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[cajunandfire]

Happy Sapienzanniversary!

While I'm not able to write something new because I'm on a jam packed vacation, I wanted to still celebrate my love of this wonderful map! It's one of my favourites and it's been the setting of three previous fics of mine:

In Vino Veritas (Sapienzanniversary 2023)

The Agent (and The Handler)

Non posso vivere senza di te

Please also check out the Sapienzanniversary 2024 flash fest to see some fab works for this year!

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Cling

Rating: M | This is smut! Minors, DNI! No one under 18!

Summary: For as long as you could remember, you and Steve have been close. What others see as clingy, Steve sees as comforting, right? Or, you fell in love with your best friend and suddenly, everything is too much. Warnings: Unprotected PinV, oral (f!receiving), blink and you'll miss it angst. Pairing: Steve x fem!Reader Words: 5.5k

Though the sun had long disappeared, dipped below the horizon in a blaze of oranges and reds hours ago, the scent of artificial coconut and chlorine lingered as you lounged beside the Harrington pool.

The kids disappeared with Eddie the moment the sky tinted pink, off to finish a campaign they spent much of the day discussing, and Robin followed soon after with a weak excuse designed to hide her true destination of Vicky’s house - despite the fact that you all knew.

That left you and Steve, always the last two standing.

Steve stretched out on a lounge chair to your left - sunglasses resting atop his head, t-shirt forgotten somewhere in the backyard, garishly patterned swim trunks resting low on his hips. His eyes were closed, chest rising and falling evenly, though you knew he was far from sleep.

Regardless, you took the chance to study him in the rare moment of silence.

The apples of his cheeks and the bridge of his nose were tinted pink, not burned enough to cause concern but clearly effected by his time in the sun. His hair was wild and beginning to curl, free of gel and still a little damp from his last dip in the pool. The weeks of swimming, back in the pool where he spent so much time growing up, had toned his arms - his shoulders, his stomach, his thighs - and you could see the result of his resumed habits so clearly.

A swath of hair covered his chest, tapered into a faint line that disappeared into the band of his trunks, and you were struck by just how many times you’d been here - sitting to his right, smelling of chlorine and coconut. Over a decade of friendship, more than half your life, and you’d witnessed Steve go from a lanky boy to a confident twenty-something. 

Moments like this reminded you of why your best friend was one of the most sought-after bachelors in Hawkins and why, somewhere along the line, you joined the long list of those desperate for him to give you the time of day.

Only, you were lucky enough to be one of the few that had Steve’s full attention. There was little question that he knew everything - nearly everything, not this, never this - there was to know about you. Even less of a question that you would be sharing his bed later on, though not in the way you’d secretly started to want.

“Quit starin’ at me, creep.” Steve’s voice came then, before you could begin to spiral and question whether you could handle another night of sleeping beside him - wrapped in his embrace, his sheets, his scent - and you hummed.

“Just seeing if I need to get the aloe,” you teased, hoping it sounded as light as you meant it. “Should’ve listened to me, when I told you to put on sunscreen.”

Steve laughed. “You mean I should’ve sat still while you attacked me with it. I would’ve, if you’d given me some warning. Not nice to just start mauling a guy.”

“I know you dream about me mauling you.” The deflection was easy, reflexive, and accompanied by a laugh that rang a touch hollow in your own ears but Steve huffed, good-natured, anyway.

“Hm. Think that’s the other way around.” He cracked open an eye, then, and turned his head to glance at you while you reached for his half-empty beer in an effort to avoid meeting his eyes.

“Please,” you scoffed, though it was weaker than you intended. “I can’t get you to stop touching me.”

Despite his upbringing - or, really, because of it - Steve sought physical affection in those closest to him. It was true that he hadn’t stopped touching you over the course of your friendship, hugs and holding hands and cuddling on the couch. There was never any hesitation, never any awkward shuffling or adjusting. It was as natural as breathing, comfortable, and lately, you savored every brush of his skin against yours.

Still, Steve waved a dismissive hand and reached for the pack of cigarettes he discarded on the table after the kids left. “Sure.” He lit one, fixed you with a teasing grin as he took a drag. “Easy for you to say when you’re the clingiest person I know.”

The observation was not unkind. If anything, it was soft - fond. It was a joke he’d made before, once or twice, but the label ‘clingy’ struck a nerve that he likely had no idea even existed. One that hadn’t existed until recently.

There was a conversation that you weren’t supposed to hear. It was Eddie, asking the kids if he had a chance - whether you and Steve were, you know, a thing - and their varying responses. He only asked because of how close you were, he explained, how often Steve had an arm around you or you clasped his hand in yours.

Someone, you didn’t catch who because the words rang harsh in your ears, dismissed his concerns with the dreaded refusal, “Just friends.” Though another followed it with, “I’d be annoyed if I were Steve. She’s always all over him and they’re not even dating. So clingy.”

Eddie laughed, as did the others, and you waited just beyond the door for a few moments to pretend that you hadn’t heard.

After, you tried to distance yourself, if only a little, without arousing Steve’s suspicions. Despite being called clueless, unobservant or even stupid, despite his difficulty connecting the dots, there was little about you that escaped his notice. It was difficult to create space when none had existed since you were children and, clearly, you hadn’t done a very good job, anyway.

“Yeah, well, I’ll unstick myself from your side.” You intended the quip to be teasing, a joke that earned you a laugh or a soft swat as you passed him by, but it came out wrong. The words were acidic, tasted bitter in the back of your throat as they rolled off your tongue, and you could see him wince from the sting of them as you stood from your chair. “I’m gonna go shower,” you deflected, unable to look at him. “Chlorine’s burning my eyes.”

Steve sat upright as you gathered your towel and discarded clothes, your empty soda can and the tube of tropical sunscreen. He stubbed out his cigarette and reached out, hand searching for yours and coming up empty for the first time in a long time.

“Wait,” he urged, rising to his feet as you busied yourself with removing any trace of your presence from the immediate vicinity. “Did I… what did I say? Whatever it was, I didn’t -“ His brows furrowed as he lifted the hand you avoided and carded it through his hair, sighing when you winced at the sound of his sunglasses clattering to the ground.

“You didn’t - it’s nothing.” Steve tipped his head, an attempt to catch your eye as you blinked back the stinging sensation - chlorine, really, and overwhelmed, traitorous tears. “Just tired.”

From the corner of your eye, you caught sight of his face. He wore a concerned frown, warm eyes raking over your form as he recounted the last few moments, before he winced. “Oh. Shit. Hey, you know I’m joking,” he insisted, taking a half-step closer. And when you took a full step back, he frozen, uncertain - unused to the distance. “I didn’t mean it like that. You know I love it when you’re close to me. It’s nice. I’m not - that was a shitty thing to say.”

“It’s okay.” You waved him off, a dismissive hand held aloft for a moment before dropping to hold your towel close to your chest, and hoped he believed the crack in your voice was from the yelling you’d done earlier in the day. “It’s true, ’s’what everyone thinks, anyway.”

“What?” He looked confused, frown deepening as he tried again. He took a cautious step to close some of the distance and lifted a hand to reach out for you before thinking better of it. His hand fell to his side and you clutched the material in your arms tight to your chest to keep from reaching out yourself. “No one thinks that.”

“They do,” you confessed, finally lifting your head to meet his gaze as you forced a laugh. “They think it’s weird and sad and annoying that I’m, like, all over you. They think I’m, like, obsessed or something.” The admission was uttered casually, as easily as you could manage when your heart felt as if it might beat out of your chest, and Steve took another tentative step forward.

“Who said that?”

Though it was phrased as a question, it came out a demand. His expression shifted, flickered from soft concern to annoyance - not at you, very rarely at you - as he waited.

“I overheard the kids joking about it,” you told him with a sigh. “And back when you were dating Nancy, Tommy and Carol said something. So did Billy. It didn’t bother me then ‘cause Tommy and Carol and Billy were morons, but now, well… Maybe they were right. I - I’m sorry. I don’t mean to be so… attached.”

Steve stepped closer then, insistent despite your feeble attempt to keep the distance, and reached out for you. One warm, large hand fell to your waist, fingers finding bare skin still warm from the sun while the other cupped your cheek. He was patient, soft, as he encouraged you to meet his eyes once more.

“They were total morons. I’m honestly surprised they paid enough attention to someone else to notice,” he huffed, rolling his eyes at the memory of your former friends. “And the kids, they’re just kids. They don’t - don’t listen to them, alright. I don’t think you’re clingy or annoying or sad or anything else. I think you’re my best friend and I like being close to you.”

Though it brought you comfort to hear how adamantly he denied thinking you were clingy - how adamantly he denied finding your constant presence annoying - the reminder that he only saw you as a friend did little to ease the roiling in the pit of your stomach. 

A fresh wave of traitorous tears stung at the backs of your eyes and you did your best to blink them away as you nodded. “Yeah,” you nodded, acknowledging him with a watery half-smile. “Okay.”

“Hey, I’m serious,” he asserted, dipping his head to search your face for the answer to a question he had yet to ask. “I want you close to me, like, all the time. Robin laughs at me but I don’t really know what to do when you’re not there. I like it when you hold my hand or sit on my lap. It… it makes me feel like you want me with you as much as I want to be with you.”

Though the lump in your throat persisted, though the tears still threatened to fall, you immediately reassured him. “Of course I want you to be with me. I love spending time with you.” You sighed, allowing yourself to melt into Steve’s touch. “It’s always been us.”

“Always has been, always will be,” he confirmed, smile soft but still a touch concerned. He hesitated for a moment, seeming to weigh his words for the first time in a long time, before he settled on asking, “What’s up, babe? Why’d it bother you so much?”

“It’s stupid.”

Immediately, Steve shook his head. He refused to allow you to wave it off, to dismiss the tease that clearly hurt your feelings, as his thumb stroked your cheek. “It’s not, not if it’s bothering you.”

“I just…” You inhaled sharply, eyes closing as you attempted to gather your thoughts. Though Steve’s closeness would’ve brought you comfort under ordinary circumstances, it made it difficult for you to concentrate as your heart began to beat a touch too fast. “Just been thinking,” you finally began, choosing your words carefully. “It was fine when we were kids but, I mean, we’re adults now. What happens when one of your dates pays off and you find someone to fall in love with? Don’t think she’ll be too happy with, you know, this. It’s not like we can cuddle on the couch or have sleepovers for the rest of our lives.”

Steve remained quiet for a long moment - a silence that stretched on forever, thick and suffocating - and you swallowed the emotion clumping in the back of your throat before opening your eyes. You were met with his warm gaze, soft brown eyes flickering with an emotion you couldn’t quite read as he took a half-step closer.

“What if… I mean, we could.” Two words, and you felt frozen in uncertainty. Everything around you, everything outside of Steve, ceased to exist. You could feel your heart thudding heavily in your chest, your breath caught in your throat as you waited for him to elaborate. “The dates,” he began, now looking as nervous as you felt, “none of them have felt right. They don’t feel like this, like us. They don’t make me feel like you do.”

For months, you’d dreamt that Steve felt the same way. You imagined that somewhere, beneath the fond smiles and teasing jabs lingered the same nerves, the same butterflies, the same all-encompassing love. You imagined that his head was full of the same ‘what-if’s’ as you shared his bed, the same hope that you’d share the same bed for the rest of your life. You dreamt that he would one day confess his love and end your hopeless attempt at getting over him.

But now that it seemed within your grasp, so close you could practically feel his heart beating just as erratically as your own, it felt too good to be true.

“What does that mean?”

The question came as a whisper, afraid that if you spoke too loud you might break whatever spell had been cast over the backyard, but Steve heard it clearly. He met it with a half-smile as the hand on your hip began to trace nonsensical patterns across your skin - a nervous habit that made you feel as if your skin was on fire.

“Means that I want to keep holding your hand and having sleepovers,” he elaborated, voice soft in the still of the night. “Means that I… I don’t want to keep going on dates with anyone but you. Every time I think about the future, it changes - what I’m doing, where I live. But you’re always there and that’s all I want. I’ve been trying to pretend like I’m not in love with you but I don’t want to pretend anymore.”

Steve’s confession rang in your ears, crashed over you like a tidal wave, and left you unable to speak - unable to breathe. He waited, patient, understanding, as your racing thoughts scrambled in search of something coherent. But when you failed to gather anything resembling a complete sentence, you decided to allow your actions to speak for you.

In the way that you’d started to imagine as you drifted off to sleep, you dropped the items in your arms and lifted your hands to tangle in his hair to pull him in close. He smelled of summer - cigarettes, cheap beer, artificial coconut and chlorine - and something so unerringly Steve that you suddenly couldn’t imagine being this close to anyone else.

The hand on your cheek was encouraging, soft and warm as he tipped your chin, and you gave in to the urge you’d been fighting. With one step, you pressed yourself close - your chest meeting his, the warmth of his bare skin setting your nerve endings alight - and pressed your mouth to his.

Despite your expectations, there were no fireworks, no sparks or heavenly choirs, but there was an instant sense of comfort. Kissing Steve felt like coming home, warm and easy, as if you’d done it a thousand times before. 

There was no awkward shuffling, no tentative brushes of uncertain lips. Instead, you moved together seamlessly. His body slotted against yours perfectly, fit exactly as if you belonged there - together, intertwined. His lips were soft, as plush as you’d imagined, and his skin was so warm that you wondered if you would be branded with his touch before the night was over.

Though your fantasies varied - desperate kisses, eager to make up for lost time; filthy ones, a mess of lips and tongues and teeth, as you swapped spit and stumbled down a dark hallway toward his bedroom; soft kisses, designed to convey years of unspoken feelings - this kiss destroyed them all.

It was soft, slow and eager as you sought to become acquainted with the taste of one another, and laced with the underlying promise of a beautiful future.

Steve’s touch was eager, unrestrained and achingly familiar, as he held you close and swallowed the soft noises you made. Every breathless gasp and quiet sigh of pleasure, was met with a hum of his own as he slipped the hand on your cheek to the back of your neck.

Neither of you wanted the kiss to end, content to breathe in one another until your lungs collapsed, but the lack of oxygen and the reality of the situation had you feeling dizzy enough to break away. But as close as you’d always been, Steve kept you pressed tight to his body and rested his forehead against yours.

“Taking that to mean you’re in love with me, too,” he teased, breathless as he searched your face for any sign of regret, of hesitance. When he found none, he smiled - bright, happy, easy. “Totally not cool of me to admit, but I’ve wanted to do that forever.”

“You’ve never been cool, Stevie,” you returned, giggling as he pinched your side.

“Was gonna be nice,” he huffed, pretending to be put out though his grin never faltered as he shifted his head, brushed his nose against yours. “Tell you how pretty I think you are, how I want to spend the rest of my life with you; all that mushy stuff. But since you wanna be mean…”

Before you could blink, giggle out a teasing apology for your perceived slight, Steve’s arms fell to your waist. He held you close, lifted easily, and carried you the few steps to the edge of the pool. The moment you realized his intentions, the moment you opened your mouth to squeal out a plea for him to stop, Steve stepped over the edge and plunged you both into the water.

Even as you fell, sinking into the deep end, Steve kept you close. He hauled you both back up above the water, laughing as you huffed - thankfully used to this, almost expecting it as he attempted it every year.

“Steve!”

“What?” He grinned, dark hair dripping into his eyes as he guided you both into a more manageable depth and encouraged you to wrap your legs around his waist. “All this could’ve been avoided if you’d just been nice to me,” he reasoned.

“I’m always nice to you, Stevie.” You weren’t - your friendship was an equal mixture of soft encouragement, soft words and even softer touches, and teasing jabs - but Steve hummed, just the same. “But I can be even nicer.”

“Know what would be really nice?” When you hummed, Steve returned a hand to cup your cheek - tipping your head to meet your eyes, only a hint of insecurity swirling amongst the warm, soft brown. “Telling me I’m not getting all this wrong. I… I know I don’t always get it,” he acknowledged, swallowing thickly, “but I… I get this, right?”

“Oh, Steve. The reason I got so freaked out about the clingy thing,” you began, lifting your hands to brush the damp hair from his forehead, “was because I was afraid you’d see it, how in love I am. I… I’ve been in love with you for a while. You’re it for me, Harrington.”

Steve grinned, then, relieved - elated, clearly brimming with joy at the revelation - and leaned forward to close the gap. The press of his mouth to yours was eager, firm, and relieved some of the ache in your chest, the fear that this was something you’d dreamt up, too good to be true. He crowded you against the wall, body caging you in as his tongue traced the seam of your lips, and you sighed as you tangled your fingers in his hair.

Though the pool water was cool, the press of Steve’s body against yours had you melting. He always ran warm, left you blistering in the wake of his hands exploring your skin, and you felt your heart hammering in your chest as his fingers mapped the slivers of skin he’d only held through fabric.

“Babe,” he breathed, mouth barely parted from yours as you shifted your hips, “don’t wanna do this in the pool. Not the first time. Let me take you inside.”

The urgency in his tone drew a soft moan from you, eager to feel his touch and touch him in return. “Please. Waited so long, don’t wanna wait anymore.”

Desperation, eager and hurried, that had lingered beneath the surface of the entire encounter - a desire to give in, finally, after waiting for so long - showed clearly as you both rushed out of the pool. Steve remained close to you, one hand on your hip even as you both roughly toweled off, and ushered you into the house.

The Harrington house was as familiar to you as your own. It was a space you could navigate with your eyes closed, under the worst circumstances, and you were grateful for the knowledge as you and Steve rushed up the stairs to his bedroom without pause.

As many times as you’d stepped foot in Steve’s room, as many nights as you’d spent wrapped in his sheets, there was an understandable difference in this moment. The tension was palpable and, despite how eager you both were, you both faltered for a moment as the door clicked shut behind you.

“This… we don’t have to do anything,” he began, stepping close, his palm warm against your waist. “We can just shower, maybe watch a movie or something before bed.”

Again, rather than fumbling for a coherent sentence - attempting to make sense of the thoughts that remained scrambled in your brain - you reached out for him. Steve sighed as your fingers tangled in his hair and tugged, eyes blazing with a heat that made your head spin, and you almost hated to lose the sight of his parted lips and lust blown eyes as your mouth pressed to his.

Steve’s hands began to wander, fingers mapping your skin in a desperate bid to commit it all to memory, as he walked you backwards. The plush of his bed hit the back of your knees, duvet soft, and he followed you down easily. With a knee pressed into the mattress beside your hip, a hand beside your head, Steve hovered above you, mouth never leaving yours.

While his fingers traced the skin of your stomach, your hips, your shoulders, your thighs, you brought your own to his chest. You raked your nails over his exposed skin, committing the warmth of him to memory, as he broke the kiss to lavish your neck with attention.

As he nosed at your jaw, lips pressing fleeting kisses to your skin, his hand fell to your breast, eagerly cupping the soft flesh over the damp material of your swimsuit.

“So fuckin’ pretty,” he breathed, reverence lacing his tone as his hand flexed. “So warm, so soft. Smell nice.”

“It’s the sunscreen,” you gasped, words pitching higher as his lips latched onto the spot just beneath your ear. “You should try it.”

“Mm. You can put some on me tomorrow,” he offered, tongue darting out to soothe spot he’d nipped.

The promise was laced with an eager desire that had your hands wandering, nails raking over the trail of hair dipping into the band of his trunks, and you could feel the contraction of his stomach as he inhaled sharply. You knew that you tasted of chlorine and chemicals, of summer, but Steve didn’t seem to mind as he continued pressing open-mouthed kisses to your skin.

Eagerly, he began to dip lower, his lips exploring your heated skin and leaving a trail of fire in his wake. Every touch was electric, sent a shockwave through your system and left your chest aching with a warmth that you hoped would never cool. You could feel the arousal pooling in the pit of your stomach, gathering slick between your thighs, as Steve nipped at the skin of your chest.

Skilled hands made quick work of the fabric covering your chest, easily ridding you of the damp suit without lifting his head from your skin, and you felt your breath catch in your throat as Steve began to make his way down. He nipped at the delicate skin of your chest, stubble scraping your skin in the most delicious way as he shifted to free his hands.

As Steve’s hands shifted, cupped your breasts and hummed, your own hand dipped beneath the band of his trunks. Your fingers brushed the warm skin, reveling in the stuttering breath Steve released, even as his own hands began to trail downward.

“Always pretty,” he complimented, voice rough as he began to follow the path blazed by his hands, pressing kisses down your chest and stomach.  “But this,” he hummed, grinning when you whined as he moved out of reach, “too fuckin’ pretty. Not fair.”

“You’re one to talk.” It was breathless, a gasp that escaped as his lips latched onto a patch of skin near your hip, and Steve grinned. “You’re so beautiful, Stevie. ’S’distracting.”

Steve continued to sink lower, mouth blazing a devastating path across your skin, as his hands fell to the plush of your thighs. He spread them easily, settled between them, and glanced up at you from near the foot of his bed with a devilish smirk that reminded you of the days of King Steve - handsome, flirty, charming.

“How’ve we never done this before?” His hands drifted closer to your aching cunt, so close to where you desperately wanted him yet so far away as his mouth pressed to your inner thigh. “Wanna spend the rest of my life here.”

“Haven’t even got my bathing suit off,” you teased, though it was weak - wrecked, already so entirely destroyed for him. But Steve took it as a challenge.

Almost immediately, Steve’s hands slipped beneath the band of your bottoms and tugged, easily working the damp fabric down your thighs. The moment they were gone, tossed across the room to be found later, he settled back between them and grinned.

Before you could tease, make a joke about him being eager, Steve’s hands shifted exactly where you wanted them. Warm fingers swiped at your slick folds, gathered the evidence of your arousal easily, before they lifted to his waiting mouth. Your lungs constricted and breathing felt impossible as you watched him lap at the slick, an exaggerated moan leaving his lips as he pulled them free with a wink.

“Knew you’d taste amazing,” he complimented, dipping his head to nip at your inner thigh.

Steve nosed at the juncture of your thigh as his fingers returned to your folds and you could feel his triumphant grin when you gasped as his thumb found your clit. But he didn’t allow you time to speak as he dipped his head and licked a stripe along your slit.

Large hands found your thighs, fingers digging into the plush skin to keep you spread open as he lapped at you. There was no tentative tasting, no hesitant swipe of his tongue; Steve ate you like a man starved.

Those plush lips wrapped around your clit, eagerly tasting all you had to give, as his fingers returned to your puffy folds. He swiped them through your slick, gathered it on his fingers, before pressing them into you and working to open you up. 

“You’re,” a gasp interrupted you, stole your breathe as Steve glanced up at you from between your thighs - his shoulders keeping you spread open, hair caught between your fingers. “Fuck, Stevie, you’re good at that.”

Steve preened under the praise, lashes fluttering at that and the combination of your fingers yanking at his hair, as his fingers - longer, thicker than yours; easily pressing into the spaces you could never quite reach - sank deeper into you. 

As desperate as you were to feel him, to have him push you over the edge, this wasn’t the way you wanted to go. You wanted to feel him, to feel his weight pressing you into the mattress as his lips met yours, and you told him as much as you tugged at his hair.

“Wanna feel you, Stevie, please,” you begged, stomach tight and chest aching as you desperately sought to catch your breath. 

“Fuck.” Steve’s forehead pressed to your thigh, warm breath fanning over your sticky skin. “Wanted to hear you say that forever,” he admitted, eagerly clambering up to shove his trunks down his hips.

As Steve shoved his swim trunks down, you tipped your head - eager to see if the rumors were true. And just as you’d heard, Steve was larger than you ever could’ve imagined. He was bigger than anyone you’d been with, bigger than anything you’d seen, and you couldn’t help yourself as you reached out to touch him.

The tip was an angry red, dripping precum, and Steve swore as your thumb brushed at the pearly bead. “Fuck, you’re so big,” you whined, wondering how he would fit - eagerly anticipating the stretch of him.

“Can’t say shit like that,” he huffed, laughing - pink cheeks blazing, embarrassed and secretly pleased at the attention - as he settled above you. “Ego’s already too big,” he teased.

“Not the only thing,” you returned, grinning when he laughed, fingers dipping between your thighs. “Fuck me, Stevie, please.”

“Anything you want,” he promised, hand wrapping around the base of his cock and guiding it to your puffy folds. He dragged the head through the slick, both of you moaning at the contact, before he notched the head at your entrance and pressed forward.

The stretch of him was delicious, too much and not enough all at once, and you swore you could feel him in the back of your throat as he sank into you. He went slow, careful, eager not to hurt you, but with every inch he sank forward, you were desperate to feel him fully.

Finally, after what felt like forever, Steve was pressed fully into you. It was overwhelming, being so impossibly close to him - completely intertwined, bodies as one - and all you could do was pull him into a searing kiss.

The kiss was a mess, a clash of tongue and teeth, uncoordinated but so satisfying as his hand gripped your hip. You could feel him surrounding you, all-encompassing, and you never wanted the moment to end.

Even as his hips began to snap, his rhythm steady, deep, you struggled to catch your breath - to care about anything other than the warmth of his skin against yours, the scent of him, the weight of him over you. The only thing you could say was his name, repeated like a prayer as his thumb found your clit and his lips remained just inches from your own.

Steve was all that existed, all that had ever existed, and suddenly the future was bright. There was hope, an eager desire to spend the rest of your life here - in this moment, with Steve pressed close - and you couldn’t help but whimper out a desperate, “I love you,” as you felt yourself barreling toward the edge.

The words were returned in a reverent chant, equally desperate, as you felt his hips begin to stutter. You were both nearly there, just a few presses of his hips - another swipe of his thumb, another press of his mouth to your heated skin - and you were careening over the edge with Steve following shortly after.

Warmth flooded your veins, his spend filling you so completely, and his lips sought yours despite your shared inability to regain your breath. It didn’t matter, not when all that existed was this moment, and you didn’t care that Steve’s weight had fallen to press you deeper into the mattress.

For a few long moments, you both lay there - gasping, fighting to catch your breath and return to the moment at hand - before Steve pulled away just enough to settle at your side. There was no distance left between you, slick skin pressed together, and you would’ve been content to lie there forever.

Steve, it seemed, felt the same as he settled into the pillow and leaned in to press a kiss to your forehead.

Though the afternoon began with a fear that Steve would see you as clingy, that he would never love you in the way you loved him, you were ending the night in the only place you wanted to be; clinging to your boyfriend, sated and happy and looking forward to the future for the first time in a long time.

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Author's Note: This was inspired by a sunscreen, believe it or not. Don't know how we got here but it was a fun journey.

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[stevesjockstrap]

Alone on Thanksgiving? Mad at your dad?

Based on this post

Or, Steve invites Craigslist!Eddie to Thanksgiving as his fake boyfriend for entertainment and drama purposes

Rated: T? Always with the swearing idk | read on ao3

ETA a/n: shout out to @rocknrollsalad for a direct quote in here and putting up with me and @machtaholic for encouraging this 🖤

“Are you serious?”

Steve sighed. “Yes, Robbie. You know how much my parents have been on me since they’re losing what little power they have left. This is going to be awesome.”

She was pacing around their living room, making him anxious. “But why are you going to take this stranger from Craigslist? Why can’t you find someone you know? Argyle would do it. What if this guy doesn’t show, or he comes and steals something?”

“If he doesn’t show I’m in the same boat anyhow, but hey, there’s a thought. You think I can pay him more to steal something from my parents? I’d love to see that.”

“Steve!” She rounded on him, eyes wide. “You’re paying him? You didn’t tell me that!”

“For fuck’s sake, Rob. He didn’t ask for money, the post actually said he would do it just for food. But the guy’s driving half an hour and I’m willing to bet my family is worse than he’s expecting. Sit down, you’re making me dizzy. Read this and tell me this isn’t exactly what I need.” He scrolled on his phone and handed it to her.

Her shoulders relaxed as she read on, laughing finally, “You’re not going to make him propose or fight your dad on the front lawn, right?”

“Maybe for Christmas,” he smirked.

His parent’s house was always so cold and empty. It was his childhood home but he had never really felt any attachment to it. His apartment with Robin was small and cluttered but cozy, and full of memories of them and their friends. They had done a Friendsgiving the previous weekend that had been a dangerously good time. (The smoke detector had only gone off three times, a new record.)

Running his hand through his hair again, he looked at the clock. Would Eddie show? He checked his phone again, knowing there were no missed texts because he had just looked thirty seconds ago. Why was he more nervous about meeting him than introducing him to his family? They’d had one phone call and some texts, mostly arranging the time and place and Steve already apologizing for his family.

Eddie had laughed, “It’s okay, Steve. Trust me, I’ve dealt with worse.”

He went to the bathroom, just to kill time.

And of course the doorbell rang.

He quickly washed and dried his hands, sparing a second to pull his hair into a less raked-through mess.

Quickening his pace when he saw his mom still holding the door open, not allowing whoever was on the stoop in, he craned his neck to see out the door.

Oh fuck.

“If you’d just go get him, ma’am, we could clear this all up,” Eddie was saying. The words were polite but there was an edge to them, just the tinge of a sneer on his lips. It was perfect.

“He’s mine,” he heard himself say. His mom whipped around, eyes crazed and mouth open. “Uh- I mean,” his eyes returned to Eddie standing on his doorstep. Taking in the long thick wavy hair, big brown eyes, his lips pulled into a toothy grin now. He’d clearly attempted to dress up, grey slacks and a black button down, paired with heavy combat boots. The sleeves were rolled up to reveal tattoos up his forearms and the backs of his hands. There were more tattoos on his neck, and Steve’s eyes glued themselves to the ring through his lip. Guh. “He’s, uh, here for me.”

“Hi Steve,” he watched the lips form. “Was just meeting your lovely mother.” Again there was nothing wrong with the words themselves, nothing anyone could pinpoint or take offense to. But that slithery way he said it with a razor sharp sting, Steve was impressed. He was clearly an expert at this.

Steve tried to school his own expression and voice. “My apologies. Mom, this is Eddie, my boyfriend.”

There was a long silence where he thought his mom was going to combust. She opened and closed her mouth several times, her eyebrows furrowed. He’d never seen her speechless before.

Eddie sent him a smirk and he almost matched it but his mom looked at him finally and stammered, “Y-your, ah, I’m sorry.” She closed her eyes and pulled in a steadying breath. When she opened them she asked, “He’s your boyfriend?”

“Yes ma’am,” Eddie answered from almost behind her now as she turned to question Steve.

“And why is it you didn’t tell us he was coming? Why is he ringing the doorbell like a stranger?”

“I, um, well I did think he’d text when he got here or something…” Steve started, meeting Eddie’s eyes over her shoulder.

“What, and miss out on this warm welcome?” Eddie winked at him but quickly settled his face when his mom turned to him. Doing the exact thing he’d hoped for, Mrs. Harrington remembering she’s leaving a guest out on her doorstep.

Steve delighted in the fact that this was going to be a chess match and his mother was already several moves behind.

Her eyes narrowed and she held a hand out to welcome Eddie in, walking them all into the foyer. “Well, don’t let me stop you, go ahead and greet your boyfriend, Steven.”

It was a challenge, he knew, but they hadn’t discussed this. Eddie was on the ball, however. He continued his momentum to slide a hand under Steve’s suit jacket to settle on his ribs and the other he brought up to cup his face, leaning in and angling their heads together. Steve tried to relax and closed his eyes. Eddie pressed a kiss to the corner of his mouth, but from where his mom was standing she wouldn’t be able to tell.

“Hey, baby. Missed you,” he breathed when he pulled away. Steve was halfway to believing this himself.

“Yeah,” he sighed stupidly.

Eddie pulled his hands away and he almost reached back for them before stopping himself with a shake. He found he’d only gone a foot away when he opened his eyes though. Oh he was in trouble.

His mother cleared her throat from behind Eddie like she hadn’t put them up to this. Steve reached out for his hand and held onto it.

“Okay so I’m going to go introduce him to everyone else,” he said quickly and walked further into the house. Holding his hand.

They made their way through the dining room, Steve taking more and more pleasure with each stilted interaction Eddie weaved through with his family members.

His dad was propped in the living room with his uncle and Steve could feel his eyes on him as they made their way around. He knew his mother had ran to tell him all about it but he wouldn’t take being ignored well. It was making his skin crawl but he knew it would further piss off his dad so he kept it up.

After everyone else had been formally introduced to Eddie and Steve had gulped half a glass of wine, he felt almost ready to go deal with him. He took Eddie’s hand again and turned, but navigated them to the sliding glass door and outside instead.

It was chilly, late November in Indiana, but it felt amazing after the stuffiness of the house.

Steve remembered he still had Eddie’s hand in his and he quickly dropped it. “Uh, you smoke?”

Eddie grinned, all teeth and tongue as he held a battered pack of Newports out to him. “Not usually, really, but it makes for a good prop. Sorry they’re shit.”

“Holy shit. You’re amazing. I mean- perfect, I mean- fuck.” Steve laughed and shook his head. “The on-the-spot fact checking of my aunt’s political shit was next level. You could do this year round and make a killing, man.” He did pull a cigarette out of the pack and Eddie leaned into him, clicking the lighter for him, meeting his eyes as Steve sucked in.

“I don’t-“

The door slid open behind them and Mr. Harrington walked out.

“Looks like you and your date are avoiding me, Steven,” he said. Steve watched as he gave Eddie a very slow up and down look.

“No, dad. Just needed a break. It’s warm in there.” He made his face remain neutral. It’s not like anyone was cooking anything, his mom always got their big family meals catered.

His dad narrowed his eyes at him as he held eye contact, taking a drag from his bummed cigarette.

“Where is Robin today?”

He sighed. “With her family, dad. And for the last time, I’m not dating Robin. She’s a lesbian. This is Eddie, by the way. My date? He’s my boyfriend.”

When Steve had tried to come out as bisexual to his parents, his dad especially had made it clear that he did not accept that about his only child. As the years went on and he hadn’t spoken much about this part of his life, it seemed his dad had hoped it just went away.

Mr. Harrington scoffed, “I don’t understand why you want to throw your life away, Steven. I thought we’d raised you better-“ Eddie made a noise next to him and Steve knew he couldn’t look at him or he’d burst out laughing.

“Save it, dad. Believe it or not I love my life. Which is something I’d never thought I would be able to say. Can you even say that?”

His dad shook his head disappointedly and walked back inside.

“Excellent job. I don’t think you need me here after all,” Eddie joked.

Steve propped himself against the wall of the house, deeply tired from having to defend his choices to his dad for the umpteenth time.

“Maybe not need. But it’s been really fun having you here. Usually dinner conversation is about how big of a disappointment I am. Oh, I guess I didn’t give you that backstory. I’m graduating with my masters in psychology in the spring, and I’ve been early accepted into a PhD program. And there’s no money in helping people,” he chuckled. “So.” He scuffed out the butt with his heel and left it on his dad’s pristine patio.

“Steve. That’s amazing! Congratulations.” Eddie seemed genuinely excited for him and it brought a small smile to his face. “You look like you could really use a hug, man. Can I hug you?”

“Of course.” If he let himself hold on for a few seconds longer than strictly necessary, Eddie allowed it.

Dinner was quiet. His uncle asked Eddie what he did for work and he enthusiastically explained he was a line cook and worked nights at a bar. Steve surreptitiously looked around to take in everyone’s expressions and quickly covered his mouth with his napkin. He actually enjoyed himself during a holiday dinner for the first time he could remember.

Eddie at one point threw an arm around the back of his chair and he leaned in a bit into him, catching the disapproving stares they got from the corner of his eye.

Pie was passed around and by then Steve had had another glass of wine or two. He reached over to thumb the whipped cream from the side of Eddie’s lip without thinking, before popping the thumb into his own mouth. Eddie’s eyes widened and it was on the tip of his tongue to apologize but he caught himself.

“Thanks, babe,” Eddie said with a chuckle.

After saying their awkward goodbyes to everyone, Steve walked Eddie to his van. He looked down at his feet, fiddling with his keys.

“Hey, um, this may be out of left field and let me know if it’s too much, okay?” Eddie waited for Steve to nod. “Do you want to come to my uncle’s with me tomorrow night? It’s just the two of us and he always volunteers to work the holiday. But we do a thing, you know. A-and he’s always bugging me to bring someone.”

Steve blinked. “Would it have to be a fake date? I’m not as skilled at that as you are.”

“No, I mean, it wouldn’t- god I suck. I’m actually asking, like for real. If that’s okay? Just be you. And I’ll just be me.”

“That’s very okay. I’d really like that.” He couldn’t hold back his smile. Taking the chance, he leaned in, Eddie meeting him in the middle to finally press their lips together.

[minarisplaything]

On the Dance Floor ft. NaMo

pairing: Nayeon x Male Reader x Momo rating: T to M-ish range wc: 1.5k warnings: infidelity prompt:

A night out with your girlfriend's "sister" and her friend takes an unexpected turn.

There were certain lines you didn't cross in life. Lines that, even if not legally wrong, were morally pretty fucking bad. And you were sure that sleeping with your girlfriend's older sister was one of them.

In your defense, you hadn't exactly planned on it happening. It was more the culmination of a series of events that had ultimately led you to this point. To crossing the one line you should have never crossed.

It started with your girlfriend Hwang Yeji going out on a world tour with her idol group. From the time it was announced you knew it would mean a lot of time apart from each other. In fact, because of the nature her job you hadn’t even been able to see her off at the airport. Initially you hadn’t thought anything of it. After all, there was facetime and other long-distance ways to stay in contact during the months that she would be gone. However, you soon realized that her absence would be much harder on you then you realized. It also didn’t help that you were operating in completely different timezones.

It was in this downtrodden state that you received a message from Nayeon. An invitation to join her and Momo for a night at the club. It was an invitation that she wasn’t taking no for an answer.

“Oh come onnn, you’ve been moody and couped up inside ever since Yeji left,” Nayeon had whined over the phone.

“Hey, hey, I have not been moody. Plus, I go out still. I go to work, don’t I?”

Nayeon rolled her eyes in response to my answer. Something that I could usually hear in her voice but since we were video calling, I could see the expression for myself. Funny enough, it was through Nayeon and Momo that you had been able to meet Yeji. It had been something of a friend of a friend situation. And while you referred to them as Yeji’s older sisters they weren’t actually. It was just a clever way of referring to them as being in the same company as your girlfriend but having worked there longer.

“That’s not healthy,” Nayeon replied before adding, “Plus you’re going to make Momo sad. I already told her you were coming.”

“Why did you do that?!”

Nayeon merely giggled and shrugged in that mischievous way she did. “So, are you coming then?”

You weighed your options for a moment before finally sighing in defeat, “Alright, alright. I’ll come out with you guys.” You really did need a night out to socialize and unwind after all. If nothing else to take your mind off your longing. Besides, a drink or two wouldn’t hurt.

At least that was what you had thought.

As it would turn out one or two quickly became a few. And a few quickly became lost track of. It seemed you had underestimated just how moody – as Nayeon had put it – you had been lately and how much you desperately needed a night out. It helped that Nayeon and Momo were some of the best company you could go out with; together they were like an unstoppable duo that guaranteed a good time no matter what you were doing. In hindsight, though, it was a recipe for disaster.

“I don’t know how she dances like that,” you commented over the music. More to yourself than to the strawberry blonde sitting across from you.

Your eyes were currently locked on Momo as she danced to the music, seemingly in a zone all her own. Make no mistake about it, your girlfriend was also an extremely talented dancer. But something about the way Momo moved was just more mature, even sensual when she rocked her hips a certain way. It was mesmerizing. Well, that and you had reached the sort of mellowed out stage of night in your drinking. What you didn’t notice was that Nayeon had taken note and was already making plans of her own.

“Dance with me!” her voice snapped you from your trance.

Before you could even begin to protest her hand had grabbed yours and was dragging you to the dance floor, stumbling behind her but managing to hold your balance and not embarrass yourself.

“You know I’m not much of a dancer.”

“Oh, I know. I’ve seen the video!”

You could feel your face growing red at that answer. Knowing that the video of you dancing was out there on someone’s phone and was making the rounds – actually it was better not to think about it. Fortunately, as bad as that video was tonight you had Nayeon’s lead to follow. And while Momo was a dancing goddess, Nayeon was no slouch either.

What started as simply vibing with the music, slowly begin to escalate into something more intimate. A body roll here, taking your hand and placing on her hips there. What finally caused your blood pressure to rise was when her arms looped around your neck and she leaned in. So close that you could feel her hot breath against the skin neck. Was this still dancing?

“Nayeon…”

“Are you guys having all the fun without me?”

Momo’s voice at the shell of your ear caused you to snap out of it. However, while you didn’t know it yet, she wasn’t the savior you thought she was.

“We wouldn’t dream of it,” Nayeon replied, pulling back slightly.

At first you were grateful, you didn’t trust your ability to talk without fumbling your words. Had you been of sound mind you might've questioned what exactly having fun without her and Nayeon’s response implied. But truth be told, none of you were exactly acting responsibly.

You soon felt Momo press up against you from behind while Nayeon turned herself around, her back pressed into your chest. Nayeon’s arms reached back, her hands finding Momo’s body. Similarly, Momo’s hands moved around you, settling on Nayeon’s hips. You were effectively trapped and yet you couldn’t help but feel torn about whether that was a bad thing.

“Is this what it’s like to be the meat in a sandwich?”

You only realized that you had spoken your thoughts out loud when you heard laughter fall from the girl’s lips. A flush of embarrassment colored your checks, doing your best to look anywhere but at them.

“Is that your fantasy?” Nayeon teased.

In that moment she arched her back, pressing her ass right into your groin. To make matters worse, you couldn’t stop a moan from leaving your lips when she did. You didn’t want to admit it but between the close proximity, the alcohol, and the three of you dancing; you were undoubtedly horny.

“I think it’s more of a dream,” Momo piled on, her hands still gripping Nayeon’s waist.

“I don’t know what you two are talking about,” you insisted.

“Hmm, is that you’re final answer?” Nayeon asked, a teasing lint in her tone. “Are you sure you haven’t thought about it?”

As Nayeon dragged out her words she rotated her ass deliberately slow, practically torturous, against your crotch. You managed to bite down on your lip this time, subduing the pleasured moan to just a strong hum that was masked by the sound of the music. [Nayeon turns around and wraps arms around neck]

“You know I don’t think it’s fair that Yeji gets to keep you all to herself,” Nayeon pouted. “Siblings are supposed to share, right?”

You should have said something, disagreeing preferably, but instead your mind was just focused on the feeling of Momo’s hands running over your chest and Nayeon’s eyes staring at you. You had never noticed it before, but she had a piercing gaze. One that had seemed so innocent before, but now you weren’t so sure.

While you froze up, Nayeon took advantage of the silence; pushing up on her toes and pressing a kiss to your lips. At first you were stunned but soon you began to respond. It crossed your inebriated mind that Nayeon’s lips were softer than you had imagined. You felt Momo’s hands softly stroking your back but other than that your surroundings had become a blur. The music of the club became nothing but a distant thumping as Nayeon cupped your face and deepened the kiss.

Her tongue slipped inside your mouth, dancing with your own tentative at first before delving deeper. There should have been some part of you screaming at how wrong this was. Even stopped you from making a mistake you might regret. Instead, your hands were finding their way around her waist; finally caving to the temptation.

When Nayeon pulled back her cheeks were a rosy color, looking at you with a lustful gaze. You were sure you looked equally disheveled and lost at that moment, but you didn’t have much time to reflect on it. Momo’s hands briefly ran down your chest before Nayeon took your hand in hers.

“Let’s get out of here,” she said, holding your gaze before she began to pull you towards the exit.

You didn’t fully know what awaited you for the rest of the night, but you knew you weren’t turning back now.

A/N: Not sure why I never got around to porting my Twice x Male Reader series over here. Probably laziness. Anyway I need some Nayeon and Momo content on my blog so here it is. It was short but hope you enjoyed! Also available on AO3 if you don't want to wait for me to post here. This was originally meant to contain a longer threesome scene at the time of posting but I got writers block. Re-reading it now and after Misamo I might have to re-visit it and give a part two...

[sailoryooons]

T R I C K O R T R E A T

presented by BTS Fantasy and Fangs

Celebrate this Hallows' Eve with legends told by our most esteemed ghouls. Enter worlds of the unknown and lose yourself in these tales. But beware: one might lose themselves in these hallowed stories.

Rating: Works range from SFW and NSFW. Each work will have its own set of warnings.

Note: This collaboration features works written as general works and works that were assigned via a Secret-Santa style within the BTS Fantasy & Fangs server in which writers did not know who was gifting them a work!

LEGENDS COMING THROUGHOUT OCTOBER.

T R I C K S

☾ Title: Devil Town

☾ Pairing: Platonic OT7 x reader

☾ Summary: You take a chance and spend a month in Devil Town: a quaint little place nestled deep in the woods of The Unknown, where the air is always a touch chilly, things are never quite what they seem, and no one will tell you anything.

☾ Genre/AU: Autumn?? A lil spooky, a lil whimsy, a lil mystery; not quite angst, not quite fluff

☾ Rating: PG 

as told by @park-jimin-isnt-real

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☾ Title: Handmaidens

☾ Pairing: OT7 x reader

☾ Summary: When the murder of handmaidens begin in Joseon, you are assigned to serve the throne – the seven imperial princes, sons of Lord Sihyuk. Despite your loyalty, your suspicions begin to rise about the killings. Can you escape the palace before it’s too late? 

☾ Genre/AU: Joseon Era thriller/slasher

☾ Rating: TBD

as told by @eserethriddle

☾ Title: Have Mercy 

☾ Paring: Demon!Jimin x Reader | Alpha!Yoongi x Reader | Demon!Jimin x Alpha!Yoongi 

☾ Summary: As a crossroads demon, Jimin is no stranger to vile creatures. Summoned once more, Jimin is surprised to find one of the purest souls asking for his help. Not only does he accept her deal, but while watching over her, Jimin finds himself falling for the very soul he is meant to devour. Eager to confess, Jimin summons the sweet soul only for his plan to turn sour when someone far more evil finds her alone. 

☾ Genre/AU: Angst | Smut | Strangers to Lovers | Demon AU | A/B/O AU 

☾ Rating: 21+ | Dead Dove: Do Not Eat

as told by @sweetestofchaos

Title: The One who Saved Us All

Pairing: Kim Seokjin x Reader

Summary: It's the annual Halloween celebration in Seoul, where everyone from different walks of life get together and celebrate the history of the Vidyadhara. But when someone decides to cause some trouble, Seokjin's best-kept secret comes to life.

Genre/AU: Halloween, Fluff, Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Disaster?

Rating: Maybe M to MA 15+

as told by @quirkybtsarmy

☾ Title: Simply Meant to Be

☾ Pairing: pumpkin king!jungkook x fem reader

☾ Genre/AU: nightmare before Christmas au, romance, horror, smut

☾ Rating: m (18+)

☾ Summary: You aren’t sure how any of it can be real. This place…these creatures…this man.

You wake up next to a man you’ve never seen before with no memory of who he is or where you are.

But everyone in town seems to know you. You belong to the Pumpkin King. Scared and utterly terrified you run into someone who claims they can help you remember. And now you’re starting to wonder if that’s truly what you want.

as told by @caelesjjk

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T R E A T S

☾ Title: Blessed With A Curse

☾ Pairing: Werewolf!Jungkook x Hybrid!Reader

☾ Summary: When your company throws a mandatory Halloween party, you aren’t thrilled. You’re even less thrilled when a delusional coworker ruins the party and places a curse on everyone because her crush, the resident werewolf, Jeon Jungkook, rejected them. OR When a coworker gets rejected at the company Halloween party, things get crazy.

☾ Genre/AU: Smut, Werewolf AU, Hybrid AU, Modern Magic AU

☾ Rating: NC-17

as told by @sweetestofchaos for @jessikahathaway

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☾ Title: Bump In The Night

☾ Pairing: Bogeyman!Yoongi x f. reader

☾ Summary: The dark can be scary; full of strange, unseen things. Just when you think you’ve got a handle on your fear, the lights go out, and you face the reality that you were always right—you should fear the dark and especially what’s waiting in it.

☾ Genre/AU: Monster Under The Bed, Horror/Thriller, Angst, Smut

☾ Rating: MA

as told by @colormepurplex2 for @minisugakoobies

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☾ Title: Carmen

☾ Pairing: Vampire!Jimin x human!Taehyung

☾ Summary: Taehyung gets lured to an exclusive club by a strange, enchanting woman. What finds him there is much more intoxicating and dangerous. 

☾ Genre/AU: Supernatural, Vampires, Smut

☾ Rating: Explicit/Mature

as told by @sailoryooons for @gimmethatagustd

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☾ Title: Fledgling

☾ Pairing: Jungkook x Namjoon

☾ Summary: Jungkook is tired of his dreary existence. So when a mysterious stranger offers him a way out of life as he knows it, he takes it without hesitation.

☾ Genre/AU: Vampire AU, horror, smut

☾ Rating: 21+ | Dead Dove: Do Not Eat

as told by @theharrowing for @sweetestofchaos

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☾ Title: Love As Soft As a Distant Star

☾ Pairing: Min Yoongi | Reader, Min Yoongi | Park Jimin

☾ Summary: You didn’t mean to fall in love with your husband and fellow Witches’ Councilmember Yoongi, but here you are: in love. (How gauche and not the thing. You’re co-workers, not lovers.) It’s particularly inconvenient since he is in love with someone else. 

☾ Genre/AU: Witch AU, arranged marriage AU

☾ Rating: Explicit/Mature

as told by @vyduan for @colormepurplex2

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☾ Title: Lose Your Head

☾ Pairing: Park Jimin x F!Reader

☾ Summary: As a constable’s assistant you have several duties to him and the police force. Not only as his assistant, but as his dear friend. However, when an ominous summoning sends you and Jimin both to the town of Sleepy Hollow, you fear there might be more at play than either of you understand. And feelings that you’d hope to bury for life bubble to the surface...

☾ Genre/AU: Movie!AU, Thriller, SleepyHollow!AU, Smut, Romance. Rating: 21+

as told by @jessikahathaway for @/sailoryooons

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☾ Title: The Love Witch

☾ Pairing: witch!yoongi x demon!taehyung

☾ Summary: Despite being a popular romance blogger, Yoongi isn’t interested in finding love. He only summons a demon boyfriend to prove to his followers that it’s possible. He’ll send Taehyung right back to Hell once he’s done with him, obviously.

☾ Genre/AU: fantasy, strangers to lovers, fake dating (kinda), light angst, smut, fluff, humor

☾ Rating: 18+

as told by @gimmethatagustd for @theharrowing

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☾ Title: Passage

☾ Pairing: Captain!Yoongi x Dracula!Jimin

☾ Summary: For several years, Min Yoongi and the crew of the Magpie have sailed the perilous waters of the Pacific, surviving treacherous waves and other deadly threats in order to deliver goods to the West. Now, on his final voyage as captain, Yoongi is about to face a danger like none he’s ever seen before - and he may find it too tempting to resist. 

☾ Genre/AU: horror, supernatural, angst, smut, Dracula!AU

☾ Rating: M(18+)

as told by @minisugakoobies for @vyduan

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Disclaimer: This is a collaboration put on for members of the BTS Fantasy and Fangs Server. These stories, characters, and festivals used here are not meant to represent any real or factual people, places, or things.

[grounded-parasocial]

Day 15-Simon’s Month

SECRETS!

Sometimes their relationship is an epic secret, sometimes they keep secrets from each other, sometimes there is a little bubble of secrecy around them and sometimes there’s just a little… withholding-ranging from heartbreaking to hilarious SECRETS!

Reckless Abandon @zee-has-commitment-issues by fandom_commitment_issues (E, 142K)

and Simon Eriksson: Just Some Guy From Biology (G, 5K)

Little Acorns by wilmonlibrarian (not rated- WIP- 40K)

should’ve said no (and you might still have me) @bigalockwood (T- WIP, 42K)

Incognito mode @oneofthosebells (E- WIP, 59K)

Where we left off @gulliblelemon (T, 84K)

No Tomorrow by p_brown (M, 31K)

You Are Unbreaking @unfortunate17 (E, 37K)

and Fools in a Fable (E-WIP, 13K)

Is It Over Now @iwouldnevergetintofanfic (E, 75K)

Hate Me Like You Love Me @in-amor-veritas (E- WIP, 33K)

also We Left Footprints When We Passed By (E, 131K)

also it’s a little too late for us (G, 3K)

@hillerskaconfession @piebingo (T, 2K)

You’ve Began To Feel Like Home @s0urcandy112112321 (E- WIP, 207K)

The Royal Secret by rainboze00 (M, 52K)

You and me, meant to be by makeamends (M, 20K)

Pretty Boy by littlemessss (E, 105K)

In Another Life @ungaroyals (E, 100K)

Constellations of Love @simons-purplehoodie (M, 79K)

I want you (to take me out) by witchjeans (E, 30K)

roads lead back to you by insieme (M- WIP, 22K)

take any heat - take mine @royalwilmon (E, 31K)

Faroe gone @groenendaelfic (E- WIP, 36K)

and The Prince and the Barista (E- WIP, 48K)

Play my song byElin98 @ishotforthestars (G, 54K)

Chasing Our Sunlight by fitz_y (E, 137K) Series Yours to Keep

You Kill Me @saynomorefic (E- WIP, 32K)

Language of Roses by despssurlaneige (E- WIP, 462K)

There are SO many versions of secrets in fanfiction with these two. The list it is very very long, especially if you include every time their relationship is a secret, so I did my best to trim it down. (I may have to make a separate- secret relationship- post 🤷🏻‍♀️)

It’s a community so share your secret fics if I missed (or haven’t read) any!!

Happy reading! 💜

[madaboutmunson]

Manowar

Prompt | "Gladiator" WC | 1303 Rating | T CW | Fighting Tags | Steve/Eddie, Fluff, Flirting, Fighting

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It hadn't meant to go this way for Eddie. This wasn't the kind of performer he had signed up to be. He sat with his still-wet post-wash hair, pulling on his armour and perusing the wall opposite for his weapon of choice.

He wondered who he would be facing today, where they would come from, why they had been thrown down here with him, or for some, why they would, of their own free will, come here to prove their prowess.

He could hear the crowd's roar as whoever it was, succeeded in their current stage of proceedings.

“Are you not entertained?” He heard a voice cry out, and that must be them. Cocky.

Eddie liked cocky. He liked sweeping the legs of cocky and looking down on them with a sneer and patronising laugh after they had looked at him like he didn't stand a chance.

The bigger they are, the harder they fall, was true…Sometimes. But the bigger the ego you get to crush, the sweeter the victory was true always.

Being a favourite in the arena, he often left him for last, and as the man cried out, “I don't think there is a single man here that can defeat me,” the crowd responded the only way they knew how when a contender mocked their sacred place of entertainment. They called his name—not his real name, of course—the name they had bestowed on him.

Manowar.

Not only because he was deadly, or his flowing tendrils of hair,  but one touch and his opponent was done for. Some opponents gave their openings for attack easily; they were clumsy and oafish. Others defended tightly, and though they were more of a challenge, he still would eventually find one, way before they found his.

“Man-o-war! Man-o-war!” the crowd got louder, and unlike the gods of old when Eddie’s worshippers called, he heeded them, stood tall, and walked out to defend their honour. As he walked out, the crowd whipped into a frenzy, and he was glad he’d chosen to wear his sunglasses to walk out with because they never fixed that damn spotlight that nearly blinded half the cast as they emerged at the top of the ramp. Also, it looked pretty lame, shielding your eyes from the light or squinting.

The presenter was about to say something, but Eddie ripped the mic from their hands. “Where is this pretender in my arena?” he sneered venomously, and the fans were out of their seats, waving his own merch or homemade signs back at him. “He’s right over their M-M-Manowar.” The presenter did an excellent job of acting afraid. Those improv classes he’d recommended were really paying off for him.

“And what does the pipsqueak do?” Eddie scoffed.

“He’s an elementary school teacher, sir.”

Eddie laughed loud and long in the best supervillain maniacal style possible. He tutted and shook his head, “And what name will I be hammering into his tombstone after I’m done here?”

The room fell away as two words pierced the air, coming from another mic in the arena, “Steve Harrington!” the voice rang out,  “and I’ll be the one chipping away Manowar when we’re done.” The breath that caught in his throat took his trash-talking with it, but he couldn’t lose his facade. He heard a section of kids cheer on their teacher loudly, and finally, a face he had never forgotten but had never expected to see again walked into the spotlight in front of the podiums they would battle on. Another reason Eddie was glad of the sunglasses was that they couldn't see the widening of his eyes as his greatest weakness came into view. A handsome guy with an ass you could bounce a nickel off of.

“Enough of the chit-chat,” Eddie grumbled. Play pushed the presenter away from him, stomped over to the podium, and tried his best not to flash a charming smile at the playboy he went to school with.

The battle lasted a matter of minutes, but Eddie let Steve get a few shots in before taking him down with his pugil stick, with a rapid strike to that plush behind and sent him tumbling to the crash mats below.

As was procedure, Eddie stood over him and mocked him but called for a mic as he poked at a reeling-from-the-fall Steve. “You were foolish to set forth that challenge to the arena, knowing I reside here,” Eddie's voice boomed around the arena. THIS IS MY HOUSE!” he bellowed, and the fans went crazy—all except the small pocket of kids and parents who had their Mr Harrington sign. For the first time, Eddie paused and looked around the crowd. “However, you did get a few amateur shots in. I enjoyed our duel. You were an adequate opponent for a change, “he said with overall arrogance but a tinge of compassion. He extended his hand down towards Steve, who grasped it quickly and firmly, allowing Eddie to pull him to his feet. Eddie gave him a nod and handed the mic back to the presenter to interview Steve post-duel and walked back to the changing room, signing a few things he could grab as he passed and waving to the fans, accepting cheers and boos with equal appreciation. As he started to get out of his garish outfit, he was startled by a much closer-than-expected but gentle “Hey.” Eddie jumped out of his skin, much to Steve’s amusement. “You shouldn’t be back here; this is for the regular cast only,” Eddie said half-heartedly. “I know, but I mean, I’m going home now anyway, thanks to you,” Steve said, still shining with sweat. His hair was unleashed from the helmet and looked, unfortunately, better than ever. He folded his arms and leaned against the wall, and Eddie felt like a teenager again, watching Steve chat to some girl against the lockers. “Do you want an autograph or something?” Eddie huffed out a laugh and continued to get undressed, shamelessly testing a theory. Or maybe it was a hopeless dream. Steve’s eyes regretfully stayed on Eddie's face, and his dream was dashed. “Yeah, the kids would love that, actually,” he answered.

Eddie put his hands on his hips as he reached for his towel and washbag, “It usually helps if you hand over the things you want to be signed, Harrington.” “Well, I don't have them here,” Steve laughed.

Now Eddie was really confused. “So why are you back, he—” is all he managed to get out before he found his back up against the cold tiled wall, the tip of his nose brushing his, and one of Steve's hands planted firmly on the wall right next to his head. Steve’s shuddered breaths mingled with Eddie’s own, the mutual moisture settling light on his lips and fading away.

“I was thinking I could take you out to dinner, and then you could sign the other things at mine. Maybe for round two?” Steve’s intense but hooded gaze was flitting between Eddie's eyes and mouth, and he could hardly believe his luck. He wondered if he’d stepped in here, slipped and bumped his head.

Eddie licked his lips, almost catching Steve’s as he did so. A confident smirk began to creep on his lips. “Want me to send you crashing to the floor again, big boy?” Steve smiled and slowly created space between them again, taking Eddie’s sharpie and his wrist to extend out his arm to write something on it, “Dont wash it off, Munson. Meet me here at eight,” he said calmly with a wink and left Eddie to slump to the bench and wonder what the hell just happened.

Two things were for sure: he was washing with one arm out of the shower, and he would not be late.

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[outercrasis]

The Distance - Ch 13

Pairing: Din Djarin x Pilot F!Reader (reader is petite/no other descriptors)

Word Count/Rating: 4.8k / T (will become M/E in later chapters)

Summary: Time to meet a new (old) friend.

Warnings: some general angst (nothing too heavy), alcohol consumption

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Din doesn’t offer any additional details about Mos Pelgo or whoever you're supposed to be dropping in on. You put together a small bag, prepping for a couple days away from your ship. Tex seems more nervous than you do.

“I know buddy, but I'll still be on planet,” you placate. “It's a good opportunity to test out these long range comms too. You can send me whatever updates you want while I'm gone.”

Tex beeps lowly, reluctantly accepting the situation. You don't blame him – you can't remember the last time you left Tex or the Chimera for more than a single night.

“Got ‘em!” You hold up your old goggles triumphantly, finally locating them at the bottom of a long forgotten pack. “Knew I still had these somewhere.”

Peli is already waiting for you at the bottom of the Chimera's ramp. You can see why Din likes her – she feels like a crazy aunt that you only see once a cycle, while also being able to intuit things better than anyone else you know.

“What should I know about her?” Peli asks. You can't help but smile.

Thirty minutes later and you've given her the  rundown of the Chimera's basics. Tex has instructions to share schematics with Peli when needed and is officially given authority over the pit droids. He's not so secretly thrilled by that fact. Knowing that Peli is the mastermind behind the N1 calms any of your bigger anxieties about leaving your baby behind for repairs.

Din is already standing by the speeder bike when you’re done. It’s a bigger model that could probably support a sidecar, but there are none of those in sight. The only option is to sit on the bike with Din. You steel yourself, trying to push down your hurt feelings. There’s no point in lingering on them right now when you’re about to be in very close quarters with him. 

You give Grogu a couple pats goodbye and then shove your bag into one of the saddlebags already attached to the bike. 

“Is it comfortable?” Din asks. You're more than a little lost.

“My bag?”

He chuckles, the low noise just managing to bypass the vocoder. “No, the holster.”

It's the first time you've been able to wear it since he got it for you. Sure, you've worn it around the Chimera a few times, but never out in the world. “It's good.”

If you were in a better mood you might tell him that it fits like a glove – that you can almost forget you have it on. You don't know how he managed to find a holster that feels like it was made for you.

“Good.”

You climb onto the bike, moving yourself forward to make it easier for Din. He turns and says something to Peli you don’t catch before getting onto the bike behind you. It’s tight, but you both fit. 

You’re hyper aware of his body around yours. The firm, cool beskar at your back, the way his legs bracket around yours, his arms caging you in as he reaches up to the handlebars. You barely have enough presence of mind to pull your goggles down before he takes off, launching the two of you into the vast expanse of the desert.

You wish you could enjoy this more. This is the closest and longest you have ever been next to Din and yet you're stuck in a terrible mood. With nothing to distract you, his stupid words are running on a loop in your head. 

Just a pilot.

Even worse is that you're getting upset with yourself as well as Din. You don't know why you can't let it go. Why the words wormed their way into the worst part of your brain, plaguing you and making you feel childish. He probably didn't mean anything by it. You wish you could convince yourself of that.

The speeder bike is doing nothing to improve your mood. While the bike is capable of carrying two, that doesn’t mean it was built for it. Peli was right when she said it was junk – the seat cushion barely offers a modicum of support. 

Din’s position on the bike is so firm you can’t move or readjust at all. It was fine at first, making you feel a bit safer, protected by him on the dangerously fast bike. Now though, your body aches. Your refusal to create any additional points of contact between your bodies beyond what's unavoidable isn't helping either.

Your muscles demand to move, one of your legs half asleep from the position it’s in. Only your hands are free to move but you can’t decide what to do with them, so you settle for relaxing them in your lap until that gets uncomfortable after a while. Logically you know this isn’t actually Din’s fault, but the irrational side of your brain is winning. You feel trapped, stuck in one place on the machine until Din determines that it’s time to stop. You aren’t even sure of a way to signal to him to let him know that you need a quick pause to stretch.

You endure for a bit longer before deciding that you can’t continue. You don’t know how far away Mos Pelgo is and your body feels like it’s being turned into stone from inactivity. Even if it’s only for a few minutes, you need to stretch your legs. You decide to tap Din’s leg and try to look up at him. He gets your message because soon the speeder slows down and comes to a stop.

“What’s wrong?” Din asks.

“I need to stretch. I haven’t moved in too long and I’m way too stiff,” you explain. 

Din gets off of the bike first. You keep your eyes firmly planted forward, unwilling to watch and risk an awkward situation.

You stretch your arms and back first before moving from the seat. Your spine pops and you can feel your muscles rejoice from the new movement. You swing your leg around and go to step off the bike, only to have your legs give out and nearly fall face first into the sand. It appears that your leg was more than half-asleep in its crunched position.

You’re saved by Din’s quick reflexes, catching your arm and holding you up before you fall completely. “You okay, can’gal?”

“Yeah, I’m fine,” you mumble, pulling your arm from his hold. You do your best to ignore the painful tingles in your leg as blood flow and feeling returns. You scan the landscape as you continue to stretch. It’s desolate, countless dunes of sand as far as the eye can see. Yet the planet is beautiful in its own way – a sterile kind that is unique with its twin suns shining brightly overhead.

After about five minutes of stretching and moving around, you turn back to Din. He’s leaning against the speeder with his arms casually folded over his chest. He looks like he should be on the cover of Speeders Weekly.

“I’m ready. Mind telling me how much farther we have?”

You climb back on and Din follows. “About another hour and a half. Think you can hold on that long?”

You glance up at him behind you. “It would be easier without your giant body blocking me in, but I think I’ll make it.”

Din lets out a distorted chuckle at your barb. He gives your legs a quick squeeze with his own. You ignore the skip in your heartbeat. “You can move if you need to, just don’t fall off.”

“How can I, with you in the way?”

Din laughs again and starts up the speeder. You pull your goggles back down and he takes off, launching you back over the endless sand dunes.

Nearly two hours later, Din’s prediction a little off, you can see Mos Pelgo in the distance. The twin suns hang low in the sky and cast barely enough light to see by. The second half of the speeder ride wasn’t as bad. It was shorter and the suns sinking had alleviated much of the heat. 

You felt a bit more comfortable moving when your body began to stiffen which helped to prevent more pain. At some point you even begin to relax – if you ignored how uncomfortable the seat was beneath you it wasn’t so bad. Din’s chestplate acted as a nice backrest for you and you can tell he tried to position his legs to give yours more room. They didn't start tingling again at least.

Once you see the tiny settlement on the horizon you feel your stomach drop. Your palms are getting sweaty and you know it has nothing to do with the planet’s heat. This town clearly doesn’t have much and you wonder why Din made his way out here before. Did he track a bounty all this way? And who could compel him to return? Whoever they were, they must be pretty to come out here for a visit.

Din slows the speeder bike as you roll into town and you see a few people wandering around Mos Pelgo. You expect them all to stare in wonder or fear like what normally happens when Din comes into a town. Instead, you can hardly believe your eyes as they… wave? Are the people in this town actually waving at the big scary Mandalorian? Maker, what is this place? It’s unlike any experience you’ve ever had with Din at your side before.

Din stops the speeder outside of the cantina. He hops off and offers you a hand. You still feel anxious and a large part of you doesn’t want to take it, but you can’t fully trust your legs at the moment. His hand is firm in yours and you can’t help but feel a small amount of comfort at the touch.

The cantina is as small and cozy as you've ever seen one. The lights are low, half the tables taken up by patrons. There's a comfortable murmur filling the air that mixes with the jizz music coming from a jukebox in the corner.

Din guides you towards one of the rounded booths. You've never seen him this relaxed in a public setting before. His visor is scanning the room but the looseness of his shoulders tells you he’s not looking for a threat.

You figure you'll know this mystery person when you see them. Din might be hidden away under all that armor, but somehow the only the prettiest of people find their way to him. You've seen more than a few brave souls be turned away. Nerves get the better of you and you begin to absentmindedly pick at your fingers.

Moments later, a drawl comes from above you. “Well I'll be.”

You look up and see a tall, lanky but not awkward man standing in front of you and Din. He’s got a sideways grin plastered on his face, which should look more ridiculous than it does. His silver hair looks as though it was nicely styled like his short beard before the desert winds blew through it. His eyes are bright and you’re tempted to describe them as sparkling.

“Mando,” he says in a friendly greeting while sticking his hand out towards Din for a handshake.

“Marshal,” Din shakes the man’s hand. He turns to you and gestures to his acquaintance. “Meet Cobb Vanth, Marshal of Mos Pelgo.”

“Nice to meet you.”

Cobb turns his smile to you and you’d be lying if you said you didn’t feel yourself melt a little. You already understand why Din would want to come out here for a visit – this man could probably charm just about anyone.

“And just who might you be, darlin’? Don’t tell me you’re somehow that little green kid he had with him before.”

That makes you laugh out loud. “No, I’m not.” You offer up your name along with your hand to shake. Cobb takes your hand and presses a soft kiss against your knuckles. You have to admit, he’s smooth. Din gives a small cough from his side of the booth.

“Sorry there Mando, just couldn’t help myself,” Cobb says, winking at you. Oh, he’s very smooth.

“Sure you couldn’t.”

Cobb sits on your other side, across from Din, and hails the bartender over. He sets down three cups and an entire jug of spotchka. The Marshal must be well liked then, you think, if the bartender is willing to part with a jug so easily. Cobb pours all three glasses, which strikes you as odd, considering that he should know Din doesn’t eat or drink with others. Din doesn’t say anything about it though, so you keep quiet as well.

“What brings you out this way?” Cobb asks as he passes the cups around.

“Had the time. I was told you came back here after your time in the bacta tank.”

Just how many friends does Din have on this backwater rock? You thought you were getting to know one another – two loners who found each other – and here he is with a number of mystery friends he never speaks of. Maybe you had misjudged the closeness of your relationship.

“Nowhere else for me to go,” Cobb says. “Besides, the new arm works for intimidation purposes.”

With a flick of his wrist, a small blaster pops up out of the Marshal's robotic arm. It probably doesn't have any more power than a hold-out blaster, but it gets a message across. Din doesn't even flinch.

As close as you are to each other, you're able to see the gears whirring in his arm and follow the different lines and parts as they travel up towards his shoulder. His mod isn't the fanciest you've ever seen but it's still a work of art.

“Marshal, do you mind if I take a look?” you ask, gesturing towards his arm. He seems proud of it, so you don't think he'll mind the request.

He puts the blaster away, setting his arm down on the table in front of you. “Not at all. Just don't touch with that part there, sends my nerves ablaze if it's messed with.”

This new man is just as much of a mystery to you as the other one at the table. Din took months before he'd let you poke around at his armor’s electronic components and that wasn't even fully attached to his body. Meanwhile Cobb is more than happy to have you take a look while also revealing its biggest weakness.

Din and Cobb's conversation fades away as you look over his arm. This kind of fine mechanical work is always tricky, ten times more when you factor in the biological component. Cobb allows you to move his arm in whatever way you see fit, easily answering the questions that you’re mostly muttering to yourself. You ignore Din’s weighty stare.

“You’ve got a thing of beauty there, Marshal,” you say as you complete your observations.

“Well that's not a word I hear that often,” he defers. “And please, call me Cobb.”

“Somehow I doubt that, Cobb.”

He laughs loudly. “Well shoot. You've got one heck of a girl here, Mando.”

You glance over at Din. He's as stoic as ever. You're left floundering – no longer truly understanding your relationship with him or his relationship to Cobb. Irritation bubbles over.

“Not his girl. Just a pilot.” You throw back the shot of spotchka in front of you, ignoring the burn as it goes down.

“Duly noted,” Cobb says, giving you a small nod. You don’t look over at Din. You don’t want to see his reaction.

The three of you are able to fall into easy conversation from there. You discover the connection between Cobb and Din – You mean you haven’t told her ‘bout me? I’m hurt Mando, real hurt – and you decide you can’t imagine Mandalorian armor on Cobb. There’s just something about him that doesn’t work quite right with your picture. He’s too casual, too comfortable with himself to ever need a second skin over top. He's also too skinny you decide, not nearly broad enough to fill out Mandalorian armor as it should be.

You don't try to hide your fascination as Cobb regales you with the tale of the krayt dragon. "I thought he was a goner for sure, getting eaten like that. Just when I'm thinkin' the worst out he comes, flying out of the beast's mouth like some sorta hero."

You turn to Din, the spotchka in your system removing any embarrassment as you openly gape at him. "Is he telling the truth?" you ask. It's not that you don't trust Cobb, but the whole thing is so remarkable that it's hard to believe.

"He's making it sound like more than it was. I was covered in it's bile, I stunk for weeks after that."

You learn about Mos Pelgo, how Cobb came to be its Marshal, and how the town has been getting on since the dragon's death. He tells you about the run-ins with the Pyke Syndicate and how he came to lose his arm.

Through all the replays of Din and Cobb's greatest hits, you figure that if there are any kind of romantic feelings between the two, it's never elevated beyond some flirtation. It makes you feel foolish for ever getting jealous in the first place. Old habits and ways of thinking die hard, you suppose.

The spotchka goes down easy, a welcome distraction from any unhappy thoughts lingering in the back of your mind. Cobb continues to flirt with you throughout the night, serving as another nice distraction. You know you shouldn't encourage it, but his open attraction and the alcohol make it difficult to resist. Sure, he is a bit skinny, a bit talkative, and his skin isn't as sun-kissed as you preferred, but he could do. 

As the night wears to a close, you can feel sleep begin to pull at the corners of your mind. The long day in the sun combined with the alcohol you consumed start working together to make your body shut down. You hardly register as Din asks Cobb where the two of you can stay for the night.

You pull yourself out of the booth, slapping your cheeks gently to try and clear up the fog in your mind. You regain enough clarity to function without assistance. After Din grabs your bags off the speeder, you both follow Cobb as he leads you both to the single spare room above the cantina.

"Sorry it ain't much, but as you know we don't get many visitors out here," Cobb says as he opens the door.

He's right. It isn't much. Just a tiny square room with a bed and a dresser with a 'fresher attached. You're happy to note that it all looks clean though, devoid of the layer of sand that seems to cover everything on Tatooine.

"It'll be just fine, thank you Marshal," you tell him. Cobb tips an imaginary hat and throws a wink at you. He gives Din a wink too, which makes you snort. He then walks away, throwing a goodnight over his shoulder.

You shake your head, amused, and follow Din into the room. Rather than flounder about the sleeping arrangements, you grab some clothes from your bag and go into the 'fresher, determined to get off at least some of the day's grime. You're disappointed with a sonic shower, although you weren't sure what else you expected, being on a desert planet. Still, it provides some relief and you change into some clean clothes to sleep in. You splash a small amount of water on your face from the sink and gulp some down in your cupped hands.

"All yours," you announce as you walk back into the small room. 

Din doesn't say anything, but he goes into the 'fresher and closes the door just a bit too hard. Was he mad about something, you wonder? Although you've hit your second wind, the alcohol is still playing with your thoughts. Maybe he's just moody from the long day.

He doesn't take long in there, certainly less time than your small tipsy fumbles, and comes back out still fully dressed. You push yourself up onto your elbows in the bed and look him over. "Take off the armor," you tell him.

"You're drunk,” he responds.

“Yeah? And why does that matter?” you ask. Din doesn’t reply. You sigh and drop backwards to stare up at the ceiling. 

“There’s no way you can be comfortable sleeping in all of that metal. So just take it off and get in the bed. I’m obviously not talking about the helmet.”

You stay staring at the ceiling. It’s a fairly comfortable position, head cushioned in the pillows, while you try to not make him uncomfortable. 

You aren’t really sure why this is such a big deal to him tonight. He’s taken off his beskar in front of you plenty of times now. Yet maybe something had changed between the two of you again without you noticing. You were just a pilot to him, maybe that meant some of his walls were coming back up? Desperately, you tried to ignore the stab of pain that thought caused you. You don’t want to lose Din to the cold, distant Mando you met so many months ago, especially not without knowing why. The thought is too much to bear.

You turn on your side, away from Din, offering him extra assurance that you weren’t just trying to perv on him as he removed his armor. You know he's caught you staring more than a few times around the Chimera. Did that bother him? You should have asked.

Part of you knows you should be more nervous about sharing a bed with Din – particularly with this growing gulf between the two of you. This is intimate in a way, isn’t it? Sharing a space to sleep like this? Yet, whether it’s the influence of the alcohol or the exhaustion, you can’t find it within yourself to be flustered over it. It’s practical anyway. You both need sleep and Mos Pelgo only has the one room and bed to offer. One of you sleeping on the floor would be stupid. You try to convince yourself that if only Din would stop being ridiculous and get into the bed, things would be just fine again – right?

After what seems like an eternity, you hear metal pieces begin to clank down together on the dresser. A small smile works its way across your lips and you’re happy that for once it’s your face hidden away from his. He’s hesitant maybe, but not uncomfortable enough to keep the heavy armor on. Knowing that things are okay enough, your eyes shutter closed and a deep sleep carries you away.

Din is surprised to discover that you’re already asleep when he climbs into bed. You seemed so awake a few moments ago when he started taking off his armor. He’s still kicking himself for his reaction. 

Of course you meant for him to take it off to go to sleep, not... anything else. Why would you? You’ve been acting off ever since landing on Tatooine. You wouldn’t suddenly be asking him for that, not now. Not that you would want anything like that with him anyway – Din feels like a monster for thinking that way about you.

Looking down at you, Din ruminates a bit more. Somehow between all of the bounties, long hours, injuries, and repairs, you worked your way into his heart. Part of him doesn’t want to admit it still, that you have such a large effect on him, but it gets harder with every passing day. Touches and stares linger for longer and Din takes notice of your bashfulness every time he calls your name. Until today.

Din hasn’t been able to figure out what has caused the change. Soon after landing in Tatooine you brushed him off, distancing yourself from him. He knew the speeder bike situation wasn’t ideal, but usually you would have handled something like that with more tact, not the brash way you questioned Peli about another bike. You were tense for the longest time on the bike, not relaxing until the small break you took part way through the ride. Were you just upset to be stuck on Tatooine? Bothered by the beating the Chimera took? Or had he done something?

He was leaning towards the idea that he had done something to upset you. Just a pilot. Those words bounced around in his mind. 

He panicked when Peli asked who you were and those had been the first words out of his mouth. He hardly even considered the way they would sound. The way you repeated those words to Cobb, it felt like a slap to the face.

The town marshal wasn't helping anything either. Watching the two of you was making his blood boil. He likes the man, killing a krayt dragon together has that effect, but he has few qualms about punching the Marshal in the face right about now. He stared at you so openly, flirted so shamelessly, and you reciprocated. If Din was a lesser man he would have thrown you over his shoulder and carted you out of the cantina.

His mind continued to swirl and wander. Was it simply being stuck on Tatooine that made you change? Did being stuck here, with no agenda as you put it earlier, make you realize flying around with him was not the life you wanted? 

Of course you didn’t want to be stuck, tied down to a man who couldn’t even show you his face, who couldn’t even admit what you were to him. Cobb was able to make his intentions towards you obvious from the first words he spoke. You deserved that, not the brief, vague moments of intimacy Din had to offer.

Din looks away from you, trying to close his heart off from you, deciding that it’s what's best. He makes himself comfortable, lying on his back, helmet cushioned by the pillow.

He reopens his eyes just as soon as he closes them. You've repositioned yourself in your sleep, turning over and wrapping an arm firmly around his waist, face tucked into his side. 

The touch makes him nervous, unsure of how to react to the foreign embrace. His resolve to give you up quickly crumbles. Din’s never had this. He’s thought of it before, but it was all theoretical. This is real and unlike anything he ever imagined.

Part of him feels perverted for enjoying it as much as he is and so quickly after realizing you deserved more than him. You’re asleep and you fell asleep facing the other direction – you had no control over this, no consent. 

Despite those protests, he can’t help but sink into your touch. He repositions his arm, wrapping it around you, which causes you to shift your head up onto his chest. His breathing stops for a minute, terrified that you’ll wake up and pull away, but you remain lost in blissful dreams. The feeling of your warm body pressed against his, hand fisting into his shirt, the gentle rise and fall of your back against his palm while you breathe, is almost more than he can handle.

Din lies there for a few minutes, trying to commit every sensation, every sound you make to memory. It’s overwhelming and yet he craves more. With the helmet on in this position, he can’t get the right angle to look down at you. A risky idea runs through his mind and once again he ignores his protesting thoughts, following the path your touch has sent him down. 

He calls your name twice, softly, just to test how deeply you’re sleeping. When you don’t do so much as twitch, he decides it’s safe enough. 

Carefully, Din removes his helmet with his hand that isn’t holding onto you. He doesn’t set it down, holding onto it in case he needs to quickly put it back on. Vision unobscured, he looks down at you wrapped around his body. Din finds himself dumbstruck.

That moment secures your position in his mind as the most beautiful thing in the whole of the galaxy. You look so peaceful, any worries wiped clean from your face. Your mouth is slightly open and although Din knows that means you’ll probably drool on him, he can’t bring himself to care. Your hair is a beautiful mess and Din thinks back to the one time he was able to touch it before, back on Rishi with you half-conscious from a concussion. He's really got to stop having these moments while you aren't awake.

Moving more cautiously than he ever has before, Din dips his head down and presses a gentle kiss against the top of your head. He whispers cyar’ika to you and dares to kiss you again. With one final look and a shaky breath, Din slips his helmet back on. He knows he’ll never get to sleep otherwise, far too tempted to spend the rest of his night just staring at you.

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HP FESTS: Dramione Month (Part 8)

Dramione Month 2024:

Better Off Dead by galaxy_skies - T, one-shot - fter two months of research and asking around, Hermione had finally settled on a tattoo parlor. She wanted something to mark the end of the war – a tangible mark on her skin that said I survived. But she wasn’t an artist and she was indecisive to a fault, so gathering the courage to actually visit the tattoo parlor took her another two weeks. With a deep breath she pushes the door open. The store is in a dangerous part of London – dingy and unkempt – and if not for the glowing reviews scattered around on enthusiast websites, she wouldn’t believe the place was fit for a cockroach. But inside – a threadbare sofa and walls filled with black and white art – the place is clean. There’s a smell of disinfectant overpowering the faint smell of cigarette smoke, and as the bell jangles behind her a coarse voice yells out. “With you in a minute, love.”

Closeness by Hyemi_28 - M, one-shot - Hermione was dragged into a cell of the Malfoy Manor's dungeon, after Harry and Ron couldn't free her from Bellatrix's hands... She wants to survive, but Fenrir Greyback wants her to himself... Bellatrix locked Draco to that cell too, to punishes him because of his disobedience... They have to share the dark and cold cell and he wants her to survive this at any cost.

theo’s meddling services by greenappletheory - E, one-shot - Theo Nott decides to meddle in Draco Malfoy's love life using a cursed closet that will not unlock until an orgasm is reached.

The Secrets Under Your Skin by galaxy_skies - T, one-shot - It was, perhaps, karmic retribution that led Draco Malfoy to being stuck in the lift. He’d complained about having to take one at all as Hermione rolled her eyes and explained that they were perfectly safe and they were not taking thirty flights of stairs back down from the conference room, thank you very much Malfoy, she was in heels.

Heat Waves by saneasluna - M, one-shot - ”Is he watching?” Malfoy whispered behind her, his breath hot on her skin. Hermione felt his lips brush the shell of her ear as he spoke, and she suppressed a shiver, despite the humid night.

The Only One by Dara_Art, Tippilo - E, one-shot - “Is that what you’re wearing?” Ginny asks, inspecting Hermione’s all black dress. “I mean, not that you don’t look positively ravishing, but are you really going to wear black to your wedding?” Hermione glares at her friend. “I think it’s perfectly appropriate when you are marrying Draco Malfoy. This is a day of mourning.”

This Time by Lexxus - not rated, one-shot - Draco and Hermione broke up two months ago. To keep up appearances, they pretend to still be together. A text conversation uncovers lingering feelings, misunderstandings, and the prospect of a sweet happy ending.

roken & Bruised by galaxy_skies - T, one-shot - Hermione was supposed to be enjoying her Friday evening off from work. But her telephone had rang unexpectedly at half-ten with a harried-sounding nurse insisting that she come to the hospital and pick up her boyfriend. Flustered, Hermione had agreed and then stared at the phone receiver after the nurse had hung up. She didn’t have a boyfriend. But someone had used her name and muggle phone number to pretend that she did.

War opposites by Hyemi_28 - M, one-shot - Draco and Hermione meet in the heat of the battle and the danger and heightened emotions lead them on a new path...

Lord Granger by Sessediz - T, one-shot - In which Draco is absolutely thrilled to find out the results of the Ministry's magical and mundane compatibility test 💌

Overture by Zeebee3 - E, one-shot - He was skeptical, and his question was imbued with it. “You’re seriously okay with having to hug me for four and a half minutes?” Her arms tightened but her chin lifted a stubborn half inch. “We don’t have a choice. Professor Trelawney—” “I know, I know.” He rubbed over his brow, needing a moment to acclimate to the concept that for the next almost-five-minutes, he’d be hugging Hermione Granger. And not only hugging but holding, the position so intimate he’d blushed at the in-class demonstration performed by two simulacra transfigured from a cobweb. --- Or, Draco and Hermione are partnered for an unification assignment.

Does This Feel Like Love? by galaxy_skies - M, one-shot - Draco does what he’s told. Learning Occlumency just gave him another way to compartmentalise – another way to distance himself from his own actions. From his own bloody hands.

Drips and Drabs by augustaoctavia - not rated, WIP - no summary

Locked Doors by galaxy_skies - T, 2 chapters - “Right.” Pansy all but tosses Hermione into the room – ignores her startled cry – and glares at them both. “Draco is in love with you.” She points at Hermione. “Hermione is in love with you.” She points towards Draco. “Figure it out.” Pansy throws up both of her hands.

Commutatio Conscientia by Undercover_ballerina (undercover_ballerina) - T, one-shot - When Lucius is freed from Azkaban and sent to the Manor on house arrest, Draco is worried he might pull some tricks.

Dimwits & Dragons by avaclava (PaperCraneAudiobooks) - E, one-shot - Draco discovers the magic of muggle tabletop RPG's and their power to bring people together.

Cat-astrophic Conclusions by saneasluna - G, one-shot - After months of domestic bliss, Draco Malfoy begins to piece together the clues; his girlfriend has a secret child with another man - right?

Letters from the past by Undercover_ballerina (undercover_ballerina) - G, one-shot - Neville is the new Headmaster, while he waits for the students to arrive, he receives a package. [WARNINGS: Character Death]

Sacrifices by Hyemi_28 - M, one-shot - Hermione accidentally get pregnant from Draco before the war and she have to make her sacrifices...

Sunshine After the Rain by galaxy_skies - T, one-shot - Like waves crashing into the shore, they’d collided after the war. Not just one mistake, but a pattern of repeated behaviour they should have never indulged in. His breath hot against her neck while he pushed her up against the wall, the way he’d groan her name in a broken whisper when they were finished. The way she’d knot her fingers in his hair as though she never wanted to let him go. But she had. All because he’d lost himself too deeply in the churning waters of his heart and whispered his feelings against her freckled skin.

don't blame me by goldrushrenegade - M, one-shot - Her voice is thin, on the verge of breaking, “What the fuck happened?” His hands push hers out of the way, pushing his shirt back down. She lets him, brain stuck. The image of the freshly cut scars is vivid in her mind, burned into her eyes. She doesn’t need the wounds in front of her to be able to remember them clearly. “There was a misunderstanding,” he says bitterly. Her eyes return to his face. Voice measured and deliberate, she asks, “Who did this?” - Don't blame Hermione for what she does when she finds out who tried to kill her boyfriend.

After Tonight by Dizzle00 - E, one-shot - Hermione gazed at herself in the mirror, changing her earrings for the third time that evening. Her black cocktail dress was shorter than anything she’d typically wear, her black stilettos much higher than she’d normally risk, and her lips painted with a darker shade of red than she’d usually dare. But tonight was far from ordinary; the stakes were far too high—it would be her last chance. Lately, she had buried herself in work, attempting to distract herself from the ache in her chest, knowing that after tonight, Malfoy would be gone.

call me draco by thatblondebitvh - M, one-shot - "Why, out of all people, me?” He raised an eyebrow, waiting. A drop of wine got caught in the corner of his mouth, threatening to drip down his chin. She clung to it like it were her lifeline, only to watch as his tongue flicked out to steal it before it stained his skin. She let out a shaky breath and said, “Because I had nowhere else to go.”

This Could Be Love by galaxy_skies - T, one-shot - At too early o’clock on Saturday morning, when she ought to be sleeping in, especially given the late night she’d had prior, Hermione wakes up to a clattering and a shout from her living room. “Fucking – why the fuck – Granger!” Hermione buries her pounding head under the pillows and hopes very much that the man swearing in her living room is just some terrible dream. A nightmare.

[boobear061]

Foursome Part 2

Summary: Y/n have a foursome with her friends

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader, Jimin x Reader, Reader x Female

Rating: 18 +

Genre: Smut

WC: 7,402

Warning: daddy kink, mommy kink, kissing, swearing, oral ( m&f receiving, m&m receiving, f&f receiving), fingering, doggy style, nipple play, choking, hair pulling, spanking, 69 position, toys, protective sex, face sitting, anal sex, gxg, bxb, squirting, reverse cowgirl, blowjob, handjob

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~ Y/n's POV ~

I arrived at Jungkook's house holding this bag that has the sex toys I just bought, I rang the doorbell, the door opened, Jungkook smiled at me and said " Hey Y/n. "

I smiled back at him and said " Hey Jungkook. "

We hugged, pulled away, he looked at me and said " Come in. "

I walked inside the house, he closed the door behind me, looked at me and said " You look beautiful. "

I smiled at him and said " Thank you. "

He looked at the bag and said " What's in the bag? "

I smirked and said " I bought some toys. "

" Let me see? "

I showed him what I bought, he smirked and said " I can't wait for you to use those toys. "

" Is Jimin here? "

" Yeah, he's in the living room. "

We walked over to the living room, Jimin is sitting down using his phone, I smiled at him and said " Hey Jimin. "

He looked up at me, smiled and said " Hey Y/n. "

Jimin got up from the couch, walked over to me, looked at me up and down and said " You look gorgeous. "

I smiled at him and said " Thank you. "

Jimin looked at the bag and said " Ooo what you got? "

I showed him what I bought, he blushed and said " That is so hot. I can't wait for you to use them. "

I smiled and said " I can't wait either. * Looked at Jungkook * Is An-Na on the way? "

He nod his head and said " Yeah, she's- * Doorbell rang * here. I'll get that. "

I set the bag down on the coffee table, Jimin looked at me, bite his bottom lip, and said " I can't take this anymore. I want to kiss your lips. "

I smiled at him and said " Who's stopping you? "

He smirked, wrapped his arms around my waist, I wrapped mine around his neck, he leaned in and kissed my lips. I kissed him back, he pulled me close to him and we heard " Hey you two, you couldn't wait? "

We pulled away from the kiss, looked at Jungkook and An-Na, she smiled at me and said " Hey Y/n. "

I smiled back and said " Hey An-Na. "

" Let's go to my room. " Jungkook said.

I grabbed my bag, An-Na looked at the bag and me and said " What's in the bag? "

I smirked at her and said " You'll see. "

She blushed, we walked to Jungkook's bedroom, I set the bag on the bed, Jimin closed the door behind him, Jungkook walked over to me, wrapped his arms around my waist and kissed my lips. I kissed him back, wrapped my arms around his neck, he pulled me closer to him and deepened the kiss.

He bring his hands down to my ass, gave it a squeeze and spanked it which made me moan against the kiss, I bring my hands down to his chest, moved them up and down, he pulled away and kissed the right side of my neck.

I looked at Jimin and An-Na who are making out, Jungkook moved away from my neck, looked at me, and said " I want to see you with An-Na. "

I nod my head, leaned in, kissed his lips, he kissed me back, I bring my hands to his ass, gave it a squeeze which caught him by surprise, I pulled away from the kiss, gently bite down his bottom lip, pulled on it, let go, looked at his lip slapped back in place, looked at An-Na and said " An-Na come here. "

I winked at Jungkook which made him blush and gulped, I walked over to the bed, sat down, An-Na stand in front of me, I spread my legs open, wrapped my arms around her waist, and pulled her close to me.

An-Na cupped my face with her hands, kissed my lips, I kissed her back, bring my hands down to her ass, squeezed it and spanked it which made her moan against the kiss.

I spanked her ass which caught her by surprise, I lightly tapped her left thigh, she straddled my lap, I closed my legs, and she sat down. I bring my hands to her boobs, gave it a squeeze, pulled away from the kiss, kissed the left side of her neck and saw Jungkook and Jimin sitting down looking at us with lust in their eyes.

I squeezed her ass, lift up her dress a little, gave her ass a spank which made her let out a low moan, I moved away from her neck, looked at her and took off her dress.

I threw the dress across the room, bring my hands to her back, unclipped her bra with one hand, threw the bra across the room and cupped her boobs with my hands.

An-Na bite her bottom lip, I leaned in, kissed her lips, she kissed me back, I squeezed her boobs and gently pulled on her nipples. She moaned against the kiss, our tongues fought for dominance, I won, pulled away from the kiss, leaned down and kissed my way down to her chest.

I licked and sucked on her nipples, felt An-Na run her fingers through my hair, moan and said " Fuck, Y/n. "

~ Jungkook's POV ~

I am sitting down manspreading on the couch with Jimin next to me looking at Y/n with An-Na, I gotta admit, seeing them turns me on so much, my dick is so hard.

I felt Jimin hand on my knee, I looked at him, he is looking at Y/n and An-Na, I looked back at them, Jimin slowly bring his hand to my thigh and gave it a gentle squeeze.

Jimin moved his hand back and forth slowly, I gripped onto the pillow next to me, he bring his and to my dick, and gave it a gentle squeeze.

I looked at him, he leaned in, kissed my lips, I kissed him back, Jimin moved his hand side to side slowly on my hard dick which made me moan against the kiss, he deepened the kiss and gave my dick a gentle squeeze.

He pulled away from the kiss, looked at me, moved his hand away from my dick and said " Let's take this off. "

I nod my head, we took off our shirts, I took off my shorts along with my boxers, Jimin and I looked at each other, I leaned in and kissed his lips. He kissed me back, he bring his hand on my chest, slowly rubbed my left nipple with his thumb, pulled away from the kiss and kissed the left side of my neck.

I looked at Y/n and An-Na, Y/n is fingering An-Na who is still straddling Y/n's lap, I let out a moan when Jimin starting jerking me off, Jimin pulled away from my neck and whispered in my ear " I want you to look at them while I jerk you off. Can you do that for me? "

I nod my head and said " Yes. "

He kissed my shoulder, grabbed my left leg, bring it up and rest it on his lap, I bring my arm around his shoulder, and he leave wet kisses on my chest.

~ Y/n's POV ~

" Oh fuck, Y/n. "

I heard Jungkook moaning, saw Jimin jerking off Jungkook, I gulped, bite my bottom lip, stopped fingering An-Na, and moved my fingers away from her pussy.

Bring my fingers to my mouth, licked and sucked on them, I leaned in, kissed her lips, and she kissed me back. I flipped us around, deepened the kiss, our tongues fought for dominance, I won, pulled away from the kiss, got off the bed, An-Na sat up and I begin to strip.

An-Na and I looked at each other with lust in our eyes, she wrapped her arms around my waist, pulled me close to her, kissed my lips and I kissed her back.

I felt her hands on my ass, gave it a squeeze, I pulled away from the kiss, looked at her and said " Go lay down for me. "

She nod her head, laid down, I go on the bed, took off her thong, threw it across the room, hovered her, kissed her lips, and she kissed me back. I cupped her boobs, gave them a squeeze, gently pulled on her nipples which made her moan against the kiss, I pulled away from the kiss, kissed her neck and kissed my way down to her chest.

Licked her left nipple, blew air on it which made her nipple to harden, I licked and sucked on her nipple, felt her hand go through my hair and gently pulled on it.

My mouth left her boob with a pop, did the same attention to her right nipple, An-Na moaned my name, I kissed my way down to her stomach, spread her legs open and go in between them. Kissed her left thigh, slowly made my way up to her inner thigh, spit on her clit, looked up at her and licked her clit.

I hold onto her thighs to keep her from closing them, I began to suck on her clit, insert two fingers inside her pussy and began to finger her.

~ Jungkook's POV ~

" Oh fuck, that feels so good. " I moaned.

I saw Y/n wet pussy, fighting the urge to go over there and eat her out, I gripped onto the pillow a little harder, Jimin kissed my neck, and I felt my dick twitched.

" Fuck, I'm gonna cum. " I moaned.

" Cum for me baby, come on. Cum for me. " Jimin jerked me off faster.

I moaned his name, cummed on his hand, he unwrapped his hand away, bring it to his mouth, licked my cum and swallowed it. He leaned in, kissed my lips, I kissed him back, he pulled away from the kiss, got off the couch and stand in front of me.

He cupped my face with his hands, leaned in, kissed my lips, I kissed him back, he pulled away from the kiss, and go down on his knees. Grabbed my dick, leaned in, licked the shaft to the tip, I bite my bottom lip, he sticked his tongue out and slapped my dick on his tongue.

I closed my eyes, leaned my head back a little, moaned his name, Jimin spanked my left thigh which made me look at him and he said " Keep your eyes open. "

He opened his mouth, insert my dick inside, began to give me a blow job, with his other hand he bring it down to my balls and gave it a gentle squeeze. I bring my hand to the back of his head, insert more of my dick in his mouth, he moaned against my dick which made me moan and said " Oh fuck, Jimin. That feels so fucking good. "

~ Y/n's POV ~

I fingered An-Na faster and deeper, the wetness of her pussy echoed the room, she bring her hand to the back of my head, bring me closer, grind her hips, moaned, her pussy clenched on my fingers and said " Oh fuck, Y/n. I'm gonna cum. "

I moaned against her clit, she moaned my name, I fingered her faster, she cummed on my fingers, I moved my mouth away from her clit and kissed her inner thighs. I pulled my fingers away from her pussy, bring them to my mouth, looked at her, licked and sucked on my fingers.

Moved my fingers away from my mouth, she cupped my face with her hands, kissed my lips, I kissed her back, our tongues fought for dominance, I won, pulled away from the kiss, she looked at me and said " Go lay down. "

I nod my head, laid down next to her, she hovered me, kissed my lips, I kissed her back, she pulled away from the kiss, and kissed her way down to my chest. She licked and sucked on my left nipple, I bring my hand to the back of her head, her mouth left my boob with a pop and did the same attention to my right nipple.

She kissed her way down to my stomach, spread my legs open, go in between them, bring her index and middle finger to my mouth, I licked and sucked on them. She moved my fingers away from my mouth, bring her hand down, insert her fingers inside me, I bite my bottom lip, she began to finger me.

I let out a moan, she leaned down, kissed my inner thighs, spit on it, and began to suck on my clit. I moved my hand away from her head, cupped my boobs, gave them a squeeze, gently pulled on my nipples, and looked at Jungkook who is getting his dick sucked while looking at me and An-Na.

I bring my index finger to my mouth, licked and sucked on it like I'm sucking on a dick which made Jungkook moaned, I moved my finger away from my mouth, bring my wet finger to my nipple and circled it. Jungkook bring his hand to the back of Jimin's head, thrust his hips, Jimin choked on Jungkook's dick, and he said " Fuck, take this dick Jimin, fuck your mouth feels so fucking good. Fuck!! "

I looked at An-Na who has her eyes closed, she moaned against my clit, fingered me faster, I bring my hand to the back of her head and grabbed a fist fold of her hair. She opened her eyes, looked at me, I bite my bottom lip, moaned her name, and said " Fuck, An-Na, keep going. * Moaned * You're doing so good. Yesss. "

~ Jungkook's POV ~

A few minutes later, I thrust my hips faster, Jimin moaned against my dick, I felt my dick twitched, and said " Fuck, I'm gonna cum Jimin. "

He moaned against my dick, I moaned his name, he gently squeezed my balls with his other hand, I cummed in his mouth, and he moaned against my dick. I moved my hand away from the back of his head, Jimin moved his mouth away from my dick, he swallowed my cum and licked his lips.

I cupped his face with my hands, looked at him and said " You did so good baby. "

I kissed his lips, he kissed me back, I pulled away from the kiss, looked at him and said " Let me return the favor. "

He nod his head, got up, took off his pants and boxers, threw them across the room, I got up from the couch, cupped his face with my hands, leaned in and kissed his lips. He kissed me back, I bring my hands down to his ass, gave it a squeeze which made him moan against the kiss, I gave it a squeeze, pulled away from the kiss, looked at him and said " Go sit down. "

Jimin sat down on the couch, spread his legs, I go down on my knees, grabbed his hard dick, looked at him, and licked the shaft to the tip. I sticked my tongue out, slapped his dick on my tongue, Jimin let out a low moan, I go down, licked and sucked on his balls, Jimin leaned his head back and said " Oh fuck, Jungkook. "

His balls left my mouth with a pop, jerked him off, with my other hand I cupped his balls and gave them a gentle squeeze. I insert his dick in my mouth, began to suck his dick, Jimin bring his hand to the back of my head and moaned my name.

~ Y/n's POV ~

I clenched my pussy on An-Na's fingers and said " Oh fuck, I'm gonna cum. Keep going, * Moaned * fuckk.. "

An-Na fingered me faster and deeper, she licked and sucked my clit faster, I grind against her fingers and cummed. She pulled her fingers away from my pussy, moved her mouth away from my clit, kissed my inner thighs and moved away.

She looked at me, bring her fingers to her mouth, licked and sucked on them, I bite my bottom lip and said " Go lay down, I have something to show you. "

An-Na laid down next to me, I grabbed the bag, took out the vibrator and dildo, looked at An-Na who is blushing, I smirked at her and said " What you blushing about? "

She shooked her head and said " Nothing. "

I smiled at her, chuckled and said " You're so cute. "

I bring the dildo to her lips and said " Get it all wet for me. "

She opened her mouth, insert the dildo in her mouth, I bite my bottom lip, grabbed the vibrator, bring it to her clit, and turned it on which made her moan against the dildo. I moved the dildo away from her mouth, bring it down to her pussy, slowly put the tip in, left it there, An-Na cupped her boobs with her hands and gave them a squeeze.

" Do me a favor, hm? "

She nod her head and said " What is it? "

" I want you to call me Mommy, you can do that for me, right? "

She nod her head, I moved the vibrator away from her clit which made her let out a whine, I let go of the didlo, lightly spanked her right inner thigh and said " Stop whining. "

" Sorry. "

" Sorry what? "

" Sorry Mommy. "

I smiled at her and said " Good girl. "

" Fuck, that's hot. " Jimin said.

I turned my head to look at Jimin and said " Does that turn you on? "

He nod his head and said " Yes, Mommy. It does. "

I smirked and said " Just you wait, I'm gonna make you moan for Mommy. "

" Only if you call me Daddy. "

I nod my head and said " Okay, * Looked at An-Na * now, where were we? "

I put the vibrator back on her clit, insert the dildo inside her slowly which made her let out a gasp, she squeezed her boobs, I began to fuck her with the dildo, she moaned and said " Fuck, Mommy. That feels so good. "

~ Jungkook's POV ~

Jimin moaned my name, thrust his hips, I felt him at the back of my throat, moaned against his dick which made him moan again and said " Oh fuck, baby. Keep going, I'm close. "

I cupped his balls with my hand, squeezed them gently, he thrust his hips, I choked on his dick, he moaned my name, and he said " I'm gonna cum, I'm cumming. "

He cummed in my mouth, pulled out, I swallowed his cum, Jimin cupped my face with his hands, leaned in and kissed my lips. I kissed him back, he pulled away from the kiss, looked at me and said " You ready? "

I nod my head and said " Yes. "

I got up, we walked over to the bed, An-Na cummed on the dildo, Y/n took it out, licked the dildo clean, moved the vibrator to aside, I bite my bottom lip, An-Na grabbed the dildo, and said to her " Now, it's my turn. "

Jimin grabbed a condom, looked at me and said " Go on all fours for me. "

I go on all fours, Y/n and I looked at each other, she leaned in, kissed my lips and I kissed her back. She pulled away, laid down on her back, An-Na insert the dildo inside Y/n which made her let out a gasp, she began to fuck her with the dildo, and Jimin spanked my right ass cheek which caught me in surprise.

" You ready baby? " Jimin said.

I nod my head and said " Yes, I am. "

" I want you to call me Daddy, can you do that for me Kook? " Jimin put lube on my ass.

Oh fuckk...

" Yes, Daddy. "

" Good boy. "

Jimin insert inside me slowly, I let out a gasp, he bring his hands on my hips, thrust his hips, I moaned his name, and looked at Y/n. We looked at each other with lust in our eyes, I leaned in, kissed her lips, she kissed me back, with my right hand I cupped her boob and gave it a squeeze which made her moan against the kiss.

Jimin spanked my ass, fucked me a little deeper, I pulled away from the kiss and said " Oh fuck, Daddy. "

" You like that? * Spanked left ass cheek hard * You like the feeling of Daddy's dick in your ass, * Spanked ass again * huh? "

" Oh fuck!! " I moaned out loud.

~ Y/n's POV ~

" Oh fuck, An-Na. That feels so good. " I moaned.

She fucked me with the dildo faster, grabbed the vibrator, turned it on and set it on my clit. I moaned out loud, she leaned in, kissed my lips, I kissed her back, she pulled away from the kiss, and leave wet kisses on my neck to my chest.

An-Na licked and sucked on my left nipple, I run my fingers through her hair, gently pulled on it which made her moan against my boob, I leaned my head back, and moaned her name.

My mouth left my boob with a pop, she insert more of the dildo inside me, I moaned her name louder, looked at Jungkook and Jimin, he grabbed a pulled onto Jungkook's hair and fucked him faster.

" Oh fuck, Daddy! Yess, fuck!! " Jungkook moaned out loud.

I looked at An-Na and said " I want you to sit on my face. "

She nod her head and said " Yes, Mommy. "

I hold onto the vibrator, she stopped fucking me with the dildo, got up, straddled my face, I licked her clit to her pussy, slowly insert my tongue in her hole and tongue fucked her.

An-Na moaned, continued to fuck me with the dildo, we both moaned into each other's pussies, I heard Jungkook and Jimin said " Oh fuck! "

I bring my index finger and middle finger up, moved my tongue away from An-Na's pussy hole and said " Jungkook, can you get my fingers wet for me? "

" Yes, Mommy. " He licked and sucked on my fingers, I went back to tongue fucking An-Na.

I moved my fingers away from Jungkook's mouth, spanked An-Na's ass which made her moan against my pussy, slowly insert my index finger inside her ass, An-Na quickly moved her mouth away from my clit, let out a loud gasp and said " Oh fuck!! "

I spanked her ass, slowly fingered her ass, sucked on her clit, An-Na moaned my name, and went back to sucking and fucking me with the dildo.

~ Jungkook's POV ~

Jimin fucked me deeper and faster, with his other hand, he jerked my dick a little fast, I closed my eyes, moaned his name and felt him kissing my back.

He kissed his way up to my ear and whispered " Fuck, I'm gonna cum. "

" Me too. " I moaned.

We both cummed, he pulled out of me, let go of my dick, I put on a condom, Jimin go on all fours, I put lube on his ass, spanked his right ass cheek, and said " Are you ready? "

He nod his head, I spanked his ass again and said " Use your words. "

" Yes, Daddy. "

I smirked and said " Good. "

I slowly insert myself inside him, Jimin let out a gasp, I thrust my hips, I moaned and said " Fuck, you're so tight. "

Jimin gripped onto the bed sheets, I spanked his ass, rest my hands on his hips and fucked him a little deeper.

~ Y/n's POV ~

An-Na and I cummed, I moved my fingers away from her ass, she got off me, I took the dildo out of me, looked at Jimin, bring the dildo to his lips, he licked my cum and let out a moan.

I bite my bottom lip, moved the dildo away, got off bed, looked at An-Na and said " Go lay down and close your eyes for me. "

An-Na closed her eyes, I took out the purple strap on, Jimin and Jungkook looked at me with lust in their eyes, I winked at them, slowly stroked the silicone dick, walked over to An-Na and said " Open your eyes. "

She opened her eyes, looked at me, looked at the strap on, blushed, I smirked at her and said " Do you like it? "

She nod her head and said " Yes, Mommy. I love it. "

" I want you to get it all wet for me. "

An-Na got off the bed, stood in front of me, we looked at each other with lust in our eyes, she leaned in and kissed my lips. I kissed her back, she cupped my boobs with her hands, gave them a squeeze, I bring my hands down to her ass and gave them a squeeze.

She pulled away from the kiss, go down on her knees, wrapped her hand around the silicone dick, stroke it, leaned down and licked the shaft to the tip. Opened her mouth, insert the dick inside her mouth, began to give a blowjob and I bring my hand behind her head.

" Okay, get on the bed. "

Her mouth left the silicone dick, got up, got on the bed, she laid down on her back, spread her legs open, I looked at her with lust in my eyes and said " Are you ready? "

She nod her head and said " Yes, Mommy. "

I slowly insert the dick inside her, she let out a gasp, I thrust my hips, she wrapped her arms around my neck, bring me close to her, she kissed my lips, I kissed her back and she moaned against the kiss.

~ Jungkook's POV ~

Oh fuck, Y/n is fucking An-Na with the strap on, I gotta admit, seeing that really turns me on.

I looked at Jimin who is moaning my name, I grabbed a fist fold of his hair, pulled on it, and whispered dirty things in his ear.

" Oh fuck, Daddy!! " Jimin moaned loud.

I let out a moan and said " Yes, baby? "

" You're fucking me so good, fuck! "

I spanked his ass and said " I love fucking your ass baby, you feel so good. "

A few minutes later, we both cummed, I pulled out of him, threw the condom away, Jimin stood in front of me, leaned in and kissed my lips. I kissed him back, we grabbed each other's dicks, stroke and moaned against the kiss.

We pulled away from the kiss, looked at Y/n fucking An-Na, Jimin bite his bottom lip and said as he stroke my dick " That is so fucking hot. "

" Oh fuck, Mommy!! " An-Na fist the bed sheets.

Y/n wrapped her hand around An-Na's neck, choked her, fucked her faster, Jimin and I moaned and stroke each other's dick faster, I looked at Jimin, and kissed the left side of his neck. I moved away from his neck, Jimin looked at me, leaned in, kissed my lips and I kissed him back.

We both moaned against the kiss, the room echoed with moans, skin slapping against each other and the headboard banging on the wall.

~ Y/n's POV ~

I wrapped An-Na's legs around my waist, fucked her faster and deeper, I looked at her and said " Put the vibrator on your clit. "

She grabbed the vibrator, turned it on, put it on her clit, leaned her head back and moaned my name. I watched An-Na's boobs bounced up and down with every thrust I made, I heard Jimin and Jungkook moaning which made me look at them.

They are stroking each other's dicks while looking at us with lust in their eyes, " Fuck her harder Mommy. " Jungkook said.

" Yeah, Mommy. Make her cum. " Jimin said.

I nod my head, looked at An-Na, leaned in, kissed her lips, she kissed me back, I insert more of the dick inside her which made her moan against the kiss, our tongues fought for dominance, I won, pulled away from the kiss and kissed my way down to her chest.

I licked, sucked on her nipples, with her other hand, she bring it to the back of my head, moaned my name louder, her boob left my mouth with a pop, looked at her and kissed her lips. She kissed me back, I pulled away from the kiss, looked at her, fucked her faster and deeper.

A few minutes later, An-Na cummed, I pulled out of her, she wrapped my arms around my neck, bring me close, kissed my lips, I kissed her back, pulled away from the kiss, she looked at me and said " Oh fuck, that was so good. "

I smiled and said " I'm glad you love it, * Looked at the guys who are still stroking each other, looked back at An-Na * let's go take care of the guys. "

She nod her head, we got off the bed, I took off the strap on, felt myself soaking wet, walked over to Jungkook, him and Jimin stopped, I cupped Jungkook's face with my hands, and kissed his lips.

He kissed me back, wrapped his arms around my waist, pulled me closer to him, deepened the kiss, bring his hands down and squeezed my ass. I moaned against the kiss, he spanked my ass, moved my arms away from his neck, bring my hands down to his chest and moved them up and down slowly.

I let out a moan when I felt Jungkook rubbed my clit, he insert two fingers inside my pussy, began to finger fuck me, I moaned against the kiss, he pulled away from the kiss, looked at me and said " Oh fuck, you're so fucking wet. Did fucking An-Na with the strap on turned you on? "

I nod my head, he fingered me deeper, he spanked my ass and said " Answer me. "

" Yes, Daddy. It does. "

" What? Tell me. "

" Fucking An-Na with the strap on turned me on. "

He pulled his fingers away from my pussy, bring them to his mouth, licked and sucked on them, he let out a moan, moved his fingers away, and licked his lips.

I bite my bottom lip, kissed his lips, he kissed me back, I grabbed his hard dick, gently rubbed circles on his tip with my thumb which made him moan against the kiss, and I slowly began to stroke him. Jungkook deepened the kiss, I pulled away from the kiss, stopped stroking his dick, kissed his neck, and kissed my way down to his chest.

Go down on my knees, kissed his abs, licked the shaft of his dick to the tip, he let out a low moan when I sucked on the tip, I moved my mouth away, sticked my tongue out, and slapped his dick on my tongue.

" Oh fuck An-Na. " Jimin moaned.

I licked my way down to Jungkook's shaft to his balls, licked and sucked on them, looked up at him, he leaned his head back, moaned a little and said " Oh fuck, Mommy. That feels so good. "

His balls left my mouth with a soft pop, insert his dick in my mouth, gave him a blowjob, Jungkook bring his hand to the back of my head, with my other hand, I cupped his balls and gave them a gentle squeeze.

I insert more of his dick in my mouth, felt him at the back of my throat, thrust his hips, I moaned against his dick, and he said " Fuck, look at you, on your knees with Daddy's dick in your mouth. * Moaned * Your mouth feels so good. "

I relaxed my jaw, breathed through my nose, he thrust his hips a little faster, I moaned against his dick, and bring my hands to his thighs.

**

" Oh fuck, I'm gonna cum Mommy. " Jungkook moaned.

I moaned against his dick, he cummed in my mouth, pulled out, I swallowed his cum, licked my lips, Jungkook looked at me with lust in his eyes and said " Get up. "

When I got up, he cupped my face with his hands, leaned in, kissed my lips, I kissed him back, he lift me up and I wrapped my legs around his torso. He walked over to the bed, laid me down, hovered me, deepened the kiss, cupped my boobs and gave them a squeeze.

I let out a moan against the kiss, he pulled away from the kiss, kissed my neck, kissed his way down to my chest, and licked my left nipple. Flicked his tongue on my nipple, I run my fingers through his hair, he sucked on my nipple and rubbed my clit.

" Oh fuck, Daddy. That feels so good. " I moaned.

An-Na is laying down next to me getting her pussy eaten out by Jimin, she looked at me, leaned in, kissed my lips, I kissed her back, and we both moaned against the kiss.

Jungkook's mouth left my boob with a pop, he did the same attention to my right nipple, insert two fingers inside my pussy, began to finger fuck me which made me pulled away from the kiss, looked at Jungkook and said " Oh fuck, Daddy. That feels so good. "

He moved away from my boob, looked at me, fingered me a little faster and deeper, I cupped my boobs and gave them a squeeze. The wetness of my pussy echoed the room along with mine and An-Na's moans, Jungkook kissed my lips, I kissed him back, he pulled away from the kiss, go in between my legs and licked on my clit.

" Oh fuck!! " I moaned.

Jungkook flicked his tongue on my clit, I grind against his fingers, he pulled away from my clit, looked at me and said " Stop moving. "

I nod my head and said " Yes Daddy. "

He went back on sucking on my clit, I moaned his name louder, he fingered me faster, I gently pulled on my nipples, he insert a third finger, I let out a gasp and said " Oh fuck!! "

**

" Oh fuck, Daddy. I'm gonna cum! " I moaned out loud.

Jungkook moaned against my clit, fingered me faster and deeper, I leaned my head back, moaned his name louder and cummed on his fingers.

He continued to fingered me, I let out a gasp and said " Oh fuck. "

Jungkook moved his mouth away from my clit, flicked his tongue, I spread my legs wider, he went back on sucking on my clit, I pulled on his hair which made him moan against my clit, I moaned his name and said " Daddy! Oh fuck, yesss!! "

He moaned against my clit again, I closed my eyes, leaned my head back, moaned out loud, he fingered me faster hitting my g-spot, I fisted the bed sheets, and felt my legs start to shake.

" Oh fuck, oh fuck, Daddy! I'm gonna- "

I did something I haven't done before in my life, I squirted, Jungkook continued fingering me, moved his fingers away from my pussy, quickly went on my pussy and ate me out.

When I stopped squirting, Jungkook got up, looked at me, licked his lips, I blushed, covered my eyes and said " Oh fuck, I'm sorry. "

He chuckled, moved my hands away from my eyes, we looked at each other and he said " Don't be, it's so hot. "

I blushed harder and said " Really? "

Jungkook nod his head and said " Yes. "

He hovered me, leaned in, kissed my lips, I kissed him back, our tongues fought for dominance, he won, and pulled away from the kiss. He slowly stroked his dick, put on a condom, looked at me and said " You ready Mommy? "

I nod my head and said " Yes, Daddy. "

He slowly insert himself inside me which made me let out a gasp, wrapped my arms around his neck, he thrust his hips, we both moaned and he said " Oh fuck, you feel so good. "

He wrapped my legs around his torso, fucked me deeper, I moved my hands up and down his back, leaned in and kissed his lips. He kissed me back, deepened the kiss, pulled away from the kiss, looked at me and said " Fuck, Mommy. Yess!! "

My boobs bounced up and down with every thrust he made, I fisted the bed sheets, he grabbed the vibrator, looked at me and said " Put this on your clit. Leave it there until I say you can take it out. "

I nod my head, grabbed the vibrator from him, turned it on, set it on my clit, let out a moan and said " Oh fuck! "

" Put it up to level 4. "

I put the vibrator on level 4, he wrapped his hand around my neck, choked me, he bite his bottom lip, let out a moan and said " Put the level up to 6. "

I changed the level, closed my eyes, moaned his name, he lightly slapped my left boob and said " Open your eyes. Look at me. "

I opened my eyes, looked at him, he choked me a little harder, and said " If you have trouble breathing, tap my hand, okay? "

" Yes, Daddy. "

He fucked me harder and deeper, the room echoed with our moans, skins slapping against each other, he told me to put the level up to 8, and I moaned his name louder.

**

I have the vibrator on level 10, I moaned louder and said " Oh fuck. I'm gonna cum, Daddy! "

" Fuck, me too. Cum for me Mommy. Oh fuck!! "

We both cummed, he pulled out of me, I turned off the vibrator, put it aside, Jungkook leaned in, kissed my lips, I kissed him back, he pulled away from the kiss and got off the bed. He put on another condom, looked at me and said " Go on all fours for me. "

I go on all fours, An-Na is on all fours as well, Jungkook spanked my ass, insert himself inside my pussy, I let out a low moan, he bring his hands to my waist and thrust his hips.

My boobs bounced up and down with every thrust, An-Na leaned in, kissed my lips, I kissed her back, Jungkook spanked my ass which made me moan against the kiss and fucked me deeper.

An-Na pulled away from the kiss, moaned and said " Oh fuck, Jimin. "

Jungkook pulled on my hair, felt him kissed my back all the way up to my neck, he whispered dirty things in my ear and kissed my cheek. I closed my eyes, he spanked my ass, fucked me a little faster, I opened my eyes, he wrapped his hand around my neck and choked me again.

" Oh fuck, Mommy. You feel so fucking good. Rub your clit for me. " He moaned.

I bring my hand down, rubbed my clit, moaned, he spanked my ass again, and I said " Oh fuck, Daddy! "

**

We all cummed, Jungkook pulled out of me, unwrapped his hand away from my neck, got off the bed, An-Na and I are catching our breaths, Jimin and Jungkook switched places, Jimin spanked my ass and gave it a squeeze.

" Come here. "

I got off the bed, faced Jimin, he cupped my face with his hands, leaned in, kissed my lips, I kissed him back, he lift me up and I wrapped my legs around his torso. He pulled away from the kiss, kissed my neck, walked over to the living chair, and sat down.

I am straddling his lap, he moved away from my neck, looked at me, kissed my lips, I kissed him back, grind against him, and we both moaned against the kiss. I pulled away from the kiss, looked at him, slowly insert his dick inside my pussy, I rode him up and down and he cupped my boobs.

He squeezed my boobs, gently pulled on my nipples, I moaned his name, he moved his hands down to my ass, squeezed my ass and spanked it. My boobs bounced up and down with every move I made, he leaned his head back, moaned my name, I leaned in and kissed his neck.

Jimin spanked my ass again, I rode him faster and deeper, he looked at me, I wrapped my hand around his neck, choked him, he moaned loud and said " Oh fuck, Mommy!! "

" Yes, Daddy. You like that? Huh?! "

" Yes, fuck, yes, Mommy. " He moaned.

He spanked my ass again, I rode him faster, grind on him, we both moaned each other's names, I leaned in and kissed his lips. He kissed me back, our tongues fought for dominance, and we both moaned against the kiss.

**

We both cummed, I unwrapped my hand away from his neck, got off him, he took off his condom, changed into a new one, he looked at me and said " Go lay down on the bed, on your back.

I walked over to the bed, laid down, he hovered me, kissed my lips, I kissed him back, he insert himself inside my pussy, and we both moaned against the kiss. He thrust his hips, pulled away from the kiss, we looked at each other with lust in our eyes, he wrapped my legs around his shoulders and fucked me deeper.

" Oh fuck, Daddy! "

" Yes, Mommy! Oh fuck! "

Jimin and Jungkook looked at each other, he leaned in, kissed Jimin, he kissed him back, and fucked me faster.

I leaned my head back, looked at An-Na who has her eyes closed, fisted the bed sheets, I looked at Jimin, bring my hands up and squeezed my boobs.

**

We all cummed, Jimin pulled out of me, Jungkook changed into a new condom, looked at Jimin and said " Lay down on your lap. "

Jimin nod his head, laid down on the bed, Jungkook looked at An-Na and said " Go ride his face. "

An-Na nod her head, got on the bed, straddled Jimin's face, sat down and he began to eat her pussy.

Jungkook looked at me, cupped my face with his hands, leaned in, kissed my lips and I kissed him back. He bring his hands down to my ass, squeezed it which made me moan against the kiss, he pulled away, looked at me and said " I want you to ride Jimin in reverse cowgirl position. "

I nod my head and said " Yes, Daddy. "

I noticed that Jimin isn't wearing a condom so I put it on him, straddled his lap, insert his dick inside me and started to ride him in reverse cowgirl. I moaned, heard Jimin spanked An-Na's ass which made her moan, I saw Jungkook insert himself inside Jimin which made him moan.

He fucked Jimin, looked at me, leaned in, kissed my lips, I kissed him back, rode Jimin a little faster and deeper, Jungkook pulled away from the kiss, looked at me, and started rubbing my clit.

I leaned my head back, moaned, cupped my boobs, squeezed them and pulled on my nipples gently, the room echoed with skins slapping, moans and spankings.

**

We all cummed, got off each other, laid down, catched our breaths, Jungkook looked at me, leaned in and kissed my lips. I kissed him back, he pulled away from the kiss, and Jimin said " That was so good. "

We all agreed and said " Yes, it was. "

" That was the best sex I ever had. " I said.

An-Na nod her head and said " Yeah, me too. "

We all talked for a bit, watched a movie, took a shower, and changed. I looked at everyone and said " I gotta get home, I have a busy day tomorrow. "

" Alright. " They said.

" Yeah, me too. "

We all kissed each other, said bye, walked out of the bedroom to the front door, Jungkook gave me a hug and whispered in my ear " Text me when you get home. "

I hugged him back and whispered " I will. "

We pulled away from the hug, An-Na and I walked out of the house, walked over to our cars and we are on our way home. I blushed at what just happened, I looked at the rear view mirror and saw the hickies all over my neck.

I wouldn't mind doing it again.

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Fanfic you ve been reading recently? Love your tastes btw!

:) You sent this months ago, but here are the fics that I've been reading recently, like this August/September:

"The Mission" by Lunawrayth - Rated M, Canon-Divergent AU, Multi-chapter, Ongoing. It wasn't that Hinata never expected to work with Naruto, just never on a mission quite like this.

-I check this one for updates so often. at least once a week, but more like multiple times a week.

"thus a silenced memory" by @keroppri - Rated T, Modern AU, Multi-chapter, Ongoing. Eight years flown on by and Naruto makes his return to the city where he once fell in love, only for him to leave hollow and broken after she was persuaded to leave him. Plagued by her memory at every corner, a chance meeting changes fates, minds, and hearts. Thus he tries to silence the memories. Inspired and based on Jane Austen's Persuasion.

-ahhh loving the yearning angst of unrequited love (but it's actually requited) in this fic.

"Amaranthine" by @opttagoyeo - Rated T, Various AU, Series of unrelated one-shots. A few drabbles/ideas ranging from fluff, confusing, humor, and angst regarding the most iconic and popular canon couple of Konohagakure, Naruhina.

-just started reading this! Full of cuteness.

"After Office Hours" by Pandora_Imperatrix - Rated M, Canon-Divergent AU, Multi-chapter, Complete. Naruto is lonely after Sakura and Sasuke left the village to travel together, he keeps leaving the office later and later, things start to change after one night when his secretary Hinata and him share a couple of vending machine beers. In this AU Naruto becomes Hokage a lot earlier than in the manga and The Last never happened.

-It's been years since this was updated, and recently Pandora updated and just finished it!!!!!!

"Friends with benefits" by @pastillesch - Rated T, Modern AU, Multi-chapter, Ongoing. "I'm dumping you" --Naruto blinked once. Twice. "But we're not even together". It was more a stress relief than anything romantic, really. A hobby one would say. And now it was time to search for a new hobby. Or at least a new partner for this kind of hobby.

-Another one that I was super excited to see updated again!!!!

"Casual Touches" by Lunawrayth - Rated M, Canon-Divergent AU, Multi-chapter, Ongoing. It's the casual touches that do it.

-Since I'm really feeling Luna's style, I checked out this story, too, and it's super cute. Love it.

"Fairy Tale" from "NaruHina Erotica Oneshots" by @makuro767 - Rated E, Fantasy AU, Two-shot. Naruto moved to an old family home to start anew and found an unlikely existence in his backyard...

-I am a total sucker for this type of size difference au. Like, it's just such a weird trope. It's just so weird. I love it. Makuro767 does a wonderful job with it!

"Love Is Not A Cage" by @nightowl27-writer - Rated E, Canon-Divergent AU, Multi-chapter, Ongoing. When Naruto comes back to his senses after the battle with Pein, the first thing he remembers are those baffling words she said just before she nearly died for him, and he NEEDS to hear them again. Will the truth set them free? Or are some confessions too much for the soul?

-that recent update killed me. In a good way. but oh man.

"Hinata (Mirror, Mirror)" from "Chicken Ramen for the Pervert's Soul" by @wickermayne - Rated E, Canon-Compliant, One-shot. Naruto rolled his eyes at the purchase asking why she needed it and complained about how much room it took up, but Hinata enjoyed modeling different dresses in front of it, loved how it let her see all the many different angles. And that seemed to keep Naruto quiet enough about the mirror.

-🙊🙈🔥

So, I guess it's been months since I worked on this list. Because it's nearing the end of March 2024 now. And up at the top, apparently I was last working on this list in September 2023. And at that time, it had been "months" since the asker sent this. Well, here's the ones I've been reading recently:

"clash of possession - naruhina" by @powerful-niya - Rated E, Yakuza AU, Multi-chapter, Ongoing. In the heart of the yakuza underworld of Tokyo, the passing of Hiashi, the leader of the Hyūga clan, does more than just break Hinata's heart, but it exposes her to vulnerability. Seizing the opportunity, the ruthless Naruto, Uzumaki clan leader, targets not only the conquest of the Hyūga clan but also wishes to claim Hinata as his most prized possession, no matter the cost.

-It's been awhile since I read an irredeemable Naruto, and Niya's not lying when she calls the characterization ruthless!!

"Prey" by @sessakag - Rated E, Modern/Gangs AU, Multi-chapter, Ongoing. Following a midnight chance encounter with Hinata Hyuuga, a smitten sociopath, Naruto Uzumaki, tries his hand at romance, determined to make her fall in love with him the only way he knows how.

-it's the mystery of Hinata's background that really fuels this piece for me. Icing on the cake is Naruto as a wonderfully sexy and dangerous stranger and the sexual tension between them that is absolutely exquisite.

"Paper Rings" by Its_Levioooosaa - Rated E, College/Soulmates AU, Multi-chapter, Ongoing. In a world where soulmates are found after a touch and after a brief moment of pain, resulting in a red loop circling the first knuckle of each person's pinky finger. Fating the two people together and leaving it up to them to decide what their relationship will be. Hinata had just stopped at her friends for a piece of pizza, little did she know that she'd be leaving with a soulmate.

-It's a cute premise and I can't wait to see what happens next! I love a good soulmate AU!

"Wanting More Than A Poolside View" by @bunny-hoodlum - Rated E, High School AU, Multi-chapter, Ongoing. Just a Sukumizu fetish scenario where Hinata is the target of a panty thief and recruits Naruto to investigate himself.

-I've been loving all of Bunny's updates this year, but I'm really hoping for an update on this one....or Narutoland haha, but I dunno what it is about High School NaruHina and their immaturity, it's just so fun!

Kay, that's all. If I don't post this now, I never will lol.

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39. Perryshmirtz kissing as....time runs out

From the prompt list here.

Sugar, we're going down swingin'

Rating: T

Relationship: Heinz Doofenshmirtz/Perry the Platypus

Add tags: Angst, ambiguous ending, human Perry the Platypus, OWCA Files AU, PTSD flashbacks

A/N: Bit of a cliche but I loved getting to stretch my minute made writing muscles again. I considered a fluffy alt but I know Lex loves a bit of grief in her morning coffee.

Canon compliant to my Human Perry lore. Eve had been his sister (Ferb's biological mother), who died in the line of action about 12 years ago here.

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There was something to be said, Perry thinks, of panicking.

(Every sound rang clear as crystal, as murky as dirt. He can feel his own pulse beating beneath his skin like every artery connected straight to his heart. It’s almost tranquil.

We've been here before.)

"Agent P," Harry yelled. It's difficult to hear over the sound of falling rubble, and the blaring alarms resonating through the inside of the volcano, and through the sheer rushing of blood through his ears. "Please, we need to leave!"

"Perry?" Heinz whispered. Perry looks up to him then, numbed of all feeling, save for the bleeding wound on his hip, stinging enough to remind him that he was, at least, still alive. He's looking up, he's staring, but he's not quite seeing. Perhaps physically, they were all trapped inside the lair of an alchemist madman, set to collapse above his head any minute, and to be fair it is all terribly exciting. But Perry was, in truth, bearing down a steel doorframe of an old warehouse stinking of gunpowder, dust and sweat, cradling two small bodies against himself, praying for the mercy of a God he doesn't believe in for a few minutes he could no longer afford 20 years ago.

"Can you walk?" Heinz asked. Right, yes, because he'd asked that question too, that fateful night of fire and gunpowder. What had Eve said to him then?

I can fight. He signed, and he pushes himself off, handing over the briefcase containing what they'd all come here for. The evidence, the antidote, the killing blow. Go, I'll catch up.

(He'd thought about what she'd said, there, in hindsight. He thinks it was meant to be funny. That was how she defaulted to things, on account of Perry not having a single humerous bone in his body, in stark comparison. She was the good cop.

We'd learned to fight before we'd learned how to walk, that was what she always said. There was pride in that, to mask the sadness underneath.)

The henchbots kick against the hinges of the only door holding them back, and bolts come flying. It won't be too long now. Heinz had frozen, briefcase pressed into his chest as he stares a bit dumbly at how Perry attempts to hold himself up, checking the ammo of his guns, so Perry gives him a little push to emphasize his point. He catches Perry's outstretched hand, instead.

"You can't be serious." He hissed, and Perry shook his head. "Come on."

There was only one pod left out of here, and Karen and Maggie had taken the only other one. Between their bulk, the briefcase, and the sheer speed they had to push for in order to make the gate closing any minute now, Perry would only slow them down.

Go, Perry said, and for a second his guard comes crashing down. His hand trembles, pressed against the side of his chest, and it is closest he'll ever get to a wobbly lip. Please?

"You-," Heinz said, but with one mighty kick the door finally bangs open under the assault of manic steel feet. Heinz flinched, but Perry opened fire, trigger finger cool and steady. Two simple headshots. He had 5 bullets left, and a mob to deal with.

"Guys, come on!"

"I'm not leaving you here." Heinz hissed, the grip on Perry's wrist almost crushing. "We're leaving together, or I'm not going anywhere, you hear me?"

Oh.

Oh, Heinz.

As rubble falls and crushes the control panel of the exit gates behind them, and the echo of a dozen feet barrels down the corridor, Perry tugs him closer, and their lips meet like an electric shock, still every bit of a thrill as the first. He feels it tingle right down to the tips of his toes, and slick swipe of his tongue down on Heinz's bottom lip like a promise.

They part with a gentle smacking sound, breathing the same air. Perry wants to remember this. He wants to leave on a good note.

"Perry," Heinz chokes, either on dust or on his own heart. "What do you-,"

I'll catch up. Perry lies, and presses on the trigger for the grappling hook on his belt. Heinz grunts, wide eyed, as it latches on the exit way of the foyer, right next to Harry himself, and Perry treats himself to one last look of his baby blue eyes wide open in fury as it pulls him back hip first.

5 bullets. Perry uses one of them to shoot a hairline fracture down the side of the wall, and the support beam keeping the lighting features aloft gives up the ghost. No way out. No way back in.

"Counting down, lair self destruct." The robotic overhead intercom announces, pleasant and calm. "T minus 10 seconds."

"Trespasser located." The henchbots declare, stepping into the foyer, falling apart. Perhaps one of them. Perhaps a bunch of them at once. He can hardly tell--blood seeps down his side in rivulets, and his head feels heavier by the minute. The edges of his vision begins to blur, and he can't quite tell what's up from down.

But Perry's got a gun in a steady hand, and he's got 4 bullets.

"Resistance is futile." The bots warn, the last of their cogs whirring. It's all appropriately dramatic.

Perry grins.

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✤ Number of fics: 208

✤ Posting Since: 2016

TOP 5 FICS:

1️⃣ Hold My Heart {E, 14k}

“Excuse me, mate, I’m the window seat here.” The voice was soft, apologetic, and accented in something a bit unfamiliar — northern England, maybe, Harry thought.

“Oh,” Harry jumped to his feet and moved aside, “I’m sorry, I didn’t see you standing there.”

The other man laughed as he swung a bag into the overhead compartment and slid into the seat. “You were well caught up in that book, mate. What are you reading?”

Harry paused, wondering how to explain the fact that he was reading an epic and x-rated romance that was the story of a relationship between a prince and the man he’d enslaved. “Oh, you know, just some fiction my sister recommended.” He turned to look at the man and froze.

Sitting next to him was Louis Tomlinson.

Or, the one where famous Louis Tomlinson offers his hand and a lot more to his seat mate on a transatlantic flight.

(Co-written with @a-writerwrites)

2️⃣ Feels Like Coming Home {E, 60k}

The last thing Harry Styles expects when he's hanging out at the Someday Cafe in Somerville one rainy October day is for his ex, Louis Tomlinson to walk through the door, but that's exactly what happens. After a spectacularly ugly break-up three years prior, Harry hasn't heard one word from Louis, and he's moved on. Gotten over him. But having Louis back in his life, not to mention working at the restaurant where he's a chef, isn't easy, and the feelings that Harry thought he'd left turn out to be not so easily forgotten.

This is a story about love and the power of forgiveness, and how the hard choices we make define us, and change our lives.

3️⃣ On the Go {T, 2k}

From this post because I could not resist.

4️⃣ It's a Better Place (Since You Came Along) {E, 51k}

When Harry Styles, a mid-level talent, Finder, and small business owner, sets off on the vacation of a lifetime with his best friend, Niall Horan, he has no idea the changes his life will undergo over the next nine days. He's got it all planned - there's going to be shore excursions, lounging by the pool on the deck of the luxurious cruise ship, not to mention margaritas. What he does not plan for are the new friends, new bonds, or the mystery from his past that comes back to haunt him, and he certainly hasn't planned for Louis.

5️⃣ For Better and For Worse {M, 12k}

Harry and Louis have been together for 5 years and they've been getting questions when they would be getting married and start a family. Bur Harry doesn't have the time. They were arguing one morning when Harry had enough and left for work. He's a doctor and works at the a&e there is a call that there has been a bad car crash and that there is more than one patient coming in. Harry does his job good and works on the first patient and everything goes great until his next patient is Louis.

HIDDEN GEM:

💎 Unveiled {M, 65k}

The train grinds to a halt and Harry leans forward in his eagerness to take it all in. It’s a gorgeous Spring day, the sky the same intense blue that he knows from home, which comforts him. There’s much here that looks almost familiar, but then so much that is new and strange to his eyes. The bustling station platform and winding streets beyond paved in cobblestones look much like home. There are vehicles ranging from small to very large, some with strange and unusual shapes of which he can only guess the purpose. But most surprising are the people. There is a crowd gathered, filled with men and women, some in what looks to be a military uniform, some in what must be the street clothes in this Land.

There are no robes. And not a single one of them is veiled.

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Sorrel Ch. 3 | Letitia Wright x Reader

Summary: An American in London, you have recently graduated university with no job prospects so you take up a gig at a Guyanese bakery and become enthralled in the world of a regular customer.

Genre: Romance, fluff, angst

Rating: PG-13

Word Count: 2056

Taglist: @lyfeofbilly @prettymrswright

It was not often you found yourself venturing outside apart from work and school. Tasks such as grocery shopping and paying bills were left up to Kerry, with you preferring a more domestic role in your home- anything that did not require you to socialize another minute of your day. So when Kerry begged you to help with errands, your immediate answer was no until you relented under her incessant pestering and promises- but I swear it won’t even take that long! You blocked off the day’s activities by the half hour and planned to be back on the couch before the new Abbott Elementary episode dropped. 

However, you had only made it as far as the checkout at the Caribbean supermarket before Kerry disappeared into a backroom to play catch-up with the owner. You lingered at the entrance with your heavy bags, trying to pass the time as you examined a shelf full of condiments. The vibrant labels of everything seemed to blend together as you lost yourself in the sensory overload of the store. You picked up a jar of cassareep, shaking the contents, when a familiar, musical voice caught your attention.

"Boo!"

You jumped, the jar slipping from your grasp. Letitia’s laughter rang out as she reached out to catch it with effortless reflexes. Her fox-like brown eyes sparkled with mischief. Today, she was wearing a simple gray t-shirt and jean shorts, her casual outfit doing nothing to diminish her striking presence. Her long brown legs and arms glistened from a fresh layer of moisturizer. This close you could notice the light floral fragrance of her perfume and how her shaved head now had the beginnings of a tiny afro. 

"Sorry, I couldn't resist," she chuckled, handing the jar back to you. You noticed how effortlessly chic she looked, even in such a relaxed outfit. The way she moved, with a natural grace, was captivating. She had an aura about her that drew you in, making it hard to focus on anything else. 

You tried to form a coherent sentence, but your words tangled in your throat. "I—uh—you—" was all you managed before she spoke again.

"So, what brings you here?" Letitia asked, her tone playful, her eyes dancing with curiosity.

"Gr-groceries… My roommate takes me here. Sh-she’s Guyanese," you stammered, feeling the heat rise in your cheeks. You held up your hoard of heavy bags for emphasis. The supermarket, once bright and overwhelming, seemed to fade into the background as you focused on her.

"Well, between you and me," she whispered, leaning in conspiratorially, "the shop down the road has better deals. But I come here because they have the brand of cassareep I like."

Before you could react, Letitia took a step closer, her breasts grazing yours as she reached past you. You found yourself backed up against the shelf, the cool metal pressing through your shirt. Her face was mere inches from yours, her breath coming blowing softly and warmly against your cheek. Time seemed to slow down, each second stretching into an eternity as your senses became acutely aware of every detail. The soft scent of her floral perfume enveloped you, mingling with the exotic aromas of the store. Her skin reminded you of the smooth red mahogany of a classic grand piano. Her deep brown eyes were almond shaped and angled upwards slightly as if to be closer to heaven. And her full lips held a permanent pout. 

Your heart pounded in your chest, each beat echoing in your ears. You could feel the heat rising to your face, your skin tingling with a mixture of excitement and nervousness. It was hard to breathe, the proximity making the air thick and heavy. Letitia's eyes were fixed on yours, her gaze intense and playful, holding you captive in the moment.

Her arm brushed lightly against your shoulder as she reached behind you, her movements slow and what must have been deliberate. You could feel the warmth of her body so close to yours, every small shift sending a jolt through you. You had no idea what was happening, your mind a whirlwind of confusion and fascination. It was as if the world around you had faded away, leaving only the two of you in this intimate, suspended moment.

Just as you began to lose yourself completely in the depth of her gaze, Letitia's hand grasped a jar from the shelf behind you. She pulled back slightly, a mischievous smile playing on her lips. She held up the jar, an imported brand of cassareep, and gave you a playful wink. The gesture was simple, but it felt charged with a deeper meaning, as if she was letting you in on a secret.

"And here it is," she said softly, her voice still holding that conspiratorial whisper. She flashed the jar in front of you for emphasis before placing it in her cart. The spell was broken, but the memory of her closeness lingered, leaving you flustered and breathless.

Your face felt like it was on fire, and you could barely string together a coherent thought, let alone a sentence. The air felt electric, and you struggled to steady your racing heart. Letitia's confidence and ease only added to your flustered state, her every move seeming effortlessly graceful.

As she stepped back, giving you some much-needed space, you tried to regain your composure. But the warmth of her presence, the lingering scent of her perfume, and the memory of her touch stayed with you, making it hard to focus on anything else. The supermarket around you came back into view, the bright colors and bustling sounds a stark contrast to the intimate bubble you had just shared.

Letitia's eyes twinkled with amusement as she noticed your obvious fluster. "You okay?" she asked, her tone light and teasing, as if she knew exactly the effect she had on you.

"Y-yeah, I'm fine," you managed to stammer, your voice barely above a whisper. Letitia's eyes twinkled with amusement as she noticed your nervousness. 

"Sorry, I must seem a bit too chatty. I don’t mean to make you uncomfortable,” she responded. 

“No! I mean, uh, you didn’t. Sorry I-I’m just kinda… shy… or whatever,” you stuttered. Your cheeks burned, and you could feel your heart still pounding in your chest.

She tilted her head, studying you with genuine curiosity. "You know, I used to be really shy like you and I think I really just needed to meet the right people to come out of my shell. If you’d like to maybe find your voice a bit, you should join the acting class I teach at the performing arts center down the street."

Your eyes widened in surprise. "Y-you teach acting?"

"Yep, every Thursday evening. Let me show you," she said, holding her hand out. You followed her gaze to your chest and almost became swept up in assumption until you realized she was looking at your phone peeking out of your front shirt pocket. You fumbled it into her reach and she did a bit of tapping before handing it back to you with a warm and encouraging smile. Her confidence was contagious, and you found yourself slightly more at ease.

You took the phone, your fingers brushing against hers, and felt a rush of electricity. Your browser was open displaying a webpage detailing acting classes and workshops, and you couldn't help but feel a spark of interest despite your nervousness. The descriptions and pictures of the classes were enticing, promising a supportive environment where you could explore and nourish creative skills. 

"Think about it," Letitia said. "It could be fun. And who knows, you might find it helps with the nerves." She gave you a knowing smile before turning to continue her shopping, leaving you standing there, still reeling from the encounter. As she moved down the aisle, you couldn't help but watch her, your mind racing with a mix of awe and admiration. The supermarket seemed to return to its chaotic normalcy, but for you, everything had changed.

Kerry chose that moment to reappear, her conversation with the auntie finally over. "Hey, what did I miss?" she asked, noticing your dazed expression.

You shook your head, trying to collect your thoughts. "Uh, nothing much. Just... ran into someone."

Kerry's eyes narrowed with interest. "Oh? You can tell me all about it on our way to the bank."  You groaned in exhaustion and followed her onto the street with one last sly glance for the direction Letitia had disappeared into. 

At home, you successfully fielded questions from Kerry, hoping to not get wrapped up in her teasing. You feigned exhaustion after a long day of errands and excused yourself to bed right after dinner. Alone in your room, you settled in to appease your obsession which had become a nightly ritual. You would pull up your favorite interview of Letitia to play in the background as you scrolled through her pictures on Google. The soft melody of her voice and the comforting charm of her smile would lull you into a peaceful sleep. 

Today, however, you were jolted as you opened your phone’s browser to see that it was still on the page Letitia had pulled up earlier. The sight made your stomach drop. With a sinking feeling, you hit the back button and your heart pounded even harder. You were taken to a tab with pictures of Letitia—her smiling at various events, on set, candid shots that you had saved to savor her expressions, each one a piece of your secret admiration for her.

Panic set in as you realized what this meant. Amongst that tab were seven others, all with different pictures of Letitia. The thought that Letitia might have seen them made you feel horrified and exposed. You thought back to the moment in the supermarket when she had taken your phone, how she had deftly opened the app and searched for the acting classes. She had done it all herself, and you had been too flustered to notice what was on your screen.

Your mind raced back to the way she had smiled at you when she handed the phone back. It wasn’t just a polite smile—it had been warm, genuine, and perhaps a bit knowing. She had seen it, you were sure of it. But what did that smile mean? Was she creeped out by you now? Did she think you were some sort of stalker? Or could it possibly be... something else?

"No, it can't be that," you thought to yourself, shaking your head vigorously as if to dispel the impossible notion. There was no way someone as amazing as Letitia Wright could feel anything other than discomfort after seeing such an obvious display of your infatuation. The embarrassment and shame washed over you in waves, making your face burn and your heart ache with regret.

Unable to stand the tormenting thoughts, you buried your head into your pillow and let out a muffled scream. The pillow soaked up your frustration, your voice swallowed by the fabric, but it didn’t make the panic go away. Every detail of your encounter with Letitia replayed in your mind, from the way her breasts had brushed against yours to the playful wink she had given you. Each memory felt like a cruel reminder of your vulnerability.

Desperation drove you to consider all the possible interpretations of her smile. Was it pity? Amusement? Or something more complex, something you dared not hope for? You couldn’t be sure, and the uncertainty gnawed at you.

The exhaustion of the day finally caught up with you, and you felt your body slowly give in to the need for rest. But sleep didn’t come easily. You lay there, eyes closed, trying to focus on the soothing cadence of Letitia's voice from the interview playing on your phone. Yet, the questions and the self-doubt kept swirling in your mind, making it impossible to find peace.

Hours seemed to pass in a haze of restless thoughts until finally, sheer fatigue overtook your anxiety, and you drifted into a fitful sleep. The image of Letitia’s smile lingered in your dreams, a haunting reminder of the day's turmoil and the fragile hope that maybe, just maybe, it wasn’t as bad as you feared.

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