#is it good? hmm. is it not christmas music. yes.

[istherewifiinhell]

Oh in terms of the infinite depths turtle media theres ofc always the 1990s album/toured performance with plot and music: TMNT Coming Out of Their Shells. Sponsored by Pizza Hut. Ofc.

[eternal-kosmo-ghoul]

*°:⋆ₓₒ day 8. exhibitionism

.｡❅*⋆⍋*∞*｡ “come watch me play”

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ — ❤︎ vessel likes to put on a show for the christmas cheers. what kind of performance does he have in mind?

pairing: vessel x gn!reader

a/n: first sleep token fic in this little event 🫣

cw: nsfw content. exhibitionism. voyeurism. semi-public sex. degradation. masturbation. blowjob. kinda has iii x ivy. vessel is a bit of a dick.

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“yes… yess that’s it. all eyes on me. watch me fuck this bitch like a dog in heat.” —❤︎

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the moment ii, iii and ivy walked into their recording studio, they were met with a rather… compromising sight.

“… well?”

vessel’s voice ringed out, irritated with his bandmates just standing there. but could anyone blame them? the three of them were stunned, flabbergasted even. they didn’t know what to do.

“well don’t just stand there, you idiots. either you watch the show, or you leave.”

it took a moment for the three of them to even register the sight before them. it wasn’t until iii’s senses came back, and he bashfully shut the door behind them for some reason, he didn’t even know why he did.

what a sight for sore eyes. vessel had you bent over a table that originally had a bunch of sheet music and song lyrics, which were now scattered all across the red-carpeted floor from vessel shoving them off to make room for you. your nails dug into the sides of the table’s surface for support, because vessel’s cock was plowing into your tight, needy hole like it was the last fuck he’d ever have. the fierceness of him stretching you wide for your fellow bandmates to see was only making you more aroused, but fuck was it humiliating.

ii, iii and ivy were stunned, a wave of clashing emotions consuming their minds all at once. ii was stunned, yet he couldn’t take his eyes off of the sight. iii was being bashful about it, awkwardly looking away and trying to hide the problem in his pants. and ivy, well, he was straight up into it.

“hmm… this is what you do while we’re away, boss?” ivy inquired, his tone of voice not really being questioning, but more so intrigued with a certain lustful tinge. “.. didn’t know you had it in ya.”

“i do.” vessel panted between thrusts, gripping your hair and forcing your head up to show your fucked out face in front of the three masked men watching you.

“consider it an early christmas gift.” the sleep entity managed out, his voice quickly turning into a low, husky chuckle.

“well it’s certainly a good one.” ivy snickered, his tone silky smooth. he turned to face his fellow members, smirking underneath his mask. “isn’t that right boys?”

ii was zoned out, he was too focused on checking yours and vessel’s half-naked bodies out. meanwhile iii snapped his head to ivy’s direction, face tomato red underneath the signature face covering.

he slapped ii’s shoulder to get his attention, and they both nodded.

“totally.”

“uh— yes.”

vessel’s voice was hoarse, trembling with pure lust and desire. he was so goddamn horny just from the feeling of multiple pairs of eyes watching him fuck the ever living shit out of you. you didn’t even know how you ended up in this situation. it was one event followed by another, then boom, here you are.

vessel’s strong, veiny hands gripped onto one of your legs and hooked it around his waist from behind, changing the angle and where his thrusts hit inside of you. he started hitting a certain spot that had you seeing stars, and you whined loudly.

“shit!” vessel cursed, gripping your hair more tightly, leaning down to whisper into your ear. “keep making noises like that. i want them to hear how good i fuck you.”

your mind was clouded with pure kinky desire. you could hear the sound of one of your fellow bandmate’s groaning and unzipping his pants, most likely to relieve himself of the boner you and vessel had given him. with this new angle vessel was hitting, you swore you were going to pass out of pure pleasure. it felt way too good to not express it through loud moans, whimpers and cries.

“god fucking damnit.” ii cursed, sagging off his jeans and leaning against the wall to rub his hardened cock. he could not keep his piercing, calculated eyes off of the sight. “i’m so damn horny just from watching this.”

for a moment he locked eyes with you, and that teary-eyed, hazy look on your face only got ii harder, and copious amounts of precum leaked from the head of his veiny length while he jerked himself off.

he never kept his eyes off of you.

as ii was groaning at the feeling of his self-pleasure, iii turned his head to look over at ivy. the guitarist looked so worked up, frustrated and horny from how his leader was going to town on you. he let out little grunts of fury as he desperately tried to jerk himself off.

without saying much, iii gulped, before taking a bold leap, and slipping his head between ivy’s legs, lifting his face mask up a bit to free his mouth. ivy’s eyes widened, but he didn’t object to feeling iii’s warm, wet mouth envelop his dick whole. iii choked and gagged as he took him in deeper, but the salty, almost sweet taste of ivy’s cock was enough to keep him going.

ivy cursed loudly and forced iii’s head down on his cock more, feeling something other than his hand to get him off was so much better. ivy out a loud moan and looking over at vessel and you.

vessel was having the time of his life. he loved the effect that his little sex toy had on the three of them. you just looked so good, your face all fucked out from how many times you came, and ii, iii and ivy were all getting so incredibly turned on from watching you. vessel was enjoying the power he had over his team, it made that dark lust sitting within him brew into something stronger, something that took over his body and made his thrusts more precise, quick and hard.

“yes… yess that’s it. all eyes on me. watch me fuck this bitch like a dog in heat.” vessel cried out loudly, his thrusts getting more forceful, and each moan eliciting from your throat got more raspy and needy.

with ii jerking himself off, and iii giving ivy the head of his life, none of them took their eyes off the sight. they were getting off to it. what perverts they were.

but you couldn’t say much, because you too, liked it. you liked the seductive effect your body had on them.

vessel forced your head into the table more, and kept thrusting. the room was filled with moans and groans of pure euphoria, and the sight couldn’t be more erotic.

vessel then chuckled and spoke to you again, keeping his voice hushed just for you.

“i hope you’re comfy, darling, because i’m gonna keep this show going on and on until you physically can’t cum anymore. got that?”

you nodded pathetically, and screamed vessel’s name loudly for your bandmates to hear.

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[factual-fantasy]

27 Asks! Thank you!! :DD🦎

@driftwoodmfb

Its simple, Arceus made them! :0 He made Litwicks, Lampents and Chandelures at the same time. The Litwicks ate the Lampent plorts, the Lampents ate the Chandelure plorts, and the Chandelures made more Litwicks! :00 Same goes for every other slime species on the planet.

I actually love your cat so much

I am not familiar with "Six the Musical".. <:0 Sorry!

@quietmakesglark

WAHAHAHGGGG THANKYOU SO MUCH!!!!!😭😭💞💞💞THUIS WAS ALL SOSWEEETT THANTKOYIYUUU!!!💞💞💞🥺🥺💞💞

@glitchhayden (Last ask was in this post)

OHH I see XDDD I kind'a want one-

@abaroo

<XD Yeah, poor Sally.. I was thinking that she doesn't really need to sleep or rest and is always on the go! So early birds like Frank and Howdy are her go to friends. And Julie usually has a fair amount of time and energy to spare for her sister! :))

AAAA THANK YOU SO MUCH!! :DDD IM SO GLAD YOU LIKE MY EDDIE AND WALLY!!!! :}}}}}

🥺💞💞💞 AAAAAAA I'm so glad you like him!!! :}}}}}}

(Referencing this post)

There was a time where Wally had a particularly big meltdown/panic attack over Home watching him. In response Barnaby invited Wally to stay at his house for a few days to see if the different environment helped at all.. which it did.

So nowadays whenever Wally gets really stressed, he crashes at Barnaby's house.. Home doesn't like Barnaby because he keeps taking Wally away from it.. 👁️👁️

But thankfully I don't think Home could really hurt Barnaby.. other than maybe opening a door causing him to stub his toe- <XD

@littlelightfish

👀👀

(Referencing this post)

Man, I always miss one spelling error. 😔

Also thank you! I'm glad you like them! :)))

I put "#do not tag as ship" on all my Welcome Home posts. If people start coming at me for it I'll deal with them.. <XD thank you for the concern though! <:)

@milk-powrit (Referencing this post)

:DD Thank you! And hey- its not necessarily to be mean! Home is not not particularly interested in them because they're just normal neighbors <XD Plus they don't come around often sooo...

@tallchest13-blog

That is the most creature I have ever seen!! :000

@burnt-pie-eater

This Christmas comic and this dream comic are good examples! :0 Seeing himself as his human body with puppet colors. Seeing things or people from his human life..

I'm thinking of making it so any bugs Eddie sees look like real bugs. Weird dark roaches and spiders. Which is why he's scared of them.. 👀👀

@caprico54

Yes yes! :DD When Eddie was human, he was a mailman! So his job as a mailman now is the only thing that feels natural and familiar to him... Which is why he's so unnaturally good at it! :00

@i-only-created-this-to-read

Hmm.. I imagine that the pipes and plumbing are apart of Home. But only in the walls. The pipes the come up from the ground and attach to Home are not apart if it.

I'm thinking if you completely tore Home down and rebuilt it somewhere else, it would flicker to life again. If you split the materials of home between 2 houses, I think only one would actually be alive and "home". It would make sense if one part of Home was where its life came from. But I'm not sure what that would be.. Maybe the fireplace is the heart? Monster house style? <XD

I imagine whatever is apart/meant to be apart of Home is its body. A meteor crashing through wouldn't be part of it <XD And any hanging pictures or furniture is not apart if it. The walls are its bones and the paint becomes its skin. If you tore down a wall that wood stops being apart of Homes body the moment it is detached. If you build a new wall, it might take a moment.. but it will eventually become apart of Homes body.

As for the old rotted wood, I imagine that Wally chopped it up and used it for fire wood :0 The new wood that Wally installed in the walls became Homes new body.

<:( You will find someone new someday friend! There's a lot of bees in the hive!

(Referencing this post)

XDD Naahhh its ok, Grim's just nomin. He wont hurt Sylvester! :)

@taco-hyeh (Sent after this post)

Man, if only my mega Grimace comic didn't turn out to be so giant <XD I would have PLENTY of angst for you!

@kitschie

Home right now can be best described as.. curious.. but also somewhat malicious. It watches Wally and Eddie because its curious about them. But it can clearly tell that watching them causes panic attacks and makes them very upset. Yet it doesn't stop. If anything it watches them more intensely when they cry..

When it comes to if they could figure out what it wants.. its hard to say if Home even really wants anything. It just likes to watch and see the Wally react to its stares... that, an the fact that Home probably cant communicate outside of slamming windows and doors-

@calsoutghosthunting

Oh? I've only seen it from 1 artist, is it becoming a trend? :00

I don't know how I feel about it.. I mean its cool! But I might not draw it with my Sona personally <XD Reminds me of this old Journal drawing trend that I did a long while back.. 🤔

@spirited-splashes

AAAA THANK YOU!!! :DDDD I wish you luck in your journey! :)) AND REMEMBER!! The comfort has to be just as healing as the angst is hurting!! :}}}

(Referencing this post)

If you look closely, the hat is actually just Sylvester's ribbons! XDDD

[valeriianz]

Thinking about how we, as a fandom, seemed to have forgotten the ridiculousness of the mistletoe tradition. Oh, to be kissed by a stranger under a parasitic plant in public! Why yes, sign Dream up.

Thinking about Hob decorating the New Inn for Christmas. Dream drops in unexpectedly (but certainly not unwelcome) as usual, curious to see Hob draping multicolored lights along the open shelves of liquor behind the bar.

“What are you doing, Hob?”

“What does it look like I'm doing?” and Hob would turn back to his work, and Dream would watch, fascinated. Listening to the cheery music playing through the speakers, listening to Hob speak of the centuries past, how the celebration of the Christmas holiday had been pretty steadily thus since the mid 1800’s.

“The pagan holiday?” Dream would inquire, dragging his fingers along the taped up holiday cards along the backsplash of the bar, like moth’s wings stuck out and on display. Some even transferring soft glitter on Dream’s fingers, making him rub them together curiously.

“Well,” Hob would shrug with a grin. “The Christian bastardization of it.”

“Hardly,” Dream mused. “The Romans celebrated Saturnalia in this time, honoring the god with a feast and gifts.”

“No foolin’, eh?”

And, since it was late and Hob was feeling good about the work he’d done, he’d pour Dream a glass of red and offer him a seat, both of them sitting at the bar and admiring the twinkling lights, the smell of pine from the fresh garland, the garish oversized stockings tacked to the walls, and– Dream noticed with puzzlement, a single bunch of berries and leathery leaves hanging from the ceiling in the middle of an archway.

“I do not recognize this.”

Hob followed his friend’s gaze and, “oh,” he’d laugh. But it sounds… off-kilter, nervous or embarrassed. 

“It’s mistletoe. Just this– parasitic plant–”

“Why does it have a bow on it?”

“For fun.” Hob would level Dream with a look like, lighten up. Get into the spirit.

“Elaborate.”

And Hob would hmm and haa about this relatively silly tradition about kissing under a mistletoe, how the “rule” had kind of faded away in the past decade or so, but it was still a fun little thing and Hob, ever the purveyor of all things dreadfully human, wants to keep the tradition alive, even if no one really follows along anymore.

And Dream, knowing full well he doesn’t need an excuse to kiss his immortal, very human partner, decides to humor Hob.

He slips from his seat, hearing Hob snicker from behind him, probably knowing full well what he’s about to do, and Dream walks to stand directly under the plant.

The bar is closed, no one else is in the building, but Hob looks around anyway, like there would be anyone else who would take advantage of this opportunity. Dream has to physically bite down a delighted smile as Hob shrugs– well if no one else will– and all but jumps from his stool, slowly walking toward Dream with his hands in his jeans’ pockets.

Without even touching Dream, Hob leans in and pecks him on the mouth.

Dream’s brows rise up to his hairline. “Is that it?”

“I’m afraid so, love.” He points up to the plant above them. "They don’t hang these in public places for full blown make out sessions, you know.”

“Hm…” Dream considers this, and decides if the tradition of kissing under the mistletoe only yields one chaste thing, then he’d have to start collecting them enough to make something substantial out of it.

Cue the ridiculous montage of Hob finding Dream in various locales, venues, anywhere he’s at (even at a holiday staff party) and in all manner of positions, under a mistletoe.

“Was that even there before?” Hob would ask, a red solo cup in his hand and smirking like a fool at the sight of Dream slouching against the wall, a– quite large actually– mistletoe dangling from the ceiling above his head.

“Does it matter?” Dream would counter and Hob would shrug, fair enough, and acquiesce to the plant’s demands. It was a Christmas tradition, after all.

Or Hob entering his office at work and finding Dream draped across his desk, holding a plastic mistletoe that looked like it was bought at a drug store high above his head.

Hob would take a few moments to stand and stare, enamored by this ridiculous creature.

“You know how much I love you?” It’s not what Hob meant to say, he was going to quip something about dramatic Endless and their need for attention, but he’s so gone over Dream that his mouth barely cooperates with his brain in these situations.

Dream would preen, stretching his long legs down so they dangle off the edge of the desk, like a cat sunning himself, shaking the plastic plant for emphasis. 

“You could show me.”

This is their new tradition, every Christmas season. Hob finds Dream everywhere in the waking world, distracting Hob, raising eyebrows, and starting up strange rumor mills. But it’s in the privacy of his own home, coming back from work, and finding Dream wailing desperately against the foyer of his kitchen, a planted mistletoe hanging from the ceiling, as usual. 

“Oh, Hob Gadling,” Dream would cast an arm over his eyes. “How I’ve waited for you to come back and free me from the spell these dreadful berries have put me under.”

“Okay,” Hob would grin, biting back a laugh. “Would a kiss suffice?”

Dream would be hanging off the wall, his long, rail thin limbs bent at every angle under faux duress. 

“Oh! It might do. I feel shackled under this strange power this greenery emanates.”

“Dream of the Endless,” Hob would tease, dropping his bag and taking off his coat as he walks to his impossible lover. “Brought down by a common earthly sprout.”

“Yes, yes, now will you get over here?” 

And once Hob is within arms reach, laughing hard enough to wheeze, Dream would grab him by the shoulders and pull him in.

[frogsmulder]

34 & 36 msr

The Christmas Ruse

In order to avoid being set up with one of her mum's friends' sons, Scully uses Mulder's help to create a fake relationship. But Mulder doesn't know; about 3.4k words; rated t; tagging @today-in-fic

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Deep in the basement of the J Edgar Hoover building, December 23rd, Scully is about to leave the office. Winter coat pulled off the rack, one arm through and then the other, her heels clip towards the door when she stops in her tracks. Hesitating for a brief moment, she considers if she is really about to do this, but the alternative seems far more agonising. Lip caught between her teeth, she turns around to face Mulder, still at his desk. He looks up from the work he is still buried in despite the late hour: everyone else in the building has gone home, save for the janitor and herself. His hair is ruffled, his tie loose and a frown is perfectly sculpted across his brow. She could do worse as friends go. 

“Mulder…”

“Hmm?”

“Are you free tomorrow? About eight?”

He leans back in his chair, hands behind his head in mock consideration. “That's gonna be a little tough for me: I've got a file on a green, furry cryptid here that the higher-ups want caught before he steals all the joy out of Christmas.”

She can't help but roll her eyes. “I'll take that as a yes.”

“Depends: why d’you ask?” He leans forward again, hands clasped together on the desk in front of him, attentive, his whole gaze trained on her. 

“I–” she licks her lip– “I'll pick you up at seven.”

“Ooh a surprise!” he chuckles. “I like surprises. But if it's not a trip to Whoville, I'll be disappointed.”

She laughs, “happy holidays, Mulder,” as she walks out the door.

...

Her mind is blank, clear of any form of thought as the elevator dings, opening to the fourth floor of Hegal Place, Alexandria. She steps forward, automatic pilot steering her to the end of the corridor. If she starts thinking now, everything will cascade into a torrent of worry, and there will be no coming back. Checking her watch, she sees she is earlier than she had anticipated. She raises her knuckles to the wood. And then her hand drops without a sound. What if she is too early? What if she's interrupting him? Turning on her heel she walks back to wait in the car. But that is ridiculous. She should just knock and wait inside if he isn't ready. Yet upon reaching his door, she feels that magnetic repulsion again. Again she turns away. 

This time it isn't her own doubt that stops her but the sound of the door opening behind her. Mulder's head pops out. 

“Hey, Scully!” He grins. “You gonna pace around outside for the next twenty minutes or are you gonna let me invite you in?”

She opens her mouth to say something when he widens the door and motions for her to get moving. His casual nature bemuses her. He saunters in ahead, bare-chested, hair slightly damp, just a pair of jeans, drawing her eyes down to how well they hang on his hips and fit his ass. 

“You didn't give me a dress code: is this alright?” He picks up a black t-shirt and a navy sweater, spinning around to hold them against his chest like a professional designer. 

She smirks, “yeah, that'll do nicely.”

He grins again as he wriggles into the garments. A moment of confusion passes his features before he looks around and bends over to look under the coffee table. Retrieving a bottle of aftershave, he sprays some on, and then looks satisfied with his appearance. Scully certainly is. A waft of the scent captivates her as he puts the bottle back on the table. 

“Good to go?”

He snaps her from her thoughtless mind “Oh, uh, yeah.”

The drive is pleasant enough. Crisp frosted scenery flies by while seasonal songs float from the car stereo. In the corner of her eye, she notices Mulder quietly humming and tapping along to the music, having no right to be as endearing as he is. She smiles, and focuses on the road ahead. 

“So, I am allowed to ask where we are going now, or is it still a surprise?”

“We are going for a Scully Christmas eve dinner. It's, uh, a sort of tradition we have each year: close family get together to share time before the big day tomorrow–before all the aunts come over and fuss over how Christmas should be done properly in the traditional Irish Catholic way.” She laughs a little, remembering how Aunt Marie had to be kicked out of the kitchen by her mother. “And my mom invited you.”

Mulder whistles. “Wow, that's a high honour indeed. I feel bad now coming empty handed.”

“Don't worry, there's a bottle of red on the backseat from both of us.”

“Both of us? Will your mother have something to be suspicious about?” He grins and waggles his eyebrows. 

“It's nothing like that,” she laughs. “She's just been asking after you a lot lately. I think she's secretly trying to adopt you.”

“Well, I couldn't think of a better person to be adopted by than Mrs Scully.”

Scully bites her lip, considering whether to tell him the truth, but decides it isn't worth it. Her mom has already apologised to Jack: he won't be there, and that's the main thing. She grips the steering wheel a little tighter. 

They pull up to the house and she sees Bill’s family wagon is already in the driveway and she curses quietly under her breath, she had hoped to settle in before he showed up. 

She gets out of the car and picks up the bottle of wine. Mulder is waiting for her on the other side, arm curled in invitation. She links her own arm through and shakes her head at how well he's playing the role he doesn't even know he's got. At the top of the path, she nervously opens the door, preparing herself for the evening ahead. The irony is, she would rather be having dinner with just Mulder, but then again she's never managed to be the traditional sort. 

“Hi Mom, Bill, we're here!”

“We're in the kitchen sweetie!” her mother calls back. 

Mulder groans and bends down to whisper harshly in her ear, “You never said Bill Jr was here.”

“I said close family.”

“I think I left my diplomacy mask in the trunk, let me go get it.”

She chuckles and tugs him along to the kitchen. 

She first presents her mother with the wine and receives a big hug in return before Maggie sees who she has brought with her. 

“Oh Fox! How wonderful to see you.” She cups his face and reaches up to kiss his cheek, before standing back, holding by the arms and admiring him. “Although I can't say I'm surprised; Dana has been talking about you a lot lately.”

“Oh really?” Mulder turns teasingly to Scully with his eyebrows raised. 

Maggie laughs, “Yes, I was starting to think she was making the whole thing–”

“Mom!” Scully interrupts, blushing bright red. 

“Sorry, Dana,” She chuckles and releases Mulder back to her. “Would you like some prosecco, the two of you?”

Scully eyes Bill standing a few steps behind their mother, watching Mulder warily. 

“That sounds wonderful, Mrs Scully.”

“Oh, Maggie, please; you're part of the family, Fox.”

“That's very kind of you, Maggie.”

She walks up to him and opens her arms as a peace offering. “Hey Bill, long time no see. Your boat didn't get stuck in traffic this time then?”

He finally relaxes and accepts her hug

“How's my little sister doing?”

“I'm good,” she sighs. “Where are Tara and the kids?”

“She's just giving them a bath before they go to bed.” He steps back and gives her a smile. “Don't worry, they'll be down in time to say good night to their favourite aunt.” 

She smiles to hide the pain of the hidden dig; the absence of Melissa felt the most this time of year. 

“Mom was telling me you brought a date.” He glances back over to Mulder. “Seriously? Him?”

She sighs, knowing this was an eventuality. “I don't want to do this now, Bill, it's Christmas. Can we just leave it alone?”

He steps forward, insistent. “But after all he's done to you?”

“Bill, I won't say it again. He's been there for me and supported me despite what you think.” She looks over to Mulder too, and how easily he talks to her mom. Her mother is right, he is a part of this family even if it's not in the way she thinks. “I don't want any trouble this evening, Bill, please.”

He nods tersely, the matter still clearly bothering him. She decides to leave it and joins Mulder, wrapping herself around his arm and taking the flute of bubbling alcohol gratefully. Despite trying to mask it, Mulder senses her tension and smoothly twines his fingers with hers, grounding her the way no-one else has ever has. 

...

The rest of the evening flows relatively effortlessly as family gatherings go. Matthew comes bounding down the stairs followed shortly by Tara and a baby already sleepy-eyed resting on her shoulder. Matthew runs up to his grandma and jumps onto her lap in the armchair. 

“Are you all clean and ready for bed now?” Maggie coos. 

He shakes his head. “I not tired. Not need bed.” And then he points a finger across the room. “Funny man?”

From the corner of her eye, Scully can see Mulder chuckle next to her as he slowly gets up to introduce himself. 

“Hi, Dana!” Tara offers a wave with one hand, gently bouncing the baby “Sorry I didn't get to say hi earlier I had my hands full.”

“Sure looks that way,” Scully laughs. She gets up to stroke the fuzzy hair of her newest nephew and give him a kiss on his crown. “He's grown so much already,” She marvels. “Oh, this is Mulder by the way–” she gestures over to where Mulder is ruffling Matthews hair– “Mulder, the only other woman besides mom that's been able to keep my brother in check.”

“I see we are going to get along,” Mulder chuckles. 

“Oh he's not that bad really.” Tara looks fondly over at her husband trying to gently extract their son from Maggie’s arms, much to the grumpy protests of Matthew. “He's really a teddy bear underneath it all.”

“Just don't let my crewmen hear about it.”

“No, Daddy, no! Me not tired!”

Bill gruffs and hoists Matthew up, barely holding on to him as arms and legs flail. 

“Can I?” Mulder asks cautiously and Bill gives him a contemptuous look as Scully raises an incredulous eyebrow. 

“You know what day it is today, Matthew?”

The boy rolls his eyes. “Kissmas eve.”

Mulder nods seriously. “And what happens on Christmas eve?”

“Santa comes.”

“But you know Santa only comes if you are asleep. He is very shy.” He leans on conspiratorially to whisper in the boys ear. “He can't bring your presents if you're awake.”

“But... But… I good boy,” he pouts. 

Mulder smiles. “You have to be good all year round, including Christmas eve. And good boys go to bed when their mommy asks them to.”

Matthew considers this for a moment. “You good boy?”

“Yes,” Mulder laughs. “But the question is, are you?”

Matthew nods and clings to his father. “Bed time then Santa?”

“That's right,” Bill chimes in. “Come on, let's get you to bed.” 

He gets up the stairs with little fuss. Over his shoulder a tired child yawns. “Bye bye, aunty Dana!” he says. “Bye bye, funny man!”

On his way past, Tara mouths thank you to Mulder, who waves it off as if it was no big thing. Scully looks at him, mouth hanging open, both her shock and curiosity showing through. She had watched the whole thing unfold in front of her as if it was the most natural thing in the world to him. How? She wonders, while a quieter voice deeper inside whispers dangerous day-dreams. She fights to keep it tamped down, knowing its impossibility; its only real ability to hurt her in the future. 

Maggie pats Mulder's arm as she moves through to the kitchen, pausing to add, “You'll make a great father one day, Fox.”

A strange sting of jealousy sings with that chorus at her mother's words. Scully shakes it off. “Mulder,” she smiles with awe. “How did you know that would work?”

He shrugs. “I guess those hostage negotiation classes paid off.”

She laughs but doesn't let the matter slide. “No, really?”

“I used to encourage my sister to bed the same way. For some reason she listened to me.” He gets a wistful look in his eye. “But there was that one time we conspired to stay up to catch Santa together. Well, our father wasn't very pleased.”

...

Later, sat around the dinner table, Scully edges closer to Mulder, conscious to keep the appearance of the happy couple up. Part of her is anxious that Mulder will become suspicious of her behaviour, question her and force her to reveal her ruse. The other part wars with herself about how easy and natural it is to act like she loves him. She fidgets with the hem of her blouse under the table, straightening herself out as her mother passes out portions of homemade cottage pie. The smell of it takes her back to her childhood when she and her siblings used to fight over who got the leftovers. She remembers Missy taking putty on her and sneaking her some to not make the others jealous. 

“So,” Tara chirps brightly, bringing Scully out of her reverie. “How do you and Mulder know each other?”

She opens her mouth but no words come out, the inevitable question catching her off guard. “Um… We work together… he's my– we're– he's my partner.” She shields her gaze from Bill’s stern stare and catches Mulder's amused smirk. Her cheeks start to burn and she is sure everyone can see her blush. 

“Ahhh.” Tara gives her a knowing smile. “And how long has that been going on for?”

“It's, uh–

“Relatively new,” Mulder fills in for her. Surprised, Scully whips her head to stare at him. 

“Well, I'm glad for you Dana, you look happier than I've seen you in a while. And who knows maybe you'll even get to start a family of your own: he seems great with kids.”

Her mother jumps in before she can reply, sensing her unease, knowing her desires for motherhood will only ever remain as that. “Come now, there's no need for an interrogation,” she jokes light heartedly. 

Scully finally looks to Mulder with a smile and says quietly, “Yeah, he is.”

The blush on his cheeks warms her heart and she licks her lips. Maybe it could be this easy to love him. 

Her mother raises “A toast to this Christmas, to family.”

“And to Mulder and Dana,” Tara adds. 

“Bill,” Maggie smiles. “Will you do the honours?”

Bill nods and clasps his hands together leading everyone into grace with a bowed head and closed eyes. “Bless this food and the hands that prepared it–”

Under the table Scully feels Mulder shift, his hand reaching out to her, fingers walking along her lap to find her hand. She turns it over, allowing him to lace his fingers through hers. She breaks her prayer to look at him, confused but not unpleasantly surprised. With everyone keeping vigil, he smiles softly, privately, as if they were the only two people to exist in this world. When Bill utters the words “Amen,” Mulder squeezes her hand before quickly letting go, moving his gaze elsewhere as conversation resumes.

...

After dinner, Scully, stays sitting at the table for a while, watching the swirling bubble in her flute rise to the top and burst. Tara helps her mother clear away and Mulder quietly excuses himself for some fresh air. She bites her lip, sensing his discomfort with the intimate family setting. She briefly wonders what Christmas eve at the Mulder household is like, before remembering last year he had invited to go ghostbusting. Maybe he would prefer to be there than here, suffocated in an environment he barely recognises. She was too selfish to consider how out of place he would feel, but she can’t deny that having him by her side the last few hours has been an immense source of strength for her. She is not sure she could give up his company even if she wanted to.

Bill’s chair makes a scraping sound against the hardwood floor as he gets up. She glances from her bubbling glance to see him follow Mulder’s direction to the porch. Discreetly, she follows him. Through the front door she can hear his muffled voice stern and gruff: “.... clear Dana likes you… respect her choice but… hurt her again…”

She’s heard enough to know exactly what Bill is saying and she curses him under her breath. Jaw clenched, she turns the handle of the door. “Bill–” she starts.

Bill throws his hands up defensively. “I was just leaving, Dana.” 

She watches as he innocently side steps her and returns to the dining room. Scully turns around again, fingers to her brow, massaging out the frown carved out there, not knowing where to begin apologising.

“How much of that did you hear?” Mulder winces, scratching the back of his neck.

She sighs dejectedly. “Only the important parts.”

He huffs half a laugh. “Only that much, huh?”

“I’m sorry, Mulder. Bill can be…”

“Overprotective?” he laughs again mirthlessly. “Yeah, well, as the older brother I get it: he just cares a lot about you. I only wish that didn’t mean hating me in the process.”

She places a comforting hand on his bicep, pleading silently that he accept her forgiveness for the sin he doesn't know she has committed. She searches his eyes for an answer but before she can find one, Tara walks up to the doorway, catching them.

“Aw don’t you two look cute under the mistletoe.”

“What?” Scully spins around defensively.

Mulder looks up and chuckles. Amidst the heat of the confrontation, she had forgotten the sprig of mistletoe tied to the porch awning. She slowly lifts her head, hoping it’s not still there, but the berries shine white against the green, inviting them to keep up tradition.

“Do you trust me, Scully?”

She looks at him, wide-eyed and hesitant. “Yes, but–”

Before she can finish the thought, Mulder is leaning in, warm hand pressed against her cheek, the other holding her steady at her hip. His lips meet hers as soft and as light as a feather touch, barely a whisper of the possibilities she now finds herself fantasising. All too soon, he draws back, leaving her bereft of his heat, his touch. His thumb still draws back and forth across her skin as she languidly opens her eyes again, seeing his smile in a new light. All the world goes quiet and numb save for the man standing in front of her, still holding on, still smiling. Conscious thought leaves her brain; her worries and doubts disseminated like dust on the wind. Old fortresses crumble and fall and she reaches up to brush her finger against his lips, testing this new reality she finds herself in. Lead by pure instinct she follows her finger and kisses against hers li him again, craving the feel of his lips brushing against hers like oxygen after seven years of holding her breath. Hesitantly, she deepens the kiss, exploring the taste of his lips, his tongue. When he reciprocates she sighs contentedly, floating towards heaven.

He pulls back and rests his forehead against hers. “Now are you gonna tell me why your whole family thinks we are dating?” he whispers just loud enough for her to hear. “Or do I have to ask them?”

“I–” she stutters over her words half in relief, half realising the ridiculousness of it all. She hides her face buried deep in his chest, laughing through, “I didn’t want mum to set me up with one of her friends' sons again.” 

“And I was the perfect lie?” he teases her with a shit-eating grin.

“As far as boyfriends go, I could do a lot worse.”

“So, it’s official–” he tilts her head back to look at him and brushes her hair from her face– “this is our first date.”

“Shut up, Mulder,” she laughs.

“Hey, Scully–” he gives her another chaste kiss. “Merry Christmas.”

She smiles against his lips. “Merry Christmas.”

[dsireland86]

Hi, I was just wondering if i could request a Song inspired fic with Jolly x fem reader? And i was thinking the song Faithfully by Journey?

I absolutely love Journey and this song! Thank you for this!!!

Faithfully

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"Highway run into the midnight sun Wheels go 'round and 'round, you're on my mind Restless hearts sleep alone tonight Sendin' all my love along the wire"

He missed her. More than he would say. Jolly laid in his bunk, hearing the hum of the bus's engine and feeling its vibration. He was lonely for her, even though he and the band had much to do for the next few weeks.   

Tossing and turning, his heart was restless. He couldn't sleep, not without her body curled up into him. Grabbing his phone, he opened his picture folder and searched through the countless ones he had of her smiling as he did so. Then he stopped. That was it. That was the one he was looking for. It was a simple picture, one of her in her pj's sitting on the couch with her feet curled up into her like always. Her hair was piled on top of her head in a messy bun with loose strands falling out. She was looking at him with a small smile on her face because she hated having her picture taken, even though Jolly took many of her. She looked beautiful. She was beautiful. Inside and out. And she was his. Totally, one hundred percent his. He missed her terribly

"Good morning, beautiful," Jolly answered, wiping the sleep from his eyes.

"Morning, sleepyhead. Have a rough night?"

Jolly nodded, still half asleep.

"Awe. Why? What's wrong?" 

"I don't have you here. That's what's wrong. I miss you more than I thought I would"

"Awe Jolly, baby," she sighed. "I know how you feel. I slept like shit last night, too. I miss you so badly that I had to sleep in one of your shirts. I think I'm going to have to until you come home.

"Which shirt," Jolly grinned.

Y/N stood up, revealing Jolly's Swedish flag shirt.

"Hmm, my favorite one," he smiled.

"Exactly," she smiled back, returning to her seat.

"I Iove you."

"I love you too."

"I'm forever yours."

"Faithfully. I've got to go. Gotta get ready for this really important meeting I have in three hours," she said, kissing her fingers and laying them on the screen of her phone.

"Okay, babe. Good luck."

"Thanks. You too. I know you'll crush it tonight. You and the boys always do, and yes I mean Matt, too."

Jolly laughed, loving how she remembered not to single Matt out after the comment he made over Christmas last year.

"Say hey to everyone for me."

"Will do. Bye."

Jolly ended the call and threw the blankets off, getting up to start the day.

"They say that the road ain't no place to start a family Right down the line it's been you and me And lovin' a music man ain't always what it's supposed to be Oh, girl you stand by me, I'm forever yours, faithfully"

Seven shows in, three more left. Jolly and the boys were whooped. Before the show, he video called y/n, but immediately she knew something was wrong. She said his face didn't hold that normal glow. She was worried about him and asked if she needed to take time off from work and fly out to the next show.

"No, babe, I'm good. Really. I'm just tired. You have enough on your plate. You don't need to worry about me. Only two more shows after tonight, then I'll be home and between your legs, deep inside you, showing you just how much I missed you."

"Oh, baby, you're making my panties wet just thinking about it," Y/N laughed lightly.

"Shut up and stop being such a tease."

"Okay, well, you keep telling yourself that you're okay, Karlsson, but I know you better than you know yourself."

Jolly chuckled.

"I know this isn't easy."

"What?"

"Being with me, loving me while I'm always on the road. I know it's not what you signed up for."

Y/N sighed.

"Jolly, baby, listen, I know I didn't sign up for this. People change, and situations and plans change. But my love for you, that has never changed. You're my person. You'll always be my person, and I'm forever yours,"

"Faithfully," Jolly continued. "I love you, too."

"Good. Now, go out there, kick tonight in the ass so you can finish this tour and come home to me."

"Yes, ma'am." 

"And bein' apart ain't easy on this love affair Two strangers learn to fall in love again. I get the joy of rediscovering you. Oh girl, you stand by me, I'm forever yours, faithfully". 

It's the last night of the tour, then he goes home tomorrow. Jolly was hyped, full of excitement, to be going home to his woman. The guys noticed this and were happy to finally have him back with them, mentally.

The show started and Jolly played just like every night before, but with a little more spirit, except this time when he looked over at the side of the stage, Y/N was standing there, watching him with the biggest smile on her face.

His heart skipped a beat, and the happiness that overtook him was overwhelming. He smiled back at her, absolutely stunned that she really did give up her time to come out and be with him.

"What are you doing here!"

Y/N didn't even bother to answer Jolly, just gathered him up in her arms and kissed him all over his face. Jolly was sweaty, and his hair was damp and sticking somewhat to his face, but she didn't care. He was back in her arms and that was all that mattered.

"You needed me, so I came. I just couldn't get the time off until today."

Jolly was shocked and the look on his face said it.

"I'm going to assume the look on your face right now is a happy shock and not an unhappy shock," she laughed, cupping Jolly's face and kissing him.

His hands found Y/N's lower back as she stood on her tiptoes to kiss him, smiling as she did. Jolly leaned in, bending her back a little, and kissed her back, smiling too. Her arms snaked around his neck as Jolly's lifted her up and she wrapped her legs around his waist, laughing as he spun her around.

"You bet your ass it's a happy shock. I love you," he muttered softly, planting a soft kiss on the end of her nose.

"I love you too, " she whispered.

"And I'm forever yours,"

"Faithfully." 

[deathofacupid]

didn't see you there | peter parker

late christmas fic cuz why not

summary: what's a little cafe meet-cute?

the walls were coated with green, red, and white. christmas decor hung from corner to corner, draped against the walls.

there was a small christmas tree in the back, wrapped with tinsel and ribbon. small, shiny ornaments perched themselves upon the prickly branches.

holiday music rang from the speakers, and you twirled around, broom in hand. it was closing time and you were cleaning up before heading out.

"last christmas, i gave you my heart... and the very next day...

"you gave it away... this year..."

brushing pieces of trash and clumps of dirt into pile, you sang loudly, not concerned since you were the only one there.

the music was turned all they way up, and you weren't conscious of what was going on around you.

that's probably why you didn't here the chime of the doorbell, indicating that someone had entered.

at this point, you were doing less working and more... whatever was that you were doing.

"um— miss? i was just— i was popping in for a drink?"

you yelped, hopping backwards and jabbing the broom towards him. once you realized that he was not in fact a potential robber or bad guy, you lowered the weapon. weapon?

there wasn't much to work with in a cafe.

your cheeks were flaming hot, and you were just about ready to die.

the worst part?

he was 100% the cutest guy you'd ever seen. i mean, that had to make everything worse.

because now you couldn't even hit on him. poor guy probably thought you were crazy.

"...we're closed."

"oh, sorry. i didn't think you closed until 10:00. that— that's what the sign said outside, anyways."

"uh, yeah it's..."

9:51.

"oh. oh, i'm so sorry. i g-guess i lost track of time. i can take you right now, if you'd like."

strike two.

"yes, please."

you cleared your throat, face still flushed. "what can i get you... at 9:52, good sir?"

the boy (man?) cracked a grin, and your insides squeezed. he was just so damn pretty.

"one large black coffee. um, extra caffeine."

you raised an eyebrow, and he took it upon himself to further elaborate, "college student," he chucked, and that was enough for you to understand.

"well, that'll do it."

he laughed, "yep!"

"can i have a name for the order?" you didn't need it, but it was a good excuse to get his name.

"yes, yeah," then he paused, like he was trying to remember said name. "parker peter. wait, no— that's not what i meant. i-i don't know why it came out like that. peter. it's peter. parker, that's my last name... if you're wondering where that came from."

"okay... peter. cute."

you didn't ignore the blush that made it's way onto his face. maybe he didn't get flirted with often, you thought.

but then again, how could he not? peter was literally a greek god... like, what?

"so..." you started, wanting to break the silence, "what're you majoring in?"

"biotech."

"ooh, you're a science guy, huh?"

"yeah." peter was blushing again, you noted. why, though? did he think that was weird? or nerdy? well, it was nerdy, but in the best way possible.

"that's really cool!"

"you think?"

"of course!"

"um, yeah, i intern for mr. stark."

"mr. stark?" you racked your brain, trying to figure out whether or not you were supposed to know him. "...wait. oh my god, tony stark? like- like- stark industries? that tony stark?"

you were speechless. you knew that he had to be smart, considering he was in biotech. but this level? wow.

"mhm."

and, man, he seemed so modest about it.

"jeez, pete. that's insane!"

"thanks..." he glanced at your name tag, "y/n. that's a pretty name. what about you?"

"me? what about me?" you asked, banging on the side of the coffee machine. "damnit. this stupid piece of— ah-ha!" smiling as it started to work, you started filling up the large cup.

"major. wha-what are you majoring in?"

"huh— oh! i'm still in high school. i turn eighteen in a couple weeks. i'm a senior. y'know, at midtown."

peter's eyebrows shot up, "midtown?"

"hmm," you clipped on the top. glancing at the sharpie, you inhaled. you picked it up and scribbled down his name. and then, after a moment, you number.

"i used to go there. i knew you looked familiar. i'm a sophomore at college. you were... what, like freshman when i was there?"

"uh... yeah. something like that. that's so weird. i've never seen you around before."

peter winced, "um, yeah, i wasn't the most well known..."

you bit your lip, not wanting the conversation to drop.  "well, here's your disgustingly bland coffee, parker. sure you don't want any sugar or anything? a cookie, maybe?"

"no, i'm okay," he laughed, taking the cup from you. peter took out his wallet and handed you his card, which you took.

"sorry, again. for... you know."

"nothing to apologize for. you're good." pete furrowed his brows. "are- are you closing up yourself?"

you shrugged. "yeah. why?"

"no... it's just, it's really late."

"meh. i live, like, 5 minutes away from here."

"then i can drop you off? just so— just to make sure you get home safe."

"it's okay. besides, i still haven't finished," you gestured vaguely, "all this."

"i can wait. it's okay."

"pete—"

"it'd make me feel a lot better knowing you get home." he tilted his head at you.

everything about him felt so safe; you didn't even know him, but you already trusted him. he had that feeling that resonated off him.

"i—" you blushed, your insides squirming at the fact that he cared about your well-being. he was a stranger, and yet he still wanted to do this, so who were you to refuse? besides, it would be nice you stay and talk to him longer. "okay."

peter grinned, "cool!"

"just give me a minute." you cleaned up, wiping down the tables and pushing in chairs. "you know what'd be crazy?"

peter looked at you.

actually, you weren't sure if he'd ever looked away, because when you glanced up, his eyes were locked on you. "huh?"

"if you were, like, some kidnapper. and i just wouldn't know, because you'd be trying to seem nice, and then bam, you're dragging me to the trunk of your car. kinda like reverse psychology, but not."

he laughed, shaking his head. "how'd you know? man, you just blew my cover."

"don't even try it. i got a fancy red panic button on the underside of this counter."

"do you really?"

"yep... no. we don't. well, technically, we do. but it doesn't work."

"huh. okay."

the two of you went back and forth with little quips, making each other laugh, until finally, you were done. taking of your apron, you tossed it in the bin and hung up the cap. peter held the door open for you as you flipped over the "open" sign to "closed".

"you know, i normally don't let pretty boys walk me back home from work."

"well, i don't normally walk pretty girls home from work. so you should be flattered."

"i'll have you know that i am."

"how come you work so late anyways?"

you sighed, "we don't have... the greatest supply of money. my mom tries her best, but i like to put in the hours whenever i can to help. i do a bunch of extracurriculars because it looks good on resumes, and i only have time for anything else later in the day."

"i see. it's cool of you to help out like that. i'm sure your mom really appreciates that."

wincing, "she doesn't know i work this late. my mom doesn't get back from the office until 1 or 2am. it's nice i have a full scholarship. at least i don't have to pay for college. that crap is crazy expensive. or at least too expensive for us."?

"scholarship? that's awesome. where to?"

you shrugged, "midtown college. not as prestigious as their high school, but it's still something. majoring in graphic design."

"so you, like, draw?" his eyes lit up, "oh, is all that chalk art or the windows and board yours?"

"yep. you like?"

"yeah! are you kidding? that stuff's crazy. i could never."

you laughed, "thanks, pete. oh— well, this is my place. don't leak my address."

"no promises."

"and thanks, again. this was really sweet of you. it's nice knowing that there are still good people out there." and with a sudden burst of confidence, you kissed his cheek. "good night," you murmured.

you were too giddy and happy to look back at him, and you barely caught the farewell that rolled off his lips.

well, at least he had your number.

[lavendermunson]

angel - steve harrington and eddie munson

day 7 of leia's christmas tree farm

cw +18 nsfw. best friends to lovers. eventual throuple. fingering. reader's nickname is angel

a/n this is the first time i write them together with r so be gentle with me pls

Even if it’s cold outside, you feel your body as hot as a kettle.

A kettle that is about to whistle loudly when it reaches its boiling point. 

Because you sit in the middle of your two best friends, who love you and adore you but your dirty mind can’t stop thinking about that dream you had. Where they whispered sweet nothings into your ears while giving your body light and lovely touches to get you all whiney for them. 

Your naked thighs warm at the touch of the two boys, who inevitably manspread all the way to the last college party of the year. Eddie’s van feels tiny all of a sudden, the three of you have been cramped in this vehicle for more than an hour. 

“Are you alright? you look like a cherry over there” Steve asks, noticing your red tinted cheeks and rubbing your thigh with the back of his hand. His fingers are cold, like ice cubes. A feeling enough to make you rub your thighs together. 

“What was that?” Eddie asks, taking a glance at your legs pressed together. He notices how you freeze at Steve’s touch.

As the curious man he is, Eddie slowly rubs your other thigh. Looking at how you squirm underneath their touch, a grin shows on both of the boys’ faces. 

“Someone likes to be touched by us, isn’t that right angel?”

Angel. The nickname they used to call you in your dreams. It must’ve slipped from your lips while you were sleeping a few minutes ago. 

“Don’t worry, we always take care of you” Eddie rubs his hand against your skin, cold rings sending a shiver down your spine. His hand sneaks in between your legs, as he pushes them open with his fingers. “Isn’t that right Steve?”

“Hmm, he is right angel” 

Steve is quick to press his lips against your cheek, leaving soft and wet kisses all the way to your neck. When he tastes the sourness of your perfume, he groans against your skin making a soft moan escape your lips. While he begins to suck on your skin, Eddie’s hand feels the wetness on your panties, just with one slight touch of his finger against your clothed pussy. 

“She is so wet for us, Stevie,” Eddie whispers. “Do you want us, angel? Do you want us to treat you like the princess you are?” 

“Yes, yes, please. I want you both to touch me”

“Good girl, she has manners!” Steve murmurs against your skin, now leaving wet kisses against your collarbone. 

“You are adorable” Eddie joins, both boys praising you has your mind all fuzzy. Even more when they are touching you at the same time. 

When Steve helps Eddie get your panties out of the way, both of them find their place against your core. 

First, Steve’s long fingers find your slick. He makes sure to wet his fingers enough to collect the right amount, he lifts his fingers up to his mouth to taste you. “Sweet, our sweet angel”

Eddie does the same, licking his cubby fingers clean and humming at the sweet taste of you. You melt against the seat of the van, feeling how they got hypnotized by you. 

Then, Eddie does the same movement but this time his fingers rub small circles on your clit. Taking good care of that little bundle of nerves that gives you enough pleasure to start moaning, your whimpers filling the van and muffling the radio music. 

Steve, having both of his hands free, gets to work. His left hand touches your neck, fingers wrapping around your throat to keep you in place while his other hand pushes his fingers into you. 

His soft digits hit your walls, going slowly in and torturing you as the anticipation builds up for you. You let out breathy whines until you can feel his knuckles. 

Your legs shake, as both of the boys your boys make sure you are having the time of your life. Your heart beats faster than ever. 

The sunset ahead of you makes you even more light headed, leaning in for their touch and their attention. 

“You are doing so well, angel” 

“Look how pretty you are, angel. Making a mess all over our fingers” 

Both of their praises hit you like a wave, feeling a lot of pleasure but also a lot of love. It’s what you’ve been wanting for so long, both of them showing you just how much they want you. 

“More, more” you manage to say, as Steve looks at your face. Your cheeks glowing, your eyes rolling as your mouth is slightly open. 

“Let’s give this baby what she wants, Eddie”

“Sure thing”

Both of their fingers work faster, as Steve fucks you with his fingers and Eddie licks his fingers to place them again against your clit and rub with more intensity. 

You close your eyes, your glossy lips open as you moan and whimper under their control. You try to bite your bottom lip as your hands place over each one of their arms to gain some control over yourself, but you don’t succeed.

“C’mon angel, come for us princess” Eddie coos, as Steve presses kisses against your lips with a firm hand over your throat. Feeling your pulse throbbing against his fingers.  

There’s a moment when you feel so full, your chest rising up and down while white dots blur your vision and you cum on their fingers. 

They try to ease you up, cleaning you with their fingers as they suck your sweetness off of them. When you open your eyes and look at the house to your left you realize you’ve got to your destination. 

“Let’s go find a room in there, we need to have our own little party,” Eddie says, ready to do a lot more than what you just did in the van. 

“We are going to destroy you, angel” Steve whispers in your ear, as Eddie kisses your cheek and both of them take your hands leading you to this house. 

This is even better than your dreams.

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[hannamoon143]

...👀👀👀👀👀

Imma ask all😔✨

1. What song makes you feel better?

2. What is your go to comfort show?

3. Reading or writing? Why?

4. Whats your favorite feeling?

5. How do you like to take care of yourself?

6. What’s your favorite candle scent?

7. Who do you feel most like yourself around?

8. Whats a fabric/texture that’s nostalgic for you?

9. Best childhood moment?

10. When was the last time you laughed so hard you cried? (or just felt really good afterwards)

11. Do you have a comfort item? Tell us about it!

12. What calms you down?

13. Bath or shower to relax?

14. Whats something upcoming that you’re excited for?

15. Comfort food ?

16. What’s something you want to create soon?

17. How do you feel best loved ?

18. What age in life do you think you’ll feel most yourself at?

19. Have you ever written or received a love letter?

20. Tell us about a memory you hold close to your heart.

21. Tea, Coffee or hot cocoa ?

22. Name of your favorite playlist?

23. Have you ever received flowers?

24. Who is your bestfriend ?

25. If your soul was a color, what would it be? 

26. If you could live anywhere with anyone you want, where would it be and who would you bring?

27. Do you like to garden? Have you ever grown something?

28. What are you proudest of?

29. Arw you a kind person ?

30. What do your hobbies look like ?

I'm sorry it will take time for u to answer but I'm a curious person so 😔💕✨

Take your time <333

omg thats so cutei😭💕 let's start

secret secret by stray kids, and sweater weather <3

hmmm i'd say gilmore girls, and the drama "it's okay to not be okay"

i personally love both, i love reading cause i can escape reality,also if it's just for a few hours. i love writing cause i can express my feelings so naturally, other than with speaking😅

the feeling when i'm doing something that really makes me happy, and i can just forget everything else

hmm when i feel drained i like to take a long hot shower, and afterwards jsut go to bed and read a comfort book, or when i'm in public, i take my headphones and listen to music

ohhh i love vanilla candles

when i'm alone and with @darqlys

When i was with my that time best friend at night at a little hill, we were watching fireworks, and i thought everything would be perfect forever

hmm i'd say raw cookie dough, and the blanket i have for rlly long now

hmm tbh i can't really remember

soo i think in a way my headphones are my comfort item, cause music brings me a big comfort, but also my old plushies i'd say, and that may seem weird but i keep all letters i ever got, and to this day i still read letters from people who i now not even have contact with anymore, but sweet words from people who loved me once or love me are something that brings me comfort too.

music

shower

hmm i guess i'm excited for christmas

rice.it''s light, never made me feel sick or smth and its also not unhealthy so yea

i hope to create a work of writing that i will be really proud of, and can say that i'm really satisfied with

physical affection. i love love love hugs and stuff, but also loving and appreciating words make me feel really loved and worthy

hmm maybe when i was a child around the age of 6 or maybe in some years

actually i wrote one once, but i wrote it together with another girl and it was really embarassing, cause the guy never said anything about it except thank u so it was really weird after.but i love the memory of it😂

the memories with my old best friends,yes all of them. i was always myself, and there wasn't a day where we didn't have fun together.

hmm i love tea and coffee, but i think i'll go with tea.

it's just my favorites

no

@darqlys

hard question, it'd be navy blue ig

i would move to japan, korea, or somewhere scandinavian with @darqlys or alone

yes i lowkey like it, and yes i've grown some things before

my family for being so strong even through real shitty times, and @darqlys, i'm proud of u all the time

oh that's hard to say😅 idk how other people see me but i try to always be kind.

i mostly write, read, listen to music, and yea that's it, kinda boring ig

yes that's it ig💕

[hellfirehottie]

California Dreamin' - Eddie Munson

Chapter Six - Everywhere (Part Two)

Content warnings: almost first kiss, talk of sexual experiences and relationships, Eddie has a nightmare, comfort, lots of reassurance!! Continued from last chapter!

01:25AM

The living room is lit by the light of the flickering tv screen. Everyone is asleep except Eddie, who blankly watches the TV and occasionally glances at Nina. Nina’s eyes flutter open. 

Nina: (hushed) “Eddie? What are you doing awake?”  Eddie: [shrugging, quiet] “Too wired to sleep yet.”  Nina: [looking around the living room at everyone passed out on the couch, yawning, voice soft] “I didn’t even realise I fell asleep.”  Eddie: “It’s okay.” [smirking] “Your snoring is terrible though.”  Nina: [gaping] “I so do not snore!”  Eddie: [teasing] “You so do.”  Nina: “Do not!”  Eddie: “You do! Like this.” [he does an exaggerated snore, Nina gapes more, blushing]  Nina: [pouty, tired] “You’re so mean to me.”  Eddie: [softening] “It’s cute, don’t worry.”  Nina: [blushing] “Thanks.” [looking around, rubbing her eyes tiredly] “Well, I’m awake now, what do you want to do?” 

Eddie’s mind raced, there were lots of things they could do, he thought. He blinked away his dirty thoughts and returned back to the conversation. 

Nina: “We could get to know each other a bit better?”  Eddie: [smiling brightly, dimples showing] “Sure. Erm… when’s your birthday?”  Nina: “March 3rd. I’m a Pisces baby.”  Eddie: [teasingly] “Hippie.”  Nina: “And yours?”  Eddie: “August 27th.”  Nina: [rolling her eyes] “Leo, so obvious.”  Eddie: [laughing] “Favourite food?”  Nina: “Meal or snack?”  Eddie: [grinning] “Both.”  Nina: [smiling] “Italian food, I love any kind of pasta. And cookies.”  Eddie: “What kind of cookies?”  Nina: “Chocolate chip, obviously. You?”  Eddie: “Mexican, fajitas specifically, and pretzels.”  Nina: “Starters or Dessert?”  Eddie: [grinning] “Both.” [Nina rolls her eyes, smiling]  Nina: “Favourite movie?”  Eddie: “Evil Dead, or The Muppets Movie.” [Nina raises her eyebrow, Eddie blushes, grinning] “It’s a good movie!” [Nina shakes her head, laughing] “What’s yours?”  Nina: “Oooh, either the Lost Boys or Alien!”  Eddie: [nodding his head] “Impressive. Favourite band?”  Nina: “Oh, too hard, ask an easier question.”  Eddie: “Come on! Give me a top five.”  Nina: “Hmm, okay.” [She shuffles on her legs to get comfy, sitting cross legged face to face with Eddie] “In no order, Fleetwood Mac, obviously, Aerosmith, AC/DC, Black Sabbath, and Joan Jett and the Blackhearts.” [Eddie smiles a wide smile, heart beating loudly in his chest] “That good enough for you?”  Eddie: [smirking] “Sabbath, yes, Aerosmith, no.”  Nina: [mock offence] “How dare you! Steve Tyler is a god!” Eddie: [cheeky] “Aerosmith suck.”  Nina: “They do not!” [looking at Eddie] “Your hair is a bit like Steve Tyler’s, actually.”  Eddie: [sassy] “I resent that.” [Nina rolls her eyes, smiling. Eddie: still sassy, flirty] “I’m gonna make you a tape, get your music back up to scratch.”  Nina: [smirking] “And I resent that you think my music taste isn’t up to scratch.” [Eddie laughs] “You’re going to make me a tape?”  Eddie: [shy] “I mean, I don’t have to, I was just-“  Nina: “No, no, that sounds nice. I’d like that. Your top five?”  Eddie: “Metallica, obviously, Motörhead, Dio, Iron Maiden and Judas Priest.”  Nina: “Favourite book.”  Eddie: [chuckling] “Lord of the Rings, being the nerd that I am.” [scratching his neck, awkward] “I used to love most fantasy books. I don’t tend to read much anymore, to be honest.”  Nina: “How come?”  Eddie: [uncomfortable] “I don’t know really… I just fell out of love with it. I used to read loads a few years ago but after the… accident, I kinda stopped reading.”  Nina: “You should start again. I have some I can lend you.”  Eddie: [hopeful] “Yeah?”  Nina: [smiling] “Yeah. Favourite season?” 

Eddie: “Fall. You?”  Nina: “Summer. I was not made for the cold. But I love Christmas! It’s my favourite time of the year.”  Eddie: “Favourite colour?”  Nina: “Green. Like, forest green, not light green.”  Eddie: [flirty] “Definitely a hippie.”  Nina: “Shut up. Yours?” Eddie: “Mine is black.”  Nina: “Cliche, so obvious.”  Eddie: [copying her, smirking] “Shut up.” 

Nina: “Favourite memory?” 

Eddie: [thoughtful] “Ooh, that’s a hard one. Probably Wayne and I’s first Christmas. He got me my first guitar, I was so happy I cried, it was very lame. Yours?” 

Nina: “Hmm… not sure I’ve had it yet. But if I had to pick, I’d say the surprise birthday party I had when I was ten. My Mom got my friends and I surfing lessons, that’s how I got into surfing.” 

Eddie: (curiously) “Are you close with your mom?” 

Nina: [uncomfortable] “I used to be. Not so much anymore. What about you, you live with your Uncle, right?” 

Eddie: “Yeah, we’re close. He took me in when my Dad was being a piece of shit, he’s like the dad I never had.” [insecure] “Sometimes I worry I’ve let him down.” 

Nina: “Why do you think that?” 

Eddie: (dryly) “Repeating senior year three times and dealing drugs isn’t exactly what I’d call being the perfect son. Or nephew.” 

Nina: (smiling) “You’re doing your best. That’s all anyone can do.” 

Eddie: “Why are you like that?” 

Nina: (confused) “Like what?” 

Eddie: “So… chill. Like nothing phases you.” 

Nina: [shrugging, laughing] “I’ve seen a lot of shit in my time, I’ve just learned to roll with the punches.” [changing the topic, feeling the tension] “Ask me something else.” 

Eddie: [nervous] “First kiss?” 

Nina: [laughing at the memory] “Jacob Kirby, 14 years old, at lunchtime detention.” [smirking] “It certainly livened my day up.” 

Eddie: [trying to hide his jealousy, changing the topic] “What were you in detention for?” 

Nina: [bashful] “Lucy Richardson hit me in the face with a netball so I tripped her over.” 

Eddie: [teasing] “Brutal, you hypocrite, here you are calling me a bully and you were a bigger bully than I am.” 

Nina: [mouth wide, mock offence] “I was not! She had it coming anyways, she was a bitch.” [blushing] “When was your first kiss?” 

Eddie: [embarrassed] “Seven minutes in heaven, Steve’s house party, 17 years old, Diana Roberts. It was hell.” 

Nina: [laughing] “What! How?” 

Eddie: [scratching his neck awkwardly] “I was nervous as fuck. I didn’t know what to do so I shoved my tongue down her throat. Wasn’t a pleasant experience.” 

Nina: [wrinkling her nose, laughing] “Gross. I hope your technique has improved since then.” [Eddie flushes] “First girlfriend?” 

Eddie: [red faced, panicked] “I’ve actually never had one.” 

Nina: [shocked] “Seriously?” 

Eddie: [uncomfortable, shrugging] “Not many people queuing up to date the freak of Hawkins.” 

Nina: “Wow, I find that hard to believe.” 

Eddie: [confused] “What do you mean?” 

Nina: [bluntly] “Well, you’re hot.” [Eddie gulps nervously] “And you’re a catch.” 

Eddie: [awkward] “You think so?” [quietly] “I think you are too. Hot I mean, and a catch.” 

Nina: [coy] “I guess that works out well for me then.” 

Eddie: [oblivious] “What does?” 

Nina: [flirty] “Means I’m at the front of the queue.” [Eddie’s jaw drops, flustered, breathing shallow. Nina panics] “Too far? Sorry, I hope I haven’t made you uncomfortable.” 

Eddie: [coughing] “No, not at all.” [recovering slowly] “It’s nice, I mean, yeah. That’s nice to know. Your first boyfriend?” 

Nina: “Jessie DeLuca. Aged 15, he was in the year above. We had the whole ‘childhood sweethearts’ thing going on.” 

Eddie: [curiosity getting the better of him] “Why did you break up?” 

Nina: [shrugging] “Just grew apart, I guess. We’re still friends though. I am with most of my exes.” 

Eddie: [jealous] “Who else?” 

Nina: “Tommy Edwards and Michael Rhodes. I was with Tommy for two years and Michael for one. I don’t speak to Michael anymore, he moved away, but I still speak- well, spoke- to Tommy occasionally.” [awkward] “I haven’t really spoken to any of them since I moved here.” 

Good, Eddie thought bitterly. 

Eddie: [shyly, embarrassed] “So… what was your first time like?” 

Nina: [oblivious] “First time what?” 

Eddie: [pained] “First… time.” [Nina catches on, smiling, Eddie rushes to explain himself] “You don’t have to tell me if you don’t want to, that was way too personal, I’m so-“ 

Nina: “Don’t apologise, I’m an open book.” [Eddie smiles] “It was nice. It was with my first boyfriend Jessie when I was seventeen, his Mom and Dad were away for the night. It wasn’t planned, it just sort of happened.” [smiling at the memory] “It was awkward, of course, but nice.” [Eddie gulps, trying to hide his jealousy] “I think your first time should always be with someone you care about.” 

Eddie: “Yeah?” 

Nina: [deep in thought] “Yeah. It means more when it’s with someone special.” [Eddie looks at her, love struck, blushing] “What about you?” 

Eddie: [panicked, red in the face] “Oh I uh, I actually haven’t.. done it yet.” [Nina’s mouth parts a little in shock, blinking a few times] “Not for the want of trying, I guess I just never found the right person.” [fiddling with his rings] “It’s embarrassing, really. Don’t tell anyone, please.”  

Nina: [sincere] “I think it’s nice. You should wait until it’s with someone you care about.” 

Eddie: [blushing, looking at Nina intensely] “Yeah?” 

Nina: [also blushing, shying from Eddie’s loving gaze] “Yeah.” 

Eddie: [looking down at his hands, nervous] “How will I know I’ve found the right person?” 

Nina: [thoughtful] “It’ll feel easy. Like two pieces of a puzzle fitting.” [looking at Eddie fondly] “Almost like you’re thinking ‘where have you been all my life, why haven’t we been doing this the whole time?’” [looking away, bashful] “Fireworks, racing heart, butterflies, all that shit, y’know?”

Eddie: [fondly] “Yeah, I know.” 

Eddie looks at Nina, smiling. She finally looks back at him, her heart beating hard in her chest. Her eyes flick between Eddie’s warm brown ones and his soft lips, thinking how badly she wanted to kiss them. 

Eddie notices her looking and can’t help but reciprocate. His palms sweat with nerves; it’s not his first kiss, but it’s the kiss. He looked at Nina’s pillowy lips, thinking how soft they’d be, what she’d taste like; thoughts he thought about every night before bed, but this time the opportunity was in front of him. 

Both Nina and Eddie lean into each other, their faces only a few centimetres apart. Nina looks for any doubt in Eddie’s eyes and finds none. She closes her eyes and leans further in. 

Their lips are barely touching, Eddie inhaling deeply as he prepares himself for his first kiss with Nina. He closes his eyes, waiting for the moment their lips touch. 

Will walks down the stairs into the living room, searching blindly for the light for the kitchen. When the light of the kitchen blinds Nina and Eddie they pull back, embarrassed. 

Will: [awkward, shocked] “Shit, sorry guys, I didn’t mean to interrupt I-“ 

Nina: [rushing off the couch] “It’s okay, Will. What do you need?” 

Will: [mumbled] “I was just going to get a glass of water.” 

Nina: “I’ll get you one.” [Nina walks into the kitchen, red with embarrassment] 

Will mouths an awkward ‘sorry’ to Eddie, who responds with ‘I’m going to kill you’. 

Nina: [handing Will a glass of water] “Here.” 

Will: [yawning] “Thanks.” [walking back up the stairs] “Night guys.” [Nina says a quiet ‘goodnight’] 

Eddie, struggling to find words and still speechless by their almost-kiss before Will’s interruption, waves at Will feebly. 

Nina: [half-heartedly] “Guess we should get some sleep huh?” 

Eddie: [saddened] “Sure.” [smiling at Nina] “Goodnight sweetheart.” 

Nina: [pulling the blanket over the two of them, top and tailed on the couch, smiling sincerely] “Goodnight, Eddie.” 

They turn off the lamp and lie in the dark, both afraid to breathe, until they both fall asleep. 

05:13AM

Eddie: [asleep, sweating, tossing and turning on the couch] “No, please, no.” 

Nina: [stirring from her sleep, tired] “Eddie?” 

Eddie: (desperate, panting) “Stop, please, not again!” 

Nina: [concerned, shifting to gently shake Eddie] “Eddie, wake up, you’re having a bad dream.” 

Eddie: “Please, don’t hurt her, please! Stop!” 

Nina: [shaking him more forcefully] “Eddie! Wake up!” 

Eddie: [now awake, wide eyed and shaking] “Please- wait, what?” [Looking around, startled] “What time is it?” 

Nina: (softly) “Just after 5. You were having a bad dream.” 

Eddie: [rubbing his eyes, exhausted] “Oh.” (Guilty) “I didn’t wake you up, did I?” 

Nina: “It’s okay, don’t worry.” (Concerned) “Are you alright?” 

Eddie: (breathless) “Y-yeah, I think.” (Sadly) “I’m sorry I woke you up.” 

Nina: (softly) “It’s okay, don’t worry. Do you want to talk about it?” 

Eddie: (embarrassed) “No- no thank you.” 

Nina: “Okay.” [Shuffling on the couch, patting her chest] “Come here.” 

Eddie: (red faced, embarrassed) “Wh-what?”

Nina: “Lie here.” [Lifting up the blanket to allow him in] “I’m going to stroke your hair like my Mom used to until you fall back asleep.” 

Eddie: “Really?” (Self conscious) “I’m all sweaty.” 

Nina: “I don’t mind. Come here.” 

Eddie: (struggling) “I- that side is the side with my scars. It hurts to lie on them, sometimes.” 

Nina: (comfortingly) “I can come to you?” [Eddie smiles and nods hopefully. She climbs off the couch and lies down next to Eddie] 

Eddie smiles sleepily and lies beside Nina, head resting on her chest. He exhales a deep shaky breath, but feels soothed when Nina’s nails gently scratch at his scalp and stroke his hair. She draws little circles on his shoulder with her nails and Eddie smiles happily listening to Nina’s heartbeat in his ear. 

Nina: (softly) “Is this okay?”  

Eddie snores softly in response. Nina smiles, pressing a gentle kiss on his forehead, before falling asleep too. 

Next Chapter: Chapter Seven - Songbird

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The Entertainer II - Track 10 - Light Up Inside

Summary: What if it wasn’t the end? What if Sky did actually see Harry at the Forum in the early 80s, and he saw her too? What if fate took hold of them both, and they realized their journey was not over? Set in 1981, Harry and Sky’s story continues with more music, more romance, and a few more twists and turns.

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I wasn’t prepared for the sight before me. Up until then, the nicest hotel I’d ever stayed in was the one in Santa Barbara. But that one didn’t even compare to this room.

The bed, while still a King size, looked enormous to me. The entire wall behind it was covered in flocked burgundy wallpaper, the rose-colored comforter making it look like a massive flower in the center of the room. On top of the bed were two white, plush robes and matching slippers sat at the foot of the bed. And just ahead of me, to the right of the bed, stood an iced bucket with a bottle of champagne.

As I stepped inside, I watched Harry walk to the far wall where he opened the coordinating gold flocked curtains to reveal the most extraordinary view of Los Angeles. Then he removed his suit jacket and laid it on a nearby chair. It was then that I noticed the glorious Christmas tree in the corner, all decorated in colors that coordinated with the room.

“Wow,” I breathed as I walked forward and dropped my clutch on the chair.

“You like it?” he grinned. “Oh, wait! Look here!”

He opened the door to the bathroom and waved for me. I gasped when I saw it.

“A jacuzzi?”

“Yeah. I reckon that’s a bit sexier than the bathtub,” Harry smirked.

I covered my mouth, astonished at the entire gesture. Harry took my waist and pulled me to him, his hands sensually crawling up my back. My entire body suddenly felt both hot and cold at the same time. Fever chills erupted down my arms, and I felt light-headed.

“I had fun tonight,” Harry murmured, his face so close, his breath touched my lips. “But I’m so glad to finally have you to myself.”

His mouth covered mine in a passionate kiss. It was the kind that dropped the floor from underneath my feet and sent my heart soaring. If any kiss ever revealed what he was feeling, it was that one. 

“How about some champagne?” he grinned.

I nodded.

I watched Harry walk around the bed and grab the bottle. Tearing off the foil, he somehow managed to pop the cork with such precision, I knew he had to have done it many times before. Then he took two glasses and filled them, holding one out to me.

“What are we toasting this time?” I asked, taking the glass from him.

Harry shrugged. “Tonight? Christmas? Us.”

“All of that sounds good.”

I lifted my glass and brought it to my lips, the bubbly drink filling my senses. Harry’s gaze was locked on me, and I suddenly felt hot again. Turning away, I walked to the window.

“It’s really beautiful from up here, isn’t it?” I asked.

“Sky…” I heard him say behind me.

“Hmm?”

His arms enfolded me before I even knew he’d walked up behind me. I shut my eyes as I felt his chin on my shoulder.

“Baby…” he murmured in my ear.

“Yes?” I whispered.

“Why do you keep doing this?”

“What am I doing?”

“It’s like…every time I try to take a step forward, you retreat. I don’t understand.”

“I do?”

I heard him sigh before he took the glass of champagne from me, setting in on the nightstand.

“What is this?” he asked. “You walk away from a toast to look out the window? At the party, you just walked off the dance floor after the song I requested. What’s going on?”

I stared at him, unable to speak.

“Look, I know I fucked up. I made a promise to you, and I broke it. And I’m so fucking sorry, Sky. But I was still here. I showed up. I requested that song for us to dance to, but you thought I was ‘making up for something’ like I was buttering you up so you wouldn’t be mad at me. But that’s not what that was at all, and honestly, it hurt me that you thought so.”

I felt like I’d just been punched in the gut.

“Harry…”

“And it’s not just tonight,” he continued, running a hand through his hair. “It’s like…every time I try to be open with you, to let you know how I feel, you back away or change the subject. Or you treat it like it’s a joke.”

“Harry, I had no idea!”

“Didn’t you? What was that ‘Mr. Romantic’ comment for?”

“I didn’t mean that as an insult,” I argued. “I thought it was sweet.”

“Sweet?”

“Yes. You were being sweet and romantic. It wasn’t a joke to me.”

Harry threw up his hands and sat on the bed.

“I just…don’t know how else to show you how I feel about you. But…it’s like I keep hitting a wall.”

Slowly, I walked towards him and stood before him.

“How…how do you feel about me?”

“Jesus, Sky, I thought by now you knew.”

I knelt before him and took his hands, rubbing the backs with my thumbs.

“Tell me,” I demanded.

“Tell you?” Harry scoffed. “I have told you loads of times.”

“No you haven’t.”

Harry chuckled in disbelief. “Singing ‘Endless Love’ to you while we danced wasn’t a giveaway? This room doesn’t convey any message? Jesus, I wrote a fucking song about you, Sky!”

“You did?”

Running a hand down his face, Harry let out an exasperated groan.

“Who the fuck else do you think ‘Drunk on Her’ is about?”

“It’s…about me?” I asked, remembering my conversation with Halo.

“I get lost in her misty blue eyes Just one more way to make me realize She’s all I want, I can’t get enough I’m drunk on her.”

As Harry sang the lyrics to me, I suddenly felt foolish. He had been telling me how he felt all along.

“I can feel myself starting to fall No way I could stop it at all Not sure I’d want to anyway.”

Though it was a fast-tempo rock song, Harry sang the bridge to me like a ballad as he rose from the bed and pulled me up with him.

He held me so close, our lips almost touched while he ran his fingers across my jaw. I licked my lips and bit my bottom one, wanting him so badly to kiss me I could taste it.

“Sky…” he said, tracing my top lip with his thumb. Then he nudged my bottom lip, popping it out from between my teeth.

“Baby…” he murmured as his thumb grazed my bottom lip. “I love you.”

The rush of excitement and relief flooded through my bones, and I nearly cried. A small sound escaped my throat as I looked him in the eyes.

“I love you, too.”

His mouth covered mine instantly, the hunger imminent on his tongue. I kissed him back with fervor as my fingers tangled in his hair.

“I’m so sorry,” he moaned against my lips.

“Don’t apologize,” I breathed.

“It’s just…,” he muttered. “I’m not…very good at saying it. Even though I wanted to say it so many times. I thought I was doing better at showing it.”

I looked at him, his pouty lips wet from my kiss, his eyes telling me how he felt.

“You did show it,” I admitted. “But sometimes…it helps to hear it.”

“Yeah…” he nodded. “Yeah, it does.”

“I love you, Harry.”

The dimples dipping in his cheeks, he beamed at me before kissing me again.

“I love you so much,” he declared in his sexy, breathy voice as he leaned his forehead against mine.

I desperately fumbled with the buttons of his shirt, eager to remove him of all clothing. Assisting me, he unfastened his cuffs and shrugged out of the shirt, tossing it on the floor. As he kicked off his shoes, I stepped out of mine, one stubborn buckle wanting to give me trouble. When Harry’s hands found my waist again, he quickly slid them down my hips and lifted my dress. Then grabbing my thighs, he hoisted me up, my legs swiftly wrapping around him. We laughed when he lost his balance and fell backwards onto the bed.

“Was trying to be sexy,” he smirked. “Reckon I’m outta shape.”

“No you’re not,” I said. “You’re perfect.”

Harry let out a sigh as I kissed his neck. His hands still on my thighs, he slid them up and down my bare skin, his fingers teasing my panty line.

“Fuck, you really do drive me crazy, babe.”

“What do you think you’re doing to me?” I asked.

A low growl rose from his chest as I pressed myself against him. Then he sat up, his eyes heavy with lust, and lifted up my dress. I raised my arms so he could pull it over my head, then he dropped the slinky fabric onto the floor as his eyes caressed my body.

“You’re the one who’s perfect,” he breathed.

His hands slid up my hips to my chest. I closed my eyes as he touched me, his thumbs delicately grazing my nipples. When I felt his mouth on me, I moaned, threading my fingers through his curls.

I threw my head back as he continued to devour my breasts, my insides quivering with desire. Suddenly, Harry surprised me by shifting on the bed.

“I wanna taste you,” he growled, laying me down on the pillow.

I watched in awe as he pushed the robes off the bed and settled himself between my legs. Then he looped his fingers through the sides of my panties and pulled them down, just enough to reveal what he wanted.

His warm breath on me was the first thing to ignite the fire, but when he swiped his tongue, I nearly lost it. My toes curled, and I wasn’t sure how long he planned to tease me like this, but he seemed to be enjoying it.

“Mmm,” I finally heard from him after a few more laps of his tongue.

Panting, I watched him remove my underwear the rest of the way. When he seemed satisfied, he grinned up at me before resuming his tongue exploration.

This time I lifted my legs, happy to be rid of my panties. I closed my eyes, reveling in the sensation. Before I knew it, my legs were trembling and I felt a tightness in my core.

“Oh my God!” I cried out. “Harry!”

I felt him hum against me, triggering the sensation to its peak. I called out his name again as he continued to pleasure me through the orgasm until I finally went still.

Breathing hard, I pushed the hair back from my face. Harry crawled up my body with a cheeky grin.

“Was that nice, my love?” he asked, wiping his chin.

“Nice…doesn’t describe it,” I exhaled. Then I slapped my arm over my eyes. “Holy shit.”

Harry chuckled that sexy low way that always turned me on. Then I felt him kiss my shoulder. I shivered at the contact, my body erupting in goosebumps.

“Fancy a dip in the jacuzzi?” Harry asked.

“Now?” I lowered my arm and looked at him.

“Why not?” he smirked. When I continued to stare at him, he rose from the bed, grabbing our champagne glasses. “We can take these with us, since we haven’t enjoyed them yet.”

I couldn’t resist. Everything he did was endearing. With a smile, I followed him into the bathroom. Just one press of a button brought the jacuzzi to life. Harry removed his pants while I cautiously stepped into the hot water, the sensation reviving the goosebumps on my skin.

“It’s warmer than my pool, I take it,” Harry quipped when I lowered my body into the water, letting it reach my neck.

“Tease me all you want,” I scoffed, my eyes shut. “This is heaven.”

“Hmm, we’ll see about that,” I heard him say before he stepped in beside me. But I grinned when I heard him sigh.

“Told you,” I said, opening my eyes.

“You were right,” he nodded. “Except it’s missing something.”

“What?”

He pulled me to him, his hands pushing the wet ends of my hair from my shoulders.

“This,” he said before kissing me softly.

“Mmm, agreed,” I smiled when our lips separated.

“How about a proper toast now?” asked Harry, reaching for our glasses. Handing me one, he looked me in the eyes. “To you and me. For finally saying what we feel.”

“I’ll drink to that,” I declared, raising my glass.

“I love you, Sky.”

“I love you, too, Harry,” I beamed.

He squeezed my free hand under the water while we took a long sip of our champagne. I was no expert, but I could tell it was the good stuff. The bubbles went to my head faster than the ones in the jacuzzi. Finding one of the jets, I turned and pressed my back against it, letting the pressure relieve some tension. Taking another sip of champagne, I shut my eyes again.

“Why’d you move away from me, babe?”

“It feels good on my back,” I grinned, my eyes still closed.

I heard the water slosh as Harry moved. I thought he was coming to sit beside me, but when I felt my legs move, I opened my eyes. He sat facing me, my legs crossed over his.

“What are you doing?” I asked.

“Now we both have one,” he replied, moving his torso. Then sitting back, he sighed. “Does feel good.”

“Told you,” I said again, raising my glass. “Heaven.”

“Look at you, enjoying the finer things,” Harry chuckled.

“Hey, I never said I didn’t like to be pampered,” I remarked. “I just wouldn’t let myself get used to it, you know?”

“I do know,” Harry nodded. “You’ve always been down to earth.”

“Thanks for noticing.”

“It’s one of the first things that appealed to me. Besides the music, of course.”

“Would you have still liked me if I wasn’t into music?” I inquired, intrigued.

“Hmm,” Harry tilted his head. “Interesting question. I reckon I would have. At least I would have thought you were cute and funny. And still down to earth.”

“Oh okay,” I acknowledge before taking the last gulp of my champagne.

“I can’t imagine I would have fallen in love with you, though,” Harry added.

“No?” Slowly lowering my glass, I looked at him.

“Probably not. I mean…there are certainly other things I like about you. But I’m not sure I would have even spent so much time around you if you weren’t a music fan. Hell, you probably wouldn’t have even come to see my band.”

“Good point,” I commented.

Harry shrugged. “And if you had, you would have just been a tag-along with Halo, and I would have thought of you as just another girl.”

“That’s kind of sad,” I pouted.

“Well, good thing that’s not what happened, then,” Harry jabbed with a smirk.

Setting his glass down on the bathroom floor, he began to run his hands up and down my legs.

“Your love for music has always been a turn-on for me,” he conveyed.

“It has?”

“Of course. Sometimes at those early shows I’d feel myself getting a boner just knowing you were in the audience.”

“Get out!” I squealed, splashing water on him.

Harry giggled. “I’m not exaggerating. I’m surprised you never noticed.”

“Well…” I stammered, feeling myself blushing, “if I had, I doubt I would have thought it was because of me.”

“You still don’t know the effect you had on me, do you?”

Harry continued to caress my legs as his green eyes stared at me. I quickly set my empty glass on the cold floor and cleared my throat.

“So…Harry…”

“Yeah, babe?”

“How were you able to request that song? At the party tonight?”

“What do you mean?”

I caught the way his lips threatened to grow into a smile, like revealing a devilish secret.

“It just magically started playing after you showed up and kissed me. You wouldn’t have had time to ask the deejay to play it.”

His mouth breaking into a grin, his dimples on full display, Harry looked down, then back at me.

“I had a hotel employee go ask him before I went in,” he confessed.

“You did?” I gasped.

“Yeah,” he nodded. “The timing wasn’t planned though. I had no idea when he’d play it. It just…worked out that way.”

Unable to come up with the right words to say, I just stared at him.

“I picked that song,” Harry continued as he traced circles on my knees, “because I wanted you to know it’s how I feel. I mean, yeah, I was trying to be romantic, but…ever since that first night you came over to my place…ah, what the fuck am I trying to say?”

I scooted closer to him then, my legs nearly wrapped around him. I reached out to him, running my hands from his shoulders and down his arms. Then I took his hands in mine.

“I knew I loved you then,” he confessed, his eyes sincere. “Like, I felt it. But I was afraid it was too soon. Then that night when I got on stage with Stargazer, and I saw you in the audience, sat at our little table…God, I wanted to tell you that night so bad.”

“You did?”

“Yeah. I was afraid you’d think it was the adrenaline talking and not me. I was so turned on that night.”

“Yeah, you were,” I grinned.

“I can’t help it, babe,” he admitted, pulling me even closer. “When you’re around I light up inside.”

“That’s how I feel about you,” I said, playing with a curl on his shoulder that was still dry.

“Then last weekend…” Harry’s words trailed off before he laughed and slapped a hand over his forehead. “Oh shit, no wonder.”

“What?”

“I was trying to figure out why you didn’t say much about the new song. I reckoned you were just embarrassed or uncomfortable.”

“Harry, I swear! I didn’t know! I hadn’t been paying too much attention to the lyrics. I was more excited about watching you.”

Harry chuckled. “That explains it then. Kinda bruised my ego a bit, but it’s alright now.”

“I’m sorry. Wait…so…did you actually tell me…that night…after the song…”

Harry nodded. “Yeah, I did. You hadn’t mentioned that either, so I sorta hoped maybe you hadn’t seen me.”

“I did. I just…” I traced a tattoo on his arm. “I thought it couldn’t have been just for me. Because you hadn’t told me yet, and I…oh, damn.”

“We’re a couple of idiots, huh?”

I laughed as I wrapped my arms around his neck. “Not anymore.”

I kissed him then, deeply. He moaned against my mouth as my tongue met his. I ran my fingers down his chest, feeling his core muscles tighten as I reached his stomach.

With a gasp, he released my mouth and ran his tongue down my neck. His fingers tangled in my hair and my nipples came to life when they grazed his chest. I felt his erection grow beneath me as I pressed against him, earning more moans.

“Baby…” he breathed, his eyelids heavy and his pouty lips open.

I kissed him softly then, unable to resist his wet lips.

“Let’s get out now, baby,” I whispered. “I’m feeling rather pruney.”

Harry’s mouth grew into a sexy grin just before his eyes opened.

“Are we continuing this on the bed?” he asked.

“I certainly hope so,” I quipped, rising from the hot water.

Harry slid his hand up my leg before pushing himself up. Then he stepped out of the tub and reached his hand out to me to help me out. Grabbing a towel, he wrapped it around me, then carried me to the bed like he had that night after our dip in his pool.

His lips covered mine with a kind of passion that spoke volumes. I felt his unspoken words down to my toes. When our lips separated, his eyes continued the conversation as he unwrapped me like a present. I opened my legs to him, inviting him with my own silent words. As his eyes burned like dark emeralds, I felt his warm, moist body press against mine.

“I love you,” he said, just before he entered me.

I couldn’t stop looking at him. He was the most beautiful, most wonderful man I’d ever known. And now he was all mine. He loved me, and I loved him.

We’d made love many times before. But this time, it was different. This time I didn’t have to wonder if he’d ever feel the way I did. This time I wasn’t hoping he would say those words. This time…I knew he wouldn’t leave.

As I laid in bliss afterwards, my head on Harry’s chest, I listened to his heart beating in time with mine. It made me smile, a perfect testimony of our love. I felt Harry’s touch on my back, his fingers gently caressing me up and down, easing their way to the curve of my hip.

“I love you so much, Harry,” I said aloud.

His hand stopped its caress while he lifted my chin to look at him. His eyes sparkled with the glow of the Christmas tree lights.

“I love you, too.”

“Thank you for everything tonight,” I told him. “You really are incredibly romantic and…I’m so lucky.”

“I’m the lucky one, Sky,” Harry protested. “To have found you again.”

“Harry…”

Turning onto his side, he pulled me into his arms. He tucked my hair behind my ear, a gentle gesture that always made me feel special.

“I’m so happy, baby,” he added. “So happy that we met again. That you weren’t taken, or that you didn’t scream and tell me to piss off.”

I chuckled as I lifted my hand to his face, my pointer finger running across his stubbled chin.

“I’d have never done that,” I said.

“Well, I didn’t know,” Harry shrugged. “You could have been married for all I knew. Shacked up with some rich bloke. I wouldn’t have blamed you.”

I thought of Alan for a second, quickly dismissing the thought with a groan. I felt Harry’s chest rise and fall as he took a deep breath and let it out.

“I’m so happy you’re in my life again.”

I smiled. “Me too.”

“You’re actually the biggest part of my life now.”

“I am?”

“Of course. I already told you I think about you all the time. You’re everything to me, baby.”

If he had more to say, I didn’t let him finish because I covered his mouth with another deep kiss. I’d never felt this way before. Yes, I had been in love with him long ago, but to know he loved me back was a completely different feeling. It was…intoxicating.

“Harry…” I cried against his lips.

“Yeah, babe?”

“I believe I’m drunk on you, too.”

He chuckled low as he rolled us over

“I’m so glad,” he smirked, his hands traveling down my sides before giving me a drunk kiss once again.

“Need your lovin' here beside me (Shine the light) Need it close enough to guide me (All my life) I've been hopin' you would find me You're the biggest part of me…”

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Ambrosia - The Biggest Part of Me

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A/N: I’m so sorry this took so long I felt really deflated after the last upload as if it wasn’t good enough so I wanted to take my time with this I still don’t feel 100% about it but I didn’t want to keep everyone waiting and with the sad news about jin I wanted to give everyone something to be excited about. No matter what please stay happy and healthy, I will be doing a Christmas special of a few one shots based in this universe, a vminkook scene taking place in this chapter being one of them.

Day Thirty Five

There was a comfortable familiarity with the way you woke up, random pillows thrown around, blankets ranged between bodies.

Taehyung had curled around Namjoons legs, his frame although bigger seemed much smaller in this state, naturally protective over the younger. Jungkook was laying across Yoongi, his hand draped on the elders face as if he had hit him in the night, Hoseok was farther away. Opting to sleep on the couch instead of on the makeshift bed you had all thrown together last night after a spur of the moment decision to watch a horror movie, one you may have slightly regretted after seeing how many times Jin and Hobi cowered at the way the music would twist into something eerie.

You hadn’t missed the absence of Jimin amongst those asleep, it was rare for him to be awake at this hour especially when the sun was barely gracing the morning sky, you could always have laid back down but you knew it would be futile to try to sleep again.

You manoeuvre around the sleeping figures, the light snores notifying you that you hadn’t disturbed them awake in your attempt to seek out

You could see the kitchen was empty and whispering for his attention would be pointless, there was no way he would be able to hear you so you turn on your heels, heading for the stairs.

Your heart skips a little as you see Jimins door open, a dim light on inside. You scrap the idea to disturb him the second you notice him leaning against the wall, his gaze fixed on the outside, the window in his room that usually stayed shut in fear of bugs had been opened. He had forgone a shirt and donned only pair of grey sweatpants that clung to his dainty waist.

You wanted to ask what he was doing awake so early but for a few more seconds you decide to let yourself enjoy the view similar to how he was.

You could feel the light breeze whisk around your legs, sending a shiver down your spine. Your shuffled footsteps alert Jimin to your presence.

“Are you having fun watching me?” He smirks, pulling to window closed an action of which you was silently thankful for.

You walk towards him tiptoeing across the room, his arms wrap around your waist as yours do his neck. You mumble a small “yes”, his body much warmer than yours.

Swallowing, you press your forehead against his, wanting to be close to him. He welcomes the sudden contact sensing you needed comfort. “What’s wrong with you today hmm?” He asks, his tone soft.

You squeeze your arms around him tighter, forbidding him to move. “Missed you.” You barely breathe the words before his lips are resting against yours, the usual dominance that dances across his mouth is gone, an endearing vulnerability splayed for you to see. You feel your lungs clawing for some oxygen but you ignore it, allowing the kiss to consume you.

The whine that falls from your lips when he pulls away isn’t cute, It’s desperate. “Needy for me baby?” Jimin asks, a hand lazily running up and down your side, encouraging the goose bumps beginning to form across your skin. You revel in the way he skims your hip with his finger, hastily dipping it beneath the thin waistband of your shorts.”

“Don’t tease me minnie.” You halfheartedly beg, a daring tone to your voice. Deciding to play the damsel in distress. “Whatever will I do.”

“You’ll do whatever I say little mouse.” Jimin instructs. You nod, unable to do anything else against his intimidating form.

Your eyes glaze over as he leans down to place his lips against yours, the softness he held earlier was gone, replaced with something much more feisty. His free hand tightens around your throat, not enough to restrict your oxygen but enough to remind you of his power.

As he steps away, your eyes flutter open weakly, a quiet whimper making its way to the surface as you reach out to pull him back, his hands wrapping around your wrists forcing you to stop. “Shorts off, on your knees.” His command is direct, you knew you had a choice wether it was vocalised or not but in this moment you wanted him. You wanted to drink in the pleasure he would give you, because, despite your orgasms the night before you was still desperate, the throb between your legs an undeniable sign of just that.

Even though things had been resolved you still wanted to earn your own, so you follow his command but not before making a comment that you knew would push him.. “You’re so mean… Hoseok would have had me cumming by now but then again…you always did like teasing me.”

You see the way his back stiffens at your comment and for a moment you regret it, that is until he turns around. A deceiving smile plastered across his face, you take note of the pen in his hand. Was this his prompt?

His hand caresses your head, his fingers lightly tugging at your hair. The hight difference between you noticeable now you’re on your knees. “Care to repeat that?”

You knew you shouldn’t but you couldn’t help it. “I said that Hosoek would have made me cum already.” His grip tights unexpectedly you stutter the next works, your confident facade cracking at his touch. “T-that you l-like to tease me.”

He lets out a amused laugh, the sound blissful but dark enough to make you want to grind against the floor in want.

He maps the side of your face with a finger; his actions slower than you’d like, He directs his digit along your cheekbone, his thumb replacing it as he pushes down against the parting of your lips, naturally you accept the way his thumb slips between them. Your lips tightening around, not entirely sucking it but swirling your tongue around it enough to earn an almost nonexistent moan from him.

“Maybe you’re too cock hungry to think straight so I’ll let that comment go for now, lay down on my bed, keep your hands at your side and face the ceiling. If you so much as move an inch I’ll punish you until you can’t walk straight for a month.” He lilts, his fingers dropping from your mouth.

Head swimming with filthy thoughts you carry out your given tasks, falling back onto the bed, the messy blankets acting as a safety mat.

Every shift of his movements keep you alert, your ears trying to hear all the things you cannot see. His command of you staring up at the ceiling unable to move proving more difficult as his body dips into the bed beside you, the desire to see him almost overtaking any rationality of punishment that you could earn from doing so.

His sweatpants had been discarded, his grey boxers acting as the only barrier between your body and his, the pen he had been earlier had been uncapped, the black marker swirling between his fingers as he leans over you. “You’re so beautiful, how about we write some pretty words over you huh? Leave you something a little more permanent to help you remember the way I make you feel.”

The ability to formulate sentences becomes unattainable in that moment, you’d agree to whatever he said as long as it meant he would touch you. “Write whatever.” You can’t help but focus on the way his knee presses between your legs, providing you with just enough friction to keep you on the edge, not enough to make you cum but enough to make you desperately want to rut against him yearning for something more.

The pen feels faint against your skin, the back of his hand brushing over your nipple as he decorates your form, the only attention he gives you comes in the form of a sharp look when you attempted to shift a little hoping to relieve some of the pressure building within you.

You bite down on your lip hoping to muffle the groan stuck in your throat as he leans in towards your ear, his lips brushing against the sensitive skin of your neck as the marker swirls around your collarbone his breath hot as he whispers a single warning “Stop moving before I tie you up in a way that leaves you completely spread and helpless.”

No matter how much you try to see what he draws across your skin you can’t, completely unaware of whatever had been etched into you as he pulled back, capping the marker before throwing it in some unknown direction, you didn’t care much. Not now his attention was returned to you in full.

“Now was that so hard little mouse?” He taunts his voice holding a level of sympathy that could only be seen as fake.

“Yes minie.” You whine, your hands automatically reaching out to pull him closer.

He doesn’t complain, instead letting his lips drag across your nipple before licking it. You feel your body shiver beneath him, something he chuckles at. “So needy for me baby but so good and patient, let’s take care of you now. Spread your legs for me.”

You don’t think twice, you drop your legs open.

“Tell me what you want.” He sighs, running a finger over your hip.

Your words are breathless, light. “You, I want you.”

His voice is soothing, the trail he draws with his fingers following suit. “What part of me do you want?”

“Fingers.” The words sounded blunt but you couldn’t help it, the drive to be touched taking priority in your mind.

Hearing your wanton need, something inside Jimin snaps. He nods once before he teases his fingers at your entrance, heat consuming you as he keeps his eyes on your face to watch your expression shift and change when starts to move his fingers in and out of your pussy, his thumb drawing around your clit.

His breath is heavy as you let out soft moans, your hands gripping around his bicep involuntarily, something that helps ground you even if you are lost in indescribable pleasure.

You pull him closer to you, his tongue lazily parting your lips as he sucks at them, his teeth grazing them dangerously. “Jimin.” You moan against him, grinding yourself down on his fingers.

His praises echo through you, a smile tugging at your lips knowing you’re pleasing him so much. “Such a good girl for me letting me use you like this.”

“Mo-more please more Ji-.” You barely get the words out before he lets out a rough growl, flipping you over with rough hands, your face becoming buried in that of his white sheets.

“You are welcome to cum if you want to but I will not stop until I finish, understand?” He smacks your ass hard enough to make you jump, the light burning only encouraging your already overwhelming arousal.

“I understand.” You confirm. Your hand reaching back, he seems to understand and laces his fingers in with your own.

Your vulnerability in this position doesn’t go amiss, although it’s one you had been in multiple times it made you feel different, exposed.

Almost as if he senses your feelings he leans down, pressing his mouth against your ear whispering “Colour?”

“Green?” You respond but it sounds more like a question, something he too notices.

“Look at me.” His voice is soft but still holds a sense of power, you turn your body enough to be able to see him, his eyes searching across your face for something.

“What’s wrong?” You ask coyly although you knew exactly why he had paused.

“I need you to be very sure that you want to continue this right now, if you have any worries or doubts we will stop. I never want you to do something you are not comfortable with.” He explains running a carful finger over your cheek, making you blush.

You’re thankful for the breather and the chance to think but the way your body still craves his touch and waiting seems impossible, you turn back around, resuming your position. “I want this.” You giggle, wiggling you ass in the air.

“Fuck you’re amazing.” He presses a kiss to your ass cheek before pulling your hips closer to him, you can feel his pants had been removed as his cock bumps against your thigh. “Are you ready baby girl?”

“Ready.” You wiggle your ass at him a second time, “hurry.”

You feel yourself gasping for breath as the lube Jimin had surprised you with ran over your cunt, the coldness to it making you both wince and whine. “Cold.” You murmur.

“Want me to make it better?” He aligns himself with your enter act, the tip of his cock rubbing against your lips.

“Mm’ please.” You reach back, his fingers once again interlocking with yours as he presses himself inside of you.

He wastes no time pacing his thrusts, each one of them tougher than the last. The only sounds being made from your bodies moving together . Jimins hands shake even as he wrapped them up in the strands of your hair forcing your head back as he pounds your pussy.

Only soft groans and grunts passing by Jimins lips as he savors how good your cunt feels around his cock, his noises sounding strangled as his pace picks up. Your legs grow weaker as he fucks into you, your own orgasm building.

“God - right - fuck.” Your head arches back in synch with his hand as you move your hips, matching his thrusts. He slows for a second before fucking you forward deep and hard with each stroke. Each time, making you gasp for air as your hand fists the sheets.

“S’good, such a good doll for me” Jimin manages, releasing his hold on your hair, choosing to land a few spanks against the skin of your ass. The pain being pleasant.

“Your doll.” You moan out, trying to hold on, hoping to pleasure Jimin first, but that coil in your gut is already threatening to snap making it hard to do so.

Overwhelmed is starting not to be a strong enough word to describe how the man makes you feel as he grows confident in the way he fucks. His thrusts becoming erratic, harder, faster. You feel his nails digging into your hips, marks beginning to form but you pay them no mind, focusing on throwing your ass back on him.

“Gon’ cum minie.” You babble, your head flopping itself back as your orgasms tears through you like an electric shock, you don’t even have time to come down before his cock resumes its abusive thrusts against your sensitive spot. You lay there unable to move feeling tears draining your face, jimin becoming uncoordinated as he chases his own pleasure, unaware of the blissful way you feel fucked out, your protests going unheard as he continues to slam into you.

“Want me to cum in you?” He asks his Hips stuttering.

“Whatever you want.” You moan breathlessly, your eyes rolling back, overstimulation setting your senses on fire.

You feel the moment he cums, the warmest flooding inside of you, his body going slump against your back, both of you collapsing together, as the room becomes quiet apart from the heaving breaths you both let out.

“So fucking perfect for me.” He breaths against your back, kisses being placed across your most likely sweaty skin.

“Love you minie.” You whisper, your fingers still entwined.

“I love you too. Although you may want to take a look in the mirror.” He rolls off of you, allowing you the freedom to move.

You groan. “What did you write on me?”

“Words.” He quirks a brow, letting out a tired chuckle.

“My legs aren’t working enough for me to check, tell me?” You ask turning into his body.

His pulls the sheets over you, his fingers twirling around your nipples, not in a provocative way but in a way that’s soothing. “I wrote my name on your hip, doll across your left boob, and pretty little slut across your stomach. Isn’t that lovely of me?” He kisses your forehead.

“Very lovely.” You agree, your voice smaller as you feel your eyelids growing heavy.

“And what do we say when someone does something nice?”

“nkyou minie.” You barely hear the words, allowing sleep to take over just for a few moment you promise yourself.

—

“Baby?” A whisper wakes you up, a light shaking both disturbing and soothing.

“mmm?” You slur, pretty sure you had began drooling but too tired to care.

“We need to get you cleaned up it’s midday already, you haven’t ate have you?” You let your eyes flutter open, despite the deep routed desire you have to keep them firmly shut, the dream you was basking in just a border away.

“No food.” You sigh, shaking your head against Jimins now clothed chest.

“I ran you a bath, want me to carry you?” His voice is delicate, calm.

“You did break my legs so that’s the least you could do.” You giggle wrapping your arms around his neck as he secures his underneath your frame. The blanket you had wrapped around you keeping you covered.

“Didn’t hear you complaining, I’m pretty sure everyone heard you rather enjoying yourself.” You bury your head into the crook of his neck, desperate to conceal the flush of crimson covering your cheeks.

“Oh god did they really?”

“Yoongi Hyung did. He asked if you wanted him to come wake you up but I thought I’d be selfish and steal a few more minuets with you.” He kisses the back of your head as he places you on the heated floors of your bathroom, the bath already filled with bubbles, the scent of the vanilla candles, Jimins choice no doubt, set a relaxing state.

“You’re very much a gentlemen arent you Mr Park?” You tease.

“Aren’t I always?” He winks, his eyes disappear as he smiles. “I’ll be downstairs, want me to ask Jin Hyung to make you something?” He asks, his hand hovering over the door handle.

“No don’t bother him, tell Yoongi he can come up if he wants too.” You wave him off, dropping the blanket.

“If you wanted a round two you should have asked.” He chides back, his plump lips twisting into something that could be considered as sinister grin to someone who didn’t know the man.

“Shut up!” You shout, shooing him away.

The water provides you with some much needed muscle relaxant, you don’t miss the scent of the bath salts that Taehyung had shown you a few days ago, he must have added them. He probably knew of your escapade with Jimin this morning. You made a mental note to ask him for a massage, his hands always knew what to do in more ways then one and after all the embarrassing comments that were sure to be made from your house mates you deemed that you had earned it.

You had barely finished washing yourself as a soft knock at the door alerted you that you wasn’t alone.

“Come in!” You shout, much louder than necessary.

You turn your head, watching the man saunter in, a black long sleeve rolled up around his arms. He still looked delectable even if he only donned house wear.

The doctor makes no effort to hide his happiness at having alone time with you, as much as he loved the other members in the house he was always thankful to garner some one on one time with you.

“Hey sweetheart, rough morning?” He quirks an eyebrow suggestively as he perches on the edge of the bathtub.

You groan playfully, splashing him with water. “Don’t start.”

“I wasn’t planning to but keep up that attitude and we can change that.” He sounds unbothered, his fingers scaling the side of your leg within the water.

You hum, unable to come up with a sufficient reply.

“Are you okay? I know this week has been a little more stressful than any of us anticipated.” He muses, his voice baritone.

You mull the question over for a second, your hands creating small waves in the tub. “I guess so, it was a lot but I feel better not. I want things to go back to normal.”

“Do you ever wish you didn’t come here?” He asks, his eyes fixated on you, his hand half heartedly massaging your knee.

“No” you respond instantly. “I don’t ever wish that but sometimes I wish it was just us, no cameras, no competition, no worries or work. As unrealistic as that sounds sometimes i think that would be so easy.” You digress the random thought you was withholding. In all honest you couldn’t say you hadn’t thought about it, hadn’t thought about the numerous outcomes of your situation. You had wondered if you’d be okay with someone else being in your position and from the way your stomach twisted with unease you knew you wasn’t.

Although it would be easier if you didn’t have to chose who to vote off every week but then again maybe that was your own desires being somewhat self absorbent.

“I’m glad you don’t. I think the same sometimes, I wish we could all go on being an unending gay happy family.” He claps in the air making you laugh. “But unfortunately we have lives outside of here. I do hope we can all maintain this, what we have built between us.”

“You mean the sex or the emotions.” You ask basking in the momentum of the moment.

He rolls his eyes playfully slapping a hand over his heart. “How could you ever think so lowly of me.”

You laugh with him for a minute before the room falls to silence, the water no longer warm but you don’t want to disturb this moment. It’s rare you get such privacy with the guys. “Do you remover our talk in the first week? You said you was lonely, that you couldn’t decide if you still felt that way even though you had us all here.”

He nods, the cogs of his brain turning. “I think back then it was very new, a new place filled with 7 other individuals who vary from one another in the best way and somehow we all make it work. That loneliness I felt because of my career; was something I may have indulged myself in and being here changed that for me. It allowed me to have a different perspective on the way I viewed life as a whole. I don’t feel lonely anymore.”

You appreciate the way he answers things with so much emotion and consideration, every word still as meaningful as the day you had first spoke about this topic. “I used to feel out of place sometimes, in the beginning I worried so much about hurting one of you, about loosing one of you because of my decisions and I worried for a while it would stop me being able to really enjoy my time here but I don’t feel like that any more. As much as I wish it was just us 8 and maybe Sejin outside, I don’t even notice the cameras anymore, voting people out isn’t easy but I don’t feel that fear anymore. I know we will be okay.” You tack on the last comment, unsure wether it was said to reassure him or you.

“You’re beautiful.” He responds simply, his hand coming to brush away a stray strand of hair that had worked its way onto your forehead. “Your mind is too.”

“Why Thankyou Doctor Min.” You admire the way his eye holds a rare sparkle to them.

Both you and yoongi keep the conversation going for another 10 minuets, the conversation more serious than usual but still playful enough that you managed to laugh.

“Do you want something for lunch? I don’t mind cooking.” He stands, holding a towel to you as you step out of the Luke warm water.

You nod your head, the hunger pangs in your stomach no longer deniable. He seems please with it, earning yourself a shy smile from him accompanied with a soft kiss to your hand as he leaves the room, allowing you privacy. You dress quickly. It’s not like anyone watched the show for your fashion sense.

The living room floor is mostly clear of the blankets that coated it just a few hours ago, Tae and Jungkook sat fussing in front of the tv, discussing something about Jungkooks latest stream. You considered heading over there before noticing Joon slumped in his chair, the signs of tiredness written across his face.

“How’s it going?” You ask leaning into his ear, his shoulder tense under your palms for a moment before going slack. “You look stressed.”

“I guess you could label it as that.” The academic puffs out his cheeks letting a deep breath out hidden by a forced chuckle. “It’s difficult but I think I’m finally making some progress.”

“You’re very smart daddy.” You coo playfully, his upper body once again stiffens but this time you can sense the surprise. “Fuck I want to kiss you.” He breathes leaning his head back against your chest. “Then kiss me.” You resolve.

He twists his body around, ignorant of the others, planting a delicate but meaningful kiss against you. You grin, leaning down to nudge him slightly to the side with your nose, giving you a better angle to leave a trail of light kisses from the corner of his mouth to the base of his neck. “Behave love, I won’t ever get this finished if you distract me.”

“But daddy.” A pregnant pause. “I think the others were enjoying the show”

You try not to giggle as Namjoon peeks from his closed eyes, Hoseok and Jin had paused there conversation that was taking place across the table to watch whatever moment you were both sharing, Yoongi sharing his attention between the eggs in the pan and the sight of you both.

“Oh.” He huffs running a shy hand over his face. “Sorry.” He murmurs meekly placing a final kiss to your ear before he turns his attention back to his laptop.

“Take it to the bedroom..don’t taint my table! People eat here, think of the children.” Jin scolds.

“What children?” Jungkook intervenes cheerily, taking a place at the counter to watch Yoongi cook similar to how you had.

Jin doesn’t respond, instead directing a look of exasperation towards you.

“Y/N was going to fuck joonie at the table.” Hoseok laughs, the academic slumping further in his seat as if he wished to disappear.

“Hoseok don’t.” You punish him by throwing a piece of bread towards him.

Unfortunately you miss but it doesn’t stop Taehyung laughing at the scene, “Hyung you call us the children.” He whines at Jin who shakes his head in response, clearly fed up. “You are all a bunch of brats.” The older man resigns, throwing his hands in the air before letting them hit the table dramatically.

You can’t help but grin as the afternoon shenanigans unfold, the youngest gentleman trying to catch the elders attention by prodding him with a wooden spatula. You lean back on the counter as yoongi plates the eggs for you, his face remaining straight despite Jungkooks continuous harassment.

“Poke me one more time and I’ll use that spatula in ways it shouldn’t be used.” Yoongi announces proudly. You choke on air, the egg in your mouth threatens to make a reappearance as you try to stifle your laughs. The other members had given up their conversation in favour of joining in with the excitement.

Jin stands up, his chair nearly falling back in the process as he rushes to the kitchen where yoongi remains threatening Jungkook with a wooden item. “What is it with you heathens and disrespecting the things we use to nourish ourselves. Min Yoongi you put that spatula down right now before I do something sinful to your laptop.” He scolds the younger.

“Oh Hyung save me.” Jungkook shouts halfheartedly trying to jump into Jins arms.

“Now look at what you’ve started.” Yoongi rolls his eyes dropping the spatula into the sink as it clatters against the dirty pan. “I hope you’re happy holding him all day.”

“Jungkook get down.”

The younger pouts. “Tell Hyung to stop threatening me.”

“It wasn’t that threatening.” Jimin chuckles, his tongue sticking out at jungkook.

“Don’t get involved.” Taehyung laughs, nudging Jimins shoulder. The younger slipping into Jimins lap as they take a seat at the table.

Jin warns. “Jungkook either get down or I’ll drop you.”.

“Drop me and I’ll never have sex with you again.” You can’t miss the way the eldest goes bright red at the unexpected threat, one that you definitely knew to be empty.

“I can’t finish these does anyone want the rest?” You ask holding the plate of eggs in the air, as much as you loved the way Yoongi cooked he had a tendency to make enough to feed a small village.

“Me.” Jungkook shouts, throwing himself from the therapists arms as he rushes against taehyung to get to the plate.

You help wash up the dishes created through the breakfast you had missed due to the late morning with Jimin. Everyone had dispersed to do their own things so you found yourself abandoning the kitchen in favour of taking a seat on the couch, a coffee in hand as you settled with a book Namjoon had recommended you. You don’t get to read too far into it as a figure distracts you, his presence demanding all of your attentions

“Hey pup.” You smile down at the brown eyes boy, discarding your book the the side. You make note of the collar adorning his neck. “Does minie know you have that on?” You question, cocking your head to the side.

Taehyung hides his faces further into the blanket you had draped across your frame. “Pup I asked you something.” You keep your tone firm, Indulging him in his clear desire to play. He shakes his head, confirming the answer you had thought to yourself.

“Hmm I think we should go and tell him then shouldn’t we?” You hide the smile that tugs at your lips when he whines in disagreement.

It hadn’t been explicitly said that Taehyung couldn’t have the collar when he wanted but from the first time you had played with Taehyung in this head space he had asked Jimins permission and although you was sure he wouldn’t be too bothered it was always a little fun to tease the younger.

“I’m going to get him, you wait on your knees like a good pet okay? You ruffle his hair lightly, you don’t wait for him to carry out the instructions you provided but the shuffling alerts you he has completed them.

Jimins door was open but you still knocked against it, not wanting to accidentally bother something important. “Something wrong?” He extends a hand to you, his eyebrows raised in questioning

“Not really.” You walk into his room a little further lacing your fingers in his. “Tae came to me just now wearing his collar, he’s in pup space at the moment. I asked him if he had your permission.” His brows knit together, shaking his head.

“I did not. I told him last week he needed my permission.” He throws his phone on the pillow before standing up, whirling you around. “Looks like I have a pup to punish.” He grins sadistically and you almost feel bad for the unsuspecting Taehyung.

You feel the excitement tainting the air within the room, your eyes watching Jimin as he sees the younger man on his knees. The collar now on the floor in front of him. You slide down onto the couch, choosing to observe for the moment although not alone as Jungkook joins beside you.

“Taehyung, you directly disobeyed the rule I gave you last week by wearing your collar without my permission. How did you even get it I keep it in my room?” Jimin interrogates the boy, pulling lightly on his hair when he receives no response after a few seconds.

You’re surprised as Jungkooks body deflated, his voice barely above a whisper. “I took it.”

Taehyung looked up through the curtains his hair created, jimins gaze flicking between the two. “Then shouldn’t you be on your knees too?” There’s no room for argument in the Doms voice, not that anyone would be dumb enough to disobey him in this setting. The sight of seeing the youngest gentlemen on their knees in front of you completely exhilarating.

“m sorry.” Taehyung whines.

“Look at me.” Jimins voice is commanding, enticing, both men look up, one more sheepish than the other. “You’ve both misbehaved, bad boys get punished don’t they?” The question doesn’t need an answer, they all know that.

“I want both of you kneeling at the end of my bed, I’ll be there in 5 minuets. Don’t you dare think about moving or talking to one another.” Jimin turns before either make can argue, both of them scurrying up the stairs. Taehyung swiping the collar and taking it with him.

“Are you going to come?” He turns to you, a hand lifting your chin. You shake your head, “I’ll be here after if any of them want a cuddle.”

He chuckled lowly before kissing you, soon enough it was once again just you in the room. You knew most of the content like this would be cut, you sitting there reading wouldn’t make for much television but you didn’t mind. One thing you had learnt to do here was enjoy the moments of solitude, the moments where you had no expectations and could just breathe.

The sound of footsteps behind you pulled you from becoming too enveloped in your own mind.

You relaxed as his hands come to your shoulders, although it wasn’t the same as Taehyung professional technique it was still relaxing. “Hey dove did I scare you?”

“No.” You breathe, pulling him to sit by your side as you laid your head on his shoulder. “Today was fun.”

“It was indeed.” Hoseok breathed against you, his fingers brushing past the skin of your forearm. “There’s something I would like to discuss with you.”

You nibble your bottom lip. “What’s that?”

“I have been thinking about this for a while, I’d like you to tell me if something I say during this conversation makes you feel uncomfortable.” He gives you a nod as you playfully whisper the words “Yes Sir.”

“You know how important trust is between a dominant and a submissive, don’t you?” He questions.

You nod your head, of course you did, anyone with any understanding of the concept would know that.

“Great.” His fingers had began drawing a pattern over your arm, small delicate circles as if he was hoping to comfort you. “There is a level of dominance that can occur both inside and outside of the bedroom, it isn’t limited to sexual acts or intercourse. After the situation between myself and Jimin I think it could be good for us to once again establish that trust even if it only continues until I should need to complete my next prompt.”

You swallow,, “So what are you suggesting?”

“I’m saying that I think it would be a good time for us to explore dominance outside of the bedroom.” He smiles placidly.

You pause for a moment, not wanting to blurt out something wrong. “So you would be in control outside of the bedroom?”

Hoseok hums. “Only with the boundaries you are comfortable with, just because I’m a dominant it doesn’t mean you don’t have a say. Your comfort is the most important thing.”

“What would it entail? Wouldn’t it conflict with the other members. I wouldn’t want anyone to think I’m playing favourites. I wouldn’t even know where to start in the bedroom it’s easy it comes naturally.” You hear your voice becoming more stressed but it doesn’t stop your ongoing panicked rant.

He turns his body to cup your face keeping you centred on him “Everything is going to be fine, no one will think you’re playing favourites I already spoke with them about it just in case any of them had any qualms.” his tone holds a comforting promise that you chose to relax in. You let yourself be held by him for a moment appreciating the security he provides.

You pull away, shaking your head. “I’m sorry I didn’t mean to I just-” 

“I know,” the dominant cuts you off preventing you from letting anymore pointless apologies leave your mouth. “Like I said, your comfort is important are you okay to continue the conversation?”

“Yes sir.” You force a laugh hoping to lighten the air “You promise it’s okay?” 

“Such a good girl.” He smiles at the blush on your face, your thighs pressing together because of the praise. “I promise,” he replied without a second thought.

“How would it work, I don’t think I’d like to give up complete control, would you be okay with that?” You rush. “I know it’s not the level of professionalism in a submissive you’re used to but this is still something new to me.” You huff a faint pout to your lips.

“I’d like to believe that I’m somewhat of a decent dominant, and an important component of that is putting my submissive first.” His thumb started drawing circles on the back of your hand. “And it just happens that you are not only my sub, but also my friend so when I tell you I’m okay with whatever boundaries you set I mean it. Don’t question that.”

“Sorry Hobi.” You reside, he was right, he was Hoseok, you didn’t have to worry.

The elder man grinned gingerly, his head coming to rest against yours. “Non sexual dominance isn’t just one thing, it could be me helping take the pressure off you through difficult days, you could even decide when it happens or we could decide a day of the week.” He pulls away to observing your reaction, you give him an encouraging nod before he resumes to his place and continues.” It could be so much as me deciding when and what you eat, what you wear, giving you tasks throughout the day.”

“I wouldn’t have to decide or worry about anything?” His offer definitely sounded enticing, sex is a great way to deal with stress but having another outlet wouldn’t hurt.

He sits forward eagerly. “I would decide whatever I feel comfortable with.”

You appreciated hobi for thinking about it. He was always so thoughtful and that made you love him in his own sense. “Then I’d like to try it.”

Hoseoks hand tightens on yours briefly at your agreement and relaxes again before sipping to rest on your thigh. “Is there anything in particular that you have difficulty with?”

You’re hyperaware of the weight of his limb upon yours, the urge to nudge his hand further up your thigh becoming difficult to ward off but nevertheless you focus your attention, he asked you a question and you knew better than to ignore the dominant. “The day before eliminations I’m always most stressed, I have a lot of trouble trying to focus or enjoy myself, I think on those days having you decide things for me like what I wear or what I eat could be helpful, it could be calming to have you take control on those days.” You smile proudly, your honesty outstanding you.

“That’s good dove you did so good.” He mulls it over. “I think we could possibly create a schedule for you on that day, nothing too restrictive just being mindful should someone else need to fulfill their prompt. Maybe a set time for you to sleep and eat. I’ll be the one to wake you up and chose what you wear, if you’d like snacks through the day you could ask permission, along with me providing you with tasks to complete through the day. I see you’ve been reading.” He gestures to the book on your side. “It could be so much as me deciding a time for you to read, to help you remember to relax your mind.” He observes your reaction, one that was intently focused on him, before giving your thigh a reassuring squeeze. “How does that sound?”

“It sounds good.” In all honest your mind was a little blank, you’d never let someone take control of your life in that sense. As much as it was appealing you couldn’t ignore the feeling of unease tinkering in your stomach. “Hobi?”

“Dove.” He responded, calm, unhurried, as if he had all the time in the world to listen to you.

“It’s nerve wracking to give so much control up.” You admit.

He doesn’t seem surprised. “How about we just try it this weekend, if anything doesn’t feel good you can tell me and we will stop immediately. Remember even in times where we are engaging in power play you still have the right to revoke your consent at any moment.”

Although you nodded it took you a moment to find your voice. “Thank you.”

“For?” He encourages.

“For being you, for taking care of me.” You slump against him.

“I’ll always try my best to take care of you, I may make mistakes but I care about you, all of you.” You could hear the smile in his voice.

You wanted to respond but the sound of whines and giggles catch your attention, Taehyung and Jungkook come tumbling into the room, both of them breathing heavily and wearing significantly less than they had been previously. The collar Tae had been adorning around his neck no longer there, a sign Jimin had taken it.

“Y/N catch me!” Jungkook shouts, throwing himself over the couch, his body making an audible thud against the cushions. “Taehyung is scary when he is mad.”

“And why is pup mad?” You interject with a giggle of your own.

“I can’t tell you.” His lips curl up, his bunny smile and doe eyes tugging gently at your heart. “It’s a secret.”

“He’s an asshole.” Taehyung huffs falling beside Hoseok who turns to look at you in bemusement, the prior seriousness of his form gone, his shoulders slack.

It never fails to impress you the way he fluctuates between his dominant persona to that of his regular self. The soft side of him enabling the maknaes as he teases them. “Don’t be mad taehyungie, I’m sure if Jimin wasn’t sufficient I could be.”

“You wish.” Jimin throws him a smirk as he enters the room. “You okay?” He gestures to you. You nod giving him a smile before he turns on his heels, heading towards the kitchen. “He is so annoying.” Hoseok laughs sheepishly.

It would be a lie to say you wasn’t happier to see them on better terms with one another, their previous hostility almost non existent.

“Anyone wanna play a game?” Taehyung bubbles up, perching himself on his knees.

“Sure.” You agree, nothing better to do. “What do you want to play?”

“I’ll go ask the others and then we can pick a game, I miss everyone being together.” The youngest shakes his head further into your lap.

“We are together every day kookie.” You soothe, running a hand over his eyebrow. “Still.” He grumbles. You playfully roll your eyes at his excessive pout. “Go and ask them, I’m sure they would agree.” You encourage.

“I’ll be right back.” He announces victoriously.

—

The day had ended much faster than it had began, the consecutive board games and risky follow up of twister keeping the day seemingly short. The only one who opted out of playing was Jin who had explained he needed to work, it wasn’t something Jungkook was happy about but he perked up after winning monopoly, claiming himself the champion after bankrupting Jimin who, admittedly, threw a very entertaining tantrum claiming Jungkook had cheated.

The moment you climbed into your bed you felt yourself go lax, although you wasn’t ready to sleep so you found yourself sneaking back down to the kitchen. Hoping to find something to satiate your need for a midnight, or in your case 2am, snack.

The noise you was was inhumane at the sight of Yoongi hunched over the table, his attention drawing from his laptop to you as you try to calm your racing heart.

“I didn’t mean to startle you.” He hushes, coming to embrace you. “Is okay.” You mumble against him, the smell of his shampoo always providing you with solace.

“You couldn’t sleep?” You gesture towards his laptop. He shakes his head letting out a breath against your head. “I’m guessing you couldn’t either?”

“Nope.” You emphasise the p.

“I could definitely help make you tired.” He teases. A hand brushing over your boob. The cold air of the night keeping your nipples hard.

“Yoongi.” You moan, twisting to alight your face with his, pressing a kiss against him, soft moans being engulfed by his mouth as he thumbs your nipple under your shirt.

“Counter.” He instructs and you rush over, letting him lift you upon it.

“Jin won’t be happy.” You giggle throwing your shirt over your head.

“Fuck it.” He sighs kissing your neck sloppily, desperately. “I’ll let him fuck me and he will forget about it.

You choke on your breath at his obscene revelation. “Can I watch?” You giggle, letting your hand fall to palm the semi hard member converted by his sweatpants.

“Only if you cum on my cock.” He takes your nipple into his mouth, grazing his teeth over it making you shudder.

You fist his hair, pulling a little rougher than usual. “Fuck me then.” You plead.

He pulls away searching to find your mouth. “Desperate tonight are you kitten?”

“Yoons please.” You beg, his cock hard beneath your hand.

“Tell me what you want baby.” He squeezes your thighs pressing them apart as he runs circles on your clit. “Be a good girl and use your words for me.”

Instinctively, you grind against his hand “Wan’ your cock.”

“Bend over.” He steps back helping you jump down from the slightly cold counter. You turn around, leaning over, spreading your legs for him. “Hurry.” You moan. Hands reaching back to search for him.

“Are you demanding?” He pauses, his movements falling silent.

“No?” You whine, impatient, uncaring to answer properly, your mind focused on chasing your current high. “Please”

“Don’t move.” His voice is authoritative, dark.

You don’t question him knowing doing so would delay whatever idea he had come up with making your wait longer.

He returns but a moment later, a light object brushing against your bare ass. “Because you’re such a demanding little thing tonight I’m going to spank each cheek 5 times with a spatula” he brushes it against your thigh, edging it towards your pussy, pulling it away before you can feel the stimulation of it. If you move I’ll make you wait until tomorrow to be fucked, understand?”

The idea of him spanking you turns you on even more, your arousal visable through the wet patch on the thongs you had chosen to wear underneath a tshirt. “I understand I’ll be good.”

“I know you will baby.” He chuckles, the first blow landing directly on your right cheek, you grip the counter, thankful for the stability it provides you. Yoongi is relentless in the way he paddles your ass with the spatula, you can feel the tenderness of the skin as he lands the final blow, throwing the spatula to the side before turning you to face him, his hands grasping your elbows to support you. “You okay princess? You did so well.”

You feel lightheaded with arousal. “M’ good. So good.” You pull him closer, his cock brushing against you as he kisses you, tugging at your lip. “please don’t make me wait any more.” You pout, feigning sadness.

“Panties off. Bend over for me.”

You discard the drenched fabric, rushing to arch your back as you stretch over the counter, making sure to give Yoongi enough room to fit between your legs.

“You’re so beautiful like this, legs spread for me.” He graze your ear with his teeth, wasting no time before bringing the head of his cock to caress your folds. “So wet for me too.”

Your response was cut as he slid inside of your cunt, the moan you let out definitely too loud for this hour but you didn’t care. You needed him and you needed him now.

“Want to milk my cock huh?” He teased. “Such a good kitten.”

One thing about Yoongi was that he could use his mouth in more ways than one but they all turned you on just as much.

You gasped as his hand connected with the flesh of your ass, head dropping into your hands, unable to do anything more than endure the painstakingly slow thrusts he was maintaining.

“please more - i ne-“

Smack.

“You need what?”

Smack.

“I need you.” You whisper, your voice rough as tears threatened behind your eyes.

"So good, baby." he grunted, pulling you by the hips, embedding you on his throbbing cock.

The noises were obscene, his balls slapping against you as he fucked into you, chasing his own pleasure all whilst whispering praises that brought you to find your own.

“gon cum” you screamed lazily, your body limp over the counter with your legs unable to hold you up anymore.

“You want to cum?” He purred, fingers digging into the skin of your thighs.

You shuddered underneath his touch. Enjoying the pain of his nails dragging across your ass. “Please.”

“Not yet.” His voice was firm a contrast to the usual soft exterior.

Min Yoongi was an enigma.

“I’m going to - fuck- mine - all mine.” He hisses, hand shifting to grope your boob, his thrusts coming at you full force making your vision swirl.

“yoon-ah-fuck.” You sputter unable to string a sentence together, too high on sex.

“Don’t even think about cumming.” He warns, his voice strangled his cock throbbing inside of you, you clench yourself around his cock milking him dry as you feel the warm liquid paint your walls.

You feel your orgasm slipping away as he pulls out of you, his cum already threatening to drip down your thighs.

“Open.” He instructs tapping your thigh.

“Fuck” was the only word you could make out as his tongue lapped up the mess between your legs.

He was always amazing with his mouth.

“I want you to cum on my face.” His voice is muffled his face pressed between your ass as he licks a strip over your ass this time with more force. Every nerve was on fire, the heat from his mouth going straight to your clit.

You pushed yourself back against him, you hands reaching back to hold his head in place to which he didn’t protest.

He held his tongue out, letting you rut against him, soft moans filling the air accompanied by the sound of your wetness on his face.

It didn’t take you long to rebuild your earlier stolen orgasm, the overstimulation pushing you dangerously close to the edge.

“can I-?” You cry out around choked sobs.

“Cum.” He growls, gripping your thighs to suck your clit.

Ecstasy filled your mind, a light blissful was making you forget everything. The feeling of your orgasm draining the last of your energy leaving yoongi to support your frame.

“How are you feeling?” You enjoy the comfort of your back being pressed against his chest, his fingers caressing your body.

Nothing else mattered in that moment.

You hummed lazily, too fucked out to handle any type of conversation.

“Let’s go get you cleaned up, you did so good for me im so proud. Such a patient girl.” He sings beautiful praises all of which making you feel warm.

A warmth that is knocked out of you when you both turn - and jump - at the shock of the figure leaning against the door.

“Hyung what the fuck did you want to give me a heart attack!” Yoongi curses, clutching onto his chest as if the organ was about to escape him.

You couldn’t help your embarrassment at being caught in the act, you also couldn’t help the way it made you feel.

“Do you know how loud you were? I’m pretty sure I could hear Jungkook getting off from the sound of you.” Jin declares, a fake frown forming his lips.

“Don’t act like you didn’t enjoy the show.” You giggle, still enjoying your post orgasm high. Yoongis arm wrapped around your centre keeping you straight.

Yoongi shakes his head, an attempt to rid himself of the smirk he had began to wear.

The older turns ready to head back in the direction from which he came before he grunted pulling you both to attention. “Oh and you two.” Jin points between you and Yoongi who was currently trying to stifle a laugh. “Are disgusting.” “Having sex in my kitchen, no manners.”

You both seem to hold your breath until the sound of his footsteps fall out of earshot before you glance at eachother, stomach shaking laughter filling the space as you both lean on one another for support.

Jin definitely wasn’t going to let you forget it.

After a quick shower you collapsed into bed, Yoongi beside you. The week had gone much faster then you had thought it would. Tomorrow was the mark of a new week and therefore meant you were about to eliminate another member of the house.

“What’s wrong baby?” His voice was gravely.

You shrugged. “Voting day tomorrow, I don’t know what to do.”

“You could always vote me out?” He laughed, as if it was nothing.

You envied that kind of mentality, that the vote didn’t matter because the outcome in the end would be nothing short of great, each of them wiling to sacrifice their own chance at winning to keep you stress free.

“Let’s deal with this tomorrow?” You ask, exhausted.

With a kiss to your head and an arm wrapped around your waist you drifted off, your mind filtering images including all 8 of you, smiles on your faces, hands entwined.

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Fic: Gratitude

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My Frankie Morales masterlist

Fandom: Triple Frontier

Ship: Francisco “Catfish” Morales x Reader/you (cishet woman)

Warnings: Mention of shitty exes with 1950's views on women, foreplay, fellatio, dick riding which is a form of transportation but only if you need to get to cloud n:o 9, unprotected PiV sex but it's fine (this is fic so you might not be unless you wrap that shit up), some sweet dirty talk but nothing bad, creampie.

Summary: You thank Frankie for doing his part of the cleaning before Christmas. And, you know, for being awesome in general.

Words: 2,670

The drone of the vacuum cleaner greets you when you step in through the front door, and once you’ve kicked off your shoes and hung your coat, you trail its cord to the living-room, where Frankie’s moved the coach to reach the nozzle behind it. He’s not playing music, like the two of you often do when you’re cleaning the apartment, and his jaw is set pretty tight, but when you enter and he looks up, a smile slowly spreads on his face. He hits the off button with his foot and draws his hand through his hair, wiping back the stray locks from his forehead.

”Hi, baby.”

”Hi.” You walk up to him and give him a kiss. ”You started without me?”

You’re not hosting this Christmas, but the holidays are a good excuse to clean properly. Luckily, both you and Frankie are pretty tidy and share standards for household cleanliness, but the problem right now is time. Both of you are working long hours and between that and the December darkness, it’s hard to find the energy and motivation to clean. You’ve decided to do a little each night during the week that leads up to Christmas; that way, you can do a little each day and still have a clean and fresh home on Christmas Eve.

”Figured I might as well,” Frankie shrugs.

You immediately see that there’s more to it. Frankie’s fine most of the time but there are still horrors lingering in the deep recesses of his mind. They don’t surface as often but when they do, they’re hard on him. He has his coping mechanisms, thanks to therapy and you. Busying himself with concrete tasks is one way of keeping the demons at bay. Cleaning is therapy.

”You want to talk about it?” you ask him quietly, hand resting softly on his broad shoulder. Frankie blinks, seemingly surprised, then casts his long-lashed eyes down in chagrin.

”Should’ve known you’d see right through me.”

”I always do.”

”Hmm.”

”Frankie?”

He pulls you in for a hug, resting his chin on the top of your head. ”I’m good. It’s not that bad. Cleaning helps.”

”Okay, baby.” You kiss the hollow between two long, lean muscles in the front of his neck, and gently disentangle yourself from his embrace.

”You want me to get started on dinner?” you ask, raising your hand to draw our fingers through his thick hair. The way he visibly relaxes at your touch makes your heart swell.

”That would be lovely. Thank you.”

”Thank you for cleaning.”

You lean in to kiss him, placing several little pecks on his smiling lips. You really are infinitely grateful for Frankie and how natural it is to him to keep his home tidy. Your experience in that department hasn’t been good. Cleaning always caused arguments with every single one of your exes. One of them, who grew up in a home where his mother did absolutely everything, even cleaned her grown-up sons’ apartments when they were single, seriously thought women had a special gene for cleaning. You’ll never know what you saw in him but the experience made you ask Frankie on your very first date if he knew how to clean a home from top to bottom. He thought it was an euphemism for something dirty, and blushed like a schoolgirl. When the misunderstanding had been cleared up, he frowned and said yes, doesn’t everybody?

He was a keeper from that day on.

”You know,” you now add, ”boyfriends who do the cleaning get special treats.”

”Is that so?” Frankie rumbles low against your lips. Good god, his voice does things to you.

”That is definitely so,” you confirm conquettishly. ”I’m gonna treat you so good tonight, Francisco.”

”Mmm... looking forward to that.” Frankie looks a lot happier when he goes back to vacuuming, smiling broadly from the slap on his ass that you give him when he turns on the loud machine again.

Later, after the living-room has been cleaned, dinner eaten, and dishes washed, you take Frankie to bed. You give him a neck and shoulder rub, not that you’re very good at it, but he loves your hands on you.

”We go so much of the cleaning done today,” you tell him softly when you’re seated behind him in your underwear, carefully working a tense spot where his shoulder and neck meet. Frankie hisses low, tensing up for a second but relaxing just as quickly when you kiss his shoulder blade.

”One thing checked off the list,” he agrees, and you hear the satisfaction in his voice.

”You know, if you’re too tired for it, I don’t mind skipping the big clean before Christmas,” you suggest, fingers finding another knot in his shoulder. Working it carefully with one hand, you let your other hand run up the length of his neck and get lost in his soft curls. Frankie exhales in a happy sigh.

”I like having a clean home for the holidays,” he reminds you. ”And you know it helps me deal with... shit.”

”I know,” you assure him, pressing a kiss to the back of his head. ”Just sayin’.”

He hums low when you start to knead both his shoulders while trailing your lips up the side of his neck. The massage turns into caresses as you press yourself to him from behind and wrap your arms around him, Frankie turning his head so that he can reach you for a kiss. Soft and loving at first, it quickly ignites and spreads sparks through both of you. Your lips grow insistent and Frankie starts to contort until he’s facing you on the bed. He lays you down, lips staying on yours until you’re flat on your back, then he starts to trail kisses down your jawline to your neck.

”Frankie,” you remind him with a purr, ”I’m supposed to be doing this to you.”

”I’m not stopping you,” he murmurs, still spreading kisses over your skin while his hand travels down your body, softly squeezing a bra cup before tugging it down and freeing up one tit. His lips follow and he greedily licks at your budding nipple as his hand travels south and eventually slips underneath the waistband of your panties. You let him make you wet, enjoy the teasing brushes of his fingers over your slit, the kisses that follow his hand down your stomach. When he starts to pull down your panties and his mouth gets close to the growing desire between your legs, you stop him, clamping your thighs together. Frankie kisses your belly button and smirks.

”But this is the best part...”

”Believe me, I know,” you smile back, pulling him up for a kiss, ”but we’re not about that tonight.”

”We’re not?”

”Nope.”

”Then what are we about?” he wiggles his eyebrows, making you laugh.

”We’re all about you, Francisco Morales.”

You gently nudge him to roll over onto his back, then straddle his thighs and bend down to do to him what he just did to you: kiss his long, strong neck, lick and bite his nipples until they are pebbles against your lips. Your hand has found his erection already and is gently teasing it, like he was teasing you moments earlier. You kiss your way down his stomach, taking care to love every inch of the soft flesh that you know bothers him sometimes, look up at him to let him know that you love all of him, every bit that he doesn’t. Reaching the waistband of his shorts, you caress his hips and let your hands travel around to grab his ass, making him giggle unexpectedly.

”That tickles.”

You ghost your fingers over his hipbone again. ”This?”

Frankie twitches. ”Yeah, don’t do that, unless you want a laugh fest instead of sex.”

”Don’t they say that unless you can laugh together in bed, you shouldn’t even be having sex?” you tease him, tracing one single feather-light finger over his hip. You feel his muscles flex, but he doesn’t jump.

”They say a lot of things.”

You come up to kiss him. His arms go around you at once, pulling you right into the warm length of his body, his tenting boxers a stiff promise against your thigh.

”I love you,” you tell him between kisses. ”You’re perfect.”

”You are.”

”I know.” You pull away and resettle between his legs, bending down to nuzzle his hard length through the boxers. Frankie sighs in exasperation but you take your time before you relieve him of his underwear. Ducking down, you kiss and lick first one thick thigh, then the other, his hard cock twitching as it gets lost in the tickle of your hair.

”Babe...” he moans, reaching down to stroke himself. You swat his hand away lovingly.

”I know, you just have to be patient.”

”You’re killing me.”

”Not yet,” you wink at him, getting a strangled laugh in return as you finally close your fingers around his girth and swirl your thumb over the wet tip. You don’t tease him anymore but start to lick the salty head of his cock with great care, as if you were a cat mommy cleaning her babies.

”God, baby...” Frankie whines, stroking your hair and reaching for your hand. You take it and knit your fingers together, smiling up at him as you take him in your mouth. It’s always a bit of a struggle: he’s wide and hard and veiny, but you’ve had a lot of practice and can handle it now, even if you can’t take all of him like this. You work your hand on the thick base of his cock and your mouth on the top, meeting in the middle as you drool on him and get him all wet.

Frankie’s let go of your hand now and is burying both hands in his hair, eyes pressed close as he moans nonsense, blown away by your tender loving care. You take your time and go slow, in no hurry to get him off. This isn’t for that, it’s just foreplay.

When he moans your name, and his hips twitch, you release his cock with a wet pop and wipe your mouth. You know his cues, his tells, and it’s time to stop so he doesn’t blow. You come up to give him a wet, loving kiss.

”Good?”

”Madre de Dios...”

”So, good,” you grin before rolling down next to him and taking off your panties. Straddling Frankie again, you fix his eyes with yours as you reach behind you to unclasp your bra, releasing your tits to freedom as you whisk the garment to the side.

”Hmm,” Frankie hums, ”it never gets old. Love seeing the girls like this.”

”So predictable,” you shake your head, but you’re pleased with his adoration as he sits up enough to bury his face between said girls. He motorboats them playfully before focusing on one, kissing and licking the soft flesh in search of the nipple. When finding it, he devours it immediately and starts to suck forcefully. Your head falls back as you moan loudly, a direct line of pleasure flooding from your chest down to your pussy, making it throb even harder.

”Frankie...” you whine, pulling back a little but surrendering to his growled protest. You lean into his mouth and hands, finding him between your thighs and almos lazily guiding him into you, one inch at a time. When he’s fully sheathed in you, Frankie releases your tits and instead holds you close, breathing in short stutters as he rests his forehead to yours. You shift a little, brows drawing together momentarily from the insane stretch. Frankie cups your cheek and brings a strand of hair away from your face, tucking it behind your ear.

”Relax, my love,” he groans, himself as taken with the tightness as you are. ”You can take me.”

”I can take you,” you acknowledge, hands on his broad shoulders drawing strength from him. ”Just give me a minute.”

”You can have two.”

Gradually, you manage to accomodate him, and you make him lie down on his back. You hiss as the changed angle makes it feel like he’s all the way up past your cervix.

”Goddamn, baby, that’s deep,” you shake your head with a little laugh. ”It always gets me.”

”Always gets you off...”

You slap Frankie’s tummy gently. ”Knock it off or I won’t ride you.”

”As if you could stop now.”

”You’re right,” you sigh as you start to move tentatively, seeking the right spots and angles, finding them faster than expected. ”Frankie...”

”I know, baby, it’s okay, take what you need from me,” he groans as he grabs your hips to hold on for the ride. You move tightly back and forth to hit your spot, sitting up straight and rubbing your clit with one hand as the other cups your breast. It’s a sure way of having an orgasm, riding Frankie like this, having all of him inside of you and rubbing everything at once, because he’s filling every inch of you, the delectable fullness driving you crazy as you ride faster, harder, until the orgasm takes you apart. You give your clit a rest and lean forward, supporting yourself with your hands on Frankie’s chest, still grinding your hips but slowing down and changing the rhythm and movement. Now you move up and down, your release lubing Frankie enough to allow for frictionless pleasure.

”Oh, sweet baby,” he prays, covering your tits with his big hands. ”Baby, just like that, I love that.”

”I know, baby,” you moan, coming to an almost lazy pace, placing more weight on your knees to allow for a thorough slide up and down his cock. ”It feels so good to cum on your cock, I’m gonna let you feel it too.”

You lean down to give him a sloppy kiss. ”I want you to cum in my pussy, Francisco, can you do that for me?”

”Yes, my love,” he groans, licking into your mouth, ”I’ll do that for you.”

”Good boy,” you coo, burying your hands in his soft hair as you continue to kiss him. He’s like putty in your hands, taking kiss after kiss from you, moaning at how tightly your wet pussy is squeezing him as you maintain a steady, slowy pace. Still playing with your nipples, it’s by now more for his pleasure than yours, but you are more than happy to give him that. You know he’s closing in on his climax when his hands desert your tits to instead fist into the cover by his sides. Your name comes in short puffs, his face scrunches adorably.

”Just like that,” he whines, pink tongue darting out to lick his lips, ”don’t stop fucking me, please!”

Your thighs are burning but you go faster, and the wet squishy sound of your slick pussy swallowing Frankie’s cock is joined by the increased slapping of skin again skin.

”Let go,” you urge him in a soft voice, ”it’s okay, Francisco, cum in my pussy, please.”

You lean down over his so that you can embrace him and let him wrap his arms around you. He buries his face in the crook of your neck as you ride him to his release. When you feel the first, hot ropes of cum paint your walls, you squeeze him hard and kiss him everywhere you can reach.

”Thank you,” you whisper between kisses, ”thank you, thank you, baby, thank you...”

Frankie trembles underneath you, his whole body stiff before he pulls you down next to him. His cock slips out of you, trailing cum down your thigh, but neither one of you care as you kiss each other softly. Frankie’s chocolate eyes are dazed but simmering with warmth underneath heavy eyelids, and his full lips are turned up in a happy little smile.

”Told you I’d treat you good,” you mumble. Frankie cups your cheek and kisses you.

”You always do, my love.”

[excessive-vampires]

Dealing With Demons Chapter 6: Sad as Hell Part 2: Cee

Masterlist with CW

Taglist: @demyxdancer @softvampirewhump @d-cs

This playlist is really good. And by that I mean sad as hell.

Avi put down their book for a second. "We could listen to something else."

No, sometimes you need to feel sad.

"That's the least in-character thing I've ever heard you say."

If you don't feel down sometimes you get numb to the highs. And it's better to be sad about music than about something that actually happened.

"Hmm." They didn't pick the book back up and for a moment we just listened to the song. "This makes me glad I'm not alone right now."

Me too.

"You're still worried about Cliff, aren't you?"

What if he comes after us?

"I doubt he has the means to. And if he does then I'll kill him. I am very powerful and scary."

I wished they'd take this more seriously. Yes. Yes you are. But between him and the Bureau... we might need to... take a vacation somewhere far away.

"Once a runner always a runner, huh?"

That's a low blow.

"Only if it's true. Look, if I'm wrong and we get into some sort of trouble I'll make it up to you. But I don't think I'm wrong."

Okay. I trust you to know your own strength.

"Good. Glad that's settled."

They picked the book back up, but I didn't pay any attention to it, instead focussing on the sad, forsaken voices coming from their phone's speakers.

Then we heard something that chilled me to the bone. It was my phone's ringtone. Avi stopped the music, walked over to the bedroom, and unlocked the drawer in the nightstand. There hadn't been much I'd had the desire or the right to take with me when I left besides some of my clothes, so my collection of personal worldly possessions was pathetically small. But there was a little box of sentimental trinkets in the drawer, as well as a framed picture. And beside that there was a phone that Avi kept charged at my request. They took it out of the drawer and we looked at the message.

When I gave my sister my new phone number before I left I knew it was probably a bad idea. But I also knew I could trust her not to tell anyone, and what if there was some huge emergency involving me that she needed to let me know about? She hadn't tried to contact me once in five years. That was something I had mixed feelings about. I stared at the words on the screen.

"Aunt Bev is sick again. If you care."

"Hey, are you—"

Block me out.

"Cee—"

Block me out, Avi. Wake me up in the morning.

"Okay."

And then the world went away. It was like being half-asleep unless I focussed, and I didn't want to focus. I just let myself drift.

My mind floated back to the scene immortalized in the picture frame next to where my phone had been. My young smiling face, Bev's tattooed arm around my shoulders, a plate of christmas cookies stolen from the kitchen in the background.

I knew that Avi would take me to go see her and let me say goodbye if I asked. I wasn't going to ask. I couldn't. I made my choice a long time ago and burned every single bridge I had in the process.

But out of everyone, Bev was the only one I'd almost said goodbye to in person when I left. I knew I'd outlive her, hell I'd outlive everyone now barring outside intervention, I didn't age while possessed. I thought I was ready. I thought I'd already let everything from that life go.

I was wrong.

[black-arcana]

MARKO HIETALA Doesn't Rule Out Starting New Band With TARJA TURUNEN

In a new interview with El Planeta Del Rock, Marko "Marco" Hietala, who is currently on the road in South America as part of the "Living The Dream – The Hits Tour 2024" with his former NIGHTWISH bandmate Tarja Turunen, was asked if there is any chance of the two musicians launching a new project together. He responded (as transcribed by BLABBERMOUTH.NET): "I won't close that option off. We haven't talked about it, putting up a group together or anything like that. But at the moment, it seems that we've got a different kind of connection than it was [in the] past. Because then the camps were really divided already when I stepped into [NIGHTWISH]. And it was hard to find the truth of things, because a lot of it was like a managerial turf war where we got told certain things by one side and told certain things by the other side and lots of confusion — blah, blah, blah — and in the end, yeah, what we already realized a few years back when we were all together there doing the Christmas shows in Finland that after all the hassle has died and the noise has died and everything, you still find out that you lost a friend. And that was the main [reason] why we are basically doing this together again."

In a recent interview with Thiago Rahal Mauro of Brazil's Metal Musikast, Tarja spoke about what it was like to team up with Marko to perform a cover of "The Phantom Of The Opera" during their special open-air concert in July 2023 at Z7 Summer Nights in Pratteln, Switzerland. Tarja and Marko both played individual sets at the event, with their rendition of the main theme from Andrew Lloyd Webber's musical coming during Turunen's portion of the show.

"I got a call from a promoter to take part in one festival in Switzerland last year in a European summertime in July," Tarja said. "And then I got to know, when I had accepted to be the artist of the evening, then I saw that they had also invited Marko and Marko's band to perform in the same festival. So I thought, 'Hmm.' And I was actually sending a message that I wished to reach Marko, because I didn't have his contact any longer, to ask him to perform with me 'The Phantom Of The Opera' in my show. And he responded 'yes.' So, after 18 years [laughs], we were about to sing the song together. And it was super exciting. It was really beautiful. The people got very emotional about this.

"We had met already before — we had been singing on a few occasions in Finland a few years before — so we kind of cleaned the table on that occasion already," she explained. "So we were in good terms, so to say, but now singing 'The Phantom Of The Opera' together after all these years was amazing. So we did it twice, actually — we did it in Switzerland and then in Finland. And now we are going to do it — that and a lot more [laughs] — there in Brazil [during our upcoming joint tour]."

Tarja also elaborated on her friendship with Marko, saying: "It's a new relationship with him, because he's not the same person anymore than he was in the band. He has changed a lot, and many years have passed by. I've changed myself. Life has changed us. So it is a new relationship, let's say. And it had made me very happy to get to know him better after all these years."

Last November, Tarja admitted to Chaoszine that she was "nervous" before performing "The Phantom Of The Opera" with Marko at Z7 Summer Nights. "I believe that he was nervous as well to meet up with me, but we were both very excited to go back to the stage and to sing the song," she said. "We sang 'Phantom Of The Opera' in Switzerland for the first time. Then we went over to Finland to perform it again, did a show together there — he with his band and me with my own. Wow. It was pure emotion. I think it was really beautiful, but it made me kind of… I was, like, 'I'm in peace,' sort of. The feeling was great. I think it was even more for Marko, because I saw him standing there after my concert, when I finished my set, and he came like almost in tears, saying that this was important. We reconnected, and it's great. Now I'm really looking forward to have this tour [with Marko] in South America in March [2024], and I'm sure you will see something else happening also. Yeah, you'll hear."

Turunen was fired from NIGHTWISH at the end of the band's 2005 tour by being presented with an open letter which was published on the NIGHTWISH web site at the same time. In the letter, the other members of NIGHTWISH wrote: "To you, unfortunately, business, money, and things that have nothing to do with emotions have become much more important."

NIGHTWISH keyboardist and main songwriter Tuomas Holopainen later called the decision to part ways with Turunen "the most difficult thing I ever had to do." For her part, Tarja said the way she was kicked out of the group proved that her former bandmates were not her friends. "Maybe one day I'll forgive, but I will never forget," she said.

In 2019, Turunen dismissed Internet chatter about her possible return to NIGHTWISH after her December 2017 onstage reunion with the band's then-bassist/vocalist Hietala during a "Raskasta Joulua" concert in Hämeenlinna, Finland.

"I know a lot of fans would love to see something happen, but it's a very long distance away," she told Kerrang! magazine. "Personally, I don't see anything happening with me and them, to be perfectly honest. Marko came a little later into the band; he wasn't there since the beginning. He was always a guy I was close to. Me and Tuomas Holopainen, however, haven't seen each other in a long time… but we have been in touch. It's not bad. The past is what it is; we can't change that. We can only change the future."

NIGHTWISH's authorized biography, "Once Upon a Nightwish: The Official Biography 1996-2006", was published in Finnish in 2006 and in English three years later.

Turunen's husband, Marcelo Cabuli, and his business partners later sued the parties behind the book for defamation. Named in the lawsuit were the publishing house Like Kustannus Oy and the author of the book, Marko "Mape" Ollila. Cabuli and his Brazilian business partners argued that the book includes false accusations and insinuations that have caused them suffering and financial problems.

The book blamed Cabuli for the events leading up to Turunen's dramatic expulsion from the band in late 2005.

In 2011, the Helsinki District Court dismissed Cabuli's lawsuit, ruling that the book — which criticized Cabuli on only a few of its 380 pages — did not detrimentally affect his work or reputation in South America. In addition, the court determined that Ollila did not maliciously portray Cabuli in a negative light.

Nearly two years ago, Tarja was asked in an interview with Top Link Music manager and concert promoter Paulo Baron and music critic Regis Tadeu if she would consider doing a tour with NIGHTWISH if all of her former bandmates apologized to her about how their split happened and invited her to share the stage with them again. She responded: "It is very, very hypothetical that all what you said will happen, first of all — it's very, very hypothetical.

"I'm living in a world, like we are all living in a world, that things happen without us noticing," she continued. "I mean, I can't really close any doors in that sense; I'm not that kind of person any longer. I learned so many things in this life already. I take them as they are.

"So I don't know. It would be very hypothetically possible," she added. "It would be unlikely to happen."

Hietala announced his departure from NIGHTWISH in January 2021, explaining in a statement that he hadn't "been able to feel validated by this life for a quite a few years now." He has since been replaced by session bassist Jukka Koskinen (WINTERSUN),who made his live debut with NIGHTWISH in May 2021 at the band's two interactive experiences.

In an August 2022 interview with Finland's Chaoszine, Hietala revealed that he went through a dark period in his life, which included depression, insomnia, anxiety and an eventual attention-deficit/hyperactivity disorder (ADHD) diagnosis. Speaking about how he eventually came to the realization that exiting NIGHTWISH was the right thing to do, Marko said: "It was a long process. Of course, the COVID year that was there, where I had a lot of time for soul searching, it obviously gave me the last incentive that I need something else, that if I just continue with this I'm just gonna get sicker and sicker. But, of course, it's a process.

"I've been chronic depressive since 2010 [or] 2011, so I've been on a permanent medication ever since," he revealed. "Sometimes you get used to the meds [and] you will need more. We did raise [the dosage] during the years also, but it just didn't work. And now that I started to do… I had psychotherapy for over four years now, and then I also talked to psychiatrists and some doctors and did that also in Spain. Then my psychiatrist here in Finland said that I should do these ADHD neuropsychological tests, which I then did in Spain. And, okay, I got it."

Hietala reiterated that he "had been thinking about" leaving NIGHTWISH "for a while" before making the final decision. "Because I had a lot of weight. And I tend to… With the attention disorder, it tells me that when there are lots of trouble, then the disorder makes it into a real chaos," he explained. "There's a shitload of stuff coming and going and no peace anywhere. And for a year or two, I was already waking up every night at three o'clock to bad dreams and anxiety. So I'd say that the whole process probably started already with my former divorce [in 2016]. That was a very sad time when you think about your kids and your broken homes and all that. And then, when I started to get clear from that, then there were, well, all kinds of things. I don't really wanna go any deeper to what kind of things I'd gone through, but I'd gone through enough."

Acknowledging that making NIGHTWISH's latest studio album, 2020's "Human. :II: Nature.", was a "difficult" experience for him, Marko denied that his mental state at the time resulted in a diminished role for him on the final LP. "I think the original idea was to have that… we'll do a couple of [solo vocal appearances], or one solo for me and Troy [Donockley], and the rest Floor [Jansen], and then the harmonies; that was the idea originally for that," he said. "So I don't know if it affected. I think it was sort of as planned. But at that time I already had serious trouble with concentrating and serious trouble with a constant black cloud over my head."

In July 2022, Hietala told Finland's Iltalehti that he had not kept in touch with NIGHTWISH since his departure or followed the activities of his former band.

In May 2021, Holopainen said that Hietala's decision to leave NIGHTWISH "came as a bit of a surprise." He told Finland's Kaaos TV: "Marko informed us in December [of 2020 that he was leaving the band]. And even though he has been very open about his state and problems during the past years, it still came as a bit of a surprise for us. So it was a really tough pill to swallow. And for a few days, I was actually quite confident that there's no coming back, that this is it. I remember talking to Emppu [Vuorinen], the guitar player, and we were, like, 'You think this is it?' 'Yeah, I think this is it.' I mean, enough is enough. So much has happened in the past. Something that broke the camel's back, as they say. Then, after some time had passed — a few days — we started to think that it's been such a ride of 25 years, with so many ups also, that this is not the way to end it."

Tuomas elaborated on NIGHTWISH's reasons for carrying on, saying: "I think we still have something to give, and that's the main point. The music is still there. We felt that there's still so much music that needs to come out from this band that, 'Okay, let's give it one more shot.' And then finding the new bass player was really easy."

He added: "It's not like we do this just because we need to do it and there's nothing else to do. On a personal level, I feel that there's still so many stories and melodies that I want to share with the world with one lineup or another, so that's why you want to continue and keep on going.

"I've said this a million times, that a lineup change is the ultimate energy vampire, and that's how it really felt and still feels."

In June 2021, Jansen spoke about Hietala's exit from the band in an episode of her "Storytime" YouTube video series. She said: "That was a very sudden surprise that, of course, was not fun at all. But we understand — I understand — it was a necessary thing for him to do. And from there, we had to think of how to continue without him, and that also, in preparations towards the virtual show, that was a huge challenge."

In December 2020, Hietala was crowned the winner of the fall 2020 season of "Masked Singer Suomi" — the Finnish edition of the popular masked singing contest. He was disguised as Tohtori — the Doctor.

In the summer of 2021, Holopainen said that NIGHTWISH would split up if the band's current singer Floor Jansen ever chose to leave. Holopainen, who formed NIGHTWISH in 1996 with guitarist Emppu Vuorinen and Turunen, made the comment while discussing the departure of Hietala.

Pressed by U.K.'s Metal Hammer magazine about his 2019 statement that NIGHTWISH would disband if another member opted to depart, Tuomas said: "That's how I felt back in 2019, and that's also how I felt when Marko left. I take my words back when it comes to that. But if it would be Floor leaving, that's it, it's the end of NIGHTWISH. Absolutely, 100%."

[the-radio-demon-blog]

The third Indy is my favorite too! You have good taste, dear. "You were named after the DOG?!"

John Williams wrote the score. He's BRILLIANT. There are dozens of movie scores that are instantly recognizable that he's composed. He's in his 90s now, I believe. When he passes I will actually cry.

Rather horrifying Christmas? You can't just say something like that and not tell why?! 😧

The hotel sounds wonderous at Christmas! I also love the miniature Christmas towns (they make Halloween ones too). Idk why, miniatures of real things have always captivated me.

I don't mind answering at all. Definitely not nervous. I just don't like having my picture taken very much. Not a big fan of my appearance, usually. I was excited to meet the Christmas celebrity. But the face is mostly my surprise at his claws scratching my head. I'm sure he meant it to be scary...but it felt...good. 🫣 Don't tell him so if you meet him. I'm sure he wouldn't be pleased to hear it! Hah!

Oh dear, I can see how Spooky Scary Skeletons on repeat would drive anyone off the deep end. There aren't many Spooky songs though. Trying to find playlists and it's always the same handful of songs. I will shamelessly listen to Monster Mash on repeat on Halloween night though.

Do you all....do anything in hell for Halloween? Seems a bit redundant. 🤣🤣

Has Stanley been up to any shenanigans? Did I ever tell you, he's named for The Stanley Hotel in The Shining? Now that is a good picture!

Ahhh! I nearly forgot to share a photo...hmmm. Look at this enormous alligator painting I saw in the museum last weekend! It's by Clara Mitchell Carter. And it's titled....Big Al. Heehee. Should I start calling you that? Or does it read too used car saleman-y? Bahahah

https://imgur.com/a/1757BCW

After while, crocodile! 🐊

Hah, well that particular scene was quite a scene!

Yes, I do rather appreciate John Williams and his music. It is a pleasure to listen to and he is rather brilliant.

I would rather not relive the tale. It had to do with Krampus. That is all the details I can bear to spare.

Hmm...that's interesting. Perhaps you, Husker and Angel Dust would get along quite well! Hah, they love those ridiculous little Christmas miniatures.

Hah! I hate having my picture taken as well if you couldn't tell. Oh...it felt good? Hah. That's quite curious! But however, to each their own. My lips are sealed, darling.

Yes, it is quite unfortunate that there are very few spooky songs.

Oh everyone truly goes all out for Halloween. Surprisingly its one of the calmest nights of the year since everyone is trying to enjoy themselves and party. Not usually focusing on each other. Charlie loves to throw Halloween party at the Hotel every year. Its quite fun!

And well, its a costume party and as much as I despise it. It is...tolerable and slightly enjoyable. Dear Charlie dressed up as Jack Skellington last year. That party was quite a blast! You know, there's a lottery for all of the Pride Ring where whoever wins gets to roam the Overworld on Halloween night? Its quite a disturbing thing to think about. Hah!

Oh...hah, Stanley tried to eat Angel Dust's pig. It didn't end that well. Angel ended up chasing poor little reptilian around the Hotel with a bat until I finally put an end to it. No, you did not tell me that! Hah! That's quite clever! I've read the book. Its quite good! Although not the movie.

What a lovely picture! I cannot believe you snapped such a photo with no one crowding you! Hah! How lucky. Please do not call me Big Al. Nothing of the sort for that matter.