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sdr2lovemail · 1 year ago

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Saw your request open for reverse 1999! I not sure what characters you do but could you do smt like troop??idk what it call but basically 'someone ask them if you two are together despite havent establish relationships yet' for medicine pocket, dikke, and tooth fairy? What their reaction and response? If it too much you can cut it down sorry

Oblivious Encounters (GN Reader)

Synopsis: These lovely arcanists are in love and it's obvious to everyone but them.

Notes: I love oblivious pining, a wonderful trope. I'm still trying to get my footing with characters, but I will write for anyone, including NPCs! She/They pronouns are used for Medicine Pocket

Requests are open!

Medicine Pocket:

Parallel play. The act of being alone together. Some people find the best way to spend time with others is to do their own thing.

Next to you, Medicine Pocket scribbles away in their notebook. Ever since the two of you had entered Vertin’s suitcase, her documenting has gotten way more intense. There wasn’t anyone here to dampen the experiments, so Medi was thriving.

You both sit at a table near the window, the setting sun providing just enough light. It had been a few hours since either of you had spoken, finding peace in the silence. Periodically, Med would slide their notebook over for you to read. They didn’t even want any comments on their work. She just wanted to ensure you were ready for the incoming info dump they would give you. What fun is telling someone about your experiments if they’re just going to be lost the whole time?

Amid the comfortable silence, breaking the serene atmosphere, was a shrill voice.

“No! The great Matilda is never wrong, and I will prove I am correct!” The bright-eyed girl was quick with her pace, making it over to the table in just a few strides. With one hand on the table, she leans in close. “How long has this courtship gone on?”

There’s an almost comedic pause.

“What?” Medicine Pocket cocked their head.

Matilda rests her hands on her hips, tilting her head with a sly smirk. “I know a relationship when I see one. But the question is how long it’s been going on.”

It’s Medi’s turn to smirk as they respond before you can answer. “What amazing observational skills. Now tell me, just how did you figure us out?”

“Hmhmhm! Matilda always knows! And it was so obvious.” She laughed.

“Ohhh, was it now?” Medi smiled wide, those sharp teeth on display in a wolfish grin. As you are about to correct Matilda on your relationship, the scientist kicks you under the table, itching to see how this plays out.

“The note sharing, for one. You are so stingy when it comes to sharing. Those longing silences the two of you enjoy. The way you’re always together. There is no hiding it from me!”

You can feel your face grow warmer. Was this romantic? Did people really think that you and Medicine Pocket are together? And was that actually a problem for you?

With a laugh, Medicine Pocket shrugged her shoulders. “Huh, I didn’t think we were that obvious. You figured us out, Matilda. We’ve been courting for a few months now. Obviously, I was the one to start it. They were too flustered even to look my way.”

“Medicine Pocket!” You chastised, face flushing further.

“See, that’s my beloved, always so embarrassed.” Medi reached over the table to take your hand in her gloved ones.

“I knew it! Vertin owes me money!” The energetic girl ran off to find the others and her new source of cash.

Pulling your hand away from the smirking doctor, you let out a groan. “Why would you tell her that? She’s going to tell everyone.”

“I wanted to see what would happen. We are practically dating anyway.” They shrugged, acting way too nonchalant.

Dikke:

Dikke enjoyed gossip. Well, not just gossiping. She enjoyed listening to others talk about anything. Hearing people engage in idle chatter was an oddly calming pastime for her. However, she couldn’t say it was truthful when the talk of the suitcase was about her.

“Wouldn’t you like to buy your love some diamonds? I have quite the assortment. Necklaces, rings, anything that is sure to charm your lady.”

Oh, how that scammer’s voice irked Dikke. She was about to move, wanting to read somewhere quiet, but she heard another voice. One she held dearly.

“Oh, I’m sure the selection of diamonds is… lovely. But I don’t have anyone to give jewelry to.” You answered curiously, unsure of what she was talking about.

Tennant let out a chuckle, brushing her hand against your cheek. “There’s no need to be so coy. I know the judge has stolen your heart.” She knew Dikke was watching. She wanted to rile her up and get a reaction. It would be fun to watch someone so proper get a bit angry.

Dikke rises from her seat, walking over to you and Tennant with quick steps. Her face looks more than displeased.

“Why hello there, judge. To what do we owe the pleasure?” Tennant smirked, knowing she got what she wanted.

Her gaze practically bore through the blond woman’s body. The grip on her sword unconsciously grows tighter. “Thou should watch what drivel leaves thine mouth.”

“My, what harsh words. Calling your own relationship drivel.” Tennant runs a single finger down your arm with a borderline mocking frown. “I would never treat you that way, dear.”

It was quick. You barely saw when it happened. Dikke swiped the hand off you in an almost uncharacteristic act of jealousy. “Perhaps thou should mind thy own affairs.” Before there could even be a response, Dikke speaks once more. “Enough of this. Leave us.”

Figuring there was no point in taunting her further, Tennant leaves. Not without dragging her hand along your back, wanting to give Dikke one last teasing parting gift.

“I’m so sorry about that, Dikke. You know how Tennant can be sometimes.” You apologized with a sheepish smile. While you felt like you were just seeing things, her cheeks seemed slightly pink.

With the pest out of her hair, Dikke’s eyes soften slightly. “Thou shouldn’t let rumors fester. Lest they form into something more sinister.” She bows her head towards you and departs, not to finish her book but to find you a present better than diamonds.

Tooth Fairy:

“There has been an incline of cavities at the Foundation. Perhaps I’ve been handing out too many toffees.” Tooth Fairy sighed as she shuffled through her examination papers. The corners of her lips tugged down in a near-invisible frown.

Walking over to her side of the medical wing, you lean over her shoulder, taking a peek. “I doubt it’s your toffees. The kids probably aren’t brushing as often as they say. I know they lie to me about where they get their scrapes and bruises.”

“Was that a poor attempt at making me feel better?” If it were anyone else, they probably would’ve been hurt by that comment. However, as the Foundation’s current nurse, you spend a lot of your days with the dentist. You’ve learned to discern when she’s playing around from her usual tone.

You let out a puff of a laugh, lightly shoving her shoulder. “Speaking of toffee, you wouldn’t happen to have any on you, would you?” There’s a soft smile on your face as you hold out your hand.

There was a faint sound of squeaking leather as Tooth Fairy reached into her pocket. “You’ll be the one with cavities if I continue to spoil you with candies.” She hands you a sweet despite her words. Her gloved hand lingers on yours for a second too long, dainty fingers caressing your wrist as she presses the toffee into your palm.

“But you never say no.” You smiled while unwrapping the candy. After popping it into your mouth, you start to walk out of the office. “I have to go meet with Madam Z about some paperwork. I’ll see you at lunch.”

The way Tooth Fairy watched you leave was downright pining. Her gaze locked on the doorframe. Her eyes soon lower, seeing a certain silver-haired young lady.

“Excuse me, is the nurse here?”

“Hello, Ms. Vertin. I’m sorry, they just stepped out. Is there anything I can help you with?” Tooth Fairy asked as the small child sat on one of the medical beds.

Young Vertin casts her eyes to the floor, bringing a hand up to her head. “I’ve got a terrible headache. I wanted to ask for one of their remedies.”

Tooth Fairy smiled. It was the third time Vertin came complaining about a headache this week. She knew she just wanted sweets, but she couldn’t help but humor her once again. “Well, I happen to know where they keep their medicine.”

The dentist kneeled at your desk, opening the drawer to grab from your stash of lollipops.

“Are the two of you married?” Vertin asked, her head titling curiously.

Nearly dropping the lollipop, Tooth Fairy’s eyes widen a bit. It was an innocent question, but it still made her falter. “What makes you ask that?” Quickly regaining her composure, she hands Vertin the candy.

“When I read stories, the parents in the books act the way you do. They always spend time together and give each other gifts.” Vertin explained.

Tooth Fairy sits at her desk, watching the girl unwrap her sweet. “I see. No, we are not married. We are simply work acquaintances, nothing more.”

Vertin nods before speaking again. “You two should get married. I could be the flower girl.”

“I… will have to discuss that with them. For now, you should be getting to class.” Tooth Fairy turned back towards her papers, hoping to hide her slightly flushed cheeks.

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starkidmunson · 4 months ago

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glitter & crimson

Eddie picks where they go Wednesday night, since they’re in his city, after all. He insists upon picking Steve up from the hotel, too, since it’s on the way to the Mockingbird from his place.

When he walks into the hotel, Steve is sitting on a sofa in the lobby, waiting for him. They smile at one another and Steve meets him halfway across the room.

“Hey,” Steve greets, biting at his lip and looking over Eddie. “You look nice.”

“You, too.” Eddie says, softly, reaching out to trail his fingers along the soft threading of the cardigan before hooking his arm under Steve’s. “Did you scope out the menu to see if you like anything?”

“I did. The Mockingbird is actually one of the places that popped up when I was trying to find a decent place for us to go tonight, but I wasn’t sure if it would be too hipster-y for you.” Steve admits as they walk out to Eddie’s Jeep.

“It’s a little on the hipster side, but it’s in a really cool part of the city. And it’s close enough to walk to part two of our date.” Eddie grins, opening the passenger door for Steve, who raises his eyebrows and grins.

“Already can’t enough enough of me, huh?” He teases, then waits until they’re both settled and moving out of the parking to follow up. “How is there already a part two when part one hasn’t happened yet?”

“Because while you may not have been paying attention, we’ve gotten really good at this whole ‘grabbing food and drinks’ together thing. So we’ve got to throw a little spice in to make it different.” Eddie says, glancing at Steve and sending him a wink before his eyes divert back to the road.

The ride gives Steve a moment to take everything in. Eddie’s leather jacket, gray button up and signature black jeans. The Jeep, which occurs to Steve is not a rental and is his personal, everyday use car, has a lot of personality. An opal charm hangs from around the rear view mirror, there’s a few guitar picks in the cup holders and a binder of CDs occupies the bin in the passenger door.

“Am I passing the inspection?” Eddie asks after a few street lights, a small smile on his face as Steve flushes.

“I’m not inspecting anything, I’m just. Curious,” He admits, makes a show of looking around before looking back at Eddie and teasing, “it’s a lot cleaner than I expected for your car.”

Eddie laughs out loud at that, shakes his head, and bites his lip before answering. “Jeff gave me shit about cleaning it out before you got in, but it wasn’t that much worse than this. I basically cleaned receipts and straw wrappers out the cup holders.” He explains, and both of them relax as Steve reaches over to rub at Eddie’s arm closest to him.

They’re in deep conversation across the table from one another as their meal arrives, and it feels exactly like every other time they’ve been out for dinner except that it’s not, somehow, and Steve can’t think of how to explain that it’s weird without being weird at all. Eddie’s all hand-gestures and wide eyes and grins as he explains what it’s been like recording the band’s newest music, and Steve gets lost in the other’s excitement. It’s easy to do, and it’s a place Steve doesn’t mind finding himself. Eddie is music; his laugh, a melody. While Steve’s decidedly not the musician among them, he makes his best efforts to keep the performance alive.

The conversation shifts to how Steve’s feeling, riding the high of his return to the ice. It’s still strange for him to think about, really, so he doesn’t have much to contribute other than that he’s processing.

“And I should thank you, by the way,” Steve says, reaching over the table to settle his hand over Eddie’s, thumb brushing over his knuckles softly. “I figure it’s your reaction that got everyone on their feet. Can’t say I’ll ever experience anything like that ever again, so. Thank you.”

Eddie flushes, bites at his lip and turns his hand over under Steve’s to wrap fingers gently around his wrist. “I think it had everything to do with you. I’m just happy you were able to get back to doing what you love.”

That warmth returns to Steve’s chest, and he squeezes Eddie’s wrist back, but decides they have to change the topic or he’ll either get too sentimental for a first date or teary; neither of which he’s hoping for tonight.

“So, what’s next on the agenda?” He asks once their plates have been cleared away and the meal paid for. “I believe you mentioned a part two?”

Eddie grins and raises his eyebrow across the table.

“How do you feel about arcade games?”

~~~

“This is so much more than just arcade games, Eddie.” Steve laughs as they walk into a black brick building. It obviously used to be some kind of warehouse but it had been transformed into a massive barcade, with vintage games and pinball machines, indoor bocce ball courts, and even a bowling alley… and that’s just what Steve could see from the front door.

“Too much? We can just go mini-golfing, that’s right around the corner, too.” Eddie offers, looking sheepish. Steve wraps his arm through Eddie’s, pulling him closer as they walk further inside.

“If you think I’m not going to kick your ass at bowling, you’ve got another thing coming.” He teases, grinning wide when Eddie laughs and leads the way to get them shoes and a lane to play in.

What Steve doesn’t expect, however, is for Eddie to bowl extraordinarily well.

“I feel like I’ve been manipulated into something here,” Steve accuses playfully, kicking a foot in Eddie’s direction without any real intent as the other scored another perfect strike.

“There’s plenty you don’t know about me, Stevie.” Eddie teases, sipping from his drink before he shrugs. “For example, bet you didn’t know that I was on the Hawkins High Bowling Team in 2008.”

“Hawkins had a bowling team?” Steve asks, honestly surprised, earning a bark of a laugh from Eddie.

“Roane County Champs that year.” Eddie flops into his seat and gestures for Steve to take his turn. He manages a spare, and turns back to Eddie full of new curiosities.

“Just 2008? You were what, a freshman? That’s the only year you played?” He rapid fires through too many questions, unable to keep them inside himself. But Eddie just smiles, seemingly unfazed by the interrogation he’d brought on himself.

“I was a freshman, yeah.” Eddie nods, also racking up a spare before leaning over the score keeper to get a little closer to Steve while maintaining a safe amount of space between them. “Wayne thought it’d be good for me to join a sports team. Make friends. Wasn’t super athletic, and the alley in town had discount Tuesdays, so it was cheap to practice. Joined up, helped win the title. Then Principal Higgins rolled out a participation fee, and we couldn’t afford it anymore. Thus ended Eddie Munson’s athletic career.”

Steve listens intently, considering how different their worlds truly had been. No expense had been spared to make sure Steve had every opportunity available to him in the hockey world, not while he was young. He couldn’t imagine what life would be like if a participation fee had kept him from the hockey team. And here Eddie was, still weirdly good at bowling, having accepted that it was something he’d have to give up.

“I dunno, man, you’re pretty athletic. I’ve seen you jump and run around on stage, remember? I think that’s way more of a workout than my practices or games.” Steve counters, reaching over the score table to trace his fingers over Eddie’s tattooed forearms. The other just narrows his eyes a bit, before giving Steve a soft smile.

“You’re worrying about me missing out on something with bowling, aren’t you?” Eddie asks, reading Steve like a book, but doesn't wait for an answer before hooking his hand under Steve’s elbow to hold him close. “It wasn’t a dream I missed out on, you’re not looking at a would-be pro-bowler or anything. I was okay, and it was a way to pass the time after everything with my parents went down. I ended up using the half of the participation fee Wayne was able to save up to buy my first electric guitar, so. I think it all worked out as it was supposed to.” Eddie explains, and Steve felt a little lighter knowing the other’s perspective.

~~~

“Next time you’re in Nashville, we’ll go to Pins for Duckpin Bowling. Maybe I’ll have less of an advantage.” Eddie teases, then barks out a laugh as Steve grunts loudly.

“You’re eating this up, but I kicked your ass at skee ball and Mortal Combat.” Steve pokes his index finger into the center of Eddie’s chest, glaring at him through a smile.

“Not that you were counting.” Eddie teases, barking out a laugh when Steve rolls his eyes.

Once they’re out of the bar, where the crowd is growing by the moment, Eddie takes a chance and wraps his arm around Steve’s waist. Without a breath of hesitation, Steve leans into Eddie’s body. Eddie’s almost surprised to feel the weight and warmth of a hand at his own waist as Steve returns the gesture, and he can’t help but bite back a smile.

“I’m glad you’re planning on next time already,” Steve eventually says, and while it’s almost certainly meant to be teasing, it sounds soft and sincere.

“You planning on getting rid of me already?” Eddie asks, and finds his own voice to have the same tone. Steve tips his head to the side, meeting Eddie’s eye, before he smiles and shakes his head.

“Not quite yet, no.” He whispers, then rests his head against Eddie’s arm, gives his waist a soft squeeze and Eddie feels himself float away, impossibly more gone for the man pressed against his side.

Over the ride back to the hotel, Steve and Eddie talk about what their schedules look like for the next few weeks. The Blackhawks have a slim chance at making a Wild Card appearance in the playoffs, which leaves a lot of uncertainty in Steve’s schedule. Eddie, however, is a clean slate until tour rehearsals start in early May. They make preliminary plans for Eddie to head out to the next round of home games in Chicago toward the end of next week, both eager to see one another again as soon as possible.

But then Eddie’s pulling into the hotel parking lot and he stops in the car port, giving Steve a little smile.

“I hate that tonight’s over.” He admits, quietly. Steve smiles back, reaching across the center console to brush a strand of Eddie’s hair behind his ear, out of his face.

“I hate that tonight’s over, too,” Steve says, softly, biting at his lip. “You have no idea how much I wish I didn’t have to fly out tomorrow afternoon. I feel like we just got here.”

Eddie reaches up to hold Steve’s hand by his face, lacing their fingers together. “Well, now you get to get me out on a date in Chicago next week.”

“You bet your ass I’m doing that,” Steve mumbles back, before he leans in and presses a soft kiss to Eddie’s cheek. “Got big shoes to fill, this was a pretty perfect first date.”

Eddie fights the blush threatening to fill out his cheeks as best as he can, in favor of pulling Steve’s hand in and pressing a soft kiss to the back of it. “Good night, Stevie.” Eddie whispers, and Steve smiles back, returns the goodbye, then climbs out of the car and waves as he makes his way into the hotel lobby.

Once he gets home, Eddie fires off a text to Steve to let him know he’s home safe, then hops into the shower. As soon as he’s clean and mostly dry, he collapses into bed, grinning a little too wide, and falls asleep pretty quickly.

When he wakes up the next morning, it’s to his phone buzzing under his pillow. He answers without looking at it, and grumbles rather than offering a greeting.

“Uh, Eddie?”

It’s Steve’s voice that has him fishing the phone out, looking at the screen to find Steve looking back at him, amused.

“Did I wake you?” He asks around a grin.

“Shut up,” Eddie huffs out a laugh, rubbing at his eye with the back of his hand before physically rolling himself out of bed and taking his phone with him. “What time is it? I thought you were supposed to be flying out today.”

“I am. That’s not for a few hours, though. I wanted to call and say hello.” Steve explains, and Eddie stretches to crack his back, before he pauses in his walk to the bathroom.

“I can’t take you with me in there, give me a second.” He mumbles, making Steve laugh again before he puts the phone down on his dresser and takes a quick bathroom break. He’s still drying his hands on his pajama pants when he walks back into frame, but looks a little more coherent as he picks the phone back up. “To what do I owe the pleasure of this early morning phone call?”

“Is 10 o’clock considered early morning?” Steve retorts, just as the door bell rings through Eddie’s house.

“I swear to god, if Gareth forgot his key, he’s lucky you called before he rang that.” Eddie says, redirecting his course of travel from back to his bed to the stairs then the front door.

Steve immediately starts teasing. “It’s cute that you’re so grumpy in the morning. I feel like we’ve definitely talked before 10 and I don’t think you’ve ever been this grumpy.”

“In my defense, I don’t think you’ve ever woken me up before.” Eddie responds, pulling open his front door and freezing as he’s met with Steve in person before him, chewing at his lip. “Oh. Uh. Hey?”

“Hi,” Steve laughs, hanging up the FaceTime. Eddie’s confused for a moment longer, before he pushes the door open further and invites Steve inside.

“You can, uh, come in. If you have time? I can show you around, if you want. I just… wasn’t expecting you.”

“Kinda the point of a surprise.” Steve smiles, stepping around Eddie and waiting until he’s closed the door to take a step closer. “I have a little bit of time, but I mostly couldn’t get on the plane to leave without…”

Steve pauses and it’s just long enough for Eddie to register that he stopped talking. He turns to look at Steve to make sure he’s okay, just as Steve steps toward him. Hands find his hips, turning Eddie’s body so they’re facing one another, and then Steve’s lips are on his and it feels like time has stopped around them.

Eddie’s reaction is a little delayed, which he’s blaming entirely on his having just woke up, but once he’s with the program again, his left hand slides around to cup the back of Steve’s head, holding him in place while his right hand settles at Steve’s hip. Their mouths work together for a long moment, before Steve pulls back slowly and lets out a heavy breath, licking over his lips and meeting Eddie’s eyes.

“How long do you have before you have to be at the airport? I can drive you.” Eddie whispers, but his eyes are locked on Steve’s mouth, which makes the other laugh and nod.

“I’ve got, like, three hours.” He assures, and Eddie grins.

“Perfect, that’s plenty of time.” And with that, Eddie’s leaning back in to press another kiss to smiling lips.

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#glitter & crimson #hockeyplayer!steve harrington #rockstar!eddie munson #this one initially had an additional three pages #but it ultimately felt weird to not end it here #so we'll see if i can knock out another 4 pages or so quickly for the next chapter #i make no promises because my ability to stick to a timeline is horrendous #steddie #starkidmunson writes

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sethsclearwater · 1 year ago

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part 2 to baby fever?!

found this deep in my drafts from forever ago lol - a v short follow up to the baby fever imagine linked here!

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it had been close to one year since emily had her baby and you could not have been more ecstatic about it. paul reassured you he would stay true to what he said and promised him and seth would give you the baby you’d been wanting for nearly 3 years now.

you were in bed watching HGTV while paul and seth got ready for bed. you had beaten them to it and had already showered, changed into pajamas, and were cuddled up in bed watching your show. from what you could hear, it sounded like seth was in the bathroom brushing his teeth and paul had just gotten out of the shower. your phone lit up with a reminder to take your birth control pill so you rolled over, rummaging through the nightstand while you looked for the pills only to not be able to find them.

“paul-” you called, watching as he stepped into the bathroom doorframe wearing just a towel before you continued, “have you seen my birth control pills?” you asked softly, getting out of bed to walk over to the bathroom.

he nodded, sliding his hands to rest on your hips when you got close enough to him, “well?” you murmured, running your hands up his chest as you patiently waited for him to let you know where he saw them.

“i put them in the medicine cabinet.” he said, cupping your jaw and pressing a kiss to your forehead. you scrunched your eyebrows together as you tried to figure out why he would move them. if anything, he was religious about having you take those stupid pills on time every night.

“why’d-” you started, looking from paul to seth before paul cut you off.

“it’s almost been a year. if you want to start trying you’ll need to go off them soon.” paul explained and you watched him shocked, you didn’t think he’d ever actually agree to have a baby with you.

seth chuckled from his spot in the bathroom at your reaction, “i had the same reaction pretty girl.” he teased and you giggled, looking back up at paul who just offered you a small smile and pressed a quick kiss to your lips.

“you can take them if you want obviously but i didn’t think you would.” paul explained and you nodded, beaming up at him as you wrapped your arms around him, hugging him tightly to your chest.

paul just chuckled, wrapping his arms around you so he could reciprocate the hug, “we have to try right now then!” you exclaimed, easily squirming out of his grip so you could grab his hand and tug him back over to the bed before running back to the bathroom to grab your other boyfriend, “seth!” you squealed as he pulled you into a tight hug, gently rocking you back and forth.

“we’ve gotta try right now before he changes his mind!” you encouraged, both men chuckling as you squirmed out of seth’s grip as well to tug him back into the bedroom and get to work.

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ghostieeez · 15 days ago

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˚₊‧ ꒰ა Curiosity Killed the Kitty ໒꒱ ‧₊˚

✧.* Content: Ghostface x fem!reader, 18+ minors DNI, fluff, smut, stalking, obsessive behavior, cuddling, kissing, soft!Ghostface, praise kink, body worship, hickeys, biting, blood kink, mutual masturbation, voyeurism, exhibitionism

✧.*‎ Summary: You beg Ghostface to take you on one of his hunts and things get interesting when he finally says yes.

✧.*‎ Word Count: 5.8k | AO3 Link

You had been moping in bed all day long.

Dark, gray clouds stretched across the sky, and judging by the smell of rain in the air, it was about to start pouring any second. Just a small sliver of the sun peeked out from behind the clouds and sent dim light shining down throughout the streets.

It was just as gloomy outside as you felt inside; not only were you trapped at home, forced to get rest for your healing leg wound, but earlier that day you and Ghostface had actually gotten into a little argument.

A few weeks had passed since that night in the woods, when you confessed your feelings to him. Things had been good between the two of you... at least up until now. You rolled over onto your side and stared out the window, thinking about the fight.

It only happened a few hours prior, when the two of you were on the phone. Daily phone calls had become a new thing between you, and you loved it. You’d chat about anything and everything you could think of. You’d talk about your favorites, from colors to animals. You talked about childhood memories and movies and music. You’d even asked him questions about killing; What was your first kill like? How many people have you killed? Do you remember them all?

It didn’t matter what the topic was, you really enjoyed talking to him, especially the times when you answered the phone and realized he wasn't using the voice modulator.

When he called earlier, you answered giddily with a wide smile on your face, “Hiii!”

“Hey doll, ya miss me?” He said, his natural voice sounding enticing as ever.

You both chatted like usual, catching up, asking about each other's day, all the typical things you talked about. Everything was good until you decided to bring up something that had been on your mind recently.

“Hey I wanted to ask you a question...”

“Hmm?” He responded, interest piqued. “I’m listening.”

“Well you’ve told me so much about your past kills, which has been really cool to hear about, but... hearing is one thing, and seeing is another, so... What if you brought me with you one time? Y’know, on one of your hunts? Then I could see it in person-”

He cut you off, “Absolutely not.”

“What? Why not?!”

He chuckled at your reaction, “Sweets, I can hear you pouting through the phone.”

Part of you wanted to laugh because he was right, but instead, you persisted, “Please?”

He hesitated, “Where’s this coming from all of a sudden?”

“I guess I would say I’m just really curious... After all, killing is a big part of who you are, and I like getting to know you better. All aspects of you. Not just the superficial things.”

“I see,” was all he said.

“So what do you think? Will you let me come with?”

“I really don’t think it’s a good idea, doll,” he answered.

“I pinky promise I’ll be on my best behavior, I’ll listen to everything you say, I’ll do everything you tell me to. I won’t leave any evidence, I’ll-”

“I already told you no,” he sighed.

“And you still haven’t said why,” you pouted even harder. “You don’t trust me, do you?”

“It’s not like that-”

“After everything we’ve been through? You’ve stalked me, broken into my house, stabbed me–multiple times might I add! You’ve literally left your DNA inside of me, but did I go to the police and turn you in?” You waited for a response but he remained quiet, so you kept going. “You know everything about me. You know where I live, where I work, you know my daily schedule. Meanwhile, I don’t even know what your face looks like. I don’t even know your name.”

A few moments of silence passed.

He finally spoke, “Listen... I...”

But at that point, you didn’t want to listen. Your mood had already turned sour, and honestly, you just wanted to lay down for a while.

“Sorry but I gotta go, my head has really been hurting today so I’m just gonna get some rest. Forget I even brought it up. Talk to you later,” your tone was curt, but it wasn’t exactly like you were trying to hide your hurt feelings.

“Don’t-” he started to say but you were already hanging up.

Ever since then, you’d been tossing and turning in bed, staring out the window waiting for it to rain, and reliving the conversation over and over again inside your head. Your phone vibrated and you saw a text from Ghostface. It wasn’t the first one he had sent, though. You read through the stack of notifications on your screen, all from him.

10:44 Call me back, let’s talk about this.

10:47 Missed call from Ghostie 🖤

10:49 Don’t be like this. Talk to me.

10:54 Missed call from Ghostie 🖤

10:54 Why are you shutting me out?

11:23 Just let me explain. Please.

11:28 I have to get back to work soon. Talk to you when I can.

1:25 Heard this song and thought of you. View attachment.

3:01 Don’t forget to take your antibiotics.

Next was the most recent one.

4:56 You still upset with me, angel?

Your fingers started typing a response, only to backspace and erase it all.

Yes you were upset, but it was complicated. Ghostface’s lack of trust did hurt your feelings, but it was more than just that. You were also upset at yourself. You had known from the start that he’d be distant and secretive, that he’d keep you at arms length, afraid of you getting too close. If I knew from the start, why does it still hurt so bad? You thought.

A new text popped up.

4:58 You know I can see you typing, right?

You only had a second to read it before-

Incoming call from Ghostie 🖤

You answered it, voice quiet, “Hey.”

“Hey,” he said, and breathed a sigh of relief. “Glad you picked up. I missed hearing your voice.” You couldn’t help the blush that crept across your cheeks.

“What’s up, why’d you call?” You asked, trying to act nonchalant.

He said your name, his tone stern, but not harsh. “Do not ‘what’s up’ me. You’ve been ignoring me alllll dayyy.”

“It has not been all day!” You said, scoffing.

“So you do admit you’ve been ignoring me, though?”

Well, he got you there. “I... Maybe a little. ‘M sorry, it’s just- it’s...” You trailed it off, at a loss for words. It’s not like putting feelings into words was ever an easy thing.

Luckily, he spoke instead, “Listen, I’m almost off work. I have some things I need to attend to, but in a couple hours I’ll be free. Let me stop by and we can talk more in person.”

“Okay,” you agreed. “See you soon, then.” With that, you hung up. You rolled onto your back and tossed your phone to the side. Your eyes felt heavy and it wasn’t long before your lids fell shut and you were drifting to sleep.

When you woke, you heard the pitter patter of rain drizzling against your window. You blinked your eyes a few times, groggily, and realized your room was almost pitch black. You felt a hand rubbing gently at your shoulder, which must’ve been what woke you up.

“Ghostface?” You whispered. You could barely see him. His black robes blended seamlessly with the dark room. You could see his mask through the darkness, faintly. His hand left your shoulder and moved to pull at the string of your lamp. Light filled the room and illuminated his form crouched next to your bed. His hand was back on your shoulder, rubbing in circles. “Hey. Sorry, I didn't mean to fall asleep for so long.”

“Don’t apologize, you should be getting your rest,” he said. You scooted over and made room for him. “Thanks doll, but I’m a little wet from the rain.”

“I don’t care,” you grabbed his arm and tugged it. “I just wanna be close to you.”

He let you pull him up onto the bed and he laid beside you. You turned towards him and buried your face in his chest. His arm wrapped around you snugly and your bodies fit together in a way that felt so perfect.

“You’re always so cute when you’re sleepy and needy like this.”

It actually wasn’t the first time he’d told you that. He had been coming over a lot more frequently to check on you and clean your bandages, after all. Oftentimes he’d come when you were asleep, and well... he wasn’t necessarily wrong. You did have a habit of clinging to him whenever you woke.

“So warm,” you sighed happily and leaned your body against him.

“So, you ready to talk about our little fight from earlier?”

You bit your lip nervously. “Guess so.”

“Well first I just wanted to say that I can see where you’re coming from about me not trusting you. I know it seems that way, but it’s not true. I do trust you, things are just-” he paused. “Things are just complicated sometimes. I have to be really careful. That’s the nature of doing what I do. I won’t keep everything secret forever but... just promise you’ll be patient with me, okay?”

You nodded, “Okay, I promise.”

“Good,” you could practically hear the smile beneath his mask. “Now that we’ve got that cleared up, can I explain why I actually said no?” You answered with another nod. “Well for starters, it’s dangerous, and the last thing I want is you getting hurt... again.”

“Hey,” you said and leaned back so you could tilt your gaze up at him. “You don’t need to sound so guilty. I already told you my leg is fine.”

“Is it?” He pulled your blanket to the side, revealing your lower half to him. You had on a comfy pair of pajama shorts so your legs were on display. His gloved hand trailed the side of your thigh, his touch so light, then rubbed his thumb just below your bandages. “Looks like we gotta change these soon.”

You groaned. “Ugh, can we do it later? I’m too comfy right now.”

“Fine,” he said with a laugh. Then, “Back to what I was saying. Imagine if our victim fought back and did something horrible to you?” You noticed how he said our victim and you're not sure why but your heart started to beat faster. Our?

“Well then you’d protect me, wouldn’t you? My big, strong Ghostface,” you teased.

“Shut up,” he said, but he was smiling again, you could hear it. “I’m being serious here!”

“So am I! I’d feel safe being with you. You’d look out for me, right?”

“Of course I would, but you never know what could happen, doll. Like I said, it’s dangerous.”

“Okay, noted,” you replied. You knew he was right, plus it was really endearing how concerned he was for your well-being.

“And I’m sure you’re already aware, but it’s also really risky. Any trace of evidence could get both our asses caught. Imagine your face plastered across the front pages and every news channel raving about how they caught Ghostface’s accomplice. They’d throw you in jail just like that,” he snapped his fingers. “Life as you know it would be over in a second.”

“Then I’d just run away with you before they could catch me.”

He chuckled. “Good idea, but it’s easier said than done. You know how many times I’ve had to get a new name to live by? Shit’s exhausting.”

“Really?” You replied, intrigued. You wondered if he would ever tell you his real name. “Sounds like it would suck.”

“Yeah, it does. Listen...” he said, then your name was falling off his tongue, so satisfyingly. “I’m telling you all this because I want you to know the risks if you did ever come with me on a hunt.”

“I understand,” you said. “So when you said no, you were just looking out for me. I appreciate it.” His hand moved to caress your cheek. It was his silent way of saying you’re welcome.

You never expected that he could be such a softy, but him stabbing your leg had brought out a whole other side of him. He’d been so sweet the entire time you were healing so it was obvious he felt bad about what he did to you. And now this, how he was being all protective of you. Your tummy felt so bubbly and happy.

“So after some thought, let me answer your question again. Yes I would let you come with me, but it is a big decision. Plus, I was thinking maybe we should start small anyway. Starting right off the bat with a kill would be a lot for your first time.”

“Yeah...” You agreed. To be honest, you didn’t know if you were ready to watch someone die just yet. The thought sounded terrifying.

He continued, “How would you feel if we started off with just a night of stalking? I could teach you all the ropes and show you how the pros get it done.” His voice was dripping with the usual cockiness.

“Pro? Pretty arrogant, aren’t you?” You asked playfully.

“What can I say, babe. I’m good at what I do.”

Right as you were about to reply, a yawn came from your mouth instead. “Mmm, I’m tired,” you said and pulled the blanket back over yourself.

“Hey! We still need to change your bandages,” he gripped the edge of the blanket, ready to pull it away again, until you looked up at him. He froze in place, too entranced by your soft doe eyes staring at him through fluttering lashes. You nuzzled your face against the soft blanket and hummed contently. You looked so adorable all cozied up in bed. “Fine, I guess we can change them later. It is pretty late so I should get going and let you rest up.”

“Okay,” you said.

“Tomorrow night, I’ll be stalking my next victim. You wanna tag along?” You nodded eagerly. “Okay, good. I’ll tell you more details in the morning but for now, just get some sleep.”

He turned the lamp back off and the room was full of darkness once again. You could barely see the outline of him reaching up and taking his mask off. He leaned down towards you, his face hovered right in front of yours and his breath fanned across your skin.

Before you knew it, he was closing the distance and his lips were pressed against yours. You closed your eyes out of habit and kissed him back. It didn’t last very long but it still had shivers cascading throughout your body.

After he pulled away, he placed a light kiss to your temple. You were glad it was dark because he definitely would’ve teased you for how much you were blushing. You just couldn’t help it, though. The kiss felt so gentle and intimate, and way different than the treatment you were used to from him. You really liked both sides of him.

“G’night, princess,” he said. “Sleep tight.”

“Night, Ghostface,” was all your tired self could muster.

He left the room and shut the door behind him, leaving only you and the peaceful sound of rain against your window. You yawned one more time before you splayed out across the bed and closed your eyes. Soon, you were dozing off and sleeping soundly through the night.

It was finally time.

Ghostface had already given you all the details earlier in the morning, including the victim’s address and a spot nearby where the two of you would meet up first. Now, it was late in the evening, and it was time to get going.

You even had the perfect attire for the occasion; the copycat Ghostface outfit you had bought to prank your ex Eddy with all those months ago. You shuddered at the thought of him. It had been so long since he even crossed your mind. Gross.

Once you arrived, you were surprised to see that it was an abandoned and decrepit old house on the very end of the street. You could see why Ghostface had picked it as your meeting spot, though. Any sane person would stay far away from a creepy ass place like this, especially so late at night.

You approached the house, still walking with a slight limp. You headed towards the back door just like Ghostface told you to do. Once you rounded the corner of the house you saw a wooden staircase leading up to the door. You climbed the steps, wincing at every loud creak they made. You reached out and twisted the knob. “It’ll be unlocked,” he had said.

You pushed it open, ducked under a cobweb hanging in the doorframe, and went in. It was somehow even creepier on the inside. Everything was falling apart and covered in dust. There wasn't much light to begin with, but wearing your Ghostface mask made it even worse.

You made your way through the house. “Ghostface?” You whispered. “Where are you?”

Suddenly he was popping out from behind and yelling “Boo!”

You let out a small shriek. “Ugh, you dick!” You said and smacked his shoulder playfully. “Don’t scare me like that! I’m already on edge.”

“Sorry doll, just had to,” he cooed, then looked you up and down. “But I have to say, I was not expecting the outfit. It brings back fond memories though.”

“Yeah, it does.” You blushed beneath the mask as you thought of that night. It was the first time you had met him, and you were so scared yet so turned on when he ate you out and fucked you in Eddy’s backyard.

He grabbed your hips and pulled you closer to him, distracting you from the past and bringing you back to the present. He lowered his head down and touched the forehead of his mask to yours.

“You ready?” He asked.

“Yes,” you answered, adrenaline buzzing.

“You nervous?”

You let out a quiet laugh. “Yes.”

“Don’t be.” He put a hand on the back of your neck and squeezed gently–his way of saying I’m here. “We’re only stalking tonight, remember? We’re just gonna lay low and observe.”

“Got it.”

“How’s your leg feeling?” His hand that was on your hip slid down to your thigh and stopped right above your wound. He rubbed his fingers against you, lightly.

You pulled away from his forehead and looked up at him. “I keep telling you it’s fine. You don’t need to worry about me.”

“I know, I know. I just...” he trailed off.

“You just what?”

“Just gotta make sure your slow ass can keep up with me,” he teased. You had a feeling that wasn’t what he was originally going to say, but you didn’t press the subject. “C’mon, let’s do this!”

He led you out the door and in the direction of the victim’s house, which he said was just a couple streets away. On the walk there, he gave you some much needed tips on how to move through your surroundings more quietly. You practiced his techniques even though you knew you’d never quite master them like him. He really was an expert at moving stealthily. You two ducked behind cars and moved strategically between houses and fences. You made sure to stay out of sight from any possible onlookers.

Finally, you arrived. You crept around the back and snuck in through the gate as quiet as could be.

“We could hide behind those bushes?” You suggested, pointing to some overgrown shrubs near the edge of the fence.

He nodded, so you both made your way over. It seemed to be a good spot; you could still see in through the victim’s window, but you also weren’t too close. It was inconspicuous enough and apparently Ghostface agreed.

“Nice suggestion, doll.”

“Now what?” You whispered in return.

“Now we watch,” he said.

So, you did. You looked into the window, hoping for something exciting, anything really. Yet all you saw was the victim in his living room watching TV. It was a man, maybe mid-forties, sitting on the couch and snacking on popcorn. As uneventful as it was, you kept watching him.

After what seemed like hours, you asked, “How long have we been doing this? And is it always this boring?”

He laughed. “It’s only been 10 minutes... but, yeah. You get used to it. Maybe we should get a closer look?”

Before you could respond he had already grabbed your hand and started leading you through the backyard until you were standing right next to the window. You had to admit, your heart was racing like crazy. You were so close to the victim–just right outside his house! What if he caught you? What if he called the police? What if-

Ghostface must’ve sensed your tension. “We should be fine, I don’t think he’ll hear us. Notice how loud the movie is?” You listened closely for a second and realized he was right. You could hear it playing even from outside the house.

Slowly, you leaned over and peeked in the window. Ghostface moved and stood behind you. He brought his mask next to your ear and said, “You’ve been doing such a good job tonight.”

“Pffft,” you scoffed. “I don’t know about that.” He moved his body even closer to yours until you felt a bulge pressing against your rear. “What’re you-”

“I mean it, babe. You're a natural. And seeing you in this outfit again–damn. I didn’t appreciate it enough the first time I saw you in it.” He rubbed himself against you in the slowest, softest motions. You couldn’t help the breath that caught in your throat. He put his hands on your hips and gently pulled you back against him, then continued, “You look fucking good.”

The praise had a warm blush spreading across your cheeks. “Ghostface...” You whined.

“Hm? What’s wrong?” He said, feigning innocence. “You keep watching our guy, kay? Don’t take your eyes off him.”

“O-okay,” you said, but his touch already had your legs trembling in excitement. Would you even be able to stay focused?

His hands stayed on your hips as he got down to the ground and knelt behind you. He started kneading your flesh, at times it was soft, other times he increased the pressure.

“Mm, feels good,” you said.

His hands moved to cup your ass next. “Looks good, too. Goddd you drive me so crazy,” he groaned. “Pull your robe up.”

You did as he said.

You grabbed the black material, hoisted it up, and pulled it over your waist. You bent over slightly and poked your ass out, flaunting the black, lacey thong you had on.

“Like this?" You asked, breathless from the anticipation alone.

“You dirty little girl,” he said and slipped his finger underneath the waistband of your thong. He pulled the material back, before releasing it and letting it slap against your skin. You twitched at the sensation. “Were you planning this?”

“Me? No way!” Now it was your turn to feign innocence.

His hands left your ass for a moment and you wondered why, until they were back, but this time with no gloves on. Just his skin on yours. He traced his fingers against the curve of your ass. His touch was light as a feather and you felt goosebumps starting to form.

“You have such a perfect body,” he praised, and the lack of filter on his voice made you realize he had also taken his mask off.

“Thank you,” your voice was quiet, almost shy. You felt him press a kiss to your hip, then a small nibble, which had you yelping.

“I mean it,” he said. “I could touch you for hours, just watching you wriggle and squirm.” He nibbled you again, a little harder that time. He kept going, heading in a line across your ass, each time getting more and more rough. “Plus the sounds you make–don’t even get me started.”

“W-what about them?” You asked.

“They’re so addicting.” To prove his point, he took your flesh into his mouth and sucked, leaving a bright red hickey on your ass.

“Aahh,” you moaned, making sure you weren’t being too loud. After all, you were right outside the window of your victim, who luckily was still glued to the television screen.

“Mmm, see what I mean? I love how you react to my touch. Always so sensitive, aren’t you? It’s so hot.” He moved his lips to your other cheek and left a couple more hickeys, which elicited even more needy sounds to come from you. It was like electricity was bubbling on the surface of your skin every time you felt his lips on you.

While he went at it, his fingers moved down to your legs, tickling you as they slid against the back of your thighs. Your eyes lolled as he began to massage them tenderly.

“I've always had a thing for your thighs. I couldn’t stop thinking about it the first time I ate you out.” His thumbs swiped along the crease of your ass and the pressure felt so amazing. “I love watching them twitch when you cum, too. And I love how they look when they’re covered in hickeys and bruises,” he moaned. Just as he said it, he put his mouth over your thigh and sucked your skin between his teeth, leaving yet another mark on you. His way of saying mine.

You really felt like you were going feral. His words, his touch, the thrill of being caught; all of it had scorching heat pooling between your legs.

He noticed it too, “Baby, you’re soaking.” To emphasize his statement, his hand slid between your legs and his fingers made contact with your cloth-covered clit for the first time of the night. He rubbed his fingers back and forth, so agonizingly slow and gentle. You instantly felt hazy with lust and you couldn’t help but jolt at his touch. Your body was just too caught up in the pleasure of everything. “So wet, just from this?” He teased.

“Can’t help it,” you whined. “You feel so good.”

His fingers brushed your clit one more time before they found their way back to your thighs, as did his mouth, which continued to kiss, nip, and nibble all over. The more time went on, the sloppier his mouth became.

Eventually, he was placing open mouthed kisses all across your lower half. His saliva was dripping down your body as he opened wide and sank his teeth into you. The action left deep teeth marks on you and caused small droplets of blood to slowly seep from your skin.

“M-more, please,” you whimpered. You realized that this was the absolute roughest he had been with you out of the entire past month. The whole time your leg had been healing, he’d been extra careful with you. Not that you disliked his soft side, but damn, you really missed seeing his aggressive side. You added, “Want it harder, ahh- need it so bad.”

He obliged the request and bit down hard on your thigh. You instantly felt blood trickling from it, which he collected on his tongue and licked up greedily. You hadn’t even noticed how your legs were rubbing together, trying to relieve the pent up frustration and dying for his attention to be back on your clit any second now.

He groaned, voice deep and hoarse, “Fuck, you look so beautiful like this. My pretty little baby.” His tongue twirled along your skin and gathered more blood on the tip of it. His hands gripped your ass tightly and squeezed.

“W-wait!” You said. “The movie just ended.” You both froze. You watched closely, waiting to see what he’d do next, then he stood from the couch and went over to a desk in the corner of the room. He pulled out some files from the drawer. “It looks like he’s doing some work at his desk now.”

“That means we’ve got to be more quiet now, doll. Think you can manage?”

Could you? You weren’t totally sure. With Ghostface’s hypnotic touch you knew it’d be hard to keep your voice down. “Maybe?”

“I’ve got an idea, then.”

“Hm?”

He stood from his knees and positioned himself directly behind you, just like before, only this time, he lifted his robes and undid his pants. Next thing you knew, you felt his hardened cock rubbing against your ass, so warm and so big. He hooked his fingers into the straps of your thong and pulled it down your legs until it was fully off of you.

His lips were next to your ear again and he whispered, “I want to watch you touch yourself. C’mon, princess, be a good girl for me and let me see you come undone.”

You bit your lip and did as he said. You put your fingers on your clit and realized just how neglected it had felt this whole time. He had only touched it momentarily so now that your full attention was on it, you were left gasping in ecstasy. You started rubbing in small circular motions. Meanwhile, Ghostface looked down over your shoulder and watched your fingers work.

“Just like that, baby. That’s right. Touch that pretty pussy for me,” he said, voice low, before he wrapped his hand around his cock and started pumping in tandem with you. The slick noises it made was downright mesmerizing.

Honestly, everything felt exhilarating. Here you were, the two of you touching yourselves in some random dude’s backyard, with the looming risk of getting caught at any second. It felt so wrong and dirty, which somehow made it all the more fun. Adrenaline ran through your veins and it felt like your heart might thump out of your chest any second. Your hand faltered as you got distracted listening to Ghostface’s ragged breathing.

“Hey,” his free hand grabbed your chin forcefully, and snapped you back to reality. “I didn’t say to stop, did I?”

“Sorry,” you whined, and your fingers resumed their motions. His hand moved off your chin and grabbed a fistful of your hair. Quiet moans and mewls fell from your lips.

“Fuck, yes,” he groaned into your ear. “Lemme hear those delicious sounds.”

“We're supposed to stay quiet,” you reminded him.

“Fuck it, I don’t care if we get caught. I need to hear you.” His words had you dripping wet and smiling widely, but you knew he didn’t really mean that. No matter what, you could not get caught. You could tell his pace increased as the loud sounds of his flesh slapping grew faster and more frantic. “Please,” he added.

God, hearing that word come from him always turned you to putty in his hands.

You yanked off your mask and now with nothing to muffle your voice, the air was suddenly filled with desperate, needy whines coming from you. Your fingers moved with newfound energy and worked fervently against your clit, matching his rhythm, as you chased release. You were so close.

His hand covered your eyes and he turned your face towards him. You felt his lips on yours. The taste of your blood was still fresh on his tongue and you could feel your orgasm building so wonderfully. Any second now and you’d be sent over the edge.

He swiped his tongue along yours as he let out his own desperate moans directly into your mouth. All it took was a few more strokes of his dick and Ghostface was releasing hot spurts of cum onto your ass. He bit down on your bottom lip as he came, and that was the final push you needed to reach complete bliss.

Your body quaked, legs shook, and breath quivered as you felt your orgasm crash over you. While your fingers started to slow, Ghostface pulled away from your lips and uncovered your face. You could hear him letting out quiet whimpers and praise from behind you.

“That was amazing,” he whispered. “Fuckkk.”

He took hold of your wrist and brought your fingers to his mouth. His tongue darted out and lapped at your juices. You wished so badly that you could turn and watch him suck and slurp you clean because you knew the sight would be fucking hot. Instead, your head hung low as you tried to catch your breath.

Next thing you knew, the outdoor light flickered on and you heard the back door opening.

“Hey!” A voice shouted.

Fuck fuck fuck fuck–

Both of you scrambled to put your masks back on and were moving as fast as you could to grab your thong and his gloves off the ground and get the hell out of there. It didn’t matter how weak your legs felt, how much cum and blood was dripping down them, or even how winded you were at the moment; that all disappeared as your adrenaline kicked in and had you fleeing the scene with impressive speed.

“That’s right, you better run!” He called after you. “And stay the hell out of my yard!”

You and Ghostface kept running until you were a few streets away. Once you felt safe enough, you slowed down and took in deep breaths of air. Your lungs felt like they were on fire.

“Holy shit, that was scary,” you said.

“More like exciting,” he replied, and you couldn’t argue there. “So what do you think of your very first time stalking someone?”

Your mind flashed back to everything that had just happened and you smiled cheekily, “Gotta say, I can’t wait to do it again sometime.”

“Glad we’re on the same page then,” he said, his tone smug as ever. He grabbed your hand and started tugging you along with him. “Now let’s get you home and into bed.”

Yet to you, it felt like the night had barely begun. The last thing you wanted was to go to bed. You were thinking of a million more ways to jump his bones, then you realized, you could always just try asking?

“What if we continue what we started once we get to my house? We’ll be on the comfy bed, with no need to worry about being loud, just you and me-”

“Fuck yes,” he replied eagerly, not even needing a reason to be convinced. “I thought you would never ask.”

Looks like your fun for the night was only just getting started.

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drunk-on-dk · 11 months ago

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Strawberry Wine, Stained Lips | Lee Seokmin (M)

This fic is for the Cupid for You collaboration with @svthub, please be sure to go give all the fics and writers some love this Valentine's Day

pairing: Lee Seokmin x fem!reader genre/tags: fluff, smut, established relationship, boyfriend!seokmin, Valentine's Day centric rating: 18+ (minors & ageless blogs do NOT read/interact) w/c: ~5.6k warnings: mentions of alcohol (wine tasting), SMUT (nsfw warnings under the cut), pet names (kitten, love), some wine tasting inaccuracies but bear with me it's for the plot, pretty much pwp, no specific pronouns used but mentions of fem!anatomy & wears a bra

Summary: Your boyfriend decided to surprise you with a surprise getaway to a winery for your first shared Valentine's day. Seokmin isn't sure if it's the effect of the sweet wine or your honeyed smile, but he's found himself utterly infatuated with you.

A/N: this fic is for the lovely Indi (@wongyuseokie) who put together this wonderful Cupid for You @svthub collab. I know it isn't much of a surprise, but I hope you love this fic. Thank you for everything you did for this collab, and I am so excited to brainrot over DK with you after this fic.

nsfw warnings: protected sex (woohoo!), flavored condoms, switch!seokmin, switch!reader, both might be obsessed with each others thighs, oral (fem & male receiving), fingering, lots of kissing!, love bites, some overstimulation, lots of praise, aftercare!, may have gotten carried away with the smut! (this is literally half plot half smut)

“We’ve arrived, my love,” Seokmin announces, softly tugging at the blindfold blocking your vision and waking you from your half-asleep daze. He had placed the delicate fabric over your eyes before you even had the chance to ask where he was taking you for your first Valentine’s Day together. Much to your dismay, Seokmin refused to share any hints about the surprise, and it had been a relatively long car ride to your destination. Eventually, you found yourself dozing off to the comforting sound of him humming along to the music in the driver’s seat.

It was hard to not giggle as his shaky fingers worked at the flimsy piece of fabric, featherlight touches tickling your nose and cheeks. His own chuckle mixes melodiously with yours, knowing it’s unlike him to be so nervous around you. However, before you even had the chance to see him, you could sense the million-watt smile that buzzed from your boyfriend as he pulled in and announced the arrival to the much-anticipated surprise destination.

As expected, Seokmin was smiling ear to ear, eyes scrunched up in delight as you acclimated to the sudden re-exposure of light, cooing at the way your nose scrunched whilst your vision adjusted. Blinking a couple of times, you peered out the car window as he anxiously awaited your reaction.

It took a few silent beats before you practically leaped out of your seat, your purse flying off your lap as you turned dramatically toward Seokmin with a thrilled expression. His eyes immediately light up knowing that he’s done well so far.

“No way, Seok! This is beautiful,” you gasp, unable to contain your own excitement as you take in your surroundings. A slowly setting sun illuminates a vineyard before you, golden hues lighting the field from where you are parked, and a beautiful estate property is located adjacent to the lot. Your whole body is warm at the sight and the thoughtfulness of your boyfriend. “Please tell me that we’re here for a wine tasting? It’s not fair to mess with me like this, if not.”

“Happy Valentine’s Day, Y/N,” he beams, hands intertwining with yours before bringing one up to his lips, pressing a soft kiss to your knuckles. “I wanted to make our first Valentine’s Day together special. We also have a couple’s suite in the vineyard’s hotel down the road.”

You almost melt in your seat from how considerate the day was that he planned. It actually takes all the energy in you to not scream your excitement to the world. You two had only been dating for a few months now, but Seokmin has treated you better than any of your other partners had before.

A shy smile crept onto your face, your own body shaking in elation now that you finally knew more about the night ahead of you. You have to refrain from throwing yourself across the dashboard, grabbing his cheeks between both your hands, and pulling him into a sloppy kiss.

Nonetheless, you do find yourself leaning over the front glove compartment, pressing a multitude of kisses to your boyfriend’s cheek. He receives your affection gratefully, turning his head oh-so-slightly to capture your lips with his, and you delightfully hum into the plushness of his lips.

Seokmin knows he better move before you really have the chance to pounce on him, fearing that you two may never make it to the wine-tasting if he doesn’t stop you in your tracks. He pulls away tentatively, motioning that it’s time to leave the car. “C’mon, we have a wine tasting to get to.”

You can’t help but squeal, grabbing your purse and following him towards the estate after he opens the passenger door for you. Seokmin chuckles when he hears you mutter a quiet ‘pinch me, I must be dreaming’ in response.

“Good Evening, Mr. Lee and Miss. Y/L/N. We are delighted to have you join us for a tasting of our most valued Valentine’s collection,” the vineyard’s wine ambassador greets you both as you approach the venue, pausing when the two of you politely return his greetings before continuing his spiel. “As you may not know yet, the Cupid Estate is known for its historic collection of wines, and only the most coveted reserved wines are provided as selections on Valentine’s Day. Are you ready to join us and learn about some of our wines?”

“I have never been more ready for something in my life,” you’re quick to agree. Seokmin gives your hand a slight squeeze as you look up at him, eagerness clear in your eyes as you follow the ambassador to your seating area. Seokmin is so endeared by the enthusiasm that radiates from your entire being, already feeling successful with his plans for the night together.

Your ambassador leads you to a tasting area located on one of the balconies of the estate. It's a surprisingly warm area with multiple heat lamps to keep visitors comfortable despite the cool February air, and there is nothing that blocks the stunning view of the vineyard that runs as far as the eye can see. You note that a few other couples are spaced out across the expanse of the large balcony and it warms your heart to be here with Seokmin - who still has yet to let go of your hand.

The Valentine’s reserve collection is lined up before you, your ambassador noting that the rich red wine is already pre-opened to allow for the wine to breathe for the best tasting experience. You notice a few treats laid out before you as well; some cheeses, chocolates, strawberries, and other various pairing foods.

Your host works expertly to finish setting things up as you lean over to Seokmin, trying to keep your voice low as you share your continued excitement to be at a wine tasting, “there are pairing snacks! This is the real deal, Seokmin.”

“Which do you think will be your favorite?” Seokmin chimes, entertaining the way your eyes dart between each bottle of wine. His thumb continues to gently caress your knuckles, he almost pulls away to allow you to fully take in the spread before you, but you’re quick to recapture his hand.

“Mmm,” you seem to be in deep thought, gnawing gently on your lip as you survey the options. “Maybe the Pinot or Merlot with the chocolate? I do like the look of those fresh strawberries, though,” another pause as you ponder, and Seokmin has to hold back a chortle when you settle with a shrug, “I guess whatever wine will taste the best in the end.”

Seokmin’s eyes are dreamy as he watches you observe your surroundings. Your own eyes are wide as saucers as your ambassador finishes setting up the area before you, turning your head to stun Seokmin with that smile he’s been fond of since he first met you.

“Alright, lovebirds,” your ambassador claps with a knowing look on his face, gaining attention back on him as he holds up the first wine, extravagantly displaying the bottle before pouring a small serving into both of your glasses.

“While this is a heavier wine tasting with mostly reds, we will be starting off with a rosé to wake up your taste buds. You can expect some notes of raspberry, some florals, and you might notice some herbal hints.” He beckons for you and Seokmin to pick up your glasses, urging you to observe the light pink color of the wine. “Please do note that this is a light-medium-bodied rosé, giving it the delightful pink color you see before you.”

You follow as Seokmin holds the wine up to his nose, breathing in the scent of the wine at the same time you do. It’s enough to make you shiver, skin prickling as your cheeks warm from the smell of the wine alone. Seokmin takes a sip, which you follow yet again, savoring the way the flavor of the light wine bursts on your tongue.

“Wow,” Seokmin practically belts out, his well-maintained composure faltering for a second to reveal the true goofiness of your boyfriend. You do earn a couple of looks from neighboring couples due to his sudden outburst. “That is delightful.”

You nod, giggling and agreeing, used to how loud Seokmin can truly get when he’s enthusiastic, and continue with the tasting. “What do you suggest we pair with the rosé?”

“I’d recommend one of the cheeses placed before you,” the ambassador holds a plate out for you and Seokmin to grab a piece, basking in the explosion of flavors as you take another sip and nibble on the cheese.

The ambassador allows you two to enjoy the rosé a bit longer, conversing on the flavor profile and asking a few more questions about the history of the wine before deciding to proceed.

The next wine presented to your table is an iconic Zinfandel that has been a popular blend at the Cupid Estate for the past few years. It’s an aromatic wine that makes your ears run a bit hot. The wine also makes your heart pound a bit faster when you look at Seokmin, who hasn’t stopped praising the wine even though you’re only two tastings in, and he’s looking undeniably handsome in the setting golden hour hue.

Following the Zinfandel, a robust Pinot Noir is poured for you two. Your ambassador recommends trying the strawberries and chocolate with the wine, as you had previously mentioned. The flavor is absolutely delightful, and at this rate, this wine will likely be your favorite.

A Merlot is poured before the finale. You’re not sure if it’s the wine or if it’s Seokmin’s touches that set your body alight, your eyes wandering to his hand that now gently massages your thigh as your ambassador describes the wine. You know it’s supposed to be a soothing action, more innocent than how scandalous it’s making you feel, so you ultimately blame the wine for the sudden throbbing in your core where Seokmin’s hand lays closest.

Finally, the tasting ends with a Cabernet Sauvignon. It’s noted that this wine has been aged for years and is imported from a sister winery for this collection specifically. It’s full-bodied and a bit heavier than the Pinot and Merlot, and you’re glad to end the tasting with a special reserved wine.

Admittedly, you’re glad the tasting was coming to an end overall. As much as you’ve enjoyed it, you’ve become hyper-aware of the cherry hue to Seokmin’s lips and how stunning his features look under the moonlight and dim lighting of the estate, the sun setting long ago. You sigh dreamily, enjoying another sip of the Cabernet, realizing just how romantic this short Valentine’s Day getaway is with Seokmin.

When the tasting is over, your ambassador asks if you have any favorites. It’s an easy answer, the reserve Pinot Noir had won your heart, and Seokmin agreed without hesitation.

“Please enjoy this complimentary bottle on us,” the ambassador chimes, providing the Pinot Noir in a gift box wrapped beautifully with the estate’s branding.

Seokmin is quick to express his gratitude, but you’re both weary to accept such a pricey bottle of wine. “We can pay, I really do not mind. The service was wonderful tonight.”

The ambassador shakes his head, stressing that he is more than happy to provide it as a gift. “It’s not every day that I get to serve our finest of wines to such a lovely couple. Please take this as a token of appreciation for enjoying our wines, but also for being such a lovely pair to serve this whole night. Plus, don’t forget that Pinot serves as a wonderful aphrodisiac.”

You both oblige, continuing to express your gratitude, but your jaw drops at the aphrodisiac factoid. You’re stunned when the ambassador winks before lightly cleaning up and leaving you two alone.

“Thank you, Seok,” you coo, staring out into the night sky before turning to face him. He’s looking at you so lovingly that you practically turn into mush in your seat.

“Anything for you,” he responds softly, his hand finding home yet again on your thigh.

You feel the need to lighten the mood, the air suddenly feeling heavy around you as the tension seemingly grows thicker between you two. You lean over, motioning for him to come closer as you jokingly whisper, “Was that man who served us wine cupid? Truly, who was he?”

“You know what? You make a good point,” Seokmin’s smile falls a bit lopsided, and you’re not ready for whatever comment he has to make next. The wine has made him a bit loose-lipped since the ambassador left, and he’s becoming touchier and touchier by the minute. “I think Cupid shot me in the ass because I fell head over heels for you.”

You almost roll your eyes, laughing that he’s even entertaining your question, but then they almost bulge out of your head at the admission instead, “You’re head over heels for me?”

“Is that what I said?” He motions to himself incredulously, looking around in a manner as if saying ‘Did anyone else hear what I said? This person is crazy.’

“I think I heard something along the lines that Cupid,” you nod your head discreetly towards the ambassador who continues to serve fellow couples, “may have shot you in the ass,” you chuckle at the way he continues to avoid eye contact, “and that you fell head over heels for me.”

“Hm,” Seokmin ponders, a blush running up his neck all the way to his ears. It’s so damn endearing that you yet again have to restrain yourself from showering him with even more kisses. “It may have been something along those lines.”

“I love you, Seokmin,” you beam, loving the way his eyes dart towards you, clearly stunned that you’re the first one to confess your feelings, but still absolutely delightfully gobsmacked. “This has truly been the best Valentine’s Day ever.”

“And I love you,” he breathes out, large hands massaging your thigh as if his words aren’t enough to display his feelings. “So damn much, kitten.”

His actions and words make your thighs press impossibly tighter against each other, which does not go unnoticed under his intense gaze. His eyes darken upon noticing how you tremble under his touch. “What do you say we go check into our suite? Share our sentiments even more?”

You were barely inside the suite before his lips were brutally attached to yours, back pressed against the front door, and complimentary wine bottle dismissed on the entry console. Seokmin’s hands were everywhere as he drank you in entirely as if you were a glass of his favorite wine from the day instead of that damn Pinot Noir.

Admittedly, he was addicted. He’s been addicted to you ever since he first laid eyes on you months ago and he just can’t get enough.

His long fingers find home in your hair, woven between the strands before traveling down your neck, running over the small of your back, and settling on your ass. Seokmin gives you a teasing squeeze, pulling a soft moan from you that allows him to kiss you even deeper, his tongue dominating yours successfully.

He tasted of the wine you two shared just hours ago, but it was even sweeter when it came from his lips. Even though you weren’t necessarily buzzed from the tasting, you were convinced you could get drunk just from his kisses and touches alone.

“Seokmin,” you whimper, giggling softly as he nibbles at your bottom lip, the residue taste of wine seeping from his lips to yours. “You still taste like that Pinot.”

“Is that a bad or a good thing?” He snickers against your mouth, panting heavily before pulling back slightly to observe the swell and stained red color of your lips. He’s sure his lips look reminiscent of yours.

“So good,” you keen, hips rolling against his as his hands continue to knead at the flesh of your ass. You don’t even care that you’re already so needy for him, you’re absolutely shameless when he’s the one taking care of you. “Need more of you.”

“Take it slow, kitten,” the name runs chills down your spine, and when Seokmin slots his thigh between your legs, you almost yelp at the contact of the muscle against your hot heat. “We have all night, don’t we?”

The delicious friction of his muscle against your clothed core coaxes you to roll your hips against his thigh, addicted to the way his muscle flexes with each jolt of pleasure through your body.

“All night,” you parrot quietly, the words barely audible, and head lolling to the side as his lips make their way down your neck. He’s claiming you with each nibble of your delicate skin, sure to leave faint marks on your collarbone.

Seokmin’s hands are gripping your hips, guiding your motions as you languidly roll against his thigh. “So warm,” he breathes into your neck, his breath tickling your ear and his raspy voice shortfunctions your brain. “I bet you’re soaked for me, kitten, aren’t you?”

“Y-yes,” you moan, almost painfully as you aggressively keen into him, his grip brutal on your hips in an attempt to slow you down as you chase your ebbing high. Occasionally, you can feel his erection trapped beneath his tight pants, knowing that he must be as desperate as you, but doing a better job at hiding it.

You think you could cry, your clit is throbbing from the friction against his thigh, but it’s not enough to get you to your release, even when he’s talking so dirty to you. You’re growing uncomfortable, your underwear feeling damp and you’re positive you’ve left a wet mark on Seokmin’s pants at this point.

You’re desperate, hands clawing at his pristine button-up in an attempt to speed up the process. Seokmin isn’t one to tease, but he sure seems to want to take his time with you tonight. Thankfully, he allows you to peel his clothing off, assisting with your clothing as well, mutually undressing each other between wet kisses until you’re both left in your undergarments.

Unfortunately, this means Seokmin’s thigh is no longer slotted between your legs, your underwear, and the slick between your thighs exposing just how needy you are for your boyfriend.

“Fuck,” Seokmin groans lowly, drinking you in for the nth time tonight, brain and hormones running rampant upon seeing you stripped down to your lacey bra and panties. His voice is rapsy before he lifts you into his arm, gasping when you feel his hardness pressed directly against your core even if it’s contained by his black briefs, and carrying you over to the plush bed. “You’re all mine.”

Seokmin drops you gently onto the bed as if you’re his greatest treasure (which you might just be if you were to ask him). He’s quick to dive into you, lithe fingers running along your inner thigh and lips leaving a hot trail down your neck to the valley between your chest.

“Please,” you beg, nipples perking up and skin prickling when his lips run over the lace of your bra, his hot breath making the delicate fabric feel bothersome and sticky on your skin.

“Please what, kitten?” Seokmin’s hand is dangerously close to your core, tongue tracing circles around the area where your nipple is trapped under your bra. “You have to tell me what you want. I’ll do whatever it is.”

“Touch me,” you almost wail out, choking on your words when two fingers press firmly against your core right where your clit is.

“Oh,” he coos, almost sympathetically, peering up at you between your breasts to see your reaction as he teasingly rubs small circles over your clit. “You are soaked for me, what a good kitten.”

Seokmin has you trapped beneath him, spit staining the fabric of your bra and fingers rubbing lewdly against your soaked panties. “Not enough, Seok,” you whine, needing just a bit more.

“Since you’ve been so good,” he sighs, the hand that has been providing support snakes behind your back, expertly unsnapping your bra and releasing your breast for his viewing. The other hand that has been working at your core hooks your underwear, peeling it off of you without any trouble and discarding it on the floor.

His lips are back on your nipple, this time feeling the full sensation as he nips at the peak, making your back arch perfectly in time as two of his fingers line up with your hole. He dips them in shallowly before sinking in deeper, your walls clamping tightly around his digits.

“My love,” Seokmin groans, his two fingers pumping in and out of your heat, shocked at just how tight you are and loving the way your chest rises and falls from how worked up he already has you. “You are so tight, even when it’s only two fingers. How are you going to take me?”

You don’t even have a response, releasing a moan as his fingers curl and scissor inside of you. “P-Please, add another, I can take it.”

“Of course you can, kitten,” he chuckles, lips reattaching with yours and adding a third finger. He loves the way you moan into his mouth, capture all your pretty cries and pleas. “Doing so good for me,” he rasps, pumping his fingers in and out of your pulsing walls until he feels your thighs start to sake.

“C’mon,” he coaxes, knowing you’re close to release and curling his fingers expertly inside of you. Your fingernails are digging into his back, surely leaving a trace as your whole body trembles and shakes with pleasure. You’re not even kissing him at this point, your mouth sloppily against his as you pant and listen to his guiding words. “You can do it, kitten. Cum for me.”

You release a loud moan, the firey-hot rubber band snapping inside of you as you gush around his fingers, his lips recapturing yours for another passionate kiss as you come down from your high. Seokmin lets you ride it out on his fingers for a bit longer until he pulls them out leaving you feeling incredibly empty.

Seokmin thought you’d be spent after this, and he’s shocked when you gather enough strength, flipping him over and straddling his thighs, kissing him one last time before you climb off of him. He chuckles incredulously when your fingers slip beneath the waistband of his briefs, pulling the fabric down his thighs and off of him completely, revealing his hardened length.

You practically drool when his large cock springs up, pink tip dripping with pre-cum. It’s tempting enough that you slide between his legs, cock twitching as you get closer, running a kitten lick down the slit of his tip and swallowing his essence without hesitation.

His hand darts to your hair, pulling you back up to his mouth rather than his cock. He growls when your sopping core comes into contact with his length, noticing the way you slot the tip of his cock strategically between your folds. “I don’t think so, kitten, tonight is about you.”

You indulge him for a while, engaging in a passionate kiss whilst grinding into him, loving the way his length runs between your folds so easily and jolting every time his tip brushes against your clit.

“Seok,” you break the kiss, feeling overwhelmed and absolutely drunk off his kisses, ready to give in and sink down on his cock. However, you’re reminded you need protection. “S-Seok, do you have any condoms?”

“Fuck, thank you for reminding me,” Seokmin huffs, nose tucked into your neck when he remembers another surprise for you. He sits up, keeping you on his lap and letting you run kisses down his jawline to his chin, frustrated when he can’t reach his wallet on the nightstand next to you.

When he finally does, you’re head lolls back in laughter at his second surprise of the night, so far that he has to wrap an arm around your lower back to keep you from falling off the bed.

You’re stunned to see he’s pulled two condoms out of his wallet, both with illustrations of treats that you had just tasted earlier in the day with your wine, “are those what I think they are?”

“I was just thinking,” he hums, eyes crinkled in amusement as he holds the two wrappers before you. “What about strawberry or chocolate-flavored condoms instead?”

You giggle, grabbing and holding the square wrappers in your hand, a devious glint in your eyes as you reposition yourself on his lap. “You’re full of surprises tonight, Seok,” and you’re quick to dismount him yet again, falling to your knees beneath his thighs yet again as you contemplate your choices.

It seems like a hard decision for you, Seokmin could almost burst as he watches you consider your options, your plump bottom lip between your teeth and looking so beautiful between his legs.

“Let’s try strawberry,” you decide, opening the wrapper and swiftly rolling the condom onto his length. “Can I try a taste?”

“Of course,” Seokmin groans, eyes full of lust when your tongue darts out, running from the base of his cock to the tip.

“So sweet,” you hum, lips closing around the tip and puckering at the sweetness of the artificial condom. “Just like a lollipop.”

“Fuck,” he’s panting at the way you kitten lick his length yet again, lips and tongue sucking teasingly at his length as if you’re savoring the flavor of him. It doesn’t help that the lubricant of the condom makes your plump red lips glisten even more. “So beautiful. You look so pretty like this, kitten.”

He only encourages you more, head slightly bobbing as you attempt to take more of him in until he pulls you off of him again. “Save some for me,” he demands, and you’re not quite sure what he means by that, but you allow him to pull you back up onto the bed.

Seokmin is back in control, his hips trapped between your thighs as he lines his tip up against your core. “Fuck,” he shudders, running his head between your folds and mixing your juices with the strawberry lubricant of the condom. “Still so fucking wet, all for me.”

“Of course,” you murmur, hips bucking when he teasingly dips his tip into your heat, prodding between your walls that so badly want to take him in. “All for you.”

“Can I fuck you now, love?” Seokmin sighs, loving the way you look so desperate beneath him, leaning over you to trap you under him yet again. One of his hands still guiding his length between you.

“P-Please,” you beg, and he’s not one to keep you waiting too long when you ask so nicely. Soon, he’s sinking into you until he bottoms out, filling you completely and wholly until you’re both groaning out in unison at the feeling.

“Always so tight for me,” he growls, chest pressed against yours as his hand darts out to your thigh, guiding you to wrap your legs around his waist as he tests the waters, rocking his hips gently until he knows you’re ready to take his length.

“Fuck,” you cry out, losing yourself in the shallow thrusts of his hips. “And you’re so fucking big, Seok.”

“You don’t even know what you do to me,” he coos, teeth nibbling on your jawline as he pulls out a bit further until thrusting into you a bit harder. A bit deeper. Enough to have you let out a silent cry, encouraging Seokmin and emboldening him as he begins to spear you with his cock.

He lays over you, rocking into you and bottom out with every plunge of his cock, hitting you perfectly. His support hand makes its way behind your neck, pulling your lips up to his as he continues with ministrations, and you feel a bit fuzzy when his other hand grips your thigh that’s wrapped around his waist. Almost as if the plush muscle is what his life depends on.

Your hands are everywhere, from his back to his hair to his ass, encouraging him to thrust into you faster and deeper.

Seokmin knows what you want, deciding to sit up straight so he can grip your hips, holding them firm as he picks up his pace. His thrusts are so deep and so hard that you let out a pathetic noise with each hit of the sensitive, spongey spot inside of you.

It’s absolutely lewd, the way your walls grip his cock so tightly that he can still feel the way they pulse around his cock, even with the barrier of the condom on. Your silky walls are like a vice, almost making it feel impossible for him to pull out, but nonetheless, he sets a brutal pace. The sounds of his hips connecting with yours are absolutely vulgar, mixed with his dirty praises and your incoherent pleas and cries.

Seokmin isn’t sure how much longer he can make it, not when you’re clawing for his biceps, eyes screwed shut and breasts bouncing with each thrust of his cock.

“So fucking beautiful,” he pants, nearing his end when he feels your walls throb, and he knows you are close to your second orgasm as well. “Taking me so well as usual.”

He knows he needs to help you out, fearing that he may finish before you at this rate, He falls over your chest yet again, thumb finding your clit between your two bodies as he encourages you to reach your high. “C’mon, look at me, Y/N. I wanna see your pretty face as you come undone.”

It’s hard, but you somehow manage to look at him, desperate eyes blown out as you near your high. Your thighs begin to shake around his waist, and he knows it’s the telltale sign that you’re near your end.

“That’s my pretty, kitten,” his voice is so low and raspy that you gasp, “cum for me, I want to feel you finish around my cock.”

That’s all you need, the pleasure shocking your body as your walls convulse around his length, and it’s the most mindblowing feeling as usual when Seokmin continues to fuck you through it all. However, his release follows not too long after as you ride through your high. The condom fills inside of you, your pulsing walls still milking him throughout his orgasm as you both come down from the overwhelming feeling.

You’re almost limp, drunk off his cock and pleasure, enough to not even notice as Seokmin pulls out of you, even though it’s admittedly a terribly empty feeling every time.

Seokmin shocks you yet again when his lips find their home between your legs, suckling at your clit and tasting your release. The overstimulation almost burns your entire being, but you can’t stop yourself from lazily rolling your hips toward his mouth as he licks and sucks at your heat.

“You taste so sweet,” he moans into your core, lapping up your juices and the residue strawberry flavor. “Always taste so sweet.”

You can barely speak, thighs closing tightly around his head and it doesn’t take long for you to release on his tongue.

Seokmin seems satisfied, realizing you’re fully fucked out when he can’t even get you to shower. He takes his time with aftercare, cleaning you up as best as he can and dressing you into your soft pajamas.

He assumes you are sound asleep by the time he joins you in bed, but is delightedly surprised to see your eyes flutter open, staring at him like he’s the best damn thing in the world.

Pulling you into his arms, he wraps you up and places a kiss on your forehead. “I love you,” he mutters softly, making you smile shyly as you cuddle in closer. “I hope you enjoyed this Valentine’s Day.”

“It was the best Valentine’s Day I’ve ever had,” your voice is raspy with sleep, he might think it’s the cutest thing ever (sexiest thing ever), but if he wasn’t cuddled up with you, he’d go run a couple of victory laps around the suite if he could. “I love you too, Seok.”

You fell asleep soon after, not having enough energy to watch a movie, but Seokmin didn’t mind. He found himself dozing off with a silly smile on his face, feeling accomplished that you admitted it was the best Valentine’s Day ever, but also that you both could so openly share your feelings now.

The drive home the next morning with Seokmin may have been one of your favorite parts of your brief surprise Valentine’s Day trip. The car ride was filled with fleeting, loving touches, your favorite sound of Seokmin’s voice singing or humming along with tunes from the radio, and you couldn’t forget the complimentary wine buckled in the backseat.

Of course, you find yourself lulling to sleep as Seokmin drives, dreaming that one day the special Pinot Noir from the Cupid Estate can be opened for another milestone event in your love story with Seokmin.

However, Seokmin has never been more shocked by you than when you arrived home, carrying all your belongings upstairs and pulling him in for another deep kiss. His jaw almost dropped when you pulled a familiar wrapper out of your purse, a devilish lilt to your voice as you asked, “What do you think about giving the chocolate condom a shot?”

Happy Valentine's Day, lovelies!

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inuyashaluver · 11 months ago

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hello!! can i request a mlt fic where her and reader adopt a dog and all the man u girls go and visit them!

mumma life - maya le tissier

maya le tissier x reader

description: in which you and your girlfriend adopt a puppy, both of you loving the mother life

warnings: fluffy, swearing

a/n: maya baby! this is too cute, giving myle baby, thanks so much, enjoy!! ❤️❤️

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you and your girlfriend, maya had been dating for over 3 years and the both of you felt that something was just missing. you both wouldn’t miss the yearning looks you gave each other when you witnessed your friends taking that next step in the relationship.

“baby, look” maya gives you an exaggerated pout as she drags you by the hand on a little stroll through the park on your day off from training.

“maya, please, it’s the fourth time we’ve stopped” you groan, your girlfriend in response squeezes your hand and tugs you closer to her body. when she’s pleased with the distance, she pulls you into a tight embrace, starting a trail of kisses from the base of your neck up to the curve of your jaw.

you let out a shuddering breath and feel as maya’s lips upturn into your warm skin, she always did this when she wanted something and you both knew it.

“you know you want to” she whispers in your ear and your cheeks flush instantly, you grip her bicep warningly and she giggles at your pink cheeks. after a short staring competition followed by maya’s excessive pouting, you threw your head back in frustration and the girl in front of you smiles brightly. she’s got you.

“fine, le tissier, we’ll get a dog” you sigh, maya grins excitedly and lifts you in the air for a few seconds. you can’t help but laugh gleefully and maya relishes the sound.

as soon as she puts you down, she immediately gets down to business, discussing what type of dog, how you’ll take care of it, names, everything you could imagine, maya was talking excitedly to you.

—

about three weeks later, you and maya discussed all the formalities about the dog and both of you were extremely excited. maya in particular, causing quite a stir up amongst your teammates.

you were both extremely chipper at training, maya couldn’t keep her hands off you and everyone watched you both amusingly.

“why are you so happy?” ella points out in the change rooms after training, maya grins happily and places a hand on your stomach as she stands behind you. the team watches intrigued at the upcoming conversation.

“we’re going to hear little feet around the house soon” maya says shyly, kissing your cheek as you lean into her. everyone is looking at you with wide eyes.

“you’re fucking joking” mary breathes out, clutching ella’s arm in slight fear but also excitement.

“it’s early but i think we can tell you” maya giggles, her hand resting on your stomach beginning to move gently causing each teammate to gawk at you.

“did you get (y/n) pregnant?” millie exclaims, covering her mouth in utter shock. yours and maya’s eyes widen in shock, “w-what?” you stutter out, cheeks bright red, shaking your head quickly.

“what! no, you idiots! we’re getting a dog” maya barks, pulling you closer to her body as the team let out little sounds of understanding.

you can’t help but laugh at the reaction and maya pinches your hip warningly. after all the initial shock, all of the girls excitedly question anything and everything about the new addition to your little family and you both can’t contain your excitement either.

—

you’d both gone shopping for the new puppy, maya spoiling it rotten, it had you nervous for when you’d both actually have children.

she’d always excuse it with, “baby, we’re mums now, our little girl needs to have the best” she boasts, kissing you gently and convincing you instantly. you just can’t say no to her.

maya had gotten pulled for media after training and you were free for the rest of the afternoon, meaning, you were going to pick up the puppy and bring her home.

maya was slightly heartbroken, claiming you’d be the favourite mum already, “babe, i’m off” you wave from behind the camera as she sat down for an interview, she pouts at you and gestures for you to come over.

you roll your eyes amusingly but make your way over, she immediately pulls you into a tight hug, kissing the side of your head affectionately as she gently sways you both from side to side.

“me and baby will be waiting for you” you whisper in her ear, she squeezes your hips and gives you a quick kiss, ushering you off so she could get home faster.

as soon as you turn, she gives your behind a little smack and you shake your head in response, causing her to giggle when you don’t even turn around.

—

you and the puppy were waiting at home and you’ve cried of cuteness at least 6 times. she was perfect, she’s literally a dog but you felt like her biological mother and knew maya would feel the same.

you sit on the floor with the unnamed puppy playing with her new toys as you wait for maya.

when you hear the front door unlock, maya’s keys clang on the little table you had in your doorway. hurriedly taking off her jacket and shoes before rushing over to where you were.

when she saw you and the puppy looking up at her with loving expressions, she felt her heart stop. she coos at the sight, the puppy nervously wags her little tail as she approaches maya and sniffs her hand, immediately licking it and gesturing to be picked up.

“look at you, aren’t you the cutest?” she coos, cuddling the puppy happily. you can’t help but tear up again, seeing maya so happy.

maya glances at you in worry and moves to sit next to you, “why are you crying?” she giggles affectionately, puppy in one hand as she held your own with her other. “you two are so cute” you fuss, moving to rest your head on your girlfriend’s shoulder.

the puppy scrambles out of maya’s arms to play with a toy on the ground and you and maya cuddle up next to each other.

“what should we name this little angel?” maya smiles, you both brainstorm numerous names but none of them felt right. eventually, you and maya settle for the cliche of naming a brown dog ‘coco’ but it just felt right.

—

puppy training with maya was proving to be easier than expected. you both settled into a routine that just worked, maya making an effort to teach coco a bunch of tricks that make you giggle.

each time you would interact with the puppy, maya would swoon and look at you with the most love sick expression she could muster.

you both got home from training and you immediately go to find coco, lifting her up and cradling her to your chest. “say hi, mummy” you coo, looking at maya with a bright grin. maya’s cheeks are burning, coming over to greet the puppy before kissing you sweetly.

—

it took two days of you and maya fussing over your new puppy with endless amounts of bragging to the girls until they claimed enough was enough. they needed to meet their niece.

it was planned that whoever wanted to come needed to be in small groups, just so the puppy wasn’t too overwhelmed by the large numbers of people.

“what if she likes them more than us?” maya grips your leg tightly as you sat on the couch, the girl sitting on the ground between your legs.

“baby, you’re worrying for nothing, she’ll love you the most” you smile, wrapping your arms around her shoulders and kissing her cheek gently.

she hums and leans into you, coco wanderers over to the both of you, looking up with big puppy dog eyes and a frantically wagging tail.

you and maya immediately fangirl over the puppy, maya picking it up so you could both look at her with bright, affectionate grins, that’s when the doorbell rings and maya’s face drops.

“you’re fine, it’s okay” you mumble in maya’s ear, pressing a tender kiss to the side of her head, moving past her to open the door for the girls.

on the other side, you see millie, ella and mary standing there with eager smiles.

“where’s the little one?” mary says excitedly, you let them in and lead them to the living room to see a happy puppy bounding over to the new people and a scowling maya now sitting on the couch.

“someone’s happy to see us” ella says sarcastically, sending maya a little wink. “she’s a little protective over little coco at the moment” you say sheepishly, moving towards maya, the girl grabs your hips and forces you to sit next to her while the three girls fuss over the little bundle of joy.

maya instantly wraps her arm around yours to hold you close, you smile at her and she can’t help but smile back, nudging you with her shoulder before looking at the girls interact with coco, a little smile evident on her features.

“she looks just like you, maya” mary teases, causing maya to scoff with wide eyes, “excuse me?” she exclaims, “no, she really does, you have the same eyes” millie quips, looking between coco and maya, ella starts laughing immediately.

maya gawks at the girls, “now that you mention it-” you start, maya instantly places a hand over your mouth when you start talking at looks at you warningly. you giggle and stop but maya still holds you close.

the girls stayed around for a couple hours, you snapping pictures with them and uploading them to social media had fans going crazy.

as soon as the girls were gone, coco looks up at maya with a soft expression and you both move to sit on the couch again. with a sleeping coco cuddled up in maya’s lap, you both watch a movie with your heads resting against each other.

“see? she knows who her mummy is” you tease, kissing maya’s cheek when her pout is formed on her face. you reach out to pat coco’s head gently as you snuggle into maya.

“i can’t wait to have kids with you” maya whispers affectionately, her eyes trained where you gently pet your shared puppy.

“me too” you quip back instantly, looking over at each other with shy grins. it took about 15 minutes for the three of you to fall asleep, snuggled up together on your couch without a care in the world.

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mayaletissier: hot mamma (y/n/n) and her cute baby (and coco’s there too)

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yourname: maya le tissier!

↳ mayaletissier: that’s me, baby

↳ yourname: don’t credit your daughter like that

↳ mayaletissier: i love my daughter and her mum!

yourname: coco supremacy

↳ mayaletissier: we made that

1maryearps: baby coco is perfect

millturner_: cutest puppy in the world

ellatoone: i’m her favourite auntie

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fenharel-babe · 1 month ago

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Okay. Gotta rant about something I was thinking about when it comes to DATV and how I feel like they messed up (or at least missed out on some good stuff).

Okay I (personally) don’t like how the romance banter is sooooo short. With Lucanis And Spite together? They could’ve had *sooo* many ones. And some scenes of Spite taking over and talking to Rook instead of just him showing the wings during the sex scene.

Like in DAI it was at least actual banter. Like party banter and not just around Skyhold or when you’re talking to the character themselves. And DAO I remember Leliana and many companions teasing the Warden AND Alistair (on separate occasions) about the romance. At least ten minutes or so. Even Wynn teased him! About his eyes focusing on her swaying hips. Love her for that but anyways. Even in DA2 there was some banter! Cannot remember how long exactly but it was by other companions and not just the MC and the LI themselves.

I just miss it :(. I enjoyed when companions noticed and mentioned it! Especially when they encouraged it!!! Like Wynn in DAO! Telling the Warden that Ali and their relationship was goood for both of them!! Super sweet and grandma like.

BUT they did do good when Harding was talking to Emmrich about his and Rook’s age difference. I guess she was concerned about Rook (just like Emmrich was about their age differences near the end) and I really did like that. Showed one companion DID notice their relationship and actually thought about it. They actually care about the two involved and want to talk about it.

I was looking up the banter for Lucanis and it’s literally only 1 minute if you’re excluding the dialogue between Rook and Lucanis since I mean it’s banter but I was looking for the party banter. And only 2-3 comments from other companions in DATV about Lucanis and idk if there’s more for other romances. It’s just something I really didn’t like and I wish they did more for.

For example, Spite could’ve been in A LOT of romance dialogue. I, personally, believe Spite could’ve interacted with Rook at least in banter because we’ve seen him do it for others!! He’s sooo funny when talking to others, so it could’ve genuinely been great to see HIS reaction/feelings to a romance and not just Lucanis. It would’ve been funny at times (which I love when Banter is) since Spite is very blunt while Lucanis is a little shy, so Spite could’ve been spreading his true feelings while Rook is around (and others) and Lucanis is like “HUSH PLEASE😭”. Like how he was during the fireplace scene! “I want. To talk. To Rook!” LET HIM DO IT IN PARTY BANTER. IT WOULD’VE BEEN SOOOO GOOD. DON’T JUST HAVE HIM TALKING ABOUT MANFRED AND HOW HE HAS FEET BUT HE (Spite) DOESN’T HAVE HIS OWN.

I haven’t gotten to others’ romance, but I have a feeling it’s very similar. It would’ve been great to have more dialogue and not just little ones around the lighthouse and like 1 minute (or maybe less) of actual PARTY BANTER.

#dragon age #dragon age the veilguard #I LOVE companions and the way they interact with each other. the romance gives them EVEN MORE ways to react!! and develop friendship!! but #no. they skipped out on that.#dragon age Lucanis #lucanis dellamorte #emmrich volkarin #dragon age Emmrich #dragon age Davrin #dragon age Bellara #bellara lutare #idk Davrin’s last name #Lace Harding #dragon age Lace #neve gallus #dragon age Neve #Dragon age Taash

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smoreboi · 2 months ago

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Well, I'm a little late to the post (randomly popped up on my fyp) How would you rank your enjoyment of the different life series and why? Also are smores your favourite food or not, if not, I will be mad (jk jk)

hard question, I love them all, but here’s my attempt at an answer. also, I am in the group of folks who tries to keep up with multiple pov’s, but im also very busy, so mostly I just end up watching grian’s, so that will effect my answers

third life - the og, if i hear any hate for third life, i will rip and tear and bite, twas the beginning of something so fantastic. There’s a reason Desert Duo and Flower Husbands and RenWood and such are still terms that get thrown around in fan discussions today, an icon of a season. 10/10

last life - if I’m ever to forget the major occurrences of any of the life series’, it would be last life, it’s probably the lowest on my list because of that, there are tons of great moments, and the introduction of the boogeyman was great, it just stuck with me less than the others 7/10

double life - YES YES 1000X YES. I’m not brave enough to say it’s my favorite, but just. Watch the Everen animatic for double life on repeat for 13 hours and try to come back to me telling me you’re normal about double life. You can’t. If you can, you’re lying. The angst factor was up to 100 when they decided to make double life. And every pairing in there was iconic. 100/10

limited life - I feel like when I finally get around to watching martyns pov for limited life, I’ll be able to enjoy it more, for now, it’s still highly ranked, it’s just not as highly ranked bc the gimmick wasn’t as gripping from a them actually playing stance. Loved all the timepieces and symbolism in the artwork, and I mean, bad boys, ties, nosey neighbors, the family, the mean gills, all icons in their own right, just. There wasn’t much change to the gameplay imo. 8/10

secret life - so I have been able to watch scars pov for this one and just. 😭😭😭😭the ending, with the “she’s dead, scar. you won” and the “how did the guy with no friends win” and just. AAAAAHHHHH I wanted to eat my own teeth it would’ve been less painful than that. You’ll note that the ones with more angst factor are higher rated in this list, it just gets all the creative folks going feral and I love seeing it and occasionally trying to be a part of it, anyways, yea, we’ll say 50/10

wild life - not a fully formed opinion yet because the series isn’t finished, but this is the most gimmick we’ve ever gotten and I am soo here for it! Put these creatures into situations!! I have been consistently watch both grian and rens POVs for this one since grian uploads a lot later than most of the others (+ I keep up w sarez and jimmy’s reactions to sarez (keep the nickels coming, reddit folks, I ain’t there, but I support you)) and really just. I need to watch more of ren is what I’ve learned from this, he makes everything fun. We’ll say 9/10, subject to change as the series progresses

bonus: real life - such a good April fools episode, 10/10 for being hilarious and putting them folks in funny little situations (this is separate from my other ratings, I still like actual canon seasons more than real life)

and for the second question, s’mores are fantastic, definitely in the top, but I don’t think I can say they’re my number one favorite food, just because there’s so many foods out there. the blog name came from the first friend I ever came out to saying that my chosen name reminded them of a smore and then proceeding to call me smore friend around folks I wasn’t comfortable being out to as a way to not deadname while still keeping stuff under wraps.

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klaprisun · 9 months ago

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One Sunny Day

(Stardew Valley) (Haley x Female Farmer)

Chapter 10: Haley's POV

“What are you looking for, Haley?” Alex questions me.

“Hm? What do you mean?” I retorted back. We are standing in our usual ‘Egg Festival spots’ which is at the other end of the town square and in the grass.

“You keep looking over there,” Alex points to the pathway leading west from town square.

“No I'm not.”

“Yes you are. I literally see you looking right now.”

“I think you’re seeing things, Alex.”

“But-”

I turn and give him a frown before he can even begin the rest of his sentence. Instead, he begins a different sentence that I let him finish, “Are you waiting for Farm Girl Danny?”

“No! And don’t call her that! She is more than just a farm girl, Alex. She is also more than a personal comedian,” I cross my arms and daze off for a second, not realizing I am staring right at the pathway I said I wasn’t.

“Um… okay? Not just a farm girl and not just a… personal comedian… Got it,” Alex gives me a confused thumbs up. Sometimes I think there is just air inside his head, but I tolerate him. He has gone through a lot in his life and needs someone there for him. His grandparents took him in when his mom passed and dad walked out. Evelyn and George are very kind people and did a great job taking care of him through his life. He is very kind to both of them in return, and does a lot for them since they’ve gotten older. I love visiting their house and eating Evelyn’s wonderful cooking. However, they make a lot of leek salad for George which I’ve never figured out. Every meal he has to have either just a leek or a leek salad!

Alex wraps his arm around my torso, and I lean my head against his side. We’ve been on and off a lot as a couple. A couple years now at least. Sometimes, I’ve caught him cheating on me when we take trips into Zuzu city but I can never actually see who it is he is with and if she looks like me or not. That’s always the question. OR! He moans a different name when we have sex. Whoever ‘Taylor’ is. Other times he is just plain rude. I don’t know why I stick around though. I think it’s just a small town and I feel trapped. Another reason is I really do feel for him and understand all he has gone through.

Finally, not that I’m looking or anything, I see Danny come into sight over at the west pathway. I immediately stand up straight and stop leaning on Alex. He notices my reaction and moves his arm away, half expecting me to bolt over to her.

She is wearing those overalls she wore like 4 times when she first got here. She has on a purple shirt underneath that looks like it has yellow flowers on it. Perfect for the Egg Festival. Her chestnut brown hair under her cowboy hat has been chopped off though! It’s about shoulder length and shaggy. She no longer has the long braid that I thought was pretty cute on her.

I reach for my own hair that I braided this morning for the occasion and start fiddling with it anxiously, unsure of what to do next.

Everyone is crowding Danny as she enters town square. All talking to her, introducing themselves to her if she hasn’t met them already, and Vincent and Jas are hugging her legs. I can’t seem to peel my eyes away from them all. I feel a pang of jealousy rising in me.

“Do you want to go over there, too? Say hi?” Alex snaps me out of my trance.

“No. Let’s just stay here.” I continue watching from a distance. There is no need to go over there. She seems busy with everyone else anyway. That is until she looks my way. She raises her hand in the air as a hello gesture. From here, I can still see her bright, big, charming smile.

The crowd is still swarmed around her, but she is only focused on me. She doesn’t break her gaze after gesturing hello, but she doesn’t walk over here either. Instead, she finally turns to Mayor Lewis and nods her head.

“Everyone participating in the annual egg hunt, get into your positions!” Mayor Lewis announces.

“Eat dust guys. You all know I win every year,” I hear Abigail brag. Vincent and Jas look visibly upset as she says that. Danny noticed their reactions and started smirking.

“We’ll see about that,” Danny says to Abigail who is staring daggers at her.

“On your marks… get set… GO!” Mayor Lewis chants.

Sam, Elliot, Vincent, Penny, Jas, Abigail, Maru, Leah, and Danny all take off around the town. Alex had walked over to his grandparents to socialize with them which I don’t blame him for. I’d do the same thing. I’m left standing around a couple bushes that I've noticed earlier had an egg hiding in them.

Danny is now grouped up with Vincent and Jas, helping them find eggs. They are laughing and playing around searching every area imaginable. Danny points out the eggs for them and they run over and throw them into their baskets. Danny hasn’t put a single egg in her own basket.

The three of them get closer to me and I decide to speak up.

“Pssst,” I whisper to them.

3 pairs of eyes make direct eye contact with me. I tilt my head in the direction of the bush that has the egg in it. Danny gently taps Jas to go over and get the egg. In a fit of giggles, Jas runs over.

“Thank you ma'am,” Jas politely thanks me.

“Yeah, thank you ma’am,” Danny smirks and tips her hat slightly at me. I immediately feel my face get warm. The short hair really suits her.

Danny doesn’t even realize the two kids took off looking for more eggs. She is too busy standing all high and mighty with her arms crossed, staring at me. I notice her look me up and down a couple times, and I feel my stomach lurch.

“Look at you,” she takes a step and takes my long, blonde braid gently in her hand, “you look like a princess.”

My face gets even warmer and I can only manage to stutter, “I-... ye-... uh-...”

“That’s time folks! Bring your eggs to me so I can count them!” Mayor Lewis announces across the town.

“See you around, princess,” Danny mutters before catching up to Jas and Vincent.

“Abigail with 8 eggs!” Let’s see if anyone can out do that this year!” Mayor Lewis calls out.

Everyone who knew they didn’t have over 8 eggs shyly backed down. However, Jas and Vincent went running over to Mayor Lewis with their baskets. Danny is standing proudly a couple feet behind them.

“Would you look at that! Jas AND Vincent with 10 eggs each! We have the winners folks! Here is your prize… sorry…we only have one,�� Lewis says shamefully.

The two of them run over to Danny with their prize. It was a straw hat. They hand it up to her but she just takes it and places it playfully onto Vincent's head, purposely covering his eyes with the brim. She looks behind her and notices a daffodil growing from the ground. She bends over, picks it from its place, and hands it to Jas. However, there is still another daffodil growing in the same area and she picks that one too. She starts walking over to me.

“For you. For helping with finding an egg,” she sings as she hands me the daffodil.

I do a small gasp. “For me? Thank you!” but before I can take it out of her hands, she tucks it behind my ear.

“Matches your outfit,” she points out. I had totally forgotten I threw on a yellow and green sundress today.

“Oh…yeah…you’re right,” I mumble while smoothing out my dress.

“Did you enjoy the Egg Festival?” Danny asks.

“This festival is alright... but what I'm really looking forward to is the Flower Dance.” I reply as I raise my shoulders and tilt my head.

“Ahhh the flower dance. When is that exactly?”

“It’s on the 24th. You’ll be able to see it on the calendar at Pierre’s,” I pointed over to the wall of the store where the bulletin board is. Part of me wants her to look at the calendar so she knows it’s my birthday tomorrow.

“I guess I’ll have to look at that before I go home today, eh?”

“You could.”

We stand around in awkward silence, neither of us knowing what to say next.

“Well I better get back home and keep working. I have to rack up some more money so I can expand my house and actually get a kitchen and a bedroom,” Danny chuckles, “I have nowhere to put my groceries… or all those ladies you think are in love with me,” she sneers jokingly.

“You need to forget I ever said that! I mean look at you, I don’t know who would ever love a big mutt like you,” I say a little meaner than intended. Danny’s face drops. I didn’t mean to say it! She seems easy to love and she isn’t a mutt! I don’t know why I just said that.

“You just had to ruin it. I have to go Haley,” Danny storms off to the west path and disappears. I’m left standing alone, holding my hand up to my mouth and choking back tears.

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kazumist · 2 years ago

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EPISODE 16 ★ ALMOST

FAKE IT TILL WE MAKE IT — A SCARAMOUCHE SMAU

masterpost / prev ep / next ep / timestamps don't matter

everything that happened after that… exchange with scaramouche (or kunikuzushi? you did agree to start calling him by his first name now) was a bit of a blur. it was surprising that none of your friends caught you and him during that close proximity (which, mind you, ended as soon as it started).

yet how come now you’re alone with him again? this is ludicrous!

“how did we end up here again?”

“we both wanted to get out of the event; everyone is far too busy with their own business inside anyway,” he answers, leaning more onto the railings of the balcony before the both of you. who knew that an event’s venue would have a balcony?

right. you both wanted to get out for a while.

but does it really have to be this awkward?

“about earlier…” he starts.

“it was nothing; we were just dancing. don’t worry about it too much.” it was anything but nothing, but even you didn’t know what it was.

awkward silence once again. but this somewhat helped kunikuzushi to think about some things in his life.

lately, he has gotten along with you more than you knew. it’s pretty ironic, honestly; back then, you’d disagree on most things. but how come now you have your own inside jokes? no one except him knew why you’d laugh at the sight of clownfish or how you’d soften up every time you saw the korilakkuma plush on your bed (though he doesn’t really need to know that). hell, even simple notes would remind him of you.

before either of you could even realize it, you both had your own influences on each other.

how ironic of him to feel comfortable around his rival, indeed.

now that you think of it, you didn’t really thank him properly for that plushie, right? (if your small mumble of “thank you” didn’t count for him, that is.)

everyone dies at some point, so it wouldn’t hurt to just give him a quick peck on the cheek, right?

right?

kunikuzushi was still busy zoning out on the railings, so he didn’t really see your face coming closer by the second (you had your eyes shut too, so neither of you could really see each other).

but what did catch his attention was the sound of the approaching footsteps, which indicated where you were. he turned his head, and speechless was an understatement for his reaction.

it all happens so fast; the girl he's supposedly (fake) dating is suddenly coming up for a kiss, and someone is most likely going to open the door any second now. if he hadn’t turned his head, then maybe your lips would just land on his cheek, just like you planned. but now it was aiming for his lips as well—kunikuzushi doesn’t believe in god, but this is one of the rare moments where he’d actually ask for help from him.

hearing the click of the door, both of you retracted your actions immediately and turned your heads the opposite way, acting as if nothing had happened just now.

“oh! there you two are. we’ve been looking everywhere for y—wait, was i interrupting something?” childe’s voice was heard.

“you weren’t interrupting anything. why were you looking for us?” you asked him back, turning around and facing him. “nothing much, really. we just wanted to know where the two of you were since you suddenly disappeared after the whole dance.”

“oh. i think i’ve gotten my fair share of fresh air tonight, so i’m heading back in. kuni?”

kuni? where did that came from? all three of you thought. you were wondering how you even said that in the first place and mentally cursing yourself for it. kunikuzushi himself wondered where you got such a nickname, and childe wondered since when did you get on a first name basis.

“i’ll stay a bit longer. you go on ahead.”

maybe this was the sick feeling you had all along.

extra notes.

oh uhm. haha heyyyyy i suck at writing narrations so this is kinda hard to understand or imagine but ngl i had that one ohshc scene in mind while writing this LOL also shitty reason as to why you wld kiss someone's cheek haha sorry couldnt think of anything else rlly (its implied to be a thank you for everything rlly but. yeah)

CRYING PROM ARC IS FINALLY OVER i can move on to the next part !!!! war is over and yes this is the end

will they finally kiss? who knows (i have the right to remain silent)

synopsis.

what happens when scaramouche, your rival since the first year of highschool, had some annoying admirers on his back? easy—he (fake) dates you to shoo them off. nothing can possibly go wrong with faking a relationship with the guy you hate, right?

spoiler: apparently, a lot can go wrong.

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anonymousewrites · 1 year ago

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Of Two Worlds Christmas Special 2023

Fushiguro Megumi x Half-Curse! Reader

Mouse Note: Merry Christmas! I know everything is going to hell in the actual story, but here's a Christmas gift for you all! Enjoy the holiday season!

Additional Mouse Note: Aka if everything was okay and happy.

“What happened to the kitchen?” asked (Y/N) as she walked in after getting the call from Gojo for a meeting. The entire room was covered in flour, and in the middle was a giant (and she meant giant) stack of cookie sheets.

“Gojo-sensei made us cookies!” cheered Itadori.

“They taste surprisingly good,” said Nobara. She huffed. “Of course he’d good at everything.” It was infuriating how easily Gojo did everything he tried.

“Can I have one?” asked (Y/N).

“Sure.” Megumi held out a cookie.

“Nope!” Gojo snatched it from him. “No more eating cookies until we’ve decorated!”

“Decorated?” repeated (Y/N).

“Yep, for Christmas!” From seemingly nowhere, Gojo pulled out a large shopping bag and dumped the contents out. Sprinkles and icing in all different colors and designs clattered onto the table. “Tada!”

“This is what you brought me here for?” said an unimpressed voice. Nanami stood in the doorway and crossed his arms.

“Of course! It’s Christmas,” chirped Gojo. “Come on, come on! It’ll be fun.”

“No,” said Nanami. “You’ve already made enough of a mess. I’m not adding to more.”

“I agree with Nanami-san,” said Megumi, and Gojo deflated.

“You two don’t want to decorate?” asked (Y/N), blinking and looking at the pair.

Nanami and Megumi looked back and nearly sighed. Nanami was too weak for the teen he saw as his own daughter, and Megumi was too weak for the girl he liked.

“I suppose I have a bit of time,” said Nanami.

“I have nothing else to do,” said Megumi.

Itadori and Nobara exchanged looks and grinned. They both knew neither would stay if it wasn’t for (Y/N). It was hilarious.

“Alright, then, let the decorating begin!” Gojo grabbed Nanami and Megumi by the collars before they could change their minds again and dragged them to the table.

“Yay!” cheered Itadori, grabbing two cookies (one to decorate and one to eat).

“I’m going to make the best cookie here!” declared Nobara competitively. “And then I’m going to give it to Maki.”

“Are you trying to impress her?” asked (Y/N) curiously.

Nobara turned red. “No! No way! I just think she’d think that it was cool because I think she thinks I’m cool or at least I hope she does.”

(Y/N) blinked. She hadn’t gotten any of that. “Megumi, what does that mean?”

“I’ll explain it to you later,” said Megumi.

“Okay. I was just trying to be supportive. I think Maki and Nobara are nice together,” said (Y/N), still unaware that Nobara was so red she might melt in embarrassment.

Megumi grinned and chuckled at the reaction. “You’re doing fine, (Y/N).”

She brightened. “Oh. Good.”

They all sat down and took icing and sprinkles before Gojo could steal anything (he was hoarding and creating some monstrosity that would somehow turn out perfect because it was Gojo doing it).

(Y/N) stared at the cookie in front of her, shaped into a gingerbread man. She didn’t consider herself quite creative, but she wanted to do something fun. So, she picked up some icing and began to carefully place it on the cookie. She was silent as she worked beside her friends, and each time she finished a cookie, she picked up another gingerbread figure.

“Done!” declared Gojo. “Tada!” He held up a sheet of cookies with a variety of expertly decorated sweets with designs such as presents, Christmas trees, and a yeti(?).

“Dammit, why is he good at everything!” cried Nobara, slamming her hand down angrily. Her own cookies were a mess of rainbows and cute sayings about Christmas on them.

“Wow, Gojo-sensei!” said Itadori, eyes wide. His cookies were a mess of green, white, red, and ton of sprinkles. “Those look so good.”

“The bakery I go to has better,” said Nanami simply. He had classic cookies in traditional Christmas designs, simple geometric patterns and the like.

Gojo pouted. “You should appreciate me more, Nanamiiiiiii.”

“I don’t appreciate showoffs,” said Nanami.

“I like yours, Megumi,” said (Y/N), looking at his cookies.

Megumi looked down at his sheet of blue, silver, and white cookies. “I think I forgot about the Christmas part.”

“I still think they look good,” said (Y/N), smiling.

Megumi turned a little pink. “Thanks.”

“What did you do, (L/N)?” asked Itadori eagerly.

“Oh, mine look bad,” said (Y/N), straight to the point.

“Show us!” said Nobara.

“Come on, (Y/N),” said Gojo eagerly.

(Y/N) sighed and held up her sheet. On each of the gingerbread figures, she had attempted to make her friends as cookies. It was messy, but they could identify Itadori’s pink hair, the blindfold and white hair for Gojo, suit for Nanami, skirt for Nobara, gloves for herself, and spiky black hair for Megumi.

Her friends stared at it, touched that she had tried to create all of them. It was very sweet.

“They don’t look like you,” said (Y/N). “Sorry.”

“They look so cool!” said Itadori.

“It’s us,” said Nobara, grinning. “So cute!”

“No one appreciated me…” pouted Gojo. “But yeaaaah, (Y/N)’s are good.” He was being honest, but he was being stupid, too.

“Very well done, (Y/N)-kun,” said Nanami, smiling slightly. He was honored to be a part of (Y/N)’s creation.

“Yeah, it looks really nice, (Y/N),” said Megumi. “Good job.” He smiled at her.

She gazed back between him and Nanami and smiled shyly. “Merry Christmas.” She paused. “I can say that before the actual day, right?”

The group laughed, and (Y/N) looked at them in confusion before smiling at their joy. A Merry Christmas, indeed. All she wanted was her family together. That’s why she had made what she did. Her wish was for everything to be happy together.

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ssaalexblake · 2 years ago

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it’s also baffling to me that tumblr, home of the ‘why are white men Still being cast as the doctor’ for So many years now (For you know, like over a decade.) is somehow not appalled that they hired a white dude to be the next Doctor because look okay it’s okay if it’s This white man.

I mean, I do not consent to acknowledge that they’ve shoved him in there under any circumstance, but my Only need for the casting of the next person was that it was Not a white man, otherwise i didn’t care who it was, so when they “announced” Gatwa I was satisfied (i am hesitant to say they announced it bc it was more like a tiny footnote than an announcement, oh the disrespect) and it took a whole seven days (it was literally seven days. Yes i counted. it was easy since it was only seven days) it was ‘actually sorry no it’s this white dude we’ve already had before did we forget to mention that???’ and it’s steadily gotten worse and worse.

That This site of all places is not up in arms about both the situation and how it specifically played out is depressing, but also massively and darkly hilarious.

Especially since i Also remember nobody on this site thought casting Whittaker was good enough but literally going backward to a previous white man is?? This is not even a metaphor about diversity getting worse, they literally looked backwards.

But, yeah, tenn/ant with the ‘what the future looks like’ headline is uh... Good???? Not super worrying and ominous?

I feel like i’ve been dumped in some weird parallel universe by reactions to all of this on here like??? the whole way this was done was appalling, the situation is appalling, but i guess the bbc/disney should get a rousing round of applause for accurately judging that nobody would care about their poor actions if the specific white guy they cast was popular enough that next to nobody would care.

( and to the ‘it’s an anniversary ep’ thing, they legit could have just set a couple of eps in the past. i don’t mean they travel to the past. i mean just say ‘hey this ep is set during s4!’ and nobody would care. this show does weirder stuff than this every second episode. and it would still be bad, but how they did it is so much Worse.)

#dw shit #literally feel like i live in some wild parallel universe where weird shit is happening #genuinely #i am baffled #while also not being baffled at all #i try to be a realist rather than be cynical or optimistic but you know what #in this case #i honestly expected better of people #guess the cynicism would have helped here #idk i love 13 but i like jodie too and it'd Suck Balls to see her stomp on somebody else down the line #i'd hate it #i'd lose respect for her #but i've never been one for stan culture i guess #any bs on this one gets blocked and totally ignored tbh the level to which i do not care is So High #all i'm saying is #when they do more bs with white guys you Don't like #remember they learnt they can get away with it when nobody cared when they did it the first time #their litmus test has sure given Results

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laylasmoonchild · 2 years ago

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Cherry Flavored Smoke

Sam x Reader x Danny

Summary: Danny and Sam have a close friend, who used to be a fan. Under the influence of marijuana, the Reader decides to answer some fan related questions from them… And… They act em out✨

WARNINGS: Sex, Threesome, Male Receiving Oral, Fingering, Smoking Weed, Alcohol, Face slapping (Consensual)

(Let me know if I missed anything!)

Word Count: 6964

I met Greta Van Fleet after a concert for another band… And I’d be lying if I said I didn’t go to said concert with them in mind. I was a fan for awhile, and happened to have connections with the performers and figured, why not? Well, it was better than expected. Not only did I get to meet them, but I became pretty close to them; mainly the lovely rhythm section…

Cut to now, I still think it’s crazy how close we’ve gotten considering I’ve told them every embarrassing fangirl nonsense I’ve contributed in. Well… Almost everything.

I thought about this while getting ready to have my annual Friday night get together with Danny and Sam. We say “annual” but it really takes place when we actually happen to have the time.

I took a shower after work and finished getting ready. Tamed my post shower hair, did my skincare routine (knowing I was just going to be with Danny and Sam, I didn’t feel the need to wear makeup.), and picked out a comfortable outfit. We usually eat something made by one of us or takeout, drink a little, and maybe even some herbal refreshments. It’s nothing crazy, so I opt for an oversized band tee and leggings, which is much more comfortable than my work clothes…

My phone lights up on my vanity while I continue to spray my perfume on my pulse points… And of course, multiple texts flood in.

Rhythm Section + Y/N

S: Y/N you’re smoking tonight, not taking no for an answer this time

D: She doesn’t have to smoke

D: Sam are you almost here? I needed rolling papers, if you’re close, forget it. I’ll just have to clean my bong.

D: I don’t want to gross you guys out with a dirty bong 🤣

S: I’m outside, the dirty bong is just fine

Laughing at the screen while I catch up, I decide that I can stop at the store on my way.

Y/N: If I have to smoke, it’s not going to be out of a dirty bong

Y/N: I’m going to pick up papers, what brand do you guys prefer?

D: You’re the best♥️

D: Zig-Zag is fine

I made the mental note & grabbed both my bag and keys to make it to my car.

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As I walked into the smoke shop, I was greeted by the sales clerk and told him what I needed. While he grabbed the papers, I decided to grab a couple of the guy’s favorite drinks and snacks - just in case they get the munchies and wipe out whatever dinner is…

The clerk rang up my items and as I handed my debit card, I saw something that made me let out a light chuckle. Cherry flavored Juicy Jays. I was immediately transported to high school memories.

“Can I have a pack of the cherry rolling papers? God, I loved those, I have to get them.” I laughed a little at the thought of both Danny and Sam’s reactions to the papers.

The store clerk smiled and added them to my total. After paying, I was on my way.

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I walked up Danny’s driveway, bags in hand, and before I could struggle to knock on his front door, I was greeted with Sam’s perfect smile.

Sam had opened the door and took one of the bags from my hands.

“You get em?” He said, almost impatiently.

“Hello to you too, Samuel.” I huffed sarcastically, walking past him and into the house. Kicking off my shoes then making my way further into set the bags down on the dining room table. I took my hoodie off and draped it over the chair, turning around to look at Sam whom I left in the foyer.

“I didn’t mean it like that! It was just on my mind!” He protested, copying my actions with the placement of the bag.

“Mhmm, I’m sure.” I said in a jokingly skeptical voice. I scrunched up my nose making an exaggerated annoyed face, blowing my cover with a soft chuckle. Before pulling me into a hug, Sam gave my nose a light pinch.

“You know you love me, I didn’t forget that you were a Sam girl- or what do they call it? A ‘Sammy Lane Girl’? I don’t know, but I’m sure I could find some old comments from you on my Instagram.” He teased while I rolled my eyes.

“That was before I had the pleasure of meeting you, I would definitely call myself a Danny girl now.” I poked him in the chest, earning an obnoxious “Ouch” from him.

I looked towards the kitchen, and back at Sam, pursing my lips, I looked towards the kitchen again, this time walking towards it. I flipped my hair, knowing it would miss Sam’s face by a few centimeters. I felt his eyes on me as I made it through the threshold.

As I entered the kitchen, I saw Danny with his phone up against his ear while he held our favorite takeout menu. He noticed my presence and mouthed “Hey” with a smile. I walked up to him and wrapped my arms around his torso. He hugged me back with one arm and I basked in the feeling of his strength, even with a single free arm. The restaurant answered and Danny continued to give our orders while I stayed in his hold, listening and feeling his voice vibrate in his chest.

Danny always highlighted our orders with a marker on the menu so he never had to ask us what we wanted, knowing that Sam and I will contemplate a new order for an hour and change our mind while Danny ordered for us. As he finished up requesting our order, he rubbed my back to get my attention.

“Do you want anything extra, dessert, drinks?” He asked in a low voice, I shook my head no. I let go of him as he said goodbye and hung up his phone.

I lean my back into the island, spreading my arms out & placing my hands on the counter to support me. Danny was still standing in front of me, eyeing me a little extra. I furrowed my brow, questioning the reason for his gaze, he blushed in return and leaned on the counter top behind him.

“What?” I asked him.

“Nothing, I just missed you!” He let out a breathy laugh while I nodded and let out a sarcastic “uh-huh”. A wicked grin painted across his lips and he opened his mouth to speak again, “And I heard you say you’re a Danny girl now.”

He continued to laugh while I rolled my eye’s playfully, much like I did with Sam.

“Watch out, she’ll say she’s a Josh girl to save herself.” Sam walks in the kitchen with the Zig-Zags and a baggie of weed, bringing the items to the island I was leaning on. Danny and I laughed in response to the comment from Sam while he smiled to himself. He sat in one of the barstools and opened the bag. The smell filled the kitchen, instantly earning a deep inhale from all of us. I turned to my right, watching him intently roll a joint. Sam was something else, face perfectly sculpted. His eyebrows knit together while he bit his bottom lip in focus on the joint. I was watching his hands, only thinking about how perfect they were. Long fingers accompanied by veins and large hands.

I realized he didn’t have the cherry rolling papers that I brought along with the regular ones.

“Sam, did you see the cherry ones I got?” I asked him while he looked up at me. He nodded before bringing the joint to his lips, giving it a light lick to seal it.

“You don’t want to use them?” I said in a partial whine.

“Ehh, I don’t think I’ll like the taste, bring me them, I’ll roll your one for yourself.” He replies, taking the lighter to the joint lightly to ensure its closure.

“Cherry j’s? God, that’s so you” Danny chimes in. “I’ll grab em, I’m sure you also got us drinks that Sam could’ve put in the fridge.” He says with a half serious glare, knowing Sam was only focused on getting the papers.

Danny walks out of the room, coming back shortly with the bags. He hands me the cherry papers and continues unbagging the snacks and placing the drinks in the refrigerator.

“Did you ever learn how to roll?” Sam asked me, I turned around to give him my full attention while I shook my head no.

“Not surprised, pretty girls never know how to roll” Sam looked me up and down, “What does that mean?” I ask, slightly offended. I leaned forward on the counter, waiting for an inevitable smart ass response.

“Let me guess, you were the girl who rarely had to pay for her own weed, probably smoked out of a little pink bong or a one hitter bowl? Cones even?” He said with a smirk. My eyes widened, he hit the nail on the head. Danny laughs while taking a sip of a beer. Sam laughs gleefully, taking a deep breath “And! I bet you only smoked these things with the senior boys… Typical, pretty girl.” He says while he reaches for my cherry papers.

“Am I that predictable?” I laughed at myself, remembering my high school experience as just the way Sam narrowed it down.

He opened the packaging and shook his head, Danny coming up behind him to snag the previously rolled joint and lighter.

“Nah, not at all. It’s just common.” Danny answers for Sam. He places the joint between his lips, lighting it up and taking a long drag. After taking another, he passes it to Sam, and something about the exchange between the two made my stomach flip. Even though I grew closer to them, I was still amazed by how gorgeous they were. Sam kept the lit joint between his lips while sprinkling the weed into the cherry cartoon and flavor lined rolling papers. Looking so casual and skillful at the same time.

He returns the joint to Danny, fixing his gaze back onto me then back to tightening up the joint he was rolling for me. He brought it to his lips, about to lick it shut. But something made the corner of his mouth raise into his classic wicked grin. He put the joint out to me, inches away from my mouth. I was looking at him doe-eyed, not sure what he was getting at.

“C’mon, little girl. I don’t want to lick this cherry paper.” He said, waving it lightly in my face. I glanced over at Danny who had smoke billowing out of his mouth and straight up into his nose, breathing it out with a breathy laugh. I went to reach out for the joint with my hand, and Sam shook his head, pulling the joint back a bit.

“How am I supposed to-“ I began asking him, in defense of my actions.

“I packed it out for you and these papers are small. I don’t want it to fall apart, lick it.” He holds it out to me again, eyes landing on my lips then back onto my eyes.

“Yeah those things suck for that,” Danny adds while tapping his joint to ash it in the crystal ashtray he held.

I suddenly felt a little warm, a little self conscious even. I decided it wasn’t as deep as I thought it was and leaned forward. I stuck my tongue out, only a little, making sure to be cautious with it. I licked it, the cherry flavor being a mix of tart and sweet, making me salivate a little more in the back of my mouth. I felt eyes watching me intently, making me look up through my lashes. Sammy’s eyes were glued on my mouth, swiping his bottom lip with the bottom tip of his tongue, bringing the corner of his glistened lip between his teeth. Quickly glancing at Danny, he was staring at me similarly while he shifted himself to stand upright. He cleared his throat as I finished sealing the joint and I leaned back, only being able to watch Sam’s hands run the lit lighter up and down it, slightly embarrassed to make eye contact again.

“How’s it taste?” Danny asked, nodding his head towards it in Sammy’s hand.

“Uh, good. It’s sweet,” I replied, noticing both of their eyebrows raising, moving their head slightly up and down & making a higher pitched “hm” sound.

Sammy hands it to me between my thumb and index finger. “Wanna try?” I let my hand out a little, waiting for someone to take up my offer.

“Nah, I’m good, enjoy.” Sam replies, getting up from his chair, walking to the fridge for a beer.

I looked at Danny, wiggling my eyebrows and wiggling the joint between my fingers.

“How bout you, Danny Boy?” I said, sing-songy.

He shook his head politely with a smile, earning an unserious, half frown from me. Bringing the joint to my mouth, Danny brought the lighter up to the end of the joint. His eyes were on my mouth once more. Waiting for me to put it between my lips before lighting it. I inhaled the smoke, tasting the mix of weed and burnt cherry. I let the smoke out, sucking it back in lightly and blowing it out again. I licked my lips, looking up at him.

“Thanks,” I said before taking another hit. He smiled and set the lighter down. The effects of THC made my limbs feel less tense, and my eyelids a little heavier.

Sam walked back over, I was still leaned over the island, elbows propping me up. He placed his right arm around my shoulder, leaning with me. He settled his beer on the counter top and reached out for the joint I was holding in my right hand.

He took it from my fingers, putting it between his and looked at the cartoon print on it.

“You sure you don’t wanna try? It’s delicious and you rolled it so well!” I said enticingly, wanting one of them to try it.

“Ah, what the hell.” He brought it up to his lips, taking a deep hit. The tip created a light orange glow on his face. The crackle noise put me in a trance at his beauty. His eyes looked over at me watching him. He blew the smoke away from my face, lowering his arm from around my shoulder and to my waist.

“Not bad,” He said surprised, motioning for Danny to hand him the ashtray. He slid it over to him, turning his head to the walkway that leads to the dining room. Lights flashed through the threshold and we heard a car door close.

“Food’s here, I got it.” Dan left the room, grabbing his wallet on the way.

Sam’s hand started lazily tightening its grip on my waist while he took a longer drag.

“Hey!” I softly exclaimed, noticing half the joint being smoked away and turning to ash. Sam’s chest rose and fell, chuckling a bit while unchanging his actions. He put the rest of what was the joint in the ashtray. He was still holding the smoke in his mouth, I stood up straight out of his hold, crossing my arms. He stood up, facing my shoulders toward him and taking my pouting face in his hand. He tightened his grip lightly on my jaw, loosening my mouth slightly open, and squeezed my cheeks lightly. He leaned into me, blowing the cherry smoke into my mouth, shotgunning it right into my lungs as I inhaled.

I felt my knees loosen a little at the swiftness of the interaction. As he pulled away, his hand released itself from my face. His cocky side smile plastered on his face while he lightly blinked.

“Better?” He asked me softly. Danny entered the kitchen once more, removing the containers from the paper bag while I walked away from Sam to help Danny.

“Are you guys hungry right now? Honestly I ate a little late when I had lunch, I might save my food for later after we smoke again.” Danny said while tossing the empty bags into the garbage.

“I’m good right now, how about you Sam?” I said turning to him. He was eyeing me up and down while I waited for a response.

“Sam?” Danny said, snapping Sammy out of whatever trance he was in. Probably from the weed.

“Oh! Sorry, I’m not that hungry either.” He responded quickly.

“Wanna watch a movie then?” Danny asked.

“Yeah, sure” We replied in unison.

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We were all together in Danny’s living room, sprawled out in our usual spots on his massive U-Shaped sectional. Danny was on one end, laying flat, Sam on the other, and I was laid on my side in between the extended sections on the middle section. Head towards Danny, feet towards Sam.

We had started watching a movie that we’ve seen before. Knowing one of us may fall asleep or want to smoke mid-movie, we agreed on not wanting to risk missing anything new.

Sam rolled a few more joints with a tray in his lap while Danny and I watched the screen. When I’m under the influence, I tend to get a little touch deprived. If someones next to me, I’ll trace my nails lightly up and down their arm, or ask them to play with my hair… All of which isn’t weird to the guys. Even though some may see that as intimate, the guys come from families whose love language is touch, so it’s not that weird to them.

Since my head was towards Danny, I looked up at him. Studying his features. How masculine yet beautiful each curve and mark on his face were. He looked down at me, smiling. He tapped the space between us, putting his arm out for me to join him. He knows how much I love to lay on people’s chest and listen to their heart’s beat. Giggling a little to myself, I scooted towards him and rested my head on his chest. I laid my arm across his torso and he rested his hand on my hip, lightly rubbing my side up and down ever so often.

“Alright, here’s your fruity joint, Y/N,” Sam said getting up from his side and walking over to us. I lifted my hand up from Danny’s torso and reached out for the already lit joint.

“Did you smoke from this one too?” I asked with a cheeky grin before taking a drag.

Danny laughed a little, making me hear the bass of it in his chest.

“It’s good! I admit, I fell victim to the taste. The cartoon on them are fun too!” He laughed back, sitting on the couch aside Danny’s legs.

He watched me blow out the smoke, giving me a little smirk, which Danny caught.

“What?” He said confused with Sam.

“Ooooh, nothing, Sam just smoked the first one down to a roach when you were getting the food” I tapped Danny’s chest, offering the joint.

“Of course he did, always greedy that one,” Danny looked at the joint in my hand. He declined with a light glance. I pouted and used my big eyes to my advantage, trying to garner sympathy.

Danny rolled his eyes and let out a sigh with a smile. “Fine.” He tapped my hip with his hand, taking the joint with his other while I let out a satisfied laugh.

I watched him from below inhale the smoke. Studying his features once more, and this time, feeling bold.

“You guys wanna know something funny about your girl fans?” I asked them.

“Hm?” Danny said before letting out the smoke and passing the joint to Sam.

“Do tell” Sammy said, ashing the joint into the ashtray while smirking and wiggling his eyebrows.

I stood up, going from laying to a sitting position, pulling my knees to my chest while still next to Danny.

“Well- Usually when a girl likes Danny, her ‘cheat lane’ is Sam, and vice versa. Obviously there’s many combinations but that’s just what I’ve noticed.” I let out a lighthearted laugh after the statement, turning to see both reactions. They looked at each other and exchanged “oooooh” noises and laughed.

Always bold, under the influence or not, Sam opened his mouth to reply “What was your combination?”

Suddenly Danny was more interested, turning to look at me, fighting back a grin.

“Oh, God.” I rolled my eyes and covered my face.

“Yeaaah, you can’t just say that and not tell us” Danny tried pulling my hands from my blushed face. Danny was laughing when getting a look at the expression on my face. Sam added in agreeing noises while setting the joint and ashtray on the coffee table.

“Well… Who do you think?” I said in defense, not wanting to get into details and no longer feeling bold.

They shared smirks and raised eyebrows while laughing to themselves.

“Oh grow up!” I laughed back, kicking Sam lightly in the ribs with my foot and lightly punching Danny’s arm.

“It’s cute! And hey, you brought it up,” Danny said in defense, tickling my side a little, earning a slight smile from me.

“You know, I always wanted to ask you something… Since you were a fan of us.” Sam says, nonchalantly reclining into Danny’s legs.

“Shoot.” I replied.

A shit eating grin was on Sam’s face before asking “Did you ever read that fanfiction stuff? Like the intensely pornographic ones?” Danny took a sharp inhale through his nose and let out a little laugh.

My face felt hotter than it already was.

“Sam!” I exclaimed, eyes widened to capacity.

“You gotta tell us, and we’ll know if you’re lying!” He pointed at me in a jokingly threatening manner.

I looked over at Danny, hoping to have him reason with Sam, but he was equally curious.

I took a deep breath before quietly saying “I mean who doesn’t…”

They immediately gasped gleefully, leaning closer, wanting to know more.

“Sooooo,” I heard Danny speak up. Sam and I both turned to see him smiling, adding to the suspense.

He let out a nervous sigh before continuing, “Was there ever stuff about me and Sam… you know…” He motioned his hands between the three of us.

“What do you mean?” I asked, not fully understanding, feeling my core pulse between my legs at the conversation.

Sam looked confused and in deep thought before saying “Ooooh,” coming to the conclusion before I could.

“Like…. Threesome stuff.” Danny looked me dead in the eye. His body next to mine felt stiff.

“Oh, yeah. Loads.” I replied casually.

“Have you ever read them?” Sammy caught my attention with his bluntness.

My stomach felt like it did a flip and I felt a familiar warmth form.

My embarrassment slowly turned into arousal. I was high and with two guys I wholeheartedly trusted. Not to mention two guys that I most definitely have thought about in this context.

I looked at Sam, biting my lip a little. I relaxed my legs away from my chest and let them slightly hang open.

“Why? You wanna act one out?”

Sammy’s mouth slightly hung open, he looked over at Danny who had a similar reaction. Sam’s cheeks were now a shade of pink.

Danny cleared his throat “I mean… Not to sound like a couple of deuce bags but… It came up in conversation.”

I smirked, looking back at Sammy, who was trying to casually reposition himself in his gray joggers.

“Is that true? You want to share your favorite Sammy girl?” I made sure to flash him my best fuck-me-eyes.

He nodded while looking at me with pure filth running through his head.

Danny put his hand on my knee, slowly running up my thigh. “Only if you want to?”

I smiled at his sweetness, feeling pleased with knowing the two sexiest men I’ve ever laid eyes on wanted to have their way with me.

I stood up from the couch and put my hands out for them to grab ahold of.

They looked at each other like they couldn’t believe this was happening & each grabbed a hand and followed me off the couch & to the bedroom. I let go of their hands and they traveled behind me.

Danny’s bedroom always felt so inviting. The faint smell of incense lingered in the lamp lit space. I sat on the edge of the bed before them. At this angle I could see both of their dicks so clearly strained in their pants. They looked down at me, not knowing where to start.

Feeling coquettish, I slowly discarded my shirt, flinging it across the room. Both boys had a hungry look on their face, one of them letting out a breathy “fuck” under his breath. I was wearing a lacey, black, balconette style bra. My breasts heaving up and down, delicately spilling out the top of my bra.

Danny removed his shirt, inspiring Sam to do the same. Danny leaned over first, “can I kiss you?” he whispered close to my face.

“I’ll do you one better, the both of you can fuck me if you want.”

He smirked while devouring my lips. I started to recline into the bed, letting Danny crawl on top of me. He lightly pulled me up further into the middle of the bed, he positioned himself to the side of my body, kissing me passionately.

Danny’s kisses were rough yet precise, never sloppy yet I still felt how much he needed me.

Hands running up my side, he slowly brought his hand up to my neck, giving it a gentle squeeze. “Oh,” I let out onto his mouth, feeling him smile against my lips. His tongue desperately fought against mine. He pulled away for a second, looking down at me. “So fucking sexy,” I put my arms around his neck and pulled him into a kiss once more.

Danny pulled away again, looking over at Sam, who seemed to be enjoying the view.

“Princess, could Sam take these off for us?” Danny tugged lightly on the waistband of my leggings. I quickly nodded and let out a whimper. Sam smiled and crawled onto the bed. He leaned down to my face, kissing me. Sam’s kisses were wet & deep, more desperate than Danny’s. My pussy began to throb at the racing thoughts about what the rest of this night would entail.

Sammy sat up from me, supporting his body weight on the opposite side that Danny occupied. Before pulling my leggings down, he double checked with me, his eyes lightening a bit from their darkened lust. After I nodded in approval, he pulled my leggings and panties off my body. Not surprised he was eager to take off both.

Danny’s lips attached themselves to my exposed breast, leaving a reminder of him being there for later…

Sam started sucking on my ear lobe and lightly tugging it between his teeth. I was moaning for both of them.

They both worked their way to my face, once making it there at the same time, they looked each other in the eyes, & grinned. Danny nodded his head at Sammy, giving him the go ahead to kiss me.

Sammy began kissing me, and I felt both of their hands slide down my stomach and making their way between my thighs. Sammy lightly ghosted the soft skin of my inner thighs, making my hips buck. Danny’s freehand un did the back part of my bra, he brought up the hand that was by my core and pulled my bra off of me. My nipples hardened at the cool air & my hands returned to the sides of their heads, lighting tugging their hair. Danny then spit into his hand, and began rubbing my clit.

I began moaning into Sam’s mouth which became a signal for him to tease my entrance with his fingers. I began to whimper, closing my thighs shut while Danny was giving me what I needed and Sammy was torturing me. I thought of how fast his fingers moved on the strings of his bass and it was making me ache for him.

Danny stopped rubbing my clit, making me whimper more. He pulled my leg over his, keeping my leg open for him.

Sam stopped kissing me & did the same with my other leg, leaving me wide open for them.

“Such a good girl for us, I think she can handle it, Sam… Give it to our girl.” Danny returned his hand to my clit and put his lips around my nipple. I let out a strained moan.

“Y/N, is that what you want? My fingers in your pussy?” Sam said to me in a raspy whisper.

“Yes, yes, please Sam, I want them so bad” I couldn’t even hold back my desperation, I never wanted this feeling to stop.

“Shhh, you’ll get it baby, we’re gonna give you what you want.” And with that his fingers were inside of me, he immediately started curling them. I couldn’t believe how fast his fingers were going, I was suctioning so tight around him.

Sam dipped his head towards my other nipple and started mirroring Danny again. They worked me in perfect harmony.

We stayed like this for a few minutes, the noises filling up the room beautifully.

Danny brought his head up from my swollen nipple for a second, watching Sammy on my other one, suckling on it and making me go crazy.

Danny peppered light kisses up my neck and to my lips. He was lightly grinding his cock into my hips.

My hand trailed down to his hard on.

“You wanna see it?” He asked.

“Mhm” was all I could manage.

He paused from rubbing my clit and discarded his pants and briefs. Danny was big. Length and girth, pulsing for me. The tip glistened with a bit of his arousal.

I wrapped my hand around it, pumping him.

“Oh- fuck, Y/N…” He moaned into my neck, letting his head rest there. His hand went back to his original place on my clit.

We moaned each other’s names deliciously, & I felt close to my release.

Feeling like I was neglecting Sammy, I shifted my gaze towards him. He had his cock out in his free hand, pausing from fingering me and taking some of my wetness and pumping his cock with it.

“Fuck-“ I let out, he realized I saw what he did, letting my nipple pop out of his mouth and looking up at me, “Couldn’t help myself,” He said in a breathy laugh, letting out a light moan and returning his original hand back to my pussy. This time much faster and stronger.

I thought to myself that the only reason for Sammy’s stamina is purely from performing for hours on end. Most guys couldn’t finger a girl the way he was without taking a break.

My walls began to tighten around his digits, both Danny and Sam looking down at my pussy.

“Cmon, that’s it, I feel it, let it go, baby, cum for us. Our perfect little slut,” Sammy said in between his own moans, pumping his cock with more speed. My hand tightened around Danny’s, he groaned in return.

I felt my orgasm bubble in my chest, I was about to cum. My vision went blurry and I felt the release. I was screaming for both of them, as loud as I could. This had to have been the hardest I ever came, and they kept their actions the same. Rubbing and fucking me. My eyes clamped shut.

I let go on Danny’s dick, I began convulsing under them, tears stung my eyes. “Please stop, its too much, its too,” I said practically sobbing. My eyes still shut. I felt them stop and let out breathy laughs.

I opened my eyes and looked down at them, vision still blurry. They both looked at me in pure amazement, sloppily coming up to me to kiss my face lazily and tenderly. They were still sharing laugh’s amongst themselves.

“Wh-what?” I said, trying to catch my breath.

“You didn’t see- feel that?” Sam corrected himself.

“Y/N… You’re incredible” Danny added.

“What do you m- wait, what happened?” I realized how wet I felt, aside from the previous arousal and Danny’s spit. It was different.

I looked down to see Danny’s duvet completely soaked, water droplets splattered across my legs. Even on some of the guys torso’s, I’m assuming while they kept going, my release started going all over.

My face went red, not being able to believe what they made me do.

“Oh my god, Danny- Danny I’m so sorry.” I said quickly, a little ashamed at what I did, ruining his duvet.

“Y/N, I want you to do that anytime you can.” He joked with me. Both Sammy and I laughed. The interaction between the three of us made me happy I was doing this with them. We could go from pure lust to our usual friendship, I felt comfortable again remembering this. But I was still turned on, and remembered I had two men to please the way they pleased me.

“Okay, okay… Now it’s your turn…” I said bringing us back on track. I sat up shakily, my legs still weak from the events. I was still between them and on my knees facing them.

Sammy eagerly removed his pants and briefs, they were now both naked for me.

“C’mere” He said, putting a hand out for me. I straddled his hips, grinding my pussy onto his shaft. Not letting him in but letting him feel how soaked I was. Danny started pumping his cock, watching me tease his best friend. Sam was moaning my name, making me moan back. “The both of you are gonna feel me, don’t worry.” I gave him a light kiss, arms around his neck, I turned to Danny, putting my hand out to pull his face to mine, kissing his wet lips.

“You’re such a slut. So good for us.” He said huskily.

I moaned at the praise, grinding my clit onto Sam.

“She’s - ah- she’s being a little bad right now, not letting me in that sweet cunt of hers.” Sammy squeezed my ass. I smiled to myself, earning a smack on the ass from him.

“Think it’s just payback from before,” Danny replied, still stroking himself.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” I said innocently. Sam’s hand slid up my side, landing on the side of my face. “See, she’s a bad girl. Bet she likes getting fucked like one too.” Sam protested.

“Oh, was I tricked?” Danny asked, pausing his movements.

“Think she likes getting slapped around?” Sam asked cockily, feeling his dick twitch under me.

I nodded my head, biting my lip.

Sam smiled, he lightly smacked my cheek, making me moan out.

“Harder,” I said, still grinding on him.

He slapped my face harder this time, my face stung and I whimpered in delight. The pain was perfect. He rubbed my cheek a little “Oh, I knew it. You like it rough.”

“Yeah, I do” I moaned.

“I think one more will do her good.” Danny added.

“One more?” Sammy cooed.

“Hit me” I begged.

He hit the same cheek, making me moan again, the mix of pain and arousal made me grind into him deeper. His hand rubbed the spot one more time. This time he let his thumb into my mewling lips. I sucked around it instinctively as I rocked my hips deeper. I was so wet and he was so hard that he eventually slipped into my pussy. We both moaned in unison.

Sammy’s thumb popped out of my mouth. I reached over to Danny, taking his hand. I led it to my lips, he quickly knew what I was getting at. He dipped his fingers into my mouth, making me gag. Collecting my saliva, he worked it onto his shaft.

Some saliva was left on my chin, Sammy licked it, “You’ve gotta be the sexiest woman alive… Damn.”

Starting to crave Danny while watching him jerk himself, I slowed down my movements.

“I think it’s Danny’s turn, right?” I asked Sam politely, who agreed.

“Yeah, I think I wanna try that pretty little mouth of yours.”

“So greedy, aren’t you?” I purred.

Danny laughed, “To be fair, Sam’s talked about wanting this the most, I don’t mind sharing, baby.” He helped me off Sam.

“Kinda wanted to fuck you from behind, is that okay, my girl?” Danny was always so polite, I smiled in return.

Sammy propped up pillows behind himself, getting ready for my mouth. Danny got off the bed and came up from behind me, getting back on and lining himself up with my glistening cunt.

I arched my back for Danny, making sure he had perfect access and Sam had a great view.

I crawled between Sammy’s legs as I felt Danny’s hands on my hips. I felt him slide the tip, top to bottom, getting some of my juices to lubricate himself.

I stuck my tongue out, starting to lick the base of Sam, to the top.

“You ready, baby?” Danny asked. I looked up at Sam with doe-eyes. Asking him to relay the message.

“She’s ready,” He moaned.

Danny slammed into my hips the second I lowered myself onto Sam. I tasted myself on him.

I moaned around him while Danny fucked into me. He slapped my ass, moaning for me.

“Damn, you’re still fucking tight- even after all that with Sam?” He let out.

“She’s got the perfect cunt, right?” Sammy asked while holding my hair. I leaked out more from the praise.

“It’s so fucking good.” He said with each thrust going deeper.

I bobbed my head up and down, jerking him with my one hand. I gagged around Sam, surprised at how big he was for his size. He filled up my pussy so perfectly, I didn’t realize how comparable he was to Danny.

We continued our acts and moans filled the air.

I felt both Danny and Sam twitch in each ends of my body. I knew they were close. Sammy looked down at me, biting his lip.

Danny brought his hand to my clit, rubbing it vigorously. I was going to cum with them.

“Can we cum in you?” Sam asked politely, rubbing my cheek tenderly.

I moaned and nodded yes.

“Fuck, she’s so good.” Danny growled.

Sammy was the first to let go. Calling out for me, biting his lip and throwing his head back. His cum was delicious, I swallowed it eagerly, licking up any remaining arousal on his pulsing cock.

Danny fucked me faster, chasing his orgasm. He sped up his movements on my clit, knowing I could handle it.

I came faster than I thought, feeling my cum leak onto his balls that smacked against my ass. I called out for him, reaching for something to hold onto. Sammy let me hold his hand. He rubbed the hair out of my face, and looked me in my eyes lazily.

“Take him, baby. Cum for her, Danny, she’s dying for it.” Something about Sammy’s voice drove me insane, hearing him talk sweetly to me and full of lust. It was intoxicating.

Danny let out a strained moan, and I felt him cum deep inside of me. He removed himself and dragged my almost lifeless body next to Sam.

I held onto Sam, Danny held me from behind, and we all tried to catch our breath.

“Holy, fuck.” Danny breathed out

“Yeah.” Sam laughed, amazed.

We all basked in the smell of our sex and held onto one another.

“Well, I’m finally hungry.” I said trying to break the silence, which they both laughed and agreed.

We decided to go downstairs, them getting into their briefs, and Danny removed the duvet from his bed, know it desperately needed a wash.

I walked to Danny’s bathroom, cleaning up a bit.

Danny knocked on the door and I told him to let himself in. Like the gentleman he was, he had a fresh shirt picked for me with a pair of his boxers.

I smiled and changed into them, not minding that he was right there. Something about this felt really good. Usually after a hookup, I felt awkward but this was something else…

Danny told me to meet them in the kitchen where we’d ravish our meals and regain some of our strength that we lost.

I made it to the kitchen where the two seemed to be talking in hushed tones, unlike their usual loud voices.

“What’s going on?” I asked curiously. Sam was heating up my food on the stove and smiled, for the first time shyly. Danny looked at me with kind eyes.

“Can we… I don’t know… Do this often? Maybe not all the time, we still respect you as a person but… Y/N, that was kind of special to us… And not in a ‘I’ve always wanted to have a threesome’ kind of way… What do you think?” Danny said, hands in his sweatpants pockets.

Sammy smiled lightly and nodded.

I never pictured this happening, I never thought of myself as the kind of girl to be in a three way friends with benefits… But, I felt safe knowing it was with them.

“I can’t believe I’m saying this… But why not.” I smiled, they both came over to me, pulling me into a hug and kissing my face.

Not sure of how this would work, but I knew we’d be alright.

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