It’s what you use me for, you think, looking at Sunwoo, but don’t say it. Sunwoo loved you—as a friend. There was no hint of love in the way he treated you, and you wanted something different: you wanted him to sacrifice the world for you, but sometimes it seemed Sunwoo couldn’t even sacrifice his free time to hang out.

But he scoffs. “You can’t possibly hope I’d make you feel better about that. Listen, let Younghoon prove this to you—you can totally make someone fall in love with you, starting with him.”

You crawl on his lap to kiss, but he shoots you down by pushing you back with one finger. “I don’t think so, focus on your powers of seduction.”

“But Sunwoo, I need you,” you whined, usually that gets you everywhere with him. You reach for the buckle of his belt, but he pries your hands off of him.

“You’re pent up,” he corrected you, “it’s good. Use that. No release until you fuck Doctor Lee.”

.

You decided this time, you’d get actual insight on how to seduce Sangyeon. You weren’t sold on the idea of using Younghoon to further ruin his life, but he was useful.

Younghoon orders himself a small side dish while paying for your more expensive one, no matter how much you insist you’d pay for yourself. “I was looking forward to this,” he says excitedly, which… if only you weren’t wearing that skirt when you first met him. Now he’s hooked.

To get him into talking about his family, you talk about yours first. And then you switch it to him: “and your parents? How were they when you said you wanted to study acting?”

“My mom died when I was a kid,” Younghoon says. “Well, I wasn’t that young, I remember her well—Sangyeon—Doctor Lee—has been the only dad I’ve ever known, we really had a good five or six years together, before my mom passed…”

Dead ex-wife. You mark that down mentally—so Sangyeon’s probably sentimental…

“But I was always acting in plays and helping at the theater since I was a kid,” Younghoon continued, “It’s always been my dream—Sangyeon already saw it coming, I didn’t shock him with the career choice or anything.”

“Hoon,” you call, “Speaking of the man, does your dad… golf or watch sports or something? What does he do?”

“He does… doctor stuff,” Younghoon answered. Great. Doctor stuff! How insightful. “And he watches the Korean national team when they play.” AMAZING INSIGHT, YOUNGHOON! You feel like ripping out your hair, and this innocent-girl persona you have to wear around Younghoon is killing you. You want Sunwoo to fuck you so bad, but he’s literally witholding sex from you, and you’re so pent up you could pounce on someone. But this is the first date with Younghoon and you can’t—ughhhhh.

You miss Sunwoo. He’s the only one that could ever make you feel good.

“Oh!” Younghoon perked up, like he just had an epiphany. “If you’re wondering about my dad, he goes to that one bar a lot, the night before off days.”

Your eyes light up. “Where?!” if you nail this, Sunwoo stops stressing about the wedding, and life can be like normal again…

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Attempt #1 (the real one)

This should be the bar.

Actually, there’s no doubt about it. It’s the classic middle-aged doctor bar. You’re surprised it isn’t teeming with Sangyeon-lookalikes, but it fits perfectly. The worst part of it was how classy it seemed, being here alone, dressed skimpily and sitting at the bar makes you look like you’re scoping men out.

As expected, all these ‘classy’ men just want a chance with you, doctors and lawyers and nepotism CEOs introducing themselves to you, one by one—which would be a good deal, if only you weren’t already in love with your best friend but also on a mission to seduce his step father. You ignore all proposals and drink offers until your target enters the bar, an exasperated sigh accompanying his entrance. “Cherry on the rocks. Thanks.”

You’re enough into drinking culture to know that’s too fun of an order for a normal doctor, but you let your hair curtain your face and just focus on your drink.

You’re wearing the pink little tweed skirt that renders Sunwoo thoughtless, and the dim yellow wall-lights of the bar are enough to light the whiteness of your top aglow. You keep nursing your drink, until it’s clear Sangyeon’s not here to make conversation.

You excuse yourself, sliding down the bill plus the tip on the wooden table top, and go to the rest rooms, where you slowly make your appearance seem disheveled, first wiping at your eye until the makeup is streaming, then your lipstick, then pulling at your clothes so it didn’t set right. Then, you go over to the doctor, and ask if you could just talk to him, voice shaking so you look unsettled.

“Did someone hurt you?” Sangyeon asks in concern when you’re in the parking lot. Now changing your demeanor, you just shake your head with a smile.

“I’m just trying to sober up,” you say. “Can you take me somewhere? Safe?”

“Someone scared you, didn’t they?” Sangyeon grows concerned, it’s your first time being so close to the doctor and every worried crease on his face and the crow’s feet on his eyes just suggests he’s simply a kind man. “If you want to sober up, let’s go get juice at the konbini—”

“Nooo,” you whine, insisting: “Somewhere quiet.” Your hand hooked at the first button on his shirt, trailing down the skin. “Your car.”

Sangyeon doesn’t seem to realize the subtext, as he agrees. His car is nice, obviously, he’s a doctor—he lets you in, and you crawl into the backseat, little skirt flying up—just when you sheepishly pretend to fix it, you realize Sangyeon’s eyes haven’t ever wrongly trailed down your legs or even up them once. It seemed as if you being drunk and impaired made him even more respectful towards you.

“You’re a student, aren’t you?” Sangyeon asks, “Do you want me to drive you to the dorms? Or do you live away from our housing?”

You sighed, like you’re tired from your aching head, but it’s really to stall time, trying to think of your next move. You weren't going to ask him to take you back to his—there’s really no basis to that, and you just met. Something told you Sangyeon isn’t the type to take advantage of drunk girls, so you bide your time, head lazily resting on the car seat. “Can I just stay here? Sober up in the car?”

“Alright,” Sangyeon says, lifting your two feet up so you fit in the backseat. He slams the door shut. “I’ll wait out here—I’ll put the heater on, okay?”

Is this guy a saint or something? you text Sunwoo under the seat, and rest your head back on the headrest; you were feigning tipsiness. Eventually Sangyeon does drive you back to your apartment, and you thank him endlessly. Stupid good man.

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There’s a giant box of chocolates laid on your desk for your first class. A note attached: had fun at our date❤text me! —YH

Sunwoo still won’t talk to you if it’s not about his recent obsession, so you take any ounce of attention from Younghoon as you can get. You don’t even know how often you’ve been hanging out until it’s 5 a.m. on a weekday and the two of you were still on the phone with each other, talking about all kinds of aspects of life, and also about video games and internet culture. Younghoon wasn’t just a nice distraction, he was also a good friend—although something told you he probably doesn’t want to be just that.

“This is our fifth date,” Younghoon said proudly one night in the street tteokbokki stall. “Seventh, if you count the zoom calls.”

Yeah, you’re fucked.

You see the father-son duo on campus after that, walking together through the grassy knoll during lunch break. You’re sitting with your friends as you looked at them pass by.

“Are you looking at Kim Younghoon?” Juyeon, from your friend group, asks.

You almost roll your eyes—you didn’t have an iota of interest in either man so you wouldn’t look at them if your life depended on it. You just needed to know that man you’re seducing—and apparently your efforts are deflecting.

“Just don’t forget us when he’s a hot-shot actor and you’re living in a mansion together.”

.

You can’t even begin to explain to Sunwoo that his future father is absolutely uninterested in you, even in skimpy attire. “I was wearing that skirt,” you told him, “the little pink one that makes you thoughtless.”

“Obviously he’s not me,” Sunwoo huffs, “you gotta think like a doctor’s wife.”

“Which your mom is going to be, so should I try out her closet?”

“Shut the fuck up.” Sunwoo flung a pillow at you. “Do I really have to count that as attempt #1? Really?”

“I was totally up for the taking, Sunwoo, and he didn’t bite!”

“Maybe he’s not into that college-girl-flirting-with-grown-ups look. Maybe try something more sophisticated.”

You’re already out the door to his room, going into his mom’s. You throw open the closet—Sunwoo’s mom lets you borrow her clothes from time to time, so it’s not uncommon. Sunwoo trails after you, not understanding. “What are you doing?”

“I’m meeting Younghoon,” you say. “Again. He asked me out again, and I just… I’m doing this so I can know our enemies better.”

“You’re meeting Younghoon?!” Sunwoo asked, shocked. “When?”

“In… fifteen minutes.”

Suddenly Sunwoo was pushing you against the wall, hurriedly peppering you with kisses.

“Sunwoo!—what are you doing?!”

“Gonna mark you up,” Sunwoo says breathily, but you just weren’t feeling seduced. “Gonna fill you with my cum that it’s dripping out of you when you see him.” He captures your unenthusiastic lips in his, and then the wet kiss trails down to your jawline. “Let’s do it on my mom’s bed.”

You push him away with both hands, and he just stares at you like a wounded puppy. “You said I had to use my pent-up frustrations, remember? Don’t break your own rules.”

.

You should have taken the chance, though, if only you weren’t too prideful and furtive about getting him back in his own game. When you arrive at Younghoon’s door, you’re horny, dying for just some friction between your legs, and seeing Younghoon’s eager puppy-faced smile made you want him so badly—he’s tall, with long fingers. You knew he could just tear you apart. “I’m so glad you’re here!” he says. “I picked a movie already—I hope you don’t mind—it’s supposed to be good!”

“It’s whatever,” you say passively, before realizing you were supposed to be seducing him, so you force yourself to smile. “It’ll be great, I’m sure I’d love any film you picked!” But he noticed your sulleness prior.

“Is something wrong?” he finally asked, about half an hour into the movie. You’re fidgety and distracted, and every time you cross your legs there’s this… insatiable desire, in the form of skin rubbing against more skin. “Did you not want to come here today?”

“No,” you say passively. Younghoon starts to ramble (is it because i picked a movie without telling you? I’m sorry, is it because you don’t like movies on dates? I’m sorry, is it because my apartment is weird? I was trying to get the cheapest—), you roll your eyes at every apology, pull him in by the collar. “Younghoon, it’s—this.” As Younghoon kept rambling with apologies, you lean over the couch and kiss him, right on the lips, leaving behind a perfect lipstick print when you pull away.

Younghoon chuckled, relieved. “Were you nervous about our first kiss?!” He plants new ones on your lips, over and over again. “That’s so cute! I wanted to kiss you so bad, too!” He plants small kisses on your cheeks, then travels down to your throat and collarbone, and you fix your blouse for him so he could get closer, more access. But when you move yourself to sit on his lap, he freezes, one hand still up your bra.

“Um.”

You raise an eyebrow at him. He’s semi-showing, you can tell, from the tent in his sweatpants, and you’re so ‘pent up’ as Sunwoo calls it, you’d do anything for Younghoon to be in you.

“What’s wrong?” you ask softly, still maintaining your sweet demeanor, but you’re asking so the problem could be solved and you could just fuck—fast.

“It’s just, I’m—I’ve never—” Younghoon was struggling with his words, as if he were bound in his tongue. You understand what he means in a few moments. “Really?” is what you ask, half in shock.

“I don’t want to disappoint you,” he says sadly.

“You don’t disappoint me.”

“Feels like I already did,” Younghoon huffs, putting his hands over his eyes to cover his face. “By having such a big reputation as an actor and yet being a virgin. You must be disappointed.”

You wish you were getting paid for this, because comforting a big man on still being a virgin was nowhere in your bucketlist, and, also, it’s almost too strange that you thought he had to be acting. But you felt fooled by the emotions in his eyes, although you correct yourself: he’s training to be an actor, of course he has expressive eyes.

You still feel like you’re being fooled, because why would someone like Younghoon be a virgin…? Still, if he’s playing a character, you’re playing a character too. “I am too,” you say, tone insistent that he stops shying away so much.

Younghoon’s eyes suddenly filled with a sudden surprise. “Oh, my God! Really?!” He makes sure there’s space between the two of you, and for extra measure, digs out a blanket and wraps you up in it, as if you had just told him of a deep trauma. “I’m so sorry, I should ask next time! I can’t believe I touched you like that, when—”

“Younghoon,” you say, “I’m just waiting on the right person… Do you think you’re the right person?”

Receiving every implication, Younghoon gulps down on a dry throat, eyes trailing down your clavicle. “Someday,” he says.

You pull him in so he could fall into you, softly, hands pinned on either side of you, but he’s on top and he doesn’t know what to do. “Younghoon, if we can’t do ‘it’ today, can you at least…” you guide his hand to your crotch, which he’s hesitant about. “Can we do this? With your mouth?”

“N–no, I…” He’s not making sense with words but the answer is no.

You fight the urge to roll your eyes. You know who would actually eat you out, no questions asked? Sunwoo. But Sunwoo’s too stressed to fuck you, and whose fault was that? This father and son.

Younghoon huffed, again, very cutely but you don’t care. “Let’s just kiss in my bed again,” he says, hand already snaking up your shirt. “I want you to be ready for it, okay? I want us both to be ready for it, but tonight isn’t the night.” You finally get the chance to roll your eyes when he kisses you with closed eyes, lips soft but obviously inexperienced.

You kiss him back, pushing him into the mattress and your tongue snaked out into his mouth, and he just welcomes it, but in an innocent way, like he was expecting it but not at the same time.

But whenever things get too hot, he would pull away, smile at you sheepishly, talk about something else, like an audition he’s trying out for or a script he’s reading. You fell asleep in his bed, in his arms, and somewhere beyond the realm of sleep you could feel him kissing your forehead, and then the bed losing the pressure on his side of the bed—he’d gone to sleep in the livingroom.

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Attempt #2

Forget that you have a weird relationship with his son. Forget that his future stepson was scheming for you to ruin his marriage. The real question is, where the fuck does Lee Sangyeon get off?

You’ve come into the clinic, you’ve passed by him, with the tiniest skirts that accidentally and inevitably lifted up enough to see your even prettier, tear-worthy panties, and you know everyone else stared, but not him. Maybe he really is in love. But there’s a tactic you haven’t tried before.

Attempt #2 is all about influencing him. As a psychology book you skimmed through but never read once said, people are interested in themselves, never in you.

You’re about to talk the pants off Doctor Sangyeon.

You feign an urgency about your sprained foot, and enter the office, almost into after-hours, and if he recognizes you as the girl from the bar, you’re just going to fake ignorance.

Sangyeon greets you, and asks you for your name and student identity, but as he checks up on your foot, gently, you ease him into conversation.

“You moved just under a year ago,” you said to the doctor, “why our uni?”

“My son was going to school here, and when I saw they were looking for a new clinic doctor—I like supporting Younghoon, being close to him. He’s my pride and joy—I'd support him, even if I had to give up my position at a big hospital.”

“Aww!” you gushed, “And what about your new house? Did you find a nice place?”

“I live in the terraces, on 4th street,” Sangyeon answered, “my son lives in his own apartment–he wouldn’t be caught dead with his dad!”

Alright, you’re getting somewhere, he’s making jokes, you’re alone, this is better than last time.

“So why did you decide to get married?” you finally asked. “I’m actually an acquaintance of Mrs. Kim’s son—he told me you proposed.”

“Well, I met her, and I felt—” When he turns back to you from the clipboard, you’ve discarded your jacket to the side of the bed, and the blouse you borrowed is tight, just the perfect shade of a nude pink that it brings out your skin tone… and your very apparent nipples.

Sangyeon stuttered, his eyes traveling down your neckline, staring at the flimsy white fabric—he could see everything, you knew that. Your little silver pendant dangled from your neck, but the charm disappeared under the little camisole. You know Sangyeon’s staring. You know he’s panting about where that little silver charm goes, the depths he’ll never comprehend unless he’s lifting up your filmsy little silk layer with his hands and saw everything for himself.

“Th—that’s just like my fiance’s,” Sangyeon finally says. “The… blouse…”

You had, indeed, ��borrowed’ it from Sunwoo’s mom. But he doesn’t need to know that. Slyly, you muster up a grin. “I guess I just am the type of woman you like, Dr. Lee…” Your arms would have snaked around his shoulders so he could kiss you, but you don’t know if he would kiss you back, so you don’t. You wait.

But Sangyeon pulls away and is back to smiling like nothing’s wrong. “Y/N, you’re a friend of my son, aren’t you?”

Flabbergasted, you stare up at him with a dropped jaw. What the hell?

“There hasn’t been a dinner these past weeks that Younghoon doesn’t talk about you—he mentioned your foot injury, I had an idea it was you—if anything, he understated your good looks.”

“Younghoon—” you start. You’re meant to be talking about your blouse to him. About what’s under it. You’re meant to be knee-deep in doctor dick right now, and he wants to talk about his son?

“I’m glad Younghoon likes you, Y/N, you’re a sweet girl.”

You have to tell Sunwoo the new attempt was a failure. As you walk home that evening, your phone pings with iMessage chats.

It’s Younghoon. You’re over it, Sunwoo is the one you wanted to talk to, but you open the chat, and it’s a photoset of him with a poodle. “I’m dog-sitting for Bori lol,” was the caption. He’s infuriating, how much he thinks he’s being cute or coy respecting your conversation. You text Sunwoo, but he doesn’t reply. You guess you’ll just have to wait for the next time he feels he needs you.

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“HE ASKED ME TO BE HIS BESTMAN!” Sunwoo yells into the phone. He’s angry, you’ve heard him like this before, and it’s always entertaining, especially when you’re not physically around him. “I asked him, ‘what about your son,’ and he said, ‘you’re both my sons now’—and that idiot Younghoon SMILED at me and AGREED. Fuck. FUCK! Fuck, Y/n, please. Please fucking nail that guy so I can get him out of our lives already, please. Tell me you’re close.”

“Aren’t you just resenting father figures because of your own failed relationship with your father?” you probed. “Maybe you just need to give Daddy Sangyeon a chance.”

“You took a semester in psych, we get it!”

“Ah, but my psych knowledge is what’s going to save you,” you tell Sunwoo. “You see, I’ve tried to seduce him—first with my body, second by playing to his interests, which is something I learnt in psych—people want to talk about their interests, not about yours—but the third try might work: playing his heartstrings. Make him vulnerable and then—” you made a sound with your tongue clicking the top of your mouth, and Sunwoo just sighs on the other end. “I mean, if Sangyeon actually doesn’t fuck me after this, you have to give up and admit he’s a good father.”

“I will,” Sunwoo says. “If he isn’t even half tempted by you, then he must be some kind of saint. I’ll let him marry my mother.” There was a pause. You knew he was hoping that day wouldn’t come. “But Y/N, you actually have to try super hard this time, or it doesn’t count.”

Sangyeon’s heart was basically an impenetrable fortress, and you almost came to the conclusion that maybe he didn’t like girls as young as his son—but you stop your train of thought there, no, Y/n, you can’t doubt yourself, there are no such men—every man in the world wants a hot young piece at his side. Every single one. You can’t just start questioning your life because Dr. Sangyeon rejected you twice.

If Sunwoo was preparing to call you the greatest seducer on this planet, you had to up the game.

Attempt #3. Sangyeon’s shift ends at 5:30. So if you catch him at 5:28… he’d have no choice but to stay overtime, have the nurses go home before him, and you’d have him all alone.

“Doctor Lee?” you asked, head peaking into the office. “Hi, I’m… supposed to have a check-up on my foot?”

“Y/N!” Sangyeon beamed at you. “Come in, this might be just your last visit—Hoonie mentioned you’re walking well again.”

Fucking Younghoon, you cursed to yourself. If he told Sangyeon he likes you, there’s no way Sangyeon will fuck you. But still, you needed to count on your flower power. You entered the room, smiling at him, and asked that he check on your sprained foot, sorry that you’re so late, you just came from the library and lost track of time.

As he checked your foot, you talked about private things, things that could make a grown man cry. “So you’re getting married—don’t you ever miss Younghoon’s mom?”

“Younghoon’s mom…” Sangyeon sighed as the memory seeped into his recollections. “She was beautiful—you’ve seen Younghoon, he gets her looks. I was one year into residency when I met her, and Younghoon was three—so tiny, could only say a few words. I had to work a lot to get him to remember me because I was too busy at the hospital.”

“You’re such a good father, the way you treat him like your own son,” you say. Sangyeon beamed, a bright, side smile. You almost roll your eyes; jesus, was this entire family just so full of praise-thirsty narcissists? “Tell me more about his mom.”

Sangyeon goes on a babble about the golden days with his late wife, the way they raised their little son together, how they became a family, how Younghoon slowly trusted him—all the while, touching you, not in the way you wanted, but soon.

Or so you thought. But the checkup is done and he still hasn’t done anything, not even when you play with the buttons of his shirt and seductively or wave your crossed legs up and down so he could see the color of your panties. This was hopeless… you thought your third attempt was soon over, until you’re walking out of the building with Sangyeon, and it’s pouring, giant fat droplets of rain falling and making rather violent sounds of impact against the roofs and windshields.

This is perfect. Even the weather is on your side. Trying to fool Sangyeon, you tell him you’ll walk to your apartment and immediately ran into the rain, backpack swinging behind you, knowing he will come run after you, no doubt to it.

Soon enough, you hear him call for you. “Y/n! Wait!”

You turn around innocently. “Doctor Lee…?”

“Get in my car,” he says. “You’re not walking, come on.”

Acting bashful, you slowly get in, apologizing that you were so wet. He didn’t seem to catch the subtext. You’re sitting in the backseat, frustratingly so close yet far away from him, and anyway he’s not trying anything–okay, new plan.

“Oh, shit,” you curse, loud enough that he hears you. “Fuck!”

“What is it?”

“I just—I think I dropped my house keys,” you say as you take the keys and bury them in a secret compartment of your bag, and then zip it shut. “Fuck… I’m sorry to bother you, Doctor Lee, but do you mind if I just go home with you? I think my roommate is out tonight—I’ll have to contact her some other way.”

Sangyeon agrees, and soon you’re driving through unfamiliar roads to get to Sangyeon’s flat, the Mugunghwa terraces. The rain doesn’t slow, but at least you’re under the garage, the sounds of the rain seemingly so far away now.

Bori greets you at the door, barking excitedly. You scoop the poodle up in your arms, while Sangyeon gets you a towel to dry yourself. He turns the big light on, perfect—your shirt is completely wet, and it’s a white blouse. You smile to yourself when he turns away, trying to distract himself.

“You should change,” Sangyeon starts, walking off to the bedroom to his closet, but you grab his hand, and not let go.

“Let’s have a drink! I’m in the mood for it.”

With a hesitant look, Sangyeon brings out the good scotch for you. Hospitality, and winning your bet—what a treat.

“Tell me,” you tell the older man, just when you know you had his full attention—to garner more of it, you flip the hair over your shoulder, exposing the valley of supple skin that lead up to your breasts, but he could only dare imagine, from the way your blouse snugly covered everything that would definitely send him over the edge. You’re both on your third glasses, and you can’t wait until he’s drunk in you. “Tell me about your life, Dr. Lee, I want to hear all about it. I know you were lonely, left alone to raise Younghoon like that.” He looked hesitant. “Younghoon was 9, when she passed away, wasn’t he?”

“It was…” Sangyeon unbuttons the top buttons of his shirt. “It was difficult. He wouldn’t cry in front of us, but I always heard him sobbing in his room, every single night for years. He’s a good kid, Y/N. He’s so supportive of my new marriage, too…”

You don’t know if he’s mentioning his marriage to remind himself of it, or if you were meant to know he’s spoken for. Well… doesn’t matter to you.

“That must have been terrible,” you tell Sangyeon.

“Well, it was—”

“I mean, no women, just the company of your son? For a full decade?” You can see his eyes trailing down your shorts, and you run your finger over the gleam of the light, right where he was staring. “You must have been so pent up. How did you do it—you must be so good at suppressing your desires.”

“It didn’t seem important—I was a father. I didn’t think women and sex were a priority.”

You guide his hands to hook around your pants, it’s his choice if he wants to pull them off you. Unlike Younghoon, he doesn’t pull away. “It must have been so hard. Are you happy now, with your fiance?” You kneel at his feet, kneading the inside of his thighs until they’re spread for you, and you pull the belt off its buckles slowly. When you throw it over your shoulder, it lands with a clink of the metal.

“Y/n,” Sangyeon breathes your name out. “What are you—”

“I’m not telling.” Fingers crossed. “It’s okay, Doctor Lee, you can just let me take you by the reins…” Your fingers popped the last of his buttons off one by one, until you’re looking at his white singlet underneath. “There, doesn’t it feel good?”

He looks conflicted, and you have a hunch he won’t do it—and if he won’t, then you still win, Sunwoo’s got a good step dad, so…

“We can’t,” Sangyeon says. “Y/n—”

“Younghoon’s a grown-up now, Doctor Lee,” you say softly, inching closer towards him on the couch. “You can choose to prioritize to not suppress yourself anymore.” You’re standing on your knees next to him, as you whisper your next words:

“You can choose me.”

You don’t even know what happened, because suddenly you’re on his lap, he’s kissing you, his hands are on your collar, and before you know to protest, he tears the blouse into two parts, buttons popping off with the sounds of the threads ripping filling the room.

He seems to have become numb to such sounds, as he’s continuing to kiss you, fervently like a mad man. You’re about to gloat that you won, Sunwoo’s right, the wedding isn’t happening—but Sangyeon bites down on your skin between kisses, and all that comes out of you is a loud moan, more dramatic than you’re used to showing with Sunwoo.

The pearl buttons of your blouse scattered on the floor as Sangyeon’s feverishly hot mouth feels every part of you, throat to collarbone to cleavage. His hand was inside your panties, while his other hand supported you from the small of your back.

You start grinding on his crotch, the way you know boys like. Sangyeon simply grunts at the friction, but he bucks his hips up, wordlessly begging for more.

Your lip gloss is all over his collar and face, and the glitter catches the light and shines—it’s all over his eyelids, from you kissing him. You admire your handy work, pulling away, and he stares back at you, before he carries you—legs wrapped around his torso, strong arms securing you close to his chest. You encircle the legs tighter around him, and he grunts, you must feel so small next to him right now.

Sangyeon lays you down in the bedroom, which was good enough, kept clean, a queen-sized bed. A doctor’s bedroom.

“Is this the marriage bed?” you ask. Has he fucked his fiance here?

“She’s never been here,” he answered. “We’re—we don’t want to disturb her son, and I didn’t have the heart to bring her back here.”

So they haven’t done it. No wonder Sangyeon’s so fucking easy, a few drinks down and now all over you. He just needed the right connection. You giggle, you’re in control now—ruined blouse discarded, you’re the only object of his attention, and you tilt your head to the side, feeling his eyes on you, throat to naval.

He’s speechless for a bit, which you find fucking hilarious.

Slowly, you let him crawl up your body, straddling you with his firm thighs on both sides of you—you run your hand up the flesh, no wonder people go crazy for that—then your eyes flicker back towards him, shaky pupils. He’s a little drunk, but he’s a grown up that drinks straight occasionally. If he cheats, it’s a decision.

And to Sunwoo’s pleasure. You realize what you’re doing is just let Sunwoo use your body, in another way—as Sangyeon’s mouth attaches to your bare chest, his arms wrapped around your waist, tonguing lapping at your nipple as if it could kiss back. Faking a moan, you buck your hips up towards him. You’re not so into him, but you’re dying to see what’s under those tailor-fitted outfits.

So you take your chance as soon as he’s lifted himself off you to gawk—first those legs, the sizable, delicious thighs, then his arms, as he hurriedly pulls his shirt off of him. Every part of that body was just beautiful, tan as if carved out of pure gold carats. You’re clenching around on nothing, as you say: “daddy…”

He likes that. As much as Sunwoo would have hated to call him that, Sangyeon likes it. He takes his dilf job very seriously. With a giggle, you kick off the last of your clothing and welcome him in.

So he’s into that, you think to yourself, when Sangyeon grabs both your legs from the feet and hang it over his shoulder, giving him more space and leverage, more grip—with a grunt, he supports himself on the headboard, but you don’t even have the capacity to worry about breaking the bed when he enters you.

Eyes rolled back to your head, all you feel is him, not even the bed moving, or any of the other sensations: just him, hard and deep in you, experienced, knowing, hot. You swear, you’re the one being played when he hits the right parts of you, except of course—Sangyeon doesn’t know you’re here to ruin his life for what it is.

“Tell daddy how much you want him,” he says, hips stuttering and then completely stopping, pulled out of you. A sadistic streak. “Tell me, come on…”

“Please,” you gasp, hands grasping at the sheets as if you had something chaining your body down, when really all this pressure you felt was from the libido. You gasp for air, realizing you had been holding your breath—usually Sunwoo chokes you for this stuff… The lack of air in you gets you sputtering and clenching around his cock, until you’re fucked out and mewling in his arms.

But Sangyeon isn’t Sunwoo. “Daddy,” you whined—he likes that, as you could see his gaze get hotter on you. You can’t wait to tell Sunwoo. “Daddy, I want your fat cock so fucking bad. I want your cock, please, daddy? Please give it to me?”

Sangyeons hands suddenly grip at the nape of your neck, just for leverage, but he looks concentrated, although his head is a little hazy from the liquor. His eyes flicker to yours and then back to your pussy, watching himself enter in real life like a porn POV.

“I love it, daddy!” you scream, this time upping the ante, just so he gets closer to his finish. You’re here for a bet, but it genuinely feels good. You feel his pelvis against your clit with every thrust, and anyway you don’t even need that stimulation, because his cock in you is already everything. You’re already quivering and spasming around him.

“Daddy’s gonna—ah, fuck,” Sangyeon stuttered out between breaths. “Inside.”

Mid-moan, you shake your head. You don’t even need to articulate it verbally for Sangyeon to know exactly how you want it, he simply gets out of you and shoots his cum onto your stomach. You hear a sigh and a gasp as he’s finally allowed to release, and you smile to yourself, feeling the bed dip at your feet. Mission successful.

Mr. Lee cleans you off well, the kind of aftercare you’ve never had from boys your age. It’s only midnight, but you feign tiredness, and Sangyeon’s actually tired from a whole work day, so he lets you sleep in his bed, wordlessly accepting your presence.

You lie awake after that, not because you didn’t feel right about what you did, but because you’re so fucking excited to tell Sunwoo you’ve done it.

Sangyeon sleeps easily, although if he only knew what you were doing with him, he would always sleep with one eye open. You stay until dawn rises, awake with excitement, wondering what Sunwoo must be doing—but still not texting him, you’re afraid Sangyeon will see the conversation on your screen. Bad people have terrible consciences. You do, however, have the guts to take a selfie with him asleep, when the sun had come up and through the curtains.

You leave at dawn, and right before you’re out the door, you swipe Sangyeon’s identity card and lanyard from the hanger beside the door. Now you’ll have proof.

You go to his front door camera, where some poor security guy must be watching for the whole housing unit. You flash a peace sign at the camera, and then do another pose, where you’re flaunting the hickies on your neck, and your blouse with the torn-out buttons, the ripped stocking on your thighs. All the while staring the camera down like you’re lipsyncing in a music video.

For your last pose, you bring out Sangyeon’s lanyard, which you had stolen right off his desk, shoving it straight at the camera. Then you decide to leave, but not before blowing the camera a kiss.

You order a taxi to Sunwoo’s, which he rented you—a premium taxi, more expensive than half your rent. All you needed to text Sunwoo was ‘breakthough. Xx.’

He just rings you in with a button when you get to his house, not bothering to come down the stairs. But you find him anyway, in his room, doing absolutely nothing with his back to the door. “So,” he says. “Breakthrough as in he’s swaying, or breakthrough as in there’s evidence you—” He just turned to you, and an almost-confused expression spread through his features.

“He did that?” he asked, pointing at your torn blouse.

You nodded eagerly, pulling out your phone from your bag. You swiped at the screen until the selfie you took in Sangyeon’s bed showed up, presenting it to Sunwoo. Sangyeon’s asleep in it, in the light of the early dawn.

“You can check his terrace security tapes, too,” you told him. “There’s gotta be photos of him bringing me home, and then me leaving like… this.” You gestured at the state of you, the torn leggings and the button-less blouse.

Sunwoo doubles over with laughter, and he turns to you with brand new eyes. “Send it to me,” he says. “All of it.”

Sunwoo wasted no time, throwing open his closet door and helping you change into one of his giant oversized dark hoodies. With the torn stockings, it almost looks like you’re runway-ready.

You get onto his bed, and you thought you saw him a little indignant as he joined you. You reached for him, trying to kiss him. “Now you show them to your mom, and they call off the wedding… and then it’s you and I, forever, Sunwoo. No pesky step brothers disturbing us…” You reached over and tried to kiss him, tongue swiping at his bottom lip before he pulled back.

“You mean he was inside of you?” Sunwoo scoffs, pushing you off of him, but just lightly and into the mattress—but his next words made you recoil in shame, before you even realized you should be angry. “I’m not touching anywhere those two were.”

You scoff in mock horror from lying down next to him, and felt the urgent need to imitate Cain from the bible. “You asked me to—” you start.

“I can’t even imagine touching you after them,” Sunwoo says, “it’s repulsive. Their hands were all over you.”

“But you said—” you stumbled on your words, the anger getting too much in the way. “You said after I do this, we could be together, in every way we wanted.”

“You know what I figured out these days, Y/N? That you’re just a nymphomaniac with a libido and whoever I asked you to fuck, with whatever reason, you’re going to fuck them. I did you a favor by picking out a father-son duo for you to obsess over.”

You glared at him. “I didn’t fuck your stepfather because I had a libido, dumbass, I fucked him because you asked me to.”

“Yeah? What are you going to say next, that you love me or something?”

You would never use those three words. And you couldn’t say it to Sunwoo, because… with him it’s genuine. You mean it when you say it to him. But now you think the time is right to say it. “I… I love you, Sunwoo. I think we’re broken, but we fit perfectly. I’ve been waiting for the day you can finally say you would die for me, because I already made up my mind about that. I would die for you.”

Sunwoo looked away from you. “I think you’re too broken for me.”

.

He didn’t need to kick you out—you would leave before it came to that. Always wanted the last laugh. Now with Sunwoo no longer a friend, you realize you had only one person to turn to. You didn’t dare go to him immediately though; you ignore every text, going MIA—until one day when you realize you need someone, something, just to pamper you and make you feel needed again.

Younghoon’s face spreads with a bright joy as soon as he sees your face, and he pronounces your name so happily like a prayer for good weather. But the bleakness in your eyes don’t allude him. “Are you… are you okay?”

“I need you.” Your hands snake around the back of his neck as you kick the door closed behind you, and Younghoon just takes your kiss sheepishly, not doing anything.

“Younghoon,” you say softly, “I think I’m ready—I was always ready, since I met you.” Devious until your last breath, but you weren’t about to admit to him that you’d been wearing a good-girl mask the whole time. If you told him straight up that his future-stepbrother had rejected you…

He looked at you, eyes suddenly so deep and searching, and, damn, his screen-acting classes are paying off, because all this raw emotion just bubbled in the warm depths of his eyes. “You’re sure?” he asked.

You nodded, taking the initiative to undress your own self, discarding your top on the floor. For a second he gawked at the top, as if it were more interesting than your nakedness. Then his eyes come back to yours. “Wow,” he breathes, and then he closes the gap between you two by wrapping his arms around you, an attempt to cover you up with his body.

You quickly get his shirt off, and then your own shorts. Kissing leads to lying down on his couch, but there’s no space there—you fall down onto the rug laid in front of the couch, and it’s just soft enough, you could work with this. Younghoon doesn’t even seem to mind you’re on the floor.

“It’ll be both our first times,” Younghoon says giddily, “I promise I won’t disappoint you, alright?”

You nodded, whatever to appease him and get him out of his pants. So he does, shyly rubbing himself in his boxers, but the mere sight of you has him hard, even without the dragged-out foreplay.

When he takes himself out of his boxers, you gawk. Sunwoo’s the only person you’ve been constantly fucking so far, at least with feeling—and with Younghoon that’s different. Plus, he actually liked and respected you. “Don’t worry, I’ll go slow,” he says.

But you didn’t need him to take the lead. Soon he’s lying on his back on the rug, and you’re the one on top, straddling him but also teasing. You still haven’t stripped completely, and Younghoon was the one with his body being toyed with. “Take off your panties,” he whined. “I wanna see you, I wanna be in you.”

You shot a look at him that makes him lose the brattiness immediately. “Does it hurt?” you say raspily, taking over for his own hand in touching him, and he nods breathlessly. “Want me to make it better?” His breath catches.

“You have to get me wet,” you request. “Do you know how?” Younghoon’s a little hesitant, but you wordlessly show him that you just need his fingers, and his two giant hands pull you towards him, legs spread and on either side of him.

“Here?” Younghoon says, voice barely a whisper. His middle finger touched the hot little button of your clit, and you throw your head back and grown, nodding. “Yes, yes.” He can feel your little clit rolling under him, but he doesn’t know how high the pleasure is—not until you’re touching him, too, and the pressure builds up in him.

You tease him slowly, knowing he’s a virgin and might finish before the fun even starts.

Impatient, Younghoon wastes no time in just getting you with the mere flicks of his fingers—although it was working, it was just too little action. He gets down on the rug, and spits at your cunny, then rubs it along your slit, it’s lewd and gets you even more wetter, the weight of your pleasure is coming: you’re wetter than ever, just enough to take him.

He doesn’t even need to ask you, he lays back down and drag you along the length of his legs, up to his crotch. “Wait,” he stops, “we might need—”

“It’s fine,” you say. You had other means of control installed already, ever since Sunwoo and you started fucking. Younghoon doesn’t protest anymore, except he makes a small sigh of relief as you slowly slide onto him. It’s almost just too soft-sounding for his first time, so you giggle a little. “It’s alright, Hoon, you can make any sounds you want.”

“I—” He slips into a loud moan, as you ease around him, feeling your walls from the inside. His moans turn into certain-pitched ‘oh’s as soon as you started to rock yourself on him, riding him. The fun was just beginning, you hadn’t even begun to ride him properly yet.

Like a fair ride gaining momentum, the roll of your hips started to become impossible to comprehend to him, never expecting the next height of pleasure—and yet you still take him there. Younghoon’s head lolls to the side, he’s dizzy, and it doesn’t matter if he has his eyes opened, or closed—he sees those blue-and-yellow lights spinning in his vision, like he’s really riding a rollercoaster.

Your hips collide with his pelvis as harshly and powerfully as they can, and then you collapse on him, arms holding you up as you press both hands down on his bare chest. Younghoon’s still seeing stars and carousel lights, but with the stutter and squirming of his hips, you know he’s almost there, just doesn’t know it.

“You can’t cum yet,” you tell him. “It’s too soon, I know you’re not used to it, but hold on, okay?”

He nods adamantly. Yes, yesyesyes—he doesn’t say anything, too concentrated on holding his pleasure. Eyes closed in complete concentration.

You grasp his face by the cheeks, asking that he looks at you in the eyes, and when he does you see his eyes are clouded over, it’s almost hilarious how much of a dumb little fucked out hentai look he has. “Speak, if you can hear me,” you tell him.

“Will you—” he pants as he says this, he can’t multitask, get out the words he wants to say while still not trying to cum. He takes a moment to squirm again, but can't escape you. “Will you be my girlfriend, Y/n?”

He resumes his thrusts again, and you almost lose all inhibition, it would be inane to not say yes, when he’s playing you this way. “Yes!” You screamed, hands gripping his shoulders. You arch your back and moan again.

“Yes what?!” Younghoon makes you scream this time, this had become an evenly-advantaged game. But his hands snake to the back of your head, bunching up the hair in a fist that it was almost reminiscent of Sunwoo’s fingers, filling you with an indignant longing.

“Yes, I’ll be your girlfriend!” you say in-between moans, and it could be heard out the open window. Younghoon stared up at you, satisfied.

“I told you I wouldn’t disappoint you.”

.

You rang the doorbell, standing on the welcome mat before Younghoon’s front door. You knew exactly everything about his apartment now: the extra key on the underside of the mat, where a little pouch was sewed in; the window that didn’t open unless you pushed it a certain way; the half-missing bedframe you had to be careful around. You knew Younghoon so horribly well, from his apartment to his feelings to his body. That you knew the most about, every constellation of moles and secret spots that made him shiver…

You’ve never been so in love before. Although you could say you’re using him as a rebound from Sunwoo, it’s different. You know Younghoon treats you well, better than… him.

It’s been almost 4 months since you last saw Sunwoo, anyway, and you’re thinking maybe he’s changed his mind about ruining his mom’s wedding—it hadn’t happened yet, although it was scheduled to be next month. You don’t know what you’re going to do when Younghoon wants you to be a plus-one at the wedding of the guy you fucked, but you could go on, you could pretend.

But when the door opens, it’s not Younghoon.

“Sunwoo,” you spoke. Then you hear it: three other people, one voice which you recognized to be Mrs. Kim, speaking. From the dining table. You back away slowly, staring in horror at Sunwoo, who only had the same playful glint in his eyes. You knew that look well: when there’s only 2 minutes left in his game and his team is one goal up; when he’s halfway through a race and the others are all only tailing him; when he takes off your panties. Smug, telling. He won. Like always.

“Well come in!” He grabs your hand before you could run away, pulling you into the apartment. “We’re all dying to meet Younghoon’s girlfriend.”

With wide-eyes, you enter the dining room, dragged behind Sunwoo, and your eyes immediately fall on Younghoon, screaming for help silently, but he just grins at you. “Hey! What are you doing here? Is it a surprise?”

Sunwoo smirked, leaning down to whisper in your ear: “you didn’t actually think the text to come here was from him, did you?”

“Sit down!” Younghoon says, patting the seat beside him. “Come here!” He quickly saw your eyes, which were like deers in the headlights, alarmed. “What’s wrong, baby?

“Hoon,” you begged, trying to pull him out of the room. “Hoon, please? I don’t want to. I don’t want to stay here, I think we should go.”

While Younghoon tried to calm you down, the smart TV in the living room suddenly lit up with the white light that said it was on. Connected to Sunwoo’s iPhone, came the robotic voice, and you almost scream. You grasp Younghoon’s arm, nails sinking in, but when you try to tell him to leave, no sound comes out.

A black-and-white security footage starts to play. “Oh, shit, did I air-drop that?!” Sunwoo laughed. “Well, I guess we just have to watch it—mom! Come here and look!”

You feel like you’re watching one of those found-footage horror movies as you watch your own self on the TV—Sunwoo got the front gate security tape, how the fuck?!—posing towards the camera, with a peace sign. Mrs. Kim comes out to see, and so does Younghoon, but you know Sangyeon’s watching from a distance, stopping in his tracks.

“Is that my dad’s apartment?” Younghoon asked. “When did you—” His expression turns into a horrified display of the widest you’ve seen his eyes, when you remove Sangyeon’s lanyard from the camera’s view, and they all see your torn up clothes and fucked-out hair.

The projection turns to the selfie you took, a shirtless Sangyeon and your plump, freshly-kissed lips. Your blood runs cold, as everybody starts to understand what this was.

You rush to the TV and push down the power button, but the multiple clicks make it overwhelmed in commands, and it won’t shut off. “Y/n!” Sunwoo called, “we haven’t gotten to the best part.”

Suddenly your voice echoed throughout the sound systems, as you spoke: “I love you, Sunwoo. I think we’re broken, but we fit perfectly. I’ve been waiting for the day you can finally say you would die for me, because I already made up my mind about that. I would d—”

You scream as you pull the plug out of the wall socket, and even with the TV a blank darkness now, you’re still screwed. You put your head in your hands, still screaming.

Younghoon’s the first to stand up, with closed fists, as he stared down nobody but his father. “I loved her,” he says with gritted teeth. “How. Could. You?”

But Sangyeon’s busy trying to calm down his fiance, who was frantic and trying to wring the engagement ring off of her fingers. “That girl’s the age of our sons!” she was saying. “What in the hell is wrong with you?!

Younghoon grabs Sangyeon’s collar to get his attention, and when the older man’s eyes snap to his, he spits out with hatred: “you’re not my fucking father anymore, do you hear me?” He releases the collar, basically shoving Sangyeon backwards.

You watch the commotion happen, the half-drunk family going ballistic. Meanwhile, Sunwoo poured himself more liquor.

“You’re probably wondering why I rejected you so harshly that day,” Sunwoo says, approaching you only. “It was to get that confession—that raw, unadulterated love confession. I know you love me, Y/n—but does Younghoon?” When all you do is stare up at him, Sunwoo delivers you another smile, and another glass of champagne. His mother’s screaming could be heard from the parking lot, 5 floors down, but he doesn’t care. After tonight, no more pesky wedding planning and step families… although he did somehow lose you in the process, but you’re you. You’ll always crawl back to him. It’s like throwing a boomerang, or shooting an arrow. He knows exactly where you’ll land.

“You know, I expected you to get all sentimental with me, but—you ran straight to that guy, really? Signed yourself off for a lie of a relationship? Oh, well, just hurts more for him–guess I should thank you, huh?” Sunwoo clinked his glass with yours, a sound drowned out by the loud crashing of the sauce bowl falling off the dining room table. “Oh! Who’s gonna pay for that? Certainly not me and my mom, we’re out of here.”

With a laugh, he takes the front door out of the apartment, purposely leaving the door open when he leaves so the entire flat could hear them better.

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"Oh my god! No you never!" Emily's laughter echoed around the empty house. " No Jax, I call bullshit!" She struggled to get the words out in between giggles. A red faced Jax was a sight for sure. He was never the type to get embarrassed, not easily anyway. But he could feel the warm glow on his cheeks as he told Emily the story of him falling victim to one of Opies pranks. "No seriously! I had to walk back from the lake Naked Em! Fucker stole my clothes while I was swimming with a girl. Wouldn't have been as bad but I had to walk through town in the middle of the day! My mom wasn't impressed." That spurred on another round of laughter from Emily as she imagined a naked Jax strolling down Main Street. They sat curled up on either end of Emily's plush sofa. Both comfy under the fluffy blankets she kept within arms reach. The TV played in the back ground, a movie neither of them had paid attention to. Instead they sat and actually talked. About any thing and everything, childhood memories, family and what they want from life. Jax's kutte hung on the hook by the front door, his phone in the pocket, giving Emily his full attention. And for the first time in a long time Jax felt disconnected from the stress and worry of the club. It felt weird to say but being there with Emily, it felt homely. Safe. "So you know all about my disastrous love life. It's only fair I learn about yours." Emily smiled at Jax over the top of her mug of tea as she took a sip. He shifted against the side of the sofa, always uncomfortable at the mention of Tara, but she was right it was only fair. "That was a mess, to say the least. First love, high school sweethearts. Felt like I had to be with her every minute of every day or id lose my mind. She just took over everything ya know? Couldn't see myself with anyone else. But her and club never mixed. She just couldn't understand my connection to it. My future has always been laid out for me, I'm gonna be at the head of that table, with alot of men's lives in my hands one day. My responsibility to keep them safe, to make the right decisions and get them back to their families. My mom always said it was flawed from day one. Said Tara wasn't strong enough. And looking back she was right, she pulled me away every opportunity she got. She had bigger dreams. Wanted to be a successful doctor with a cookie cutter house and a white picket fence. But I couldn't give her that. And so came the ultimatum. Her or club." Jax's eyes never left Emily as she listened to him talk. The way her face twisted he could see she wanted to say something. "Did you ever consider it? Leaving club for her I mean?" Jax smiled at her. "Of course I did. Packed a bag and everything. But then I quickly realised that I couldn't go. Look, ever since I was a kid all I wanted was a Harley and a Kutte. If I left with her I would be giving that up. Plus, what the fuck was I gonna do? I'm an okay mechanic who barely got his GED. How the fuck was I meant to provide for us, or even think of starting a family? I'm not Noah. I won't sit on my arse and let my girl bust hers to pay for everything." Emily nodded as Jax spoke. She couldn't help but think how nice it was. To sit here and just talk, be open. " Sorry for that last comment. But you must get what I mean? What kind of man would I be if I can't provide for my own." Emily smiled as she placed her now empty cup on the coffee table. "Don't worry. I know i was stupid when it came to Noah. I only have myself to blame for letting him do me dirty like that. I didn't want to see what was infront of my face. Like I said before, love blind." Emily quickly brushed the comment away, not wanting to reveal the truth. The truth was ugly and painful, and she didn't want to admit it to anyone, let alone Jax Teller. Noah had broken her, but she wouldnt admit it to anyone. She wouldnt give him the satisfaction of knowing he made her weak. Anyone asked she was fine, like always. Emily was a pro at masking how she really felt.

Jax sat looking at Emily. He could tell she wasnt as okay as she was trying to make out. Nobody could be in a relationship for that long, go through a betrayal like that and just be fine. Jax's phone rang, cutting through the comfortable silence. "You should probably get that." Emily smiled as she grabbed their cups and headed into the kitchen to give him some privacy. Jax's eyes widened in suprise. Most girls would go moody at their time being cut short, or atleast wanted to listen into the call. Being privy to club information is only an old lady perk. While he took the call from Chibs, Emily quickly tidied her kitchen packing a to go box of the meatball subs she had made them earlier, along with some victoria sponge cake. Making sure they were wrapped good she quickly popped them in a bag as Jax appeared in the kitchen. "Im sorry, i've got to go. Club shit." Emily smiled at him and handed him the bag of food. "Its okay. I get it dont worry. I packed you some left overs from earlier. If it turns out to be a late night atleast you'll have some decent food." For the second time that night Jax's eyes widened in suprise. Taking care of people clearly came natural to her. "I had a really nice time tonight Em." Jax smiled at her as she followed behind him to the front door. "Me too." She pulled him in to a hug before opening her door for him. "Look Jax, i dont know what club business your going to deal with. Its not my place to know. But just be careful." He smirked at her concern as he leaned against her door frame. "Always am Babe." Rolling her eyes, but unable to wipe the smile from her face at the blatant flirting from the blonde adonis, Emily watched as Jax rode away on his Harley.

Butterflies still flew around her stomach long after Jax had gone, but she did her best to ignore them. He flirted with everyone. From what she knew about this town he had slept his way through most of it after Tara and never settled down. She would just be another notch on his bedpost if she gave in to the temptation. Another woman silly enough to swoon over THE Jaxon Teller.

Or would she?

#jax teller x reader #sons of anarchy #jax teller #jax teller imagine #jax teller x oc #sons of anarchy imagine #sons of anarchy fanfiction

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Monsters Vs Aliens isn't that bad and people should give it more of a chance and Susan Murphy is one of the best female protagonists ever actually

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People seem to collectively hate Monsters Vs Aliens and idk why. My fam and I have always loved it and me and my dad used to always quote it all the time.

Now, is it better than Megamind? No way. Megamind is a masterpeice of cinema and is very much obviously the superior movie. But is Monsters Vs Aliens THAT horrible? I really don't think so.

I watched it again recently for old times sake and sentimental nostalgia and I really do think it's kind of underated. Is the animation style kind of ugly? First off, ugly and pretty are very subjective, second, yeah I can see why some might find the character design kinda ugly with their weird porportions and Susan's huge fucking eyes. But I really don't think it's THAT bad.

Also people seem to rag on the plot a fair amount as well but the plot and message are both actually pretty awesome if you ask me.

Susan is SUCH a good protagonist ok???

Gonna share my appreciation with ya'll for her.

I know there's probably people out there that view her as annoying and whinny but like??? Give her a fucking break! The girl literally starts off as the most basic average young adult white girl you've ever seen. Like fr she was probably on the more populer side at school, was definitly on the richer side when it comes to the middle class, seemed to live in a very cookie cut suburd neighborhood, and was going to marry one of the most painfully boring and typical white dudes ever. Like this girl was DEFINITELY one of those white girls you always see youtubers do impressions of n shit.

And by PURE CHANCE and coincidence, she gets hit by a meteor on her wedding day (Also can we talk about that hysterically anticlimactic "Oof!" she lets out when she got hit and her mom just brushing off her words when she says she got hit my a meteorite like "yep, everyone feels like that" as if her daughter wasn't fucking COVERED in dirt and ash) and it completely derails her very normal life.

Can we talk about Derek for a sec tho? Like what a fucking selfish jackass! The guy KNEW how excited Susan was about Paris and yet he only cares about himself and continuesly proves he doesn't give a shit about her enough to inconveiniance himself for her AT ALLLLL. Unlike Susan who was completely ready to forget about her Paris honeymoon for him. Like I bet you if Susan hadn't had this whole thing happen to her she'd have the most miserable loveless mariage with this dude and would be in denial of it for YEARS and keep trying to tell herself he cares but probably won't realize he doesn't until way way later. This guy was going to definitly waste a good chunk of her life and leave her feeling so so incredibly lost...

She's confused and scared(seriously her hair turned white in miliseconds becuase of how distressed she was) as everyone runs away screaming and she tries in vain to calm everyone down and things only get more disorienting as helicopters and fucking military men start attacking her and she doesn't understand what she's done wrong. And we also get some foreshadowing of how strong and how much potential she has with her newfound strength yet she doesn't know that yet. A few soldiers attempt to pull her down with ropes around her arm and at first she struggles against it but as SOON as she sees Derek is in danger she's like "Hey leave him alone! Don't hurt him!" and pulls herself free with incredible ease!

So then, Susan is very understandably freaking out and panicking when she wakes up in Area 51, yelling and screaming that she doesn't belong here as she's up until now most likely never experienced such and confusing and stressful situation. And honestly I feel SO SORRY for her that whole thing must've been so overwhelming and scary. We kind of get a timeskip after she sits in the corner of her cell but I bet you she was having a breakdown for the whole first week.

Small note, the government changed her name to Ginormica. Like bruh...

Then villain introduction yada yada skipping ahead a little bit.

Quick mention of the BANGER scene where the President plays Axel F for an alien robot. One of my fave scenes in the whole movie fr.

Also mentioning how Susan is SO SO determined to get out of monster prison.

So Susan and the other monsters are tasked with fighting an alien robot in exchange for their freedom. Susan is like "Oh yes! I'm gonna see my family again!" and I don't think the thought of fighting a robot has fully sunk in yet becuase she's way more focused on the prospect of seeing her lover again.

And THEN she sees this MOUNTAIN of a fucking robot that actually kind of scared me as a kid, and it finally sinks in. They want her to fight THAT. She was not expecting it to be so fucking big. Do these people actually expect her to fight this thing?? She starts freaking out again because like?? HOW??? How is she supposed to fight that thing?? She's never fought before!

Then big action scene, comedic moments with the trio, Susan runs away from the robot scared out of her fucking mind as this huge hulking metal monster aggressively persues her. And we get an actually really funny joke where she's clinging onto the edge of a roof, scared she's gonna fall only to fall like, two inches onto her feet when her grip slips and she's like "Oh. Right. Haha.".

Monster shenanigans again, She's on the bridge and continuing to get as far away from the robot as she can when she sees a car crash happen and reflexively stops in her tracks. She can clearly see the robot just a short distance away, but instead of continuing to run, she risks closing the gap of distance she's created for herself from the robot and chooses to instead help the people who might possibly be hurt and injured. She tries to warn them even as they run away becuase they are scared of her to get off the bridge before the robot gets to all of them.

Yeah, ok, maybe it's kinda ridiculous how fast the robot closes that distance between it and her but movie logic™ ok???

The robot has her cornered, it opens up a panel with a bunch of rotating teeth, intending to GRIND HER INTO A BLOODY PASTE like can we talk about how horrifying of a situation that is?? You're literal inches from a killer meatgrinder that's angling the bridge you're on so that you slide right into a waiting painful hole of death!

Insectisaurous, another big monster she was at first terrified of, shows up just in time. You see that look of incredible relief on Susan's face as he comes to her rescue, incopasitating the robot and pulling the bridge back to it's correct angle in order to help her get away.

Susan starts frantically asking why this robot is so hellbent on killing her specifically. It's not like she's been trying to attack it this whole time! Like why??? Robot seemingly crushes her in its robot hand but then, she pries its hand back open, the gang watching in awe.

In the struggle, the robot creates a huge hole in the bridge and a couple's car starts to fall into it but Susan stop it! "You're doing great!" "I'm doing EVERYTHING!!!" - ASFDJKLHFSDLAJKHSFDJKFASD

Susan, still thinking about the wellbeing of others, prioritizes getting all these people off the bridge and away from danger. When Bob clears the way somewhat, she yells at the people in their cars to go while still wresting with the robot hand to prevent it from harming any of them.

She's obviously tiring from holding his hand at bay for so so long and knows she can't keep it up forever and that's a scary thought to have cuz she's unsure how she's going to get away from this thing. But then she takes in her suroundings and a plan forms in her head.

Once again, Susan has never had to do this before. She's just winging this and is fighting for her god damn life! She speaks to herself to hype herself up for what she's about to attempt, hoping it will work.

Then BAM! With a determined burst of strength she jumps into action, pushing the robot hand wide open before grabbing the other and pulling the robot towards her, using its weight and topheaviness to make it lose balance and fall forwards. She grabs Link whose out cold btw rn, and carries him to safety, jumping out of the way JUST in time before the robot completely destroyes the bridge where she just was as it falls over.

A peice of the bridge comes down with it and severes its head from the rest of its body, effectively damaging it enough to power it off, permanently. Susan peers over the edge of the collapsed bridge, a smile of relief that the danger has passed and she's still alive spreading across her face. She actually did it!

Villain scene and monolouge, impending doom approaching, time skip,

Susan is excitedly talking to the others as they ride in the plane's cargohold about how "Wow! I can't believe I actually did that!" and she's so so proud of herself and you see Dr. Cockroach and Bob smiling back at her becuase from their POV she's probably glowing so so brightly and looks the happiest they've seen her ever. Her confidence is at skyrocket height right now! And yet, she can't help but long for her old life. She tells them how she's going to find a way to become normal again and that Derek will help her because he loves and cares about her and won't rest until they've fixed this(poor thing doesn't realize how much of a shitstain Derek is yet).

Bob (yeah he's the comic relief but i feel like people greatly underate how honest and genuine he can be like come onnnnnn(also yes I added him to my kinlist idgaf)) is like "Wait but you were just talking about how you're so strong now and how there's not a jar in this world you can't open" and yeah the whole line is played in a comedic light cuz Bob seems to only care about whatever food is in the jar she can't open but I feel like it's a little deeper than that.

After hearing about how great Derek seemingly is, the gang wants to meet him and Susan is like "Yeah sure I'll gladly introduce you guys!" and they all arrive at her home and she looks so happy to be back!!

Her family is kinda wary of the gang but she reassures them they're all chill and introduces them as her new friends, showcasing how far she's come relationshipwise with the three of them(since she was scared of them and found both Bob and Dr. Cockroach gross when they all first met. She legit tried to kill Dr. Cockroach when they first met like wow.)

Another example of Derek not caring, he doesn't show up to welcome her home from prison. Susan runs off to go get him so they can all celebrate together.

The monster gang tries to adjust to society and does their best to be friendly and nice but everyone is still super scared of them and it doesn't go very well...

Susan is SO SO HAPPY to see Derek again! She forgets how big she is and how strong she is in her excitement and Derek is kinda... understandably distressed when she picks him up, swings him around, almost suffocates him and almost crushes him. When Susan realizes this she immediatly apoligizes to him and puts him down.

Derek proceeds to show just how much of a fucking dickwad he is. When he asks her if he expects him to put his whole career on hold to help her, she's like "YES???" like bro this girl was ready to make the sacrifice of her PARIS HONEYMOON that she was VERY VISIBELY LOOKING FORWARD TO for your benifit!! Derek breaks Susan's heart and she's completely at a loss now. Everything feels like a lie. She leaves her home to go off to where she does not know.

Once again, yes, I KNOW it's kind of an impossible reach for the monster trio to show up right then. And ONCE AGAIN, I'm claiming movie logic™.

Bob once again being incredibly blunt and honest. Makes the whole gang face the fact that everyone hates them and doesn't want to be around them.

Heard somone bring up and praise the "We could save every city on the planet and they'd still treat us the way they've always treated us. Like monsters..." and honestly, fucking correct and valid.

They all have that quiet sad moment together.

Link tries to lighten the mood by asking how things went with Derek, the seemingly perfect and accepting loving guy Susan has sung the praises of for her entirety of her time with them in prison(seriously Link's whole response to her talking about him in that one scene way earlier implies she talked about Derek NONSTOP). He and the others do not yet know he's a prick as Susan had just discovered.

Susan finally accepts the fact that he's a selfish jerk as she tells the gang so.

"There was never and us! There was only Derek! Why did I have to get hit by a meteorite do realize that??" - Girl go OFF!!!!

She gets a good old rant out and in the process realizes that she doesn't have to feel lost. She's gonna be just fine without him because she's fucking amazing and has four new awesome friends now. She tells them just how awesome they all are and that none of them have to be accepted by society. They all have a character turning moment where Susan has learned she loves this new her and things are looking real up for the five of them! But then, of course, something has to go wrong.

Galaxar's ship shows up and abducts Susan. Insectosaurus tries to help her again but is hit by a ball of energy from the spaceship's cannon. He lets out the most heartwrenching shriek and we get an actually really sad scene as Susan is pulled into the ship and Link, knowing there's really nothing they can do for her in that moment, rushes over to his friend.

"Don't close those eyes. Don't you DARE close those eyes!" *Insectosaurus's eyes slide shut* "You can't..." - LIKE COME ON THAT WAS FUCKING SADDDDD AAAAAAAAAA

Susan has a confrontation with Galaxar, the villain of this movie. They have a very "You have gotten in my way for the last time" "I don't know who tf you are!" moment.

Susan has a moment of clarity where she's like "Wait, all of this is YOUR fault??" and she realizes that he's the reason her whole life was derailed and why she suffered all this trauma of her wedding day, being taken away from everything she's ever known with no hope of ever seeing her family again, and almost dying in a fight with a robot. He's why her fiance wants nothing to do with her(not defending Galaxar or anything for this cuz he did a lot of horrible shit but he really did her a solid by derailing her life cuz as i've stated before, Derek would have ruined her life in the long term if all this never happened to her).

Galaxar is all smug during this.

"You destroyed San Fransisco, you terrified millions of people, you killed my friend, just to get to me??" - My poor girl really out here still putting other people before her and caring more about them than herself...

Galaxar is so sure he's got the upperhand, so sure he's safe from her becuase of that forcefeild. But nah, Susan is fucking LIVID now and breaks through that forcefeild.

She proceeds to break through every barrier Galaxar puts between himself and her becuase she's learned just how imposing her power is now. She's chases after him through the ship like "I'M GOING TO FUCKING KICK YOUR ASS!!!" and Galaxar is actually genuinly scared of her as he's fleeing.

LIKE YES QUEEN!!!! GET HIS ASS!!! KILL THE BLUE FUCK!!!!

And because we still got a fair amount of run time to go, and because we still need our protagonist to struggle a bit, Galaxar manages to trap Susan in the extraction chamber just as she's about to get him. She's still glaring absolute daggers at him through the glass though. He looks back at her, smug expression returning. She then slams her hands into the glass and it STARTS TO CRACK!!! Galaxar is getting scared again and jumps back but he also commands the computer to begin the extraction process.

Susan is determined to break out and get to the person responsible for everything that has happened to her in the past month, but as the Quantonium is removed from her body, her pounds on the glass get weaker and weaker and soon she's no longer cracking the glass. Her now much smaller hand weakly presses against the glass one last time before the chamber retracts and she's left lying there back at her original size.

And even after all that, and even though Galaxar now towers over in instead of the other way around, she still meets his gaze with her own determined glare.

Side note, I know it's supposed to be a joke and all but im really curious about why exactly Galaxar came to the conclusion of destorying his whole fucking planet.

Also,

"There were innocent people on my home planet before it was destroyed!"

"Well I'm sorry your planet was destroyed..." "Oh don't be. I was the one who destoryed it" - Idk this whole exchange is just really clever to me. Like talk about speedrunning the whole trying to sympathsize with the villain and then discovering they really are just a bad person trope LMAO.

Another big skip,

Link is still mourning Insectosaurus, and both Bob and Dr. Cockroach are unsure what to do. Link takes the intiative right then and there.

"We're not gonna let Insecto die in vain. We're gonna get up there, find Susan, and we're gonna take that alien down!" - HELL YEAH BRO!!!

Skip skip, they get onto the ship, they find Susan(Galaxar was going to throw her into the incenerator. As a pyrophobe, WHAT a horrible way to go out wow), Bob fucking murders somone,

"I can't believe you guys actually came for me ;-;" "Us monsters gotta stick together" - Like holy shit that's so adorable.

Poor Susan isn't sure if she can even call herself one of them anymore becuase she's small again :( (Only thing different is that her hair is still white)

Dr. Cockroach assures her she's still awesome.

Skip again,

Big epic fight scene. Link actually gets to do shit this time and isn't unconscious.

They set the ship to self destruct and the doors to the chamber begin to shut. The gang rushes to reach the doors before they close all the way. They manage to get Susan through the doors right before they shut but the trio isn't so lucky.

The trio urges Susan to leave without them but she doesn't want to.

"You can finally get your old life back..."

"But I don't want me old life back!" - SHE DOESN'T WANNA ABANDON HER FOUND FAM FR!!! She finds a way up to the control chamber where Galaxar is priming the escape pod and intending to leave with the Quantonium.

"Are you crazy?? You could've killed me!" "Then we understand eachother." - fuckin baller line.

Susan demands for him to open up the doors and release her friends but he's like "lmao make me" and then when he goes to climb into the escape pod, she stops him and they have a scuffle that ends with her holding him at gun point like "You better fuckin do it right fucking now buddy!"

"Even if I wanted to I couldn't! That's what happens when you set the ship to selfdestruct!! Now we're all going to die! And there's nothing you can do about it! Sooooooooosan." <- says her name in a very mocking tone.

And Susan is like "Actually I can do something about it" "And the name is Ginormica" *points the gun up and shoots it at the thing holding the Quantonium so it falls on her* - FUCKING BAD ASS!!!!

So Susan is big again, she saves her friends just in time, She jumps off the small platform they were huddled on just as a peice of the ship comes down on top of it, smashing through the floor of the ship. The four of them grab onto eachother and dangle thousands of feet above the ground, Susan clinging on for dear life to the bottom of the ship.

She loses her grip and they all start to fall but they're caught by somone.

Turns out Insectosaurus isn't dead!! He's a butterfly now!!!!!

They all fly away to safety just as the ship's automated computer voice counts down.

Galaxar is frantically pushing buttons on the control panel since the escape pod doesn't work without the Quantonium. He covers his ears and squeezes his eyes shut as the countdown ends.

"Three, two, one."

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*distant bird call*

"Hmm, nothing happened, maybe my count wa-" *ship explodes* - This part had me DYINGGGG the first time I saw this movie.

Butterflyosaurus lands before a crowd of cheering people.

Susan's parents are all proud of her.

"Oh Susan, ever since you were a maybe, your dad and I knew that you'd... you know, save the planet from an invasion from outterspace" - Can we talk about how fucking weird this must've been for them??? Like yeah it was scary for Susan, but imagine how her parents must be feeling; like their only child started growing into a giant at her wedding and then she was taken away from them to some place unknown and they didn't hear anything from her after that(bet you the government deleted her birth info and denied she ever existed and was straight up gaslighting them into believing they never had a daughter.) until suddenly their duaghter is on the news becuase she fought a giant alien robot and I wonder if they knew she almost DIED doing it.

Derek shows up then, makes a shitty attempt at apologizing to her- no wait he DOESN'T say he's sorry, nah he doesn't hold himself in the wrong. This fucker.

"Baby I thought long and hard about what I said, and I wanted you to know, I forgive you." "... You forgive... me?" Susan is visibily perplexed at this.

"Yes it's not your fault you got hit by a meteor and ruined everything. In fact you didn't ruin everything. I just got a call from New York. They offered me network! All I gotta do is get an exclusive interview from you!" - Yes, he's only "forgiving her" cuz it benifits him. I cannot believe I saw people in the comments of a video about MvA saying she should've forgave him like ya'll are fucking stupid.

So Susan is like "Oh wow reallY?!?!?! Cool! Hey is the camera still rolling?" And Derek, unaware he's fucked up, says "Of course lol!" So Susan proceeds to break up with him on live television and then flick him up into the air. She also tells Bob to catch him so he doesn't splat onto the pavement.

Bob then tells him off for being a selfish asshole and Derek, now humiliated, tells them to shut the camera off.

and honestly??? FUCKING DESERVED!!! Hope that clip becomes immortalized as a meme and you are forever branded as the idiot who icon monster celebrity Susan Murphy broke up with on live television. also 100% convinced that the group of people on the internet who have a huge thing for giant women hate Derek for turning down having a supersized wife like all of them would KILL for that COME ON BRO!!!!

A slug apparently got turned into a Kaiju in Paris so the gang all fly off into the sunset to go deal with that and the movie ends~ LIKE HELL YEAH SUSAN YOU FINALLY GET TO GO TO PARIS YEAH!!! After all the shit she's been through she deserves at least that.

There's a fair amount of things I didn't mention but I think that if anyone reading this hasn't seen Monsters vs Aliens before, or hasn't seen it in a while, you should give it a watch again/for the first time. You don't HAVE to, but I recommend.

Maybe some of the jokes aged poorly, maybe some of the humor is kind of childish and unfunny, maybe its full of outdated "HEY LOOK THIS MOVIE WAS IN 3D!!!" bits, but I fucking love this movie ok???!?!?!?!?!

It's in no way perfect and in no way one of Dreamworks best films ever but I feel like it isn't necessarily one of their worst ones either.

#monsters vs aliens #dreamworks #susan murphy #the missing link #dr cockroach #bob #insectosaurus #galaxar #this isn't my new hyperfixation i just had some thoughts I wanted to get out #a LOT of thoughts I wanted to get out ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ #might reblog some MvA art later tho #little me kind of hyperfixated on it ngl #went through a phase where I obsessed over all the main characters #kept switching faves and all #Link was def by far young me's all time fave #and fr he's so gender

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PARTIES: @debauchfairy, @realmackross TIMING: A Saturday morning in early April SUMMARY: Mack meets Kiernan for their first brunch were they share mimosas and all the hot goss. WARNINGS: None!

Kieran didn’t have many friends. It had made sense when him and his mom had been, y’know, basically hiding from the whole world and moving every couple of months but even after somewhat settling here in this strange town, he wasn’t even really sure he knew how. Sure, people liked him - of course they did - but those were all fleeting connections and perhaps a few too many of them tainted with imposed spontaneity and bad decisions. Not that he needed friends, especially not human ones. It seemed like a hassle when it came to upkeep and fuck forbid he’d mingle with fae again. 

Enter Mackenzie Ross. Undead, apparently, but a talented and stylish actress. She had taste so it had been no surprise when she walked into Covet Couture but the fact that she’d been immune to Kieran’s magic had been a fun discovery. Not that he cared, seeing as he was decked out with hooves and antlers. She was interesting, and gossipy, and after way too many weeks just talking about it they’d finally set up a lunch. 

“Stunning, as always,” he greeted as she arrived, picking apart her wardrobe with a satisfied smile. So far they’d only talked when she dropped by the store and a few times online so Kieran was happy they were finally doing this. Closed off from people all those years, he’d at least had access to the internet which had included Mack’s work along with every tabloid article of her glamorous life, something he’d deeply longed for back then. “I already ordered mimosas.” Could she even get drunk? If only he could reveal that he knew her secret without coming clean about his own. 

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It was nice to have a friend Mack could sit down and gossip with. Though she wasn’t much of a gossip, until she had a few glasses of wine or champagne, the real treat was finally getting to spend some genuine friend time with Kieran. She had met him at his little boutique in town, and they had hit it off immediately. He had reminded her of home; a place Mackenzie was still trying to figure out how to let go of. And until she could fully trust herself to have this zombie stuff under control, a place she would sparsely visit. Plus, all the talk and tabloids about Brody didn’t help matters, and while they were dying down, she knew if she had shown her face in LA, all the talk would fire right back up again. She had, after all, murdered her fiance by accident, and there was never going to be any solace from that. At least not that she could ever see or feel she truly deserved.

As she stepped foot into the small cafe, Mack let her eyes scan over the patrons finally laying sight on Kieran – The best dressed boy in the entire establishment, “Uh, I could totes say the same for you! Is this new?” She looked over his outfit and was impressed. “Everytime I see you, I swear you just get classier and classier.” She smiled warmly as she took a seat across from him at the small table. “You’re a legend.” Though Mack wouldn’t really be able to taste it, she was an actress and could pretend to enjoy it with the best of them; especially if he had thought to take the time to order for them.

—

Kieran gave something of a humble shrug, not quite matching the pleased expression on his face as he picked off an imaginary piece of lint from the sleeve of his jacket. “Hmm, maybe,” he answered slyly, smile only widening as Mack continued with the compliments. “How am I supposed to keep my ego in check if you keep flattering me, Ross?” Kieran asked, fully unserious. As if even a miniscule part of him actually wanted to keep said ego in check, where the hell was the fun in that?

Leaning back with a content sigh as the mimosas arrived, right on time, Kieran trailed the departing waiter with his eyes before turning back to Mackenzie. “What do you think? Worth a shot? I’m pretty sure he was looking you over but it seemed very PG so maybe just a fan. Although the sneakers are giving me a bit too much ‘frat boy’.” Turning slightly in his chair for a second glance, Kieran then cocked his head at Mack. “Straight, poor or just bad fashion sense, thoughts?”

—

Mack watched Kieran shrug, shaking her head in return, “I’m going to keep complimenting my friend who knows style okay? It’s few and far between in this town. Most of these people prefer the just rolled out of bed look, which is okay, I guess, but it wouldn’t hurt to see more people take pride in themselves.” Of course, she couldn’t always talk. There had been plenty of times Mack had been seen around town in an oversized hoodie, a ball cap, and yoga pants. But even then, she somehow still looked more put together than some of the people in the town. “Besides, that cut looks good on you. Take the compliment, Kieran.” She laughed.

Seeing the waiter walk over with the mimosas, Mack couldn’t help, but look up at him and smile, but as soon as he was gone, she could hear Kieran’s comments, “Well first off, he is cute. Not my type, but definitely adorable. Second, I have a girlfriend, so you don’t have to worry about me trying to steal him away…” There was only one man who would ever fully have her heart now, and he was dead. “Plus, with that outfit and those shoes…Thinking Frat boy with just bad fashion sense. Though the apron kind of makes him cuter in a Tyler from Wednesday sort of way.” Mackenzie didn’t doubt there were hydes living in Wicked’s Rest. She just hadn’t seen one yet, unless…She looked the waiter over again as he served people, “I say we question him when he comes back to take our order. I don’t want to just go off of looks, because I’m already thinking you two would be supes cute together.”

—

Nodding along solemnly as Mack, justifiably, took shots at the general lack of upkeep in this town, Kieran found himself surveying the surrounding tables to confirm her facts. Sure, some of them had potential, an eye for color combination and a general aversion to graphic tees (he shuddered mildly at the thought) but it was just so obvious which table took the prize for best dressed and best looking. “Well, if you insist,” he sighed dramatically, flashing his teeth. Just one of the reasons he was fond of keeping Mackenzie around, endless supply of compliments that were actually based on knowledge and not just empty flattery. Not that Kieran wouldn’t also accept empty flattery.  

Mack spared no detail in sharing her thoughts and Kieran mulled over each one, having to suppress a slight eye roll as she mentioned her relationship - seriously, so much wasted potential. “That reference means nothing to me but he is weirdly making that apron work, that we can agree on.” Whether or not Kieran was actually interested in more than simply discussing this stranger’s pros and cons with Mack remained to be seen. “Alright, don’t go writing a wedding speech yet, sweetheart. If I were to date anyone and that’s a big if, I don’t think café waiter would be the way to go.” Or a human for that matter. 

“Some subtle questioning does sound fun, though.” Kieran picked up the menu, glancing over it as he sipped at the mimosa, enjoying the bubbling of the champagne on his tongue. “You ordering?” he asked casually, itching to know what exactly Mack would prefer to be eating that wasn’t exactly available on a brunch menu. 

—

“I do insist. So there.” Mack playfully stuck her tongue out at Kieran. This had been a friendship she hadn’t expected to form with such ease. But the day she entered his shop, and they first spoke, it was like the Fashion Gods had spoken up and told the universe that this was meant to happen, and after a few more interactions online and at the boutique, here they were discussing whether the waiter would be a good match, “Are you kidding me? You haven’t seen Wednesday? Okay, we need to change that, like, asap! You’re coming over for a Wednesday marathon, and then you’ll see what I mean. But until then.” Mackenzie pulled out her phone and pulled up a picture of Tyler from the show, “See? Now if he had the curls, we’d be in business.” She put her phone away, “But that whole messy thing is actually working.”

Mack took a sip of her mimosa tasting nothing as she listened to Kieran continue on, “Oh come on. I could totally see you running your boutique, and coming over here for lunch where your littles are running around in their miniature aprons following Daddy around excited to see fashion Daddy walk through the door.” A grin spread across her face as she looked down at the menu sitting in front of her, “And of course I’m ordering. This is a brunch date right?” She glared at him playfully, before scanning the menu, perking up at the spicy options available.

—

Kieran rolled his eyes fondly as she scolded him - he couldn’t exactly spend his nights on Netflix binges when there was so much else to do and see. Not to mention that he’d already spent too much of his life doing exactly that, substituting actual interactions since they’d been off limits and too dangerous. But he couldn’t exactly say no to Mack considering the fervor in which she pitched this idea. As long as she’d allow him to bring drinks. “Fine. If you find a way to make it into a drinking game, I’m in. No way am I watching teenagers fall in love or whatever while sober.” Kieran peered at the phone, giving a soft hum of agreement. It was a pretty accurate reference. 

As Mack went into vivid detail of the little fantasy, Kieran’s face showed an impressive mix of amusement and distaste, eyebrows raising at the mention of children. “Oh, you clearly need to get to know me better if you think I could be trusted to raise children,” he argued, needing a good drink of the mimosa to wash down the mere thought of that. No fucking thank you. Waving off her glare, he turned in his chair to catch the waiter’s eye, holding up the menu to indicate that they were ready. “How am I to know if you’re on some insane actress diet or not?” Blood or flesh would definitely score as an insane diet, though maybe just on par with feeding on literal emotions. 

“Hi,” Kieran greeted smoothly as the waiter shuffled up, shooting him a disarming smile and gauging the reaction. Placing his order, he waited patiently for Mackenzie to do the same, catching a glimpse at the waiter’s name tag. “Say, Benjamin, settle a debate for us, would you? In the new Baywatch movie, who is objectively hotter, Efron or Alexandra Daddario?”

—

Mack was ecstatic when Kieran agreed to join her for a Wednesday binge. It was one of her favorite shows, despite the main character looking oddly like Nora. She shuddered at the thought, but the actress was so good at her role, that Mack was easily able to look past the eerie similarities, “Yes! And if that’s the only way you’ll watch with me, then fine. But you’re supplying the alcohol, and it has to include Fireball. I’m not made of money here.” Actually she was, but that's besides the point.

“Oh come on, Fashion Daddy. Which is totally your new name now by the way. I hope you like it, cause that’s all I’m referring to you from now on! You’d totally make a great dad! Plus, those kids would have so much fashion in their blood they’d bleed glitter and rhinestones.” She took another sip of her mimosa, barely getting a hint of bubbles on her deadened tongue. “Because I am currently not an actress. Does Wicked’s Rest look like it lends itself to the entertainment industry. Goo Girl is a thing of the past. Thank God.” 

Mackenzie watched as the waiter came back over, ready to grill him about his fashion sense to see if he and her friend would be a perfect match. Giving one last glimpse to the menu, Mack ordered the spiciest thing available adding some guacamole for good measure living up to that Hollywood stereotype.

As the waiter took down her order, he listened to the question at hand, while Mack easily shot Kieran a look of amusement. Once he was finished, he looked back up, “Uh, I’m gonna have to go with…” He chewed on his bottom lip for a minute, before looking back between the pair, “Gonna have to go with my man, Efron. Have you seen his quads, but more so his biceps? Gym goals. Like Alexandra is hot, and I’d totally go out with that, but dude. To spend an afternoon getting all the tips and tricks from Efron, would be golden, especially with this huge weightlifting comp, I’m trying to get into. I may not look like it yet, but these washboard abs are coming along. I’ll go get this order placed for you guys. Solid question though. Hope that helped.” He slapped Kieran on the back firmly, before walking off.

Mackenzie stifled a laugh looking between Kieran and the waiter. She definitely hadn’t seen that one coming, “Well, Fashion Daddy. Maybe you won’t have to worry about Cafe Daddy, since you know, he’s totally into weightlifting and hot chicks.” Her voice mimicked his.

—

“Fireball?” Kieran questioned with a grimace, followed by a soft shake of his head. “I’ll bring it but I’m not touching that shit. Also, remind me, how much was that bracelet of yours?” He nodded towards her wrist with a knowing expression, as if he wasn’t properly decked out with expensive accessories himself. In his defense, many of them had been gracious gifts, given with various amounts of conscious willingness. “Woah, I don’t look anywhere old enough to deserve that nickname, alright? Respect the age restrictions of the Daddy title,” he argued with a laugh, fully deflecting from the conversation of children now. 

Clicking his tongue, Kieran cocked his head. “Aw, come on. You’ll always be an actress at heart. Can’t run away from your true self.” Wasn’t that just the truth. 

The question had been a silly one, testing the waters and mostly gauging whether or not their waiter would be appalled at the idea of picking a man as the hotter choice, objectively or not. Kieran had not expected the way his soul begged to leave his body as Benjamin expanded oh so eloquently on his answer. Stifling a groan as the man slapped his back, Kieran let his eyes close in pure disappointment, mostly because he’d had to listen to that. “Wow,” he breathed, straightening in his seat. 

Downing the rest of his mimosa as Mackenzie’s dream of a happy little family shattered, Kieran shuddered dramatically at her eerie impression. “Yeah, that’s a solid pass. Maybe I’ll check in after a few months though, see how those washboard abs are coming along. He might do if he just… doesn’t do a lot of talking.” 

—

Mackenzie knew Fireball was gross. Every time she mentioned it, she often got the same reaction, but until someone made something much hotter to satiate her dead taste buds, the zombie was stuck drinking it, if she wanted a slight buzz. That was just the cards she had been dealt. The bracelet and the actress at heart comment were something of a different tale, and she quickly looked away as if she hadn’t heard him.

Unfortunately, Kieran’s cards were looking a little different at the moment. He would forever be Fashion Daddy. That much was settled. But it no longer was the waiter who Mack saw as someone being a viable option for her sassy and extremely fashionable friend. It was still hilarious though, especially the shoulder slap, “Oh come on. You don’t want to hear him talk all day about how good his body looks and what happened at the gym with his bros? I’m sure he’s got some extra spicy tales. And then, just think, you could give him a nice shoulder massage and feel those firm deltoids.” Mackenzie hated herself for knowing as much as she did about what gym rats focused on. “But I do have one question…based on how hard that back slap was…is he actually as strong as he lets on? Cause looked on the scrawny side to me.” She finished the mimosa.

—

The complete lack of response didn’t go unnoticed - talented actress or not, there was no faking that she hadn’t heard him. Nevertheless, Kieran wasn’t here to dig into topics that were clearly off limits, that sounded grueling and emotional. And she’d dropped the whole ‘literal dad’ discussion without a second thought so they seemed to be on the same, unspoken wave length. Fuck those topics, onto bigger and better things. 

Not Benjamin, though. “Yeah, no. There’s only room for one conceited individual in the bedroom and that position is already filled.” Kieran gestured to himself with a flourish before giving a sigh, glancing once more over his shoulder to the man whose looks were wasted on an absolutely tragic personality. “I do love some nice shoulders, though,” he added wistfully, only partially joking. He did not appreciate anything enough to go to the lengths of a shoulder massage - seriously, if anyone was getting spoiled, it was obvious who should be the first choice. 

Laughing at her question, Kieran made a show of thinking it over. “He’s definitely leaning more towards Efron in Hairspray,” he concluded. “But it was still an unnecessarily straight slap.” Holding up his empty glass to catch the attention of any waiter that wasn’t Brojamin, Kieran shamelessly ordered another round for the pair of them, ready to settle down for a continued discussion about things with no real emotional relevance whatsover. And wasn’t that really the perfect thing to go along with a nice brunch?

#para: you know you love me #para: kieran #wickedswriting

[dontbelasagnax]

Hello

What is a character that you did not expect you would like but ended up being obsessed with?

Hi thank you for the question! You have no idea what can of worms you just opened haha! My answer is Obi-Wan but wait- let me explain!

I first watched the Star Wars movies with my family when I was 5 or 6 in the order that they were released. So originals then prequels. Over the years, we watched 2003 Clone Wars, the TCW movie, and then we would catch some episodes of TCW from time to time when we were somewhere that had cable TV and was playing the show on Cartoon Network.

My little child brain did not see any nuance whatsoever because I was a child and therefore all my favorite characters were characters I thought were cool or the epitome of #girlpower (I'm a lesbian. I was obsessing over them in a lesbian way. I did not know this. Go women.) To me, Obi-Wan was just a white man. He was nice but he was also bland and boring. I didn't really touch his action figure when I would play with the Star Wars ones my brothers and I shared.

Last year I decided to watch Star Wars in chronological order of events rather than release date. And I really wanted to sit down and actually watch TCW because I'd only seen odd episodes here and there as a kid. In my rewatch, I was struck by Obi-Wan's kind heart, undying belief in the Jedi Order and the light side of the Force, sass and wit mingling with posh Brit attitude, the way he just slays nonstop (even in flavors of drowned wet cat and pathetic meow meow), and his overwhelming vibes of bisexuality. I was quite taken by him. He went from being just some white guy to being My Special White Guy.

[If you are curious and would like to see my list of childhood faves, it's under the cut.]

Vader - He's intimidating and I had his lightsaber. (Came in a three pack of Vader, Luke, and Obi-Wan. My mom went ham for things that came in three's or multiples of three because I'm a triplet and it's convenient)

C-3P0 - He literally went to the school of cuntology. (Special honor goes to his husband R2. Inseparable comedy and fuck-shit-up duo.)

Leia - She's a badass and I'm a lesbian. Slave Leia outfit did something to my developing brain.

Padmé - She's competent and I'm a lesbian. Also I would regularly check out the Star Wars visual dictionaries from the library or just look at them while I was there (I would go every Wednesday) and stare her costumes for way too long. Genuinely, I was (and still am) obsessed with every single costume they gave her.

Ahsoka - Jedi who's a girl and also a kid like me???!? Instant fave.

Ventress - Oaughhhgg drop dead gorgeous woman with two beautiful red lightsabers and the way she fights????? Guards, take me away

Aurra Sing - Genuinely think this one was because I'm a lesbian. I recall checking out a novel where she was the mc along with a comic that featured her from the library and the only thing from them I remember is looking at the pictures of her and thinking she's so pretty.

Mace Windu - Special honors go to him because his lightsaber color is the best. When I dove into Star Wars fandom spaces for the first time last year, I could not fathom why I kept seeing people say stuff about "Windu hate". I was under the impression the only thing to critique was they didn't let Samuel L Jackson say motherfucker even once. I stand by this.

#again thank you for the ask!! <3333 #lasagna rambles #im a certified Obi-Wan lover now #also whenever i show my mom my art she calls him “Obi” which i think is the cutest thing #no one get me started on how i fell in love with Cody because im a bit unhinged #obi wan kenobi #ask box

[serasvictoria]

First time writing for Stranger Things, because like so many others have found out before me, this guy just kinda grabbed me and wouldn’t let me go. I simply had to get it out of my system. This is the result.

Title: Spellbound

Pairing: Eddie Munson x Female Reader

Summary: Your relationship with Eddie is very new and still very much a secret. You want to make it known that the two of you are an item, but Eddie doesn’t want you to get targeted simply because of your attachment to him. Will you be able to change his mind?

Word Count: 7233

Content Warnings: Smut, smut, smut? Plenty of teasing (not gonna lie, but the poor boy suffers). Fingering. P in V (unprotected but I promise that there’s a reason for that). That’s about it.

Notes: I use italics to emphasise certain words, but, I also use it for flashbacks or thoughts. I tried my best to make it clear so people could tell which is which. Hopefully.

Beta read by the lovely @adrille88. Any remaining mistakes are all my own.

Tagging @quantumlocked310 @deans-ch-ch-cherrypie

***** The sound of music only got louder the closer you got to your house.

Drowning it out would have been preferable when the kid that lived next door to you had first joined the band, but they had improved over the years. You actually quite liked listening to them play these days, but you’d only admit to that under threat of death.

Or so you liked to claim.

Stepping off the sidewalk, you walked through the grass, straight ahead in the direction of your house. Your new path brought you a few feet from the open garage doors and you could already see the first band member with his back turned to you. A few steps more and you could see that all of them were facing that all too familiar face that was sitting behind his drum kit.

Gareth - kid next door, brother from another mother, drummer of Corroded Coffin -  raised his hand in greeting the second that he spotted you. You waved back and then the three other members turned around to face you, two of which gave a nod of acknowledgement, whereas the last guy winked so quickly that it was almost imperceptible.

“Sounds better than yesterday,” you called out to Gareth, who looked thoroughly impressed that you had even noticed. “Don’t make it too late though. It’s a school night.”

“Yes, mom.” Gareth put a lot of emphasis on the last word and you flipped him off in reply. “Promise.”

“Good. You don’t want me to come back over here and kick all of your asses. Have fun, gents.” You gave them a quick mock salute and continued on your way.

Since you had already moved out of view, your back turned to them now, you were unaware that one of the guys had walked out of the garage so he could watch take the last remaining steps to your house.

“She’s out of your league, Eddie.”

“What?” Eddie kept looking straight at your retreating form, saw you take the house key out of your jacket pocket and open the front door. He blinked once when you had disappeared, like some spell had just been broken. “I’m allowed to look.”

“Yeah, but not for too long,” Gareth answered. “She’d rip your head off if she knew.”

“I’d probably thank her for it too,” Eddie mused to the sniggering of his friends. “Fuck all of you,” he countered. “We should probably finish this up soon anyway.”

“We were going to, but you were too busy staring at my neighbor’s ass.”

“Yeah, yeah. Thank you for your contribution, Gareth.” Eddie took a couple of strides back until he had taken up his position in the middle again. “Anyone else got anything to say? No? Then let’s play.”

*****

Most of your evening went by fairly quickly.

You had fixed yourself something to eat (yesterday’s meatloaf with tomato sauce on a piece of bread), watched some tv and promptly switched it off because nothing of interest was on before retreating to your bedroom.

As promised the music next door had stopped about an hour ago and you were currently sitting cross-legged on your bed, absentmindedly leafing through an old magazine as you listened to music.

“Sorry I’m late.”

There had been a time where the sudden voice through your open window might have scared the shit out of you, but this had been going on for so long that you didn’t even bat an eyelid anymore.

Looking up from an article that wasn’t holding your attention, you watched as a scuffed white sneaker appeared, shortly followed by one black trouser leg as more of your visitor became visible. Eventually his head came into view, his lips flashing you his customary grin.

“How much longer are you going to do this?“

“Do what?” Eddie closed the curtains behind him so no one would even know that he was in your bedroom at all. “What did I do?”

“This.” You gestured from yourself to him with a hand, but he just stared at you and waited for you to elaborate. “U- This.” You corrected yourself before you could utter what you had initially wanted to say. “This thing. You sneaking into my house like some creep after band practice.”

“You think I’m a creep?”

“What? No!” When he started laughing, you threw the magazine in front of you at his head. Sadly, he dodged it. “This isn’t funny, Eddie.”

“I thought that it was.” He walked up to the bed and sat down next to you. “What do you want this to be?” You turned your head away, determined not to look at him. “Oh, come on.” Eddie threw an arm around your shoulder and pulled you against him. “Are you mad at me?”

“Yes.”

“Must be that shitty music that you like listening to.” He pointed at the cover of Echo & the Bunnymen’s Ocean Rain that was propped up against a stack of books, next to your brother’s old record player. “It’s messing with your brain.”

“Fuck you.”

“Such a foul mouth, too.” He poked a finger into your cheek to make you smile. It only half worked. “You know you’re my girl, right?”

“Oh? Since when?”

“Dunno.” He leaned in to kiss your temple briefly. “A while.”

“Yet you don’t want anyone to know about it.”

It was a subject that you thought about often. Your relationship, if it could even be called that, was still relatively new, but it wasn’t something that you or Eddie had shared with your friends yet.

“I never said-“

“Did you tell anyone?” You spoke over him quickly, not granting him the time to explain himself to you, which was quite possibly unfair on your behalf, but you had to get this off of your chest. “Hm?”

He bit his lower lip and replied by saying, “No.”

“You’ve proven my point then.”

“Aw, baby.” He pressed closer into your side and you felt his fingers moving up and down your arm. “Let me make it up to you.”

“I’ve got homework.”

“I know that you usually finish that shit about an hour before school.”

“I need to study,” you blurted out quickly, the first alternative that you could come up with.

“Really? You think that crap works on me?”

Eddie knew exactly what you always did when you had a test.

You would half heartedly read the textbooks the evening before. You’d repeat that the morning of said test, but in a slightly more stressed manner because you “hadn’t studied” and then you’d still get good grades regardless of your horrible study routine.

“Fuck,” you said under your breath.

“Now?”

“Shut up.” You shoved at his side with a laugh, but he grabbed your hand so he could twine his fingers through yours. “Why don’t you want anyone to know?”

“Fuck’s sake.” He fell back on your bed and pulled you along with him. “I’m used to all the shit that they throw at me, but I don’t want you to be subjected to it.”

“This is my last year. I don’t care about that shit.”

“You should.”

“Well, I don’t.”

It wasn’t that you wanted to do the boyfriend-girlfriend stuff like walking around school holding hands or making out next to the lockers, but you’d at least like to be able to tell someone that you were seeing Eddie.

That wasn’t too much to ask now, was it?

“Why is this a problem?” he asked you suddenly. “Thought we were having fun.”

“We are. I just want to tell somebody, Eddie. Just one person.”

“Who?”

A frown appeared on your brow since you hadn’t exactly thought that far ahead, but when you thought about it for a bit, the answer was pretty obvious.

“Gareth.”

You had lived next door to Gareth for as long as you could remember. He idolized your older brother until he went to college a couple of years ago and left the town of Hawkins behind him completely in favor of the big city.

Eddie had been the one that had filled the void that your brother had left behind for Gareth in a way.

Everyone in town knew about Eddie Munson. The long hair, leather jacket and devil may care attitude hadn’t exactly worked in his favor. Add to that the fact that he was running the Hellfire Club, which was nothing more than a bunch of nerds playing D&D, and more people became convinced that he was the leader of some kind of cult.

An admittedly small one, but everyone had to start somewhere. That was the way a lot of the residents of Hawkins seemed to look at him.

The real Eddie was almost disappointingly average in comparison to whatever outlandish ideas other people had about him.

He wasn’t exactly sacrificing animals to the Devil in his off-time (chances were that he would be completely unable to hurt any animal), but when you had once told him that people thought that he did that, he was mightily impressed. His smile had grown and he had simply asked “Really?” You swore that he was seconds away from dancing on the spot over his infamy.

The only thing that he did that was against the law was sell drugs. That was about it.

The rest of his time was filled with planning D&D campaigns, playing guitar and getting high. Sometimes he’d even do all of those things at once.

But no, Eddie Munson was not a cult leader that made his loyal subjects sacrifice innocent virgins in the woods. Just an all round nice guy that had hobbies that made him stand out like a sore thumb in a small town like Hawkins.

He was also the one who had been sneaking into your bedroom for the last couple of weeks.

“Gareth?” You nodded enthusiastically in reply. “Why him?”

Because I’ve known him all my life, you thought to yourself. Because he’s like a brother to me and he’d be supportive of us getting together.

Given enough time, you would have been able to come up with loads of reasons as to why Gareth should be the first one to know.

“Because.”

Shame that your brain decided to blurt out only one word however.

Eddie snorted with laughter and squeezed your side. “Why are you like this again?”

“Maybe you should have asked yourself that question before you kissed me.”

“Should have.”

Even if you couldn’t see his face from your current position, you just knew that he was smiling. Both of you still remembered what had happened on that particular evening as if it had happened only yesterday…

*****

It had been a fairly normal evening.

On your way back home from the cinema, you had been a little bit too engrossed with thinking that you definitely would have picked Duckie over Blane at the time. So you had not noticed that Eddie’s van was still parked in front of Gareth’s house. It was pretty damn hard to miss, but you hadn't noticed that it was there until you were about to pass by Gareth's front door. You actually ended up being slightly startled when the door opened and Eddie happened to step outside into the night.

Your eyes met the same way that they did in those cheesy romance movies that you liked, and you swore that in your head you could hear the swell of music that picked up as you watched him light a cigarette right before he started walking in your direction.

Looking down at your feet suddenly, you started to walk again, but when you almost tripped, Eddie called out to you to ask if you were alright.

“Yeah sure,” you replied with a nervous laugh. “My shoelace got untied, that’s all.”

His big brown eyes went down to your feet and when you saw him grin, you looked down as well… only to realize that you were wearing a pair of slip-on sneakers… that didn't have shoelaces.

“Let me walk you home.”

“I live right next door.”

“So?" he said with a casual shrug. "We’ll walk slowly.”

And you did.

Your heart was in your throat as you attempted to make small talk and you got the distinct impression that Eddie was simply humoring you, but he still replied to every dumb question that you shot his way. Part of you hoped that he wouldn’t notice why you kept blurting out every inane thing that came to mind.

After all, no one knew about your little crush on him.

You had long since considered it doomed to never go anywhere and had begrudgingly accepted it. And it wasn’t like you had any contact with Eddie anyway.

Sure, you had a couple of classes together and he regularly hung out in the house next door, but that was it.

He would never find out.

“So,” you began as you reached the corner of your house. “This is me. I mean, my house. So you know, thanks? I guess?”

“No problem,” he said with a grin. “Didn’t want you to fall over and hurt yourself.”

“I would have been fine! Honest!” You pulled on your sweater, rubbing the fabric together in your hands nervously. Then you blurted out, “Goodnight.”

“Night.”

Eddie took one final drag of his cigarette and flicked it away into the darkness. You watched him produce a packet of gum from his jacket pocket and take one for himself before offering it to you. When you shook your head, he shrugged and put it away again.

“Wait. Forgot something.”

“What did y-“

You never got a chance to finish your sentence, because the next thing you knew Eddie had cupped your face and had pressed his lips down on yours. He tasted like cigarettes and cinnamon gum. Your hands quickly found the back of his head, your fingers pulling on his long strands as his tongue slipped into your mouth.

It might have quite possibly been the best night of your life at the time, but Eddie kept finding ways afterwards to make every single other evening that you spent in his company even better.

*****

Eddie had blamed his sudden actions on being high and simply “going for it” later, but after that one night, it had turned into a fairly regular occurrence. Though every other kiss or touch had always been preceded by a question.

Can I kiss you?

Can I touch you?

Mind if I…? while he pointedly looked at the hem of the old shirt that you’d been wearing at the time.

Can I please touch your tits?

It was nice. Being asked for permission. Eddie never mentioned his parents so you had no idea how much of a fixture they had been in his life, but his uncle had tried to bring him up right, that much was obvious.

When you really thought about it, it made you laugh sometimes.

How almost everyone in town seemed to have decided that Eddie Munson was the Devil in disguise, yet he would be in your bed and asking you for permission to eat you out because he didn’t want you to feel like you had no say in the matter. Because he didn’t want to presume that you’d be as into it as he was.

Didn’t matter if you were half naked and gagging for it.

He still asked.

Whenever he’d been over at Gareth’s place, he would always end up at yours afterwards. One evening he had just sort of appeared in your bedroom (for which he had apologized profusely) and it had steadily progressed from there. He was over so frequently that you left the window open just so he could get into your bedroom whenever he felt like it.

Your mom usually worked until it was pretty late so there wasn’t any danger of her finding out that you had a gentleman caller over pretty much every single evening.

“When’s your mom coming home?”

“Not for a while,” you answered. He rolled you over onto your back and got on top of you. Your thighs fell open so he could nestle his hips between them. “You know that.”

“Just checking.”

“Just in case?”

“Hmm.” His hands slid underneath your shirt so he could palm your breasts. “Don’t want her to catch us in a compromising position.”

“Big word.”

“I’m not just a pretty face.” He flashed you an amused grin and then squeezed your tits once. “I know some big words.”

“Do you now?” His fingers teased your nipples into peaks with a practiced ease and you could see him open his mouth again, getting ready to speak. “Don’t.” You pressed your index finger against his lips. “Please don’t tell me all the big words that you know.”

“Just wanted to impress my girl.”

“I’m already impressed.” You could see the corners of his mouth curl up into a self-satisfied smirk. “Don’t get too full of yourself.”

Before he could think up a witty comeback, you curled your arms around his neck and pulled him down for a kiss to shut him up. He hummed against your mouth, trying to make it seem like he still had plenty to say, even though he was properly distracted now.

He pushed your shirt up and the cups of your bra followed shortly after. You moaned against his lips when he pinched your aching nipples lightly.

“Baby.” Eddie pulled away slightly so he could press his forehead against yours. “What did I tell you about making noises like that?”

“That I shouldn’t?” He chuckled in reply and shook his head. “That you hate it?” He did the same thing as before and waited for you to try again. “Oh yeah, now I remember. It makes you hard.”

“You know it.” He ground his hips against yours so you could feel his erection pressing against you through his jeans. You moaned a little louder this time, just to torture the poor guy a bit more. “Such a fucking tease.”

“A little bit.” When he rolled his hips against yours again, you tilted yours up to meet him. “That feels so good,” you breathed against his lips.

“Know what would feel even better?”

“Why don’t you show me?”

“Deal.”

There was a sudden shift as he practically leapt off the bed and pulled on your clothes, a quick flurry of activity, until you were wearing nothing but your panties. You leaned back on your arms and pressed your thighs together, trying to position yourself in a way that looked alluring and sexy.

“Fuck, baby,” he said in a low voice that was drenched with arousal. “You’re so fucking pretty.”

Seconds later, his denim vest and leather jacket hit the floor and he sat down next to you again. Even though he didn’t need to, he still patted his lap with his hand, silently telling you where he wanted you to sit.

Swinging a leg over him, you straddled his lap, making sure to grind your hips against his, adding enough pressure so that his growing bulge provided enough friction. Yet again, you let out an unnecessarily loud moan and you heard him inhale in a sharp intake of air through his teeth.

“Don’t.” One of his hands connected with your ass, which only made you rise up from his lap so that your tits were now level with his face. “Fuckin’ hell.”

Eddie buried his face between your tits, his lips and tongue everywhere, because he didn’t know what to focus on, as usual, but naturally you weren’t complaining. He sucked on your skin underneath one of your nipples, leaving a hickey in a place that was for his eyes only.

Wrapping his arms around your back suddenly, he pulled you back with him as he lay down. You managed to bring your hands up just in time, planting them next to his head, so you could hover over him.

“I’ll just-“ He chuckled suddenly and lay back. “Don’t move.” You waited for him to make a move, but he didn’t. When you looked at him quizzically, he admitted, “Just admiring the view.”

“So that’s what you were doing.”

“Can you blame me?”

“Wait.” When his arm moved, you pulled back suddenly and he groaned in disappointment, but you merely laughed when you heard it. “Don’t worry. You’ll love this.”

Getting off the bed completely, you walked over to your record player, removed the record that was currently playing and grabbed a new one.

Juju by Siouxsie and the Banshees.

Even though Eddie had claimed many times that he couldn’t stand them, you’d also seen his leg bounce whenever you were playing this particular record, so you knew that he appreciated this one at least.

As soon as the first song started, he laughed and shook his head. He probably would have voiced his dislike for them yet again, but his eyes grew big when you started moving your hips from side to side in time with the music.

“I love this song,” you said as Spellbound played in the background.

“I know you do.” He looked up at you eagerly when you were standing in front of him again, wondering what you had planned. “Still don’t know what you’re planning to do, but I’m not complaining.”

“I was just about to get started.” You tapped his knee with your hand and said, “Move back a little.”

Eddie kicked his sneakers off and moved back on the bed, his eyes never leaving you for one second. He positioned himself against the headboard with your pillow against his back. He looked so damn comfortable that you couldn’t stop yourself from giggling.

“You joining me?” He patted his lap once more to tell you exactly where he wanted you. “Or are you just going to stand there?”

Not needing to be asked that twice, you got on the bed and crawled over to where he was sitting. When you were close enough, he reached out and snapped the elastic of your panties playfully, making it obvious that he’d rather see them removed.

“Not yet,” you chided, but you didn’t sound particularly convincing. Truth be told, you would have much rather taken them off as well, but you wanted to make him work for it a little first.

Straddling his lap once more, his hand tried to move up your side, his fingers lightly tickling, but you brushed his hand away immediately. Not being easily deterred, he tried again, but you grabbed it and moved it until it was resting on your hip, a move that you mirrored with his other hand.

“What do you have planned, huh?”

“You’ll see,” you replied with a wink. “Now don’t move your hands.” He didn’t reply, so you repeated yourself a bit more sternly. “Eddie. Keep them there.”

“Okay, okay.” He briefly released you and slapped your hips once for emphasis. “Like that?”

“Just like that.” You leaned forward, ghosted your lips over his and murmured, “Good boy.”

Hearing him groan in response over being called that, you made a vow to yourself to remember his response. You would definitely be using that one again.

Moving your hands up, you started by running your fingers through your hair. You started grinding your hips against his and set a slow, torturous pace.

When you looked at his face, it was plain to see that he was already struggling. His pupils were blown out and his lips parted whenever you dragged your pelvis over the front of his jeans. You really tried to get as much friction out of this as was humanly possible, which wasn’t exactly helping his current predicament. His fingers wouldn’t stop twitching, digging into your skin a little bit harder with each passing second.

His curiosity over what you were going to do next won out over his deep desire of throwing you on your back on the mattress and fucking your brains out.

You slid your fingers from your scalp down your jaw to your chin and then back up to your cheeks. Circling the tips of your fingers over your flushed skin once, they followed the path down again. The pads dragged down your neck briefly and then your mouth turned upward into a teasing smirk.

Eddie never saw it coming.

One hand clamped down on his shoulder suddenly and his eyes darted from that hand back to the one that was currently covering your mouth. You muffled an exaggerated moan which made him laugh softly at first, but he was silenced over what you did next. His focus was on your index finger, which was following the outline of your lips, only to watch the digit slip past your lips and into your mouth.

Swallowing hard, his eyes wouldn’t stop following your finger.

In, out. In, out.

You sighed deeply, momentarily squeezed your eyes shut, trying to make your features look as blissed out as you could. Your hips trembled when you found a particularly good angle and it temporarily made colors explode behind your eyelids.

“Baby.” Your eyes snapped open because your pet name came out of his throat sounding all strangled. His pupils were even more dilated than before, the warm browns of his irises almost entirely gone now. “I don’t think that I can han-“

Two fingers slid into your mouth when he tried to talk and Eddie swallowed his words immediately. You hummed loudly and slid them in deeper still, until you were starting to gag. You made absolutely sure that he heard that, for he had once confessed that hearing you choke was one of the hottest things ever, especially when you had his dick stuffed down your throat. Apparently it was a struggle for him every single time that it happened, because he always wanted to grab your face and fuck up into your warm mouth.

"But, you know," he had added with a grin at the time. "Don't want you to actually choke on it."

There was no danger of him pushing himself in deeper this time. This was all you and you could control it quite easily. You repeated it a few times, hitting the back of your tongue with the pads of your fingers each time until you gagged, giving yourself a moment of reprieve and then starting all over again.

All the while, Eddie's breathing grew more labored. Poor guy looked like he was in danger of fainting if you kept this up so a moment's pause was probably in order.

"You okay?" Your grin was quite possibly a little bit too wide, but everything about Eddie's features right now was a little bit too amusing to you. His cheeks had begun to color and a thin sheen of sweat was covering his brow, hinting at his discomfort. "You want me to stop?"

"No." He answered you quickly and you weren't sure if he wanted to prove that he could take whatever you could throw at him or if something else was at play here. "I'm fine."

"You don't look fine. Looks like you're in trouble."

"Not." He choked out the word at first and cleared his throat so he could repeat himself in clearer terms. "Not in trouble. Fine. 'M fine."

"Such a good boy," you said in a singsong voice. "Still not letting you touch me though. But." Leaning forward, you decided that you could reward his patience in a different way. "How about a kiss instead?"

Tilting his chin up, Eddie caught your lips with his and gave you a hungry kiss. You moved your hand from his shoulder to the back of his head, to keep him there even if he wasn't pulling away, threading your fingers through his long hair.

“Why are you so fucking hot?” The question was murmured against your lips and he managed to sound genuinely bemused, too. “Hm? I can’t get enough of you.”

“Lucky me,” you reply. “But you’ll get sick of me eventually.”

“Never.” His hands tightened on your hips and then he forced you to move again, making you rub your dripping panties all over his still clothed erection. “That’s never gonna happen, baby.”

“If it’s never gonna happen, can I tell someone that we’re seeing each other?” You pulled away so you could look at him directly in his beautiful brown eyes. You tilted your head to the side questioningly, eyebrows raised as you continued. “You can’t keep hiding me forever.”

“Is that what this is about?” His hands stilled their movements completely and you let out a disappointed whine. “We’ll graduate soon. Can’t you just-“

“I’ll graduate,” you interrupted. “I don’t fancy your chances.”

“Now that was uncalled for.” One of his hands moved to your ass so he could pinch your pliant flesh in retaliation. “This is my year.”

“Is it?”

“I got you this time, ain’t I?” Eddie said with a wink. “You’re my lucky charm.”

“A lucky charm that you want to keep to yourself.” You pouted your lips in the same manner as a disappointed child might have done. “Who cares what anyone else thinks anyway?”

“You shouldn’t have to-“

“I. Don’t. Care.” You enunciated every single word clearly, in another effort to make it obvious that it was not a problem for you. “My friends wouldn’t care. Your friends wouldn’t care either.”

“Do we have to have this conversation now?”

“I’m sorry. I just don’t get it, that’s all.” You shook your head and settled your hands on your stomach. You weren't sure if Eddie was buying your sudden change of heart, so you threw in a quick, “I wanna make it up to you.”

You’d get him to change his mind about this, if it was the last thing you did. You just needed to push him a little harder.

“Still not done with the foreplay then?”

“Nope.” You popped the 'p' for emphasis and pressed a kiss to the corner of his mouth. “So just sit back and enjoy.”

“Just don’t take too long, okay?”

“I’ll try, but I’m not promising anything.”

Sliding your hands up, you cupped your breasts from below, moving them up until the palms of your hands were hiding your nipples from view. It got Eddie to stop looking at your face for a bit, all his attention now directed at your chest.

With a deep sigh, you started playing with your tits. Your hands squeezed and massaged while your fingers plucked, pinched, stroked and twisted. There was no telling how long you kept it up, but you were enjoying yourself to Eddie’s detriment.

“You gotta let me touch you, babe,” he eventually managed to say. “Please.”

“No.” Your reply was concise. You didn’t need to waste more words on it.

One hand left your chest and slid down your stomach, your fingers eventually dipping underneath the elastic waistband of your panties. Pushing yourself up on your knees, you tried to get better access and slid a single finger through your folds.

“God, Eddie,” you groaned loudly as you added another finger. “I’m soaked.”

If the music hadn’t been playing, he would have been able to hear exactly how wet you were, but Siouxsie Sioux was drowning out the sounds. You vaguely registered that Arabian Knights was currently playing, but the only thing that was on your mind was what you were doing right now and how Eddie was gripping you so tightly that you’d surely have bruises in the morning.

It was like a constant reminder that he was still there, even though you could never forget about him. You were impressed that he was even sticking to the rule that you had set and felt that a reward for his obedience was in order.

Removing your hand from your panties, you held up two fingers that were glistening with your juices. “Open wide.”

There was no hesitation on his behalf.

Doing as he was told, Eddie opened his mouth and you pressed your fingers inside. His lips closed around your digits and his tongue swirled around them, trying to suck every single drop from your skin.

You had been squeezing your breast with your other hand, but it snaked down your body quickly to replace the fingers that were now in Eddie’s possession.

“Fuck,” you moaned out. “Fuck, fuck, fuck.” You plunged two fingers into yourself easily, pushing them in as deep as you could. “Eddie.” You keened out his name, your pitch going up when you hit the last two vowels. “Feels so good.”

His hands slid up your waist, but you were too far gone to tell him to keep them stationary. His thumbs were pressing into the swell of your breasts and he kept them there. At least he still remembered your dumb stipulation.

He released your fingers with a pop and muttered. “Babe. Please-“

“N-no.” You still had enough control over yourself to tell him not to, but you were sure hoping that he’d just read all the damn signs and go for it anyway. You knew that he wouldn’t, but still. “Not u-until I-“

“Not until what?” Eddie was slack jawed as he watched your hips twitch against your hand, one of those tell-tale signs that you were close. “Talk to me.”

“Can’t,” you gasped out. “I’m too-“

“Too what?” You were convinced that he was teasing you now, because there was no other explanation as to why he kept dragging you back from the brink, as payback for not letting him grab your tits or replace your fingers with his own. “You close, baby?“

“Yeah.” You were seconds away from sobbing. The white hot heat was steadily building, ready to explode any second now, and incinerate you completely. “So fucking close.”

Rolling your head forward, you pressed your forehead against his, only barely managing to keep your eyes open so he could see them glaze over the exact moment that you reached your peak.

You managed to choke out the first syllable of his name before you were silenced.

Eddie grabbed the back of your head, closed the distance and smashed his lips into yours as you climaxed. He swallowed up every single one of your moans hungrily, as if they belonged to him and only him.

Your moans and cries were muffled and he allowed you brief moments of respite, the ability to take deep breaths of air into your burning lungs. Your vision was swimming, filled with tears, and you were practically screaming into his mouth over the intensity of your orgasm.

Every muscle in your body eventually went limp, your fingers still pressed against your throbbing pussy, covered in your arousal.

Eddie was the one that peeled your hand away and let you sag against his chest as you tried to catch your breath. He brought your hand up to his mouth and hummed against your fingers as he licked them clean.

“That was so fucking hot,” he husked out against the top of your head. “I’ll do whatever you want. Ask me now. I’ll agree to anything.”

“Y-you know what I-“

“Yes.” The word was out of his mouth before you could finish your sentence. “Yes,” he repeated again. “Whatever you want.”

“Thank you.” The corners of your mouth curled up into a smile and then you added, “You can fuck me now.”

“Thought you’d never let me.”

Mere seconds later, you found yourself on your back staring up at the ceiling with Eddie on his knees between your open thighs. He yanked his shirt up over his head so quickly that you had been surprised that you hadn’t heard the fabric tear.

Pushing yourself up into a sitting position, you started helping him undo his belt buckle and then pulled his jeans open. One of his hands disappeared into his back pocket as he dug out his wallet. When your hand disappeared underneath the waistline of his boxers, Eddie hissed through his teeth.

“Ah, fuck.” His hips pushed forward into your hand when you wrapped your fingers around his length. “Keep doing that.”

“I wasn’t going to stop.”

“I know,” he replied with a groan. “I know.”

For a second there, you considered pulling his cock out of his pants entirely so you could suck on it, but when you heard him swear under his breath, your reverie was suddenly broken.

“What?”

“I don’t- fucking shit.” He was still going through his wallet, searching for something, before he put it back in his pocket with a look of defeat on his face. “Out of rubbers.”

Now you understood why he was so disappointed. He knew that you didn’t have any condoms, because you constantly feared that your parents would find them. Trying to convince them that you needed to be on the pill to regulate your cycle had been a huge hassle already so if they found condoms in your bedroom?

Your parents would have grounded you for life.

“It’s okay.” You never once removed your hand from his boxers. If anything, you only sped up your movements. “How about… you come on me instead.”

Eddie’s head snapped up immediately. “The fuck,” he muttered. “Are you serious?“

“Dead serious.”

“Where?” His eyes were already focused on your chest, unwittingly answering his own question, so you pushed your tits together for him. “Fuck. Really?”

“Really.” You bit your lower lip playfully and looked to the side. “Unless, you know, you don’t want to…”

“Fuck, baby. I want to so bad.” He grabbed your face between both hands and gave you a forceful kiss. “Damn, that’s so fucking hot.”

Poking a finger into one of his dimples, you cracked a smile and asked, “Is it?”

“Fuck yeah.” Pushing you back down on the bed again, he got on top of you and hovered over you so he could stare at you. “How’d I get this lucky again?”

“Well, it’s easy really,” you said with a grin as you tapped the tip of his nose with your index finger. “You were high as fuck when you walked me all the way back to my front door a couple of weeks ago.”

“I was not ‘high as fuck’.”

“High as fuck,” you repeated. “Then you made out with me right before leaving and here we are.”

“Here we are.” He repeated your words now and a satisfied smile was tugging on his lips. “I also remember telling you that I thought that you were hot.”

“Oh yeah, you admitted to having a crush on me,” you giggled. “It’s okay though cause I had one too.”

“So you told me.” He rolled his hips against yours, nice and slow, which earned him a moan in reply. “What started it again?”

“Your ass in those tight jeans.”

“Oh yeah,” he chuckled. “Never knew that it worked for anyone.”

“Trust me, it fucking works.” Pushing yourself up a little, you caught his bottom lip between your teeth and gave a gentle tug. “But how about you stop the small talk and fuck me already, huh?”

“Alright, alright.” Eddie sat back and tugged your panties off. Then he pushed his jeans and boxers down just far enough for his cock to spring free. “You in a hurry or something?”

“Kinda,” you replied. You gasped when he reached down to rub his fingers over your wet pussy. “Not like you can spend the night, doofus.”

“Well shit,” he joked back. “I thought for sure that this night-“

“My mother would have a goddamn heart attack if she found you in my room.” Eddie positioned himself in front of your entrance and you could feel the head of his cock pressing against you. It didn’t help much that he didn’t appear to be moving. “What are you waiting for?”

“I just-“

“Eddie.”

“Christ, fine.” He tried to sound annoyed with your impatience, but he didn’t quite manage to make it sound convincing. “I kinda wanted to-“

Raising your leg, you pressed the heel of your foot into his ass. Thankfully that had the desired effect.

Finally pushing his hips forward, he slid into you, a gentle push until he was sheathed inside of you all the way. He waited a moment, to let you get used to him, like he always did, before he started moving in earnest.

One hand was placed next to your head to hold himself up while the other gripped your hip tightly. His thrusts were deep and firm, your bodies undulating together, perfectly in sync.

That was only part of it though.

For throughout it all, Eddie kept holding your gaze, his chocolate brown eyes peering deeply into yours. Always silently demanding that you keep looking straight at him as well, always wanting to see the exact moment when you came apart at the seams.

“Eddie…”

“I know,” he groaned back. “Feels good, huh?”

“Y-yeah.” You grabbed onto his shoulders when he started pounding into you and you wrapped your legs around his waist, your thighs gripping him tightly. “Real good.”

“You feel good around me too.” The sound of skin against skin started reverberating through the room, interspersed with grunts and moans. “You’re so fucking tight.”

“I’m so close…”

“I can tell.” Eddie’s breath was hot against your face and his long hair was clinging to your face in places. “I can fucking feel you.” You mewled his name which made him drop his forehead against yours and say, “Come for me, baby.”

That was what did it.

His voice, laced with desire, sent you careening into another orgasm. You clutched him tight, your fingernails creating red marks on his shoulder blades as they dug into his skin.

Eddie kept thrusting into you through the height of your climax, but his smooth strokes soon became sloppy and uneven. He swore under his breath, stringing all kinds of expletives together the closer he got to the edge. At the last minute, he pulled out hurriedly and unloaded himself all over your stomach with a roar.

Letting out a breathless growl, he collapsed on the bed next to you. His breathing was heavy, the high of the moment fading quickly.

“You missed.”

“What?” Eddie turned his head and looked at the streaks of his cum on your stomach. None of them had managed to hit your chest. “Next time?”

“Sure thing,” you replied with a giggle. “There’s just something else that we need to do first.”

“I’ll clean you up in a minute, baby.” His hand connected with your shoulder and he gave you a comforting squeeze. “Just let me catch my breath first.“

“That’s not what I was talking about.” Eddie raised his eyebrows in reply, not sure what you were talking about. Since he was looking adorably confused, you added, “Gareth?”

“What about him?”

“What about-“ You let out an annoyed sigh. “You promised.”

“Oh.” It finally dawned on him what you meant. “Do we have to do that now?”

“Yes. He’s probably still awake anyway.” Your fist connected with Eddie’s arm, giving him a playful nudge. “I’m not going to give you a chance to chicken out of this.”

“I wasn’t. Just figured we could tell him tomorrow.”

“Nope. We’re doing this tonight.”

"Okay, I give. Just give me a moment." His gaze turned almost surprisingly loving then, a warm smile lighting up his face. “You are such a piece of work."

“And you love me for it.”

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[jo-harrington]

For the AASB blurb game - this was a very tough decision for me. The obvious answer for me would be Bigfoot, of course, but I've decided to take a different and less traveled path.

This is the Loveland Frogman, a well known Ohio cryptid from - you guessed it - Loveland, Ohio. I would love to know about any possible interactions our Knight may have had with this green fellow.

Oh buddy, HOOTIE! WE ARE IN FOR IT THIS TIME. I was really hoping that you were gonna drop this one specifically. It's not the sexiest...ahem...but...

Please enjoy a little summertime fun. If a name is unfamiliar to you, it's because they are who I lovingly refer to as "Corroded Coffin 1.0" AKA the boys that Eddie grew up with before they left him behind. They always show up in one of my stories or another.

Haven't ready Heaven yet? Find it here. And find the Master List for As Above, So Below here.

August 1984

Eddie hated goodbyes.

After his mom died, he got it in his head that it was because he said goodbye to her at the drop-off that morning that she never came home.

Wayne had held him for hours as he begged and cried and pleaded for whatever power that was in the universe, whatever God, to just bring her back. To start the day over so he could say "see you later" instead of goodbye.

But there were no merciful Gods, and no do-overs. Once something was put out into the world, it couldn't be taken back.

So he didn't say goodbye anymore. Sometimes he didn't say anything at all. A clap on the shoulder could do just as much as any words could.

And now, as his friends were about to leave on the most harrowing of journeys--college--he decided a "good luck" party was more important than a "goodbye."

It was nearing the end of summer now, still as humid as ever. Belongings were already packed into boxes and last minute trips were taken to Kmart and the Bed Bath and Beyond out by Muncie Mall to grab dorm essentials. Textbooks were purchased and summer jobs abandoned with the empty promise of shifts given during holiday breaks.

Mickey and his parents would hit the road for such-and-such University in the morning, and instead of letting him sleep in his comfortable bed for the last time, Eddie made the whole gang sleep under the stars out by Lover's Lake.

Of course, like any camp out or sleepover, there was no real sleep happening. Instead you were all stuffing yourselves with burnt marshmallows, sipping rapidly-warming beer, and scaring each other shitless with ghost stories and other tall tales.

Well, trying to at least.

"...so they say, if you put baby powder on the back of the car and you sit on the train tracks, your car will roll off the tracks themselves and you can see the handprints of the ghosts in the baby powder."

The boys all boo'd and threw marshmallows at Dave, who flinched and defended himself.

"A ghost train dude? Really?"

"It's not a ghost train, it's ghost kids!"

"If I wanted to fall asleep I would have just stayed home."

"LAME!"

Eddie felt you shake under his arm as you giggled at their antics. Dave's eyes immediately zeroed in on you.

"You too?" he whined, and Eddie didn't know whether or not he should feel a little proud that the younger boys wanted to impress you too.

"Your story was good, Davey," you insisted. "Not as scary as we were all expecting, though."

"Alright, what kind of story do you have then?" Jack challenged you from across the fire.

"Probably not a good one."

"You're a fucking liar," Eddie scoffed, hoping that it would get you to be a little braver and tell the gang one of the many stories you told him. You shifted to look at him with a big smile and warning eyes. He simply ignored you and turned to the already-captivated audience.

"She's a liar," he repeated. "Before she came to Hawkins, she was driving through Ohio and pulled over to ask a group of people who were on the side of the road for directions and when one of them got closer...it was a Frog Man."

All of the stories of the night had been tall tales meant to shock; even so, the boys instantly lost their minds.

"What the fuck?"

"What do you mean a Frog Man? He was a frog...and a man?"

"What did he look like!"

"AND," he continued proudly. "She maintained eye contact the whole time and when he blinked it went--"

"Shut up Eddie!" You slapped your hand over his mouth before he could keep talking and he licked your palm to get you to release him. You turned back to the boys sheepishly. "Ok it was late and it was dark and when I told Eddie this story I might have been exaggerating because I was a little high."

Ok. That might have been true. Eddie had coerced you into smoking. But, he knew even under the influence, you were not typically one to lie. In fact, it just got you to loosen up more. Spill some of your many secrets.

Just not the ones he was dying to know deep down.

Still, the boys started to ask their questions.

"Ok so was it a frog man or was it not?"

"You know the kids book Frog and Toad? Just like that but no little vest."

"Did he ribbit?"

"He didn't...but one of his buddies for sure did."

"HOLY SHIT ANOTHER ONE!?"

"Yeah."

"Did you get out of the car?"

"Well, no that wouldn't have been smart," you laughed judgmentally as if that was the most odd and dangerous thing being said all night. "But it was the middle of the night. I just needed to know how to get back onto the highway."

The discussion progressed, more amongst the others than you and Eddie, about the logistics of the Frog Man and his Frog Friends, and what they might do if they ever crossed paths with them.

You snuggled back into Eddie's embrace and watched them, the two of you making comments occasionally, especially as they started debating whether the Frog Man would walk like normal or if he would hop.

"Ok. What else have you seen though?" Jeff finally piped up and shuffled a little closer. "Or what did you think you've seen? A ghost, a vampire...a hellhound or something?"

"Uhh..." You tripped over your words and reached up to fiddle with the cross on your necklace. "Well nothing like that but..."

Eddie knew that little tell of yours, how you couldn't stop playing with your necklace when you were nervous. Restless. It was sudden and unexpected and he frowned.

Why were you so nervous all of a sudden?

He pressed a kiss to your temple and said a few words of encouragement.

You took a deep breath and went along with your next story, something much more elaborate and cryptic, falling into the theme of the night. And you didn't once reach for your necklace again.

But as the festivities began to wind down, and everyone started to doze off, Eddie couldn't help but wonder...

They were just stories. Weren't they?

#eddie munson x reader #aasb #Eddie munson blurb #Eddie munson fluff #hootie mcboob <3 #hymns of heaven

[littlefroginthegarden]

Sold to Heartsteel 1/24

its a liiiittle bit late but whatever... im trying to write an advents calendar fic, theres some buffer but ill write during the month so im also open to input if you have any good ideas :)

hope you enjoy!

Tags: semi-ironic adaptation of 'sold to one direction' trope so yeah theres obv selling involved, angst, fluff, friendship, romance, maybe smut, mlm, transmasc character, some transphobia but mostly just parents being shit but nothing explicit or slurs or stuff, yeah i think thats about it, ill update this if anything changes xoxo

Part 1

Hi, my name is Hwei and I’m a misunderstood artist. Well, that’s not exactly true. My Parents hate my art and they think it’s just a waste of time. But under the name DemonBrush I’m known all around the world, my art account just recently hit two million followers. Which didn’t help me at all in my real life. I’ve been 18 now for a few months but my parents still act like I’m 16. I haven’t finished school yet and I can’t move out because my anxiety has made working impossible so far. My parents don’t allow me to get therapy or meds and I’m on their insurance so there’s nothing I can do. I sigh and try to think about something else but looking out my small window into the dark December morning isn’t helping. I go and pull the curtains, turn on my fairy lights and sit at my small desk that is crammed between the bed and the heavy wooden dresser. 

My reflection stares at me in the mirror, dark shadows under my amethyst eyes, a sign that I slept terribly, once again. The nightmares wouldn’t leave me alone. I sigh and start doing my makeup, nothing bright, just some smudged dark eyeshadow and black eyeliner on my waterline. My mom was probably gonna complain again but I don’t care. Last week she told me “People might think you’re gay!” Yeah, sure mom. I mean, why do you think I have all these Heartsteel posters hanging in my room? Because I love their one song so much? But when she says "gay" she means "lesbian". She would have an aneurysm if I tried to explain to her that I’m trans. And then she would probably throw me out. As if she could read my thoughts, I hear her shouting from downstairs “Come down immediately, Hwa! I can hear that you’re up.”

Ugh.

I throw on a black oversized hoodie that matches my skinny jeans (also black) and put my dark juniper green hair in a messy bun before I run downstairs as quick as I can. Better not make mom wait, she’s awful enough as is.

When I enter the kitchen, I almost bump into a large man in a suit that is standing next to my mom.

“Oh fuck, sorry!” I quickly say, getting a death stare from my mom but for once she doesn’t even berate me for swearing. She just looks between me and this dude, who was wearing dark sunglasses (in December!) for some fucking reason.

“Who is this?” I ask after a few moments of awkward silence.

“My name is Mr. Mundo, nice to meet you, Hwa.” His voice fits his impressive stature perfectly.

My mother steps forward and puts her hand on my shoulder, looking at me more seriously than I have ever seen her. “You know that we haven’t had the easiest time since dad lost his job. And since you refuse to work and pay your share, we had no other choice.”

“What do you mean? What choice?” I ask, slowly starting to panic.

“You’ll go with Mr. Mundo, he has a job for you where you’ll work for six months. You’ll get a room and food and the money goes to pay back all the debt you owe us.”

“Debt? What do I owe you?”

“Darling, you've been living and eating here for free for 18 years!”

“This is insane!” I yell at her. “You’re selling me? You are a monster!”

“Selling? It’s just temporary honey, and it’s a decent job, don’t make it sound worse than it is!”

“You can’t do that, I’m an adult, you can’t force me!” At this point I’m full on panicking. This can’t be happening, it should just be another nightmare. But I know it’s real. My nightmares are way different.

“You are right and nobody is forcing you. But think about this, it would give you the perfect opportunity to get some good job experiences while at the same time helping out your family! Also –” she adds “if you don’t take this offer then you’ll have to pack your bags, we can’t pay for you any longer.”

“If you stayed off the booze you could.” I press through my teeth, anger winning over panic.

She just ignores it and tells me “Please Honey, think about it. If you go with Mr. Mundo at least you’ll have a roof and food. We just want what’s best for you! You’ll thank us in a few years, mark my words.” With this she turns around and leaves me alone in the kitchen with this absolute hunk of a man.

“Go pack your stuff, we leave in an hour.” He hands me a big suitcase before sinking down onto the washed-out red leather couch in the living room, turning the TV on, unfazed by all of this as if it was his daily job. Which it probably was.

Still in shock, I go back to my room and just stare at the mirror for a solid minute. I still haven’t processed what just happened but I start throwing my most important stuff into the suitcase. I have a lot of clothes but most of them are from my parents and I hate wearing them. So it’s not too difficult to fit all my favorite pieces into the suitcase, some skinny jeans, flowy tops and hoodies and of course accessories, I can’t leave my choker collection here. Then I go to my bed and from under the mattress I pull my binder. I put it under all the other things so it won’t be visible if my mom checks my suitcase. She would freak out. I gather the rest of the stuff, making sure I have my laptop, makeup and favorite books, and check the time. I still have 15 minutes left but at this point, the quicker I’m gone the better. I grab the heavy suitcase and try to carry it down the stairs. Two steps in I nearly slip and the suitcase crashes onto the step with a loud Thud. Before I’m even up I can hear heavy steps on the stairs.

Mr. Mundo grabs the suitcase without saying a word and carries it down. I awkwardly follow him, hoping my mom is distracted and hasn’t noticed the commotion. For once I seem to be lucky, she’s nowhere to be seen. At the door, Mr. Mundo turns around and asks me “Are you sure that you have everything? You won’t be able to come back here anytime soon.”

“Yeah I’m not planning on doing that anyways. Can we go?” I ask impatiently.

He doesn’t answer and just opens the door and walks down the driveway towards the black car with darkened windows that is waiting at the end of it. He puts my suitcase in the back of it with ease and opens the door in the back, gesturing for me to get in. I hesitate for a second, but when I can hear the front door of the house open again, I quickly get in before I can hear whatever my mother wants to tell me. He slams the door behind me and gets into the driver’s seat, which I can’t even see from back here because there’s a divider between the front and the back of the car. Like in a limousine. Or a cop car. It feels more like the latter, like I’m a prisoner.

The car rumbles to life and even though the windows are heavily tinted, I can see the shadows of trees racing past us. Where are we going?

#heartsteel #ezreal #yone #kayn #sett #aphelios #ksante #hwei #league of legends #riot games #riot games music #heartsteel headcanons #hwei pov #hwei x heartsteel #not gonna tell you who though hehe youll have to find out i guess #heartsteel mlm #transmasc character #this is just a trashy fun little project #dont take it too seriously