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wongyuseokie · 2 years ago

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Mine | JJK

Summary: Jungkook really shouldn’t have ventured into the house that no one else did, and he really should have seen the warning signs, but something about you drew him in, and now, he was in and never getting out.

☆ 18+ minors dni |☀︎fluff | ☁︎ angst | ♕smut | ♥ completed works Word Count: 5647 words

Age: 18+ Pairings: Jungkook x Demon! Female Reader

Genres/AUs/Tropes: Smut, Angst, Horror

Warnings: Unprotected sex, OC is much more than someone who manages a haunted house. Keep reading to find out. Squirting, deception, and revenge at its finest. Mentions of blood and Koo falls over and scrapes his knee. Multiple orgasms, and oral male and female receiving, call it a sinister Pokémon hunt?

Author’s Note: Kinkotober? Halloween smut is based very (EXTREMELY) loosely on the Haunting of the Bly Manor. Also, lowkey based on Taylor Swift’s Blank Space MV, the last scene, where she kills the guy and then gets ready, a new guy shows up at her door again, and the music restarts. You’ll get it later 😅 Authors Note 2: I wrote this fic some time ago, and I wanted to revive it (GET IT) for Halloween. This is my contribution to The Nightmares of Mystic Manor collab hosted by BTS Dream Court and BTS Carnival Net Authors Note 3: I didn't think I'd revive a fic, much less this one, but I could not have done any of it without my lovely friends who took time out of their days to hear me yell about banners and content for so long, thank you @shina913 and @here4btsfics for taking the time to read through this and give me feedback and help beta this! I adore you both endlessly!! 💕 Banner Credits: @classicseffects Cross Posted to AO3 © playmetheclassics 2022. All rights reserved.

Jungkook loved Halloween.

It was the perfect time to play jokes and scare the shit out of people and the perfect time to encourage his “no fear, and YOLO” agenda. But tonight, he had different plans. He was going to do something that no one would dare, and for that very reason, Jungkook had to do it.

There was a mansion on Hill Street. It was rumoured to be haunted. Once upon a time, it housed a mob boss. Anyone who ever crossed him was met with a long and torturous death. He often took care of business at home. People have said that the manor’s walls had witnessed brutal murders. Decades later, the ghosts of the mob boss’ victims continue to roam the halls, wailing and screaming for mercy. and The story was that anyone who walked into that house never came out, and every Halloween, some idiot would venture into that house to never be seen again.

Jungkook laughed at all the rumours, but he was about to become that idiot tonight.

“Dude, just keep your location on, okay? Once you get to the house, just send me a message, and if your ass isn’t out by tomorrow, I’ll call the police,” Jimin warned. He was exhausted from trying to reason with Jungkook.

Jungkook could be as stubborn as a mule, and he nodded, seeing how Jimin finally gave in which made him so happy. “I’m fucking serious. If I don’t hear from you, I’ll kill you before whatever resides in that house kills you first!” Jimin said, and Jungkook nodded, this time taking the words of his friend thoughtfully.

“Noted! Now, I shall see you tomorrow if the house hasn’t killed me before that,” Jungkook jokes, making Jimin glare at him.

God, how he hated Jungkook’s adventurous streak and wished that he could tie him to a chair until Halloween was over. Jimin knew, Halloween or not, Jungkook would still venture into the house, regardless. Might as well let him do it once, get spooked and never try again, Jimin rationalised as he glared at Jungkook, who excitedly packed his bag and laced up his boots.

“Alright, see you never, Hyung!” Jungkook said as he headed towards the door, earning a smack upside his head from Jimin.

“Just go on and get your adrenaline fix! I will see you later, you brat!” Jimin nearly yelled, and Jungkook nodded, giving Jimin a tight hug before leaving.

“Damn!” Jungkook said as he reached the edge of the forest, where the manor was. He couldn’t lie to himself–it was eerie! The entire journey here was right out of a horror movie. It was dark and foggy and oddly quiet. It was just an old house, according to Jungkook, nothing else. Just a stupid old place with horrible rumours.

Jungkook would merely step inside, take a selfie and possibly say hi to a non-existent disembodied soul and then leave. And then brag to Jimin about how he was invincible and how Jimin was too worried for his own good.

However, despite how brave Jungkook was, he couldn’t ignore the feeling that he was being followed or watched as he got out of his car and approached the manor.

Jungkook always had a terrible habit of walking with his head held too high. Often, this meant he would miss a step and trip, and that’s precisely what happened as he approached the manor. He tripped and scraped his knee. He hissed in pain as he got up on his feet, only to jump in fear when he felt a hand on his back.

“Hi,” a small voice spoke from behind him. The voice filled the silence of the forest, and Jungkook swore his heart nearly stopped. Maybe this wasn’t such a good idea.

“Fuck- what the hell,” Jungkook gasped, panting hard as he placed his hand over his chest to steady his erratic heartbeat.

“Jesus, who are you?” Jungkook asked you. There was something about you, he thought, something ethereal and angelic. It was almost as if you were glowing. However, he didn’t dwell on it for too long. It was a forest, and it was foggy, it could have just been his eyes.

“Y/N,” you said, and Jungkook nodded slowly. “Are you following me or something? Who else would come to the Hill Manor?” He asked, staring at you, and you let out a soft laugh that Jungkook could have sworn sounded like music, like a choir of angels singing. But there was an underlying hint of something more sinister behind your laughter. But again, he didn’t dwell on it for too long. After all, ghosts didn’t really exist for him.

“I manage the Hill Manor, so I feel like I should be asking you what you’re doing here? Anyway, what’s your name?” You asked, moving your hand away from Jungkook’s back. And he swore that he felt the part that your hands were just on tingle. It didn’t hurt, but it felt funny.

Again, he didn’t think anything of it.

“Jungkook,” he said, smiling softly at you.

“Fuck, aren’t you nervous to, like, live here? Aren’t there ghosts and shit inside?” Jungkook asked, making you smile. The sweetest smile ever, he thought.

“Ghosts don’t exist, but I’m guessing you’re an adrenaline junkie. Here to prove something to your friends?” You questioned him, and Jungkook nodded shyly.

“Well, it’s a good thing I caught you. Most people try to break in and then run away when they hear my footsteps approach the front door,” you joked, making Jungkook smile.

“Come on, why don’t you come in? Your cut looks pretty deep and needs to be cleaned out. I have a first-aid kit inside and we can bandage it up, then afterwards, you can take as many selfies as you want,” you offered, and Jungkook nodded as he followed you towards the manor.

Jungkook could have sworn that the blood loss was affecting him more than usual. Your movements were so lithe…which made it really strange since the path to the manor was unpaved and uneven. Any normal person walking through this area would be staggering around. But you weren’t walking. You were floating. Your feet never touched the ground, but he thought that maybe he was starting to hallucinate due to blood loss, and again, the forest was foggy.

People don’t float. At least…not normal people.

“Holy shit,” Jungkook breathed out he entered the manor, and you closed the door behind him.

“What? Did you expect bodies and carnage?” You asked, and Jungkook shrugged, making you laugh.

“I manage this house, so I make sure to clean, and care for it. Besides, why would I want to make it look less appealing when my job is to get this place sold?” You explained, and Jungkook nodded as he looked around the house.

“Wait, you actually have buyers interested in this property? I thought the scary stories would have put them off?” Jungkook asked, and you smiled at him and shrugged.

“Well, I guess. I’m banking on finding one of those eccentric buyers that think living in a rumoured haunted house is cool,” you joked, making him grin at you.

“Why don’t you sit down? I’ll grab that first aid kit for you,” you suggested, and Jungkook nodded as he sat down in the living room. Everything looked modern, but what really caught his eye were the oil paintings on the wall. They were portraits, and he could have sworn one of the faces resembled yours. But again, he didn’t give it much thought.

“I can’t take these down. It adds intrigue to the house,” you said as you found Jungkook eyeing the paintings.

“You know, if I didn’t know any better, I’d say that one looks a lot like you,” he jokes, pointing at the specific portrait, earning a smile from you.

“Now, wouldn’t that be crazy?” You said, laughing and Jungkook nodded, agreeing.

It would be fucking crazy.

“I thought you were grabbing a first aid kit?” Jungkook asked as he saw a wet washcloth in your hand and disinfectant in the other.

“My grandma taught me old school methods. She said it’s always important to learn how to treat injuries without relying too much on modern medicine,” you explained, making him nod.

“Will I still get a band-aid?” Jungkook jokes, and you smile, nodding.

“Of course,” you answered as you sat on the couch next to him.

“Lift,” you said, nudging Jungkook’s thigh, and he hesitated. You rolled your eyes and slid off the couch to sit on your knees in front of him.

“Oh no, I can lift my leg,” Jungkook replied quickly, feeling bad for making you sit on the floor. You smiled, shaking your head at him.

“Lean back, let me clean your knees. You have tiny pebbles and dirt on them,” you offered, and he nodded, leaning back.

Jungkook winced when you dabbed his knee with the disinfectant. “Ow!” Jungkook whined, earning a soft chuckle from you.

“I thought a man covered in tattoos would have a higher pain threshold?” You joked, earning a scowl from him.

“That was voluntary pain, this is not,” Jungkook argued, and you shrugged.

“You decided to visit this manor. Despite everyone telling you not to, I’m sure. So… this counts as something pretty voluntary to me,” you said as you dabbed a salve on his wound.

“Are you always this sassy?” Jungkook asked, and you smiled at him.

“It depends on my mood,” you answered.

“And what has gotten you particularly sassy this Halloween evening?” He asked, and you sighed.

“Well, I used to throw Halloween parties here, but we had an incident some years ago where this family decided to bring their toddler. Needless to say, she got spooked. Word got out and we got some bad press. Since then, Halloween has become quite lonely,” you explained, and Jungkook nodded.

“Until you tripped. I was taking a walk, and as I was heading back, I saw you were first staring at the house and then fell over,” you explained, earning a glare from Jungkook.

“You saw me fall and didn’t help?” He asked incredulously.

“I’m helping now, aren’t I?” You spoke, and Jungkook nodded. You smiled, wrapped bandages around his injured knee and stood up.

“Thanks,” Jungkook said.

“Uh, any way I can repay you?” Jungkook asked as you sat on the coffee table across from him.

“I’d suggest joining me for a drink, but I’m assuming you drove here?” You asked and Jungkook nodded sadly.

“Ah, yeah, I’m sorry,” he scratches his neck.

Just then, as if by some force of God or magic, the wind started to howl outside, followed by some lightning and a loud thunderclap, making Jungkook throw his head back and groan.

“Welp, I guess I’m here until that dies down. I hope that’s okay?” Jungkook asked, and you nodded.

“More than okay. What’s your poison?” You asked, and he stared at you strangely.

“I feel like that’s a terrible thing to ask someone in a haunted house,” Jungkook jokes, and you laughed, leaning forward as you stood up.

“Do you scare easily?” You asked, and he looked up to meet your gaze.

“Nope! And I’ll have whatever you’re having,” Jungkook said confidently, leaning back into the couch, making you smile at him as you wandered off to the kitchen to fix him a drink.

A few moments later, you return and present him with a glass of amber liquid and ice. “Here you go!” Jungkook mouths his thanks as he accepts the drink. He took a sip of it, then immediately grimaced at the intense, burning feeling that went down his throat.

“Fuck, what is that?” He asked. He didn’t exactly hate the taste, but it certainly didn’t feel like anything familiar that he’s tried before.

“Whiskey, but it’s kind of an old treasure from this house. One of the previous owners had it, and well, I guess it got stronger over time?” You chuckled.

Jungkook’s eyes widened in awe. “So…we’re drinking a dead man’s liquor,” he laughed, “That’s got to be a solid reason to haunt you!” You roll your eyes at him.

“Why are you so damn convinced that this house is haunted?” You asked, and Jungkook shrugged.

“Where there’s smoke, there’s usually fire,” he said wisely, earning a chuckle from you.

“Alright, ghostbuster, would you like a tour of this manor?” You asked, making Jungkook’s eyes light up, nodding enthusiastically. “Finish your drink, and I’ll show you around. When we’re done,I’ll leave it up to you to decide whether or not this house is haunted,” you said, making him smile.

“Deal, but I do want a selfie with a ghost,” Jungkook jokes. You stifle a smile in response as you watch him down the rest of his drink.

“Oh, wow- I can see why this place would scare someone though,” Jungkook gasped as he followed you up the grand staircase that led into the hallway where the bedrooms were. “So if I opened the door to one of these rooms, would I see a spirit?” He asked playfully, earning a nudge from you.

Just as Jungkook laughed, a flash of lightning illuminated the second floor of the manor. He swore he saw someone behind you, just a shadow, but it wasn’t yours.

He immediately dismissed it.

“Scared yet?” You teased, making Jungkook glare at you.

“Here,” you said, handing him a bottle of liquor. “Take another sip of courage.” Jungkook grabs the bottle from you and takes a long swig, making him shudder. He would never get used to that burning sensation but at least it soothed his nerves.

“Okay, I’ll say this- this place is quite creepy,” Jungkook said as you guided him along the first floor and to another set of stairs.

“Come on, we haven’t even gotten to the best part,” you said as you climbed up another set of stairs, only for Jungkook to grab your wrist slowly.

“Wait, can I walk ahead?” He asked–showing off a bit–, waiting for you to tease him, but you just smiled at him.

“Are you scared?” You asked. There was no humour in your tone. You were honestly concerned.

“Spooked,” Jungkook admitted, and you smiled at him.

“Sorry. Why don’t we take a little break? We can relax in my room. It’s a lot less creepy,” you said, making him nod.

There was something so eerie about the hallways in this house, almost as if someone was lying in wait, ready to pounce at any point and drag him into the shadows…where he would meet a slow and painful death.

Jungkook’s grave thoughts are interrupted when you grab his hand and guide him to your room. He flinched at the contact because your skin was painfully cold to the touch…but then again, the entire house felt frigid. He thought that maybe you needed to sit in front of the fireplace or something to warm up but judging by the light clothing you had on, it looked like you were already used to the house’s arctic nature. You did live here, after all.

“Here,” you said, letting go of Jungkook’s hand as you opened your bedroom door. You let him in first and turned around to close the door behind you, not bothering to lock it.

“Yeah, this room is a lot more, I guess, bright?” Jungkook said, not knowing what to say. He wanted to say that this was the only room in the house that didn’t look insidious or scary. You walked closer to him, placing your hand on his back. He recoiled slightly but relaxed when he turns to face you.

“It’s okay to admit that you’re scared. I wouldn’t judge. Not at all. My first three months in this house, it was hell. I’d stay awake all night and wait ‘til broad daylight to get some sleep. But you get used to it, you know,” you shrug Hearing that gave Jungkook a small sense of comfort.

“Why don’t you sit?” You said as you guided him to your bed, and Jungkook nodded, kicking his shoes off and sitting on your bed, wincing slightly when his wounded knee grazed your mattress.

“You okay?” You said, approaching him and standing in between his legs. Jungkook nodded, smiling at you.

Jungkook didn’t know what exactly it was, but there was something magnetic, practically hypnotic, about you. He first felt it when you touched his back when he fell, and it never went away. You were drawing him in, and for some reason, Jungkook felt at ease. It wasn’t like you had wings, devil horns, or fangs. You were just a person…with a strange job.

“I’m just going to change into something more comfortable, but why don’t you make yourself at home?” You suggested, and Jungkook nodded as he settled further into your bed, allowing the soft sheets to caress his skin.

Jungkook fished out his phone to message Jimin and update him. He did breathe out a sigh of relief when he saw that his phone hadn’t mysteriously died upon setting foot into the house. That would usually happen in all horror movies.

Jungkook shot Jimin a text with his location, replied to a few other messages, and sent Jimin a selfie and a quick note about how you helped him out. Jimin replied, ‘use protection,’ making him chuckle as he placed his phone on your bedside table.

When you emerge from the bathroom, Jungkook nearly chokes at the sight of you.

“Y-you’re glowing…you know that?” Jungkook stutters, and you smile at him.

“What?” You asked, laughing as you climbed into the bed sitting inches away from Jungkook.

“You have this glow around you. Literally, like an angel, a halo if you will,” Jungkook said, and you rolled your eyes at him.

“I’m guessing that yo’re single? Your pickup game is pretty weak,” you teased, and Jungkook pouted at you.

“Hey!” He scoffed.

“It’s true, I am single, but that wasn’t a pickup line! I was merely stating a fact,” he said, and you smiled, inching closer to him.

Jungkook was painfully aware of the fact that your version of changing was simply removing your hoodie, leaving you in your tight tank top and leggings that hugged every inch of your legs. You weren’t wearing a bra, he could tell.

He tried to be a gentleman, but he was only human. Your hardened nipples were poking through your shirt, and Jungkook wanted to latch his lip around them while his hand played with the other.

“Then tell me…what is your game like?” You asked, your voice low, and he smiled at you.

“I don’t talk a lot. I prefer to show,” he said, staring directly at you, making you smile at him.

“Show?” You cocked an eyebrow, playing along with him.

“I can demonstrate…if you like?” Jungkook asked, and you nodded.

“May I?” He asked, and you nodded, yelping slightly as Jungkook wrapped his arm around you and pulled you onto his lap. “You’re so cold,” he said as he wrapped his arm around your waist, his fingers moving to inch up your tank top slightly and settling on your skin.

“I guess you’ll have to warm me up?” You said, making him smirk.

“And here you are saying my pull game is weak?” Jungkook teased, earning a playful frown from you, and laughed.

“Fuck, Y/N! If I start, I don’t think I’ll be able to stop,” Jungkook said, and you smiled at him.

“Then don’t stop,” you whispered, and Jungkook groaned as you moved to place a soft kiss on his neck.

“Fuck- shouldn’t I at least take you out on a date or something first?” He asked, and you smiled, sitting on his lap.

“You wanted to pay me back for fixing up your knee? This can be it,” you said, and Jungkook grinned.

“Fuck, I came here with the intent of taking a selfie with a ghost,” Jungkook joked as he pulled you in closer, and you laughed.

“Well, just say you fucked one,” you joked as he laughed along with you.

“Come here, let me show you how grateful I am,” Jungkook said as he pulled you in for a kiss, and you moaned, immediately kissing him back with his lips gently massaging yours. He moved away when he felt you tug at his shirt and lifted his arms, allowing you to take off his top.

“So good,” you mewled as you took in his body. His abs seemed to trail down endlessly. Jungkook smirked before pulling you back in for a kiss, this one more desperate, making you moan. He took it as an opportunity to slip his tongue into your mouth, deepening the kiss.

His hands moved to the hem of your tank top, and he yanked it,off your body, exposing your breasts to him.

“Fucking hell, your tits are amazing,” Jungkook moaned in approval as he wrapped his lips around your hardened nipple, while his other hand massaged your other breast.

“May I?” he asked, as his hand slithered down to your cunt.

“Fuck- Jungkook, please,” you begged, and he shamelessly smirked at your state. He pushed you off his lap and onto the bed, laying you on your back. Jungkook’s hands went to your leggings and pulled them off along with your panties, groaning and moaning when he felt how wet you were.

“Fuck, all this for me?” Jungkook asked, making you sigh in pleasure. His hands trailed up your thigh and stopped, spreading your legs apart further, laying down between them. You could feel his breath on your cunt, and it didn’t help that he gently blew on your cunt, making you buck your pussy into his face.

Jungkook gripped your thighs tighter and pulled you close, his nose hitting your clit making you moan at the touch.

He moved his mouth to wrap around your cunt, sliding his tongue up and down your folds. He was listening to your moans, waiting to see when his tongue would meet the spot that would have you cumming. Your thighs started thrashing in his grip, and he figured that he found the perfect place.

He moved and wrapped his lips around your clit, his tongue jutting out and harshly flicking at your clit. Your hands went to his hair, knotting themselves in his soft curls. Jungkook slipped two fingers into your cunt, moved them in and out of you making your walls tighten at the onslaught.

“Fuck- Jungkook! So good,” you breathed out. Jungkook hummed into your pussy, the vibrations making you clench even tighter. He enjoyed the praise, always eager to please. He kept moving his mouth, sucking and flicking your clit, while his tattooed fingers continued to pump in and out of your pussy.

You felt something snap, and you pulled at Jungkook’s hair. You fell apart on his tongue and fingers. He wasted no time lapping up your release.

It was almost inhuman how quickly you undid Jungkook’s trousers and shrugged them off. Within seconds your lips were wrapped around his cock.

Jungkook was thick, and your hands wrapped around the remainder of his length as you took him and started to suck him. He let out a sound that sounded like a mix between a low growl and a strangled whimper as you continued to suck him.

You grazed your nails along his thighs and he let out a shaky breath, bucking his length into your throat, making you gag slightly. You hollow your cheeks and bobbed your neck up and down his length, sucking and licking until you felt him still, releasing in your mouth.

Jungkook couldn’t get enough of you. His eyes drank you in; his mouth was desperate to taste you again. He approached you and lifted your legs, placing them on his shoulder, his mouth immediately finding your cunt.

Jungkook dove straight in, his thick tongue flicking against your swollen clit. Your hands made their way into his hair. He pushed in three fingers this time and it didn’t take much before you came on his tongue. Jungkook lapped at your release while you whimpered in oversensitivity.

“Let me kiss it better?” Jungkook offered.

You rolled your eyes at him, “Just fucking do something.”

Jungkook smirked as he dove straight in. Again. He started by running his tongue along your folds, moaning at the taste. He gently grazed his teeth against your clit, making you buck your face against his mouth. He wrapped his lips around your clit and sucked while his tongue constantly ran over your swollen clit.

“More,” you begged as your head fell back into the bed. Jungkook complied and slipped three fingers inside you as you moaned at the stretch.

Jungkook moved his three fingers against the inside of your pussy and kept hitting against the rough patch of the skin. His tongue kept running over your clit while his three fingers thrust in and out of you at a fast pace.

“Fuck! Jungkook, I want to cum,” you whimpered as he kept fingering and licking you. Jungkook moved his fingers faster, and you felt your orgasm wash over you, your thighs threatening to snap shut around Jungkook’s head.

“Mm?” He looked up and smirked when he saw how fucked out you looked. Jungkook helped you ride out your orgasm with his fingers and tongue, and you were practically mewling as you tugged on his hair. He loved knowing that he could do that with just his tongue.

Jungkook rubbed his cock against your wet folds several times and then pushed in. “Fuck,” you hissed. “Fuck you’re tight,” Jungkook groaned.

You hissed as the stretch was quite intense after three orgasms, but he felt so good. “Move,” you whispered, and that’s all it took for Jungkook to lift your legs and place them on his shoulders, allowing him to hit deeper inside you.

His thrusts were rough, and each time he would withdraw only to push back harder and deeper.

Jungkook’s thrusts started to get more uneven as he closed in on his orgasm. He reached down and rubbed at your swollen clit, making you cum around his cock. Not long after, he came inside you, making you moan at the feeling of him pulsing and spurting into you.

He removed your legs from his shoulder and moved down your body. Jungkook’s mouth found your cunt, as he licked his cum out of you, making you orgasm yet again. You whimpered, tugging at his hair and pulling him up to hold you.

You came around his tongue whimpering in pleasure, but Jungkook wasn’t done. He got off his knees and pulled you into his arms. Your back was pressed against his chest, and he spread your legs wide open as he trailed two fingers down to your cunt.

He slipped his fingers into your cunt and started pumping. Jungkook wasted no time. He had one goal: to make you cum as many times as humanly possible.

“Fuck,” you whined as you grabbed his tattooed arm. Jungkook moaned as he sucked on your neck. You felt your vision fade as you came hard and practically snapped your legs shut and curled into Jungkook’s embrace.

“Fuck, that was-” you stopped speaking when you saw you had squirted all over his hands. “That was fucking hot,” Jungkook said as he pulled you closer to him.

“Happy Halloween, I guess?” Jungkook said, laughing, making you smile as he pulled you into his arms. “Fuck- so good,” you said, curling into his chest and placing soft kisses on them.

Jungkook found your kisses intoxicating. They were making him dizzy, but maybe that was just a testament to how good your kisses were. You smirked triumphantly when you noticed that he, like many, fell into a deep sleep when you pulled your lips away from him.

And he would stay that way for a while.

“This fucking moron,” Jimin cursed as he got out of his car. It had been a day since Jungkook left on his stupid adventure. He hadn’t called or returned home since telling Jimin that he was with a female who kept him occupied.

The fact remained, he willingly entered an alleged haunted house. Anything could have happened to him…

Jimin stepped out of his car and glanced at the manor suspiciously. Why would anyone in their right mind ever venture into this house that was beyond eerie and looked like it was straight out of the multiple horror movies Jungkook frequently watched.

The thick fog made it hard to see, but he swore that the ground he was walking on was smooth until he tripped. While Jimin was prone to falling off most objects, the ground was even, so why did he stumble and graze his knee, and why did it almost feel like he was pushed? He looked around but saw no one.

Jimin shook his head, cursing when he saw his knee bleeding. He hissed in pain as he got up on his feet, only to jump in fear when he felt a hand on his back.

“Hi,” a small voice spoke from behind him, the voice filling the silence of the forest, and Jimin swore his heart nearly stopped. Maybe this wasn’t such a good idea, and perhaps he could go on with the rest of his life without wondering if Jungkook was fucked and killed by a demon.

“Fuck!” Jimin yelled, panting hard as he placed his hand over his chest to steady his erratic heartbeat.

“Jesus, who are you?” Jimin asked you. There was something about you, he thought. Something ethereal and angelic. It was almost as if you were glowing. However, he didn’t dwell on it for too long. It was a forest, and it was foggy. It could have just been his eyes.

“Y/N,” you said, and Jimin nodded slowly.

“Are you following me or something? Who else would come to the Hill Manor?” Jungkook asked, staring at you, and you let out a soft laugh that Jimin could have sworn sounded like music, like a choir of angels singing. But there was a hint of something more sinister in your laughter. Again, Jimin didn’t dwell on it for too long. After all, ghosts didn’t exist for him.

“I manage the Hill Manor, so I feel like I should be asking you what you’re doing here. Anyway, what’s your name?” You asked, and Jimin smiled, replying.

“Jimin.”

You smiled, blushing.

“You must be Jungkook’s friend. Jungkook described you so well and spoke about you nonstop,” you lied.

“He’s- uh, recovering. Why don’t you come in, and I’ll get you a band-aid for your knee?” You suggested continuing your lie, and Jimin nodded.

You seemed harmless, and you smirked as Jimin followed you into the manor. You did the same thing with Jimin, flirted, fixed his grazed knee, and planted a soft kiss on his cheek, saying how good of a friend he was, and that was enough.

If a man kissed you, they’d be fine. But if you initiated the kiss on any part of their body, that was when they would fall under your spell, enraptured, bound, and kept.

The first step was to establish some physical contact, and you did that by pushing the men down the minute they stepped towards the manor.

Then you would appear. Act as a regular Florence Nightingale and try to heal their wounds, and then, once you are done, you would make them fall deeper with each touch.

And with every touch, the poor souls would forget why they were ever in the manor to begin with.

All they’d know is that they wanted to spend their time in the manor ravaging you, and you would let them, gladly.

And when you were done with that, you would kiss them. A final kiss, a kiss which had the magic to put them to sleep as you moved them into another room.

A room where all your lovers and conquests would stay, be well fed and taken care of. But they could never leave, and if they tried, then you shuddered to think what would happen. You hated to ever kill one of those handsome, gullible men.

Which is precisely what you thought when you moved Jimin to his private room. He could never leave, but only you could enter. There were seven rooms in the house for this purpose, and you would take your sweet time filling them.

It made you laugh at times. All the signs were there, the old whiskey, the portrait that had your face on it.

It was your manor. You ruled it and haunted it.

You were left heartbroken by a man once—well, several centuries ago. But with the perks of being an immortal and a succubus, you decided that you would get rid of the wings, and the tail, and adopt a more modern look and lure men in.

No man was ever going to leave you, you’d ensure it. You smirked as you locked Jimin’s door and checked in on Jungkook as he was still sound asleep. You knew he had five other friends, and one by one, you will capture them all and keep them.

Had they been wise, they would have paid attention to the rumours because, indeed, there was no way to leave once you entered this house. They were all yours.

“All mine,” you said, caressing Jungkook’s soft face as you closed his door and took his phone to message his friend Taehyung. And once he texted that he was once his way, all you had to do was quietly wait by the forest, trip him up, and you’d have another one.

In the end, you could say, “Finally, they’re all mine.”

#jungkook #jungkook x yn #jungkook x you #jungkook oneshot #jungkook fanfic #jungkook smut #jungkook angst #indigo writes #mine: jjk fic #jungkook imagine #bts fanfic #bts smut #btscarnivalnet #bts fanfction #bts imagines #bts one shot #nightmaresofmysticmanor

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catty-words · 3 years ago

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okay, no one asked, but before i start rewatching the actual season two, my pitch for the ideal season two (pt. 1 of 2 because this got long) -

2.01 “…had dating prospects”

- keep most everything up to the making of the pros and cons list, save for the mohan voicemail

- we follow that up with a scene in dr. ryan’s office, where dr. ryan is like “devi, i wasn’t expecting to see you back, but i’m hoping the fact that you are means you’ve talked with your mom.” “yeah,” devi says. “she insisted i bring you this.” [sets new tiny vase on the table] [dr. ryan’s chuffed] “while i appreciate that, i do hope that’s not all you discussed.”

- and then devi tries to brush off the india move and the fact that they released mohan’s ashes in favor of asking dr. ryan who she thinks devi should date. to which dr. ryan is reasonably like “devi, you can date whoever you want, but please just don’t ignore your emotions about a big potential change in your life.” and devi gets all defensive and says “i’m obviously better now, i don’t have to worry about that.” [ominous music cue]

- then we get parallel scenes where, obviously more affected by dr. ryan’s words than she wants to be, devi brings up the fact that she’s moving soon and can’t have anything too serious with both ben and paxton. ben can keep his wonderfully obnoxious line about having access to a pj, and paxton would shrug and be like “we can just hang out, that’s cool.”

- kamala and devi see nalini off to the airport, and devi’s talking up how cool it’s going to be that they have the house to themselves and “let’s turn on the air conditioning tonight!!”

- at home, with the air conditioning running, kamala has her skype call with prashant (the bones of her storyline would stay the same, no notes)

- we end with devi having a nightmare about being on a plane with her mom only for her mom to have a heart attack while sitting right next to her. she wakes, sweaty and gasping, and we would pan out to see the unused grief journal sitting on her desk.

2.02 “…been an insomniac”

- next morning, devi attempts to broach the subject with kamala, but in a talking-around-it kind of way like “so. you flew here from india kinda recently. the flight was, like, super safe, right?” but kamala’s too preoccupied with lab stuff to really engage

- still needing comfort, devi runs into ben at their lockers before class and brings up that she didn’t sleep very well the night before. “spoiled by the accommodations at my place, huh?” he’d ask, and they’d have a cute little round of banter that ends with them holding hands on the way off to class and some mcenroe narration that’s like “dr. ryan was totally wrong. devi wasn’t ignoring her emotional needs at all.” [catch me looking into the camera like i’m on the office]

- we see nalini arrive in india, and it more-or-less goes the same way as in canon, no notes

- hallway/atrium scene where we establish fabiola’s conflict over identity for the season with eve. maybe they’re having a cute, happy conversation until they sit down at the couches with eve’s friends and fabiola gets visibly less comfortable in her own skin as she tries to head off to her robotics meeting and eve’s friends mock it

- devi’s heading home for the day and is intercepted by paxton, who offers her a ride that she obviously accepts. he asks her how long she has before the move, and they get to talking about what it’s like to not feel connected at all to a place that’s supposedly so important to your identity, which makes devi a little morose until paxton says, “at least no matter what, we’ll always belong here in sunny socal.” and she’s like “wait, you think i belong here?” and paxton shrugs and is like “no one does YOLO better than you, devi.” which is, like, the most romantic thing devi’s ever heard.

- smash cut to nalini feeling very much disconnected in india, but then, of course, finding comfort in nirmala

- we get a scene where prashant contacts kamala, who’s stuck working late in the lab and that storyline rolls on

- meanwhile, devi has another nightmare and wakes up distressed once again. we see her pace her room until her eyes fall on the pros and cons board. happy for the distraction, she snatches up her notecards and marker and adds a pro each to the board: KNOWS HOW TO MAKE ME LAUGH for ben and MAKES ME FEEL LIKE I BELONG for paxton

- next morning, nalini brings home nirmala and the news that they’re not moving

2.03 “…been to a crush-crashed sleepover”

- deciding they need to celebrate that devi’s not leaving, fab and el pitch a classic gang slumber party. devi’s hesitant at first because what if she wakes them up when she has another nightmare and everyone starts treating her like a bomb about to go off again? then again, maybe being surrounded by her girls will keep her calm and distracted and she’ll sleep like a rock

- scene with fabiola and eve, where fab brings up the sleepover and eve is like ‘oooh, what if i crashed?’ and fabiola starts to panic about the possibility of her mom and eve interacting

- back at the vishwakumar house, nimala has unearthed mohan’s tennis bet ledger, fondly referred to by him as the Vishwakumar Serve. “oh, my god, where did you find that?” devi asks, coming to sit by nirmala on the couch and reaching out to gingerly trace her dad’s handwriting on an entry where he bet her a mall day with fab and el that she couldn’t best him in a game. “it wasn’t hard, kanna, there are several labeled boxes in the garage full of his stuff.” the news is clearly a shock to devi, but even as she casts a look over at the door to the garage, she doesn’t move for it

- at fabiola’s house, we get a scene where fab tells her mom about the sleepover, and trying to be a hashtag Supportive Mother, elise starts asking all these questions about where they’re sleeping and it’s totally fine if fab has the girls over but maybe leave the bedroom door open at all times and fab is like “oh, my god, mom, i’m not dating devi or eleanor they both have boyfriends” and then, thinking of devi’s situation, adds “kind of.” to which elise nods sagely and is like “i know about they/thems” and fabiola perishes from embarrassment.

- it’s once again therapy time! devi brings up that she can’t sleep and dr. ryan should probably prescribe her some ativan or xanex to help out with that. and dr. ryan’s of course like, “devi, i’m not writing you a prescription. let’s talk about the reason you’re having trouble sleeping, instead.” to which devi’s like “i dunno. guess it probably has something to do with the nightmares.” and dr. ryan brings up maybe writing them down in her grief journal, like asking her dad for the comfort he always used to provide, but devi’s like “nah, doc, we’re past that, remember?” [dr. ryan frown of disapproval]

- as devi’s leaving the session, she checks her phone to see two texts: one from paxton asking if she wants to come hang at the garage for video game night and one from ben asking if she wants to compare notes on the gatsby reading for english. she definitely considers taking one of them up on it for a beat, but then texts them both back that she already has plans to sleepover fabiola’s (you know what that is? growth.)

- at said sleepover, the girlies are in fabiola’s room. fab’s painting devi’s nails sherman oaks high colors while she runs lines with eleanor. they’ve hung up a banner in the corner that says ‘happy homecoming’ but the coming has been crossed out to instead read homestaying.

- while this adorable tableau is unfolding, we hear a tapping at the window. a wild paxton appears! with an eve clinging to his back because he just gave her the world’s most perilous piggyback ride up the tree outside fab’s bedroom window. “what happened to video game night?” devi wants to know, throwing open the window. and paxton shrugs “trent and marcus went on a food run, and I didn’t really feel like helping them pick what trent’s gonna shove whole into his mouth. so here i am.” hashtag romance, cue the swooning.

- across the room, fabiola’s not giving eve nearly as warm a welcome. she’s all “i told you not to come!!” and eve’s like “i just scaled a building on paxton hall-yoshida’s shoulders can we please appreciate how iconic that is?” and fabiola, though still fretting, is forced to concede this point. if she had an instagram, she’d totally post about this

- eleanor, now a fifth wheel but spirits not easily dampened, suggests they sneak some alcohol from fab’s parents’ stash and play some spicy truth or dare. she volunteers herself to get the alcohol because even considering it makes fabiola guilt-spiral. eve helps! we get a cute scene of them evading elise and eve being like “haven’t i seen that woman before? isn’t she at, like, a million school events?” to which eleanor would be like “yeah, she’s a pta queen”

- while they’re gone, paxton points to the sign and is like. “so what’s that about?” and devi’s like “oh yeah, i’m not moving. surprise!” and paxton blinks and then gets this soft as heck smile going. “cool.”

- [imagine the kids being cute and silly and a little cringe while playing truth or dare here]

- anyway, the boys eventually start blowing up paxton’s phone so he leaves the slumber party with a kiss and a “glad you’re staying” and shortly after, fabiola’s like “okay, eve, your turn to go before my mom sees you here”

- which is of course the exact moment elise comes in with snacks and is like “who’s this?” and eleanor and devi giggle in the corner while fabiola suffers through the embarrassment of getting scolded in front of her girlfriend and THEN having to endure the pain of elise getting too enthusiastic about finally meeting eve

- throw in a scene where the girlies chat sleepily in the dark and devi fighting falling asleep because she doesn’t want to have a nightmare (spoiler alert: she does not succeed, either in resisting sleep or sleeping nightmare free)

- we end the episode with devi paying ben a visit, because if paxton knows she’s staying now, it’s only fair to let ben know, too. he wraps her up in this huge hug and is like “oh, thank god. flying actually makes me really uncomfortable.” and devi shakes her head and is like “wealth is wasted on you.” to which he shoots back, “give it a week as my official girlfriend, and i promise you won’t be complaining about how i utilize my wealth” *winky face* and she laughs, but then it dawns on her ... oh, my god, devi has two boyfriends!

2.04 “…been under scrutiny”

- we open with the girlies debriefing in devi’s room. she ping-pongs from excitement to anxiety over the fact that she’s dating two people, and fab and el are like “obviously you can’t actually do that, you have to choose. let’s consult the board again!” but no matter how hard they look for a solution, devi remains steadfastly torn. she decides it’s not actually wrong of her to date them both for a week, so long as she picks one after that. [fab and el facepalm in unison]

- cue montage! it probably looks similar to the canon montage from 2.02, but with flashes of devi returning to her list to add new notecards with pros/cons

- the day before devi’s week is up, nirmala brings home none other than aneesa and noor, who she got chatting to at the home depot. they’re new in town and wouldn’t you know it? aneesa’s starting at devi’s school maybe devi can show her around! wouldn’t that be lovely? finally, some desi friends! [live devi reaction: 🤨]

- at the same time devi’s meeting aneesa, nalini’s having a run-in with dr. jackson (you’re on thin freaking ice mr. common sir, but i do like what this storyline does for exploring nalini’s grief so.) probably he makes an obnoxious comment about her very expensive and desirable roster, which she pretends to ignore but he can tell he’s gotten a rise out of her anyway and they have this moment of intense eye contact that leaves nalini a little shook

- what the heck, we’ll make the title apply to all three of our leading ladies and make this hypothetical episode also contain a continuation of the kamala storyline where we officially meet her lab partners, who are lazy and lording the possibility of meeting dr. peters over kamala’s head to get her to do all the work

- back at the vishwakumar house, devi and aneesa are in devi’s room, having an uncomfortably polite get-to-know-you conversation. devi learns that aneesa is sporty and is like “hmm, can’t relate” and aneesa learns that devi loves riverdale and is like “ah, i like my television to actually make sense :/” and all the while, the cork board looms in the background

- devi meets up with aneesa the next morning and they head inside with some uneasy small talk. on the way to the guidance office to get aneesa’s schedule and locker assignment, they pass trent, who’s like “yo, devi, this another hot cousin of yours?” which of course makes devi grumpy. aneesa smiles and giggles.

- they find out that english is the only class they have together, so devi promises to meet her there later, flashing aneesa and thumbs up and saying “good luck” before straight-up ditching her

- kamala has her big discovery while the other guys are planning their next karaoke night. main lab nerd man dismisses the work.

- back at the school, it’s english class time! mr. kulkarni my beloved!! him and aneesa bond over soccer while devi watches jealously

- in a ooh, foreshadowing move, the class is discussing why it’s so important to gatsby that daisy disavow her attachment to tom and ben is super on gatsby’s side but devi passionately argues that not even the narrative endorses this

- they have an intense after-class moment, which aneesa witnesses, and she’s like “oh my god! you didn’t tell me you had a boyfriend that’s really cool!” and ben looks all dopey and hearteyes when he says, no small trace of irony, “oh, yeah, that’s devi. the coolest.” and we get a “shut up, ben!” because this is my dream season and you can’t stop me

- at work, we see nalini leaving for the day, and she’s listening to the eight separate voicemails nirmala has left her over the course of the workday and mr. common sneaks up out of nowhere to say “dr. vishwakumar in a smiling mood? it’s a good look for you.” flustered nalini? also a very good look

- in the school parking lot, aneesa catches up with our girl gang, and fabiola and eleanor are asking polite questions about aneesa’s first day while devi’s noticing everyone else notice and whisper about aneesa. and then paxton comes by and is like “i heard a rumor you’re an evil twin?” and as devi’s getting all worked up, paxton steals a kiss and is like “don’t sweat it, vishwakumar. evil twins are always hotter than the good ones.”

- and aneesa, sweet and innocent aneesa, blurts “wait, i thought you were dating that ben kid” at the exact moment shira and zoe are passing their little group

- we end the episode on devi’s expression of dawning comprehension that she’s screwed

2.05 “…been the new kid”

- whaaat? aneesa-centric episode? yes, i think so. narrated by megan fox because that feels right for some reason.

- we kick off before aneesa’s first day at sherman oaks, getting the classic mirror-shot narrator introduction/monologue

- as the day unfolds, we see aneesa getting uncomfortable with how interested everyone is in her arrival. unlike the cool and collected person we see from devi’s POV, we get the sense that aneesa’s actually really shy. this manifests in her agreeing with/saying some contradictory things to various cliques just to blend in. (whaaat? aneesa has an unstable sense of self and her and devi might find common ground about it later? yes, i think so.)

- we also see how devi looks interacting with both ben and paxton from an outside perspective, and that distance makes it hard to see all the anxiety and grief and genuine affection that goes into her choice to date them both. it seems like she’s enthusiastically leading two people on.

- back at aneesa’s house, we get a scene between aneesa and noor, where we learn that aneesa’s transferred because of bullying re: eating disorder. the mother-daughter relationship is full of tension and love. (whaaat? aneesa having a complicated relationship with her mother like devi, something else they might find common ground about later? yes, i think so.)

- noor shuttles aneesa off to therapy, where she talks about how she might have already messed up her fresh chance and her therapist is like “instead of punishing yourself for this, i urge you to tell this devi how you’re feeling.” which is advice aneesa totally ignores (whaaat? …i’m not gonna do the bit again you guys get it)

- we end the episode with aneesa sitting awake in her bed, logging her food for the day in a journal and stressing about what the next day will bring

#never have i ever #mayhap i am obsessed with the hypothetical 2.04 i’ve proposed and what about it?#catty's perpetual nhie rewatch

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imagines-r-s · 4 years ago

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The Irony of Soulmates

Chapter 4 : Love is Blindness // Jack White

What happens when soulmates and mobs collide? An already messed up world combined with the idea of a person set to be perfect for you, something is bound to go wrong. When soulmates are brought into the world of the three most powerful mobs in London, what will happen? This is all bound for destruction, but love appears in the most ironic ways sometimes.

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warnings: makeout (kinda), mentions of anxiety

a/n: sorry that this took so long!! i don’t really know how i feel about this chapter to be honest but yolo

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Both Tom and you were well aware that there were so many ways that this could go wrong, how this could all lead to something terrible. Both of you had always been taught from a young age, that sometimes you have to make sacrifices to keep yourself happy and your soulmate safe. Many people would simply interpret that as ‘don’t do something that would cause your soulmate harm’, but for anyone in your line of work, it simply meant ‘give up any hope of love because it can be seen as weakness’.

Before you found out that your soulmate was Tom, you had taken the time to consider and realize that your soulmate was better off; but since you found out that your soulmate was Tom, you wanted things to work out, you wanted to be with the person you had been in love with before your life fell apart, and most importantly, you just wanted to be happy.

“So are you going to tell me what just happened? Because, maybe I need contacts, but if my eyes are in check, I think I just saw you and Tom kissing?” Z said, breaking the silence that had been made for most of the ride back home. “I got the drive. Tom’s soulmate mark is a crescent moon,” you stated, still somewhat in shock from the events that had just taken place.

“Wait, so you mean to tell me, you and Holland are soulmates?”

“That would be correct.”

“I always figured. You two have been in love with each other since you were like 10,” Z smirked when you stayed silent. “You know just because of all the circumstances doesn’t mean you two won’t work out. “

“I don’t know, Z. I don’t- I don’t want to lose him again.”

“I know, love, I know.”

The ride home remained silent as both of you were worn out from the week before. You didn’t even want to think about what Harrison would think of all this, and you didn’t want to find out anytime soon. Once you got back home, you quickly took off your uncomfortable heels and dress, before doing your hair and washing your face.

Tom, on the other hand, was just as shocked, but it was showing. Once he watched you get into the limo, he made his way back into the mansion. The party was still going on, but more people had left. Sam and Harry were anxiously waiting for the return of their older brother, as soon as they saw him, they went straight towards him.

“Are you ok?”

“What happened?” Sam and Harry exclaimed simultaneously throwing Tom’s already confused mental state into even more of a loop. Tom couldn’t comprehend the events that had taken place only moments before. “Tom, are you ok? Harry, get him some water.”

“Yeah, yeah, I’m okay. Uh, she’s my soulmate,” Tom said, still unsure of himself. “Everyone knew that you two would be soulmates, even Mom and Dad. So, not surprised, but we did see that kiss,” Harry said, smirking. Tom simply smiled, “yeah, she said you two would make fun of me.”

“You should ask her if she wants to come over for an After Gala movie night, that way you two can get your stuff figured out and we can keep the tradition,” Sam said to Tom. “I don’t know about that one, but if it’s okay with you two I might ask,” Tom chuckled when both of them nodded their head quickly.

Tommy

the boys want to know if you want to come over for a movie night?

y/n

the boys? or you?

Tommy

is both applicable?

y/n

i would have to sneak out, but can you pick me up. same spot as usual

Tommy

yeah of course

“She said that she’d come, but I have to pick her up once everyone clears out of the Gala,” Tom told the boys, whose smile only grew, “Is the theatre room cleaned up?” The twins’ smile faltered and shook their heads no. “Well, when I leave make sure you clean it up.”

Tom waited anxiously until the Gala ended, changing into a more casual pair of clothes, and shotting you a text saying that he was on his way to pick you up. He made a point to play music to try and drown out his thoughts, after all this time, he would be able to see you, have an actual conversation with you, but you’d also have to discuss the soulmate situation that had come to light.

You were hesitant about seeing the twins and Tom, again. You missed what used to be, but you were hopeful that things might be ok at some point. As soon as you got the text saying that Tom was outside, you almost decided to simply back out and just stay in for the rest of the night, but you couldn’t avoid him forever.

You quietly made your way downstairs, not expecting to hear Z’s voice boom through the hallways, “and where do you think you’re going, young lady?”

“I’m not a young lady and I have to go to the post office, so if you’ll excuse me,” you said, making your way towards the door. “Tell Tom I said hi, and yes, I’ll cover for you. Be back by 2,” you simply smiled and blew a kiss towards her.

You made your way towards the gate, using a key you had made before to sneak out, heading towards Tony and Pepper’s house that was right outside of your mansion, to see Tom’s black Lamborghini.

Once he saw you, he unlocked the doors to let you in,” you were really subtle bringing the Lambo, Tommy. Also, I felt bad about taking the drive, so I brought you a drawing of a smiley face to make up for it. ” He chuckled at your comment, “ a drawing of a smiley face? Of course. And yeah, I know you were always one for subtlety, I just thought to myself ‘what would y/n do?’”

“You still kept my playlists I see?” you immediately recognized the songs that were playing, as you had told Tom about them since his music taste was so bland. “Yes, of course. You still like to take the back roads?” You simply nodded in response.

Tom couldn’t help but smile when he heard you lightly singing the words to the song. “Hey, Tom. Are we going to talk about this whole soulmate thing or? Are we going to ignore it?”

“Well, I think that the only thing we need to know is if we are willing to try and make it work? Or if we want to just push feelings that we’ve had for years away just because of the stupid ideology we grew up with?”

“I-I don’t know, Tom.”

“Just think about it, we have time, darling” before you knew it, you had pulled into the Holland mansion. Exiting the car and grabbing the bag that had your phone and charger in it, you made your way inside. Taking in the familiar mansion in front of you, you assumed that the twins would be in the theatre room, “I guess some things never change, you both are still the same hot messes I knew before,” their heads snapped towards the door to see you. “And I see you still find a way to make fun of us,” Harry said. “We’ve missed you, a lot actually.”

You assumed that there would be all this awkwardness and forced conversation between the three of you, but you all fell back into a comfortable conversation as if nothing had happened between any of you. Tom was taken aback when he entered the theatre room and saw the three of you on the verge of a food fight, that he had witnessed and had to clean up so many times. “Children, please keep the food in their respectful places. I guess some things never change.”

All three of you mumbled a quick sorry before sitting down to pick the movie. Tom and you were somewhat separated from the twins, but still close enough to where you could keep a conversation, if you wanted.

Throughout the movies, you were having a hard time keeping your mind in the right spot. You knew nothing about this was right. You were betraying Haz, you were betraying your family name, you were betraying all ideals you had ever since tragedy hit your life, but at the same time, you were happy to be with old friends, to be with your soulmate. You had taken the time to build these walls, yet they were about to fall down simply because of a matching mark on your skin.

Once the movie was over, you talked with everyone for a while, taking what time you had to catch up and make up for the lost time. When it got too late, Tom told the boys he’d take you home. “Did you have fun tonight?” you simply nodded in response, causing Tom to grow concerned, “are you ok?”

“I can’t do this. This can’t be a thing.” Tom felt his heart break at your words, “but-”

“Tom, this is the ultimate betrayal to anything we’ve been raised on. Treason to our families, disloyalty on our family name, we can’t. I thought, maybe, this could work out, but it obviously can’t. No one can know and this can’t keep happening,” Tom watched as your expression turn cold, he knew that something was going through your head, but he simply started the car and made his way back to your house. “Why are you so scared?”

You scoffed, “I’m not scared.” It was his turn to scoff, “if you aren’t scared, then tell me y/n, what is stopping you from trying to make things work? Why aren’t you taking a risk? A chance?”

He turned to you as he heard no response from you, watching the single tear roll down your face. “I’m not scared.”

“Whatever you say, y/n,” he simply kept driving, “here, you’re home.”

“Tom,-”

“No, don’t Tom me, did that kiss mean anything? Did anything from tonight mean anything?” you kept your eyes trained on the floor, causing him to grab your chin to force you to look at him. “It meant everything, that’s why I can’t do this,” your voice became small during your confession. “Talk to me, y/n. Why are you scared?”

“Because if I lose you too, I don’t think I’d be okay. I’ve lost almost everyone else and I-I don’t want you to be my weak spot, I don’t want- want harm to come to you in an attempt to hurt me, I wouldn’t survive,” Tom’s eyes softened at your words. “You aren’t going to lose me, darling, I promise you that. Don’t hide from love because you’re afraid to get hurt.”

“I’m willing to try this out, but if anything happens to you, I’m done,” you stated.

“I can deal with that,” his hands held your face before his lips met yours. His lips moved down your jawline, “Tommy.” You felt him smirk into your neck, “c’mon, I have to go, I told Z I’d be home by now.” He gave you one last peck before you left.

As soon as you had snuck back in through the back door of the house, you quickly sped up to your room, only to see Z in your room, “uh, hi, Z. What’s up?”

“What’s up? That’s all you have to say after sneaking back into the house at almost 6 am when I said to be back by 2? You do know Haz is already back home and I had to lie to him, I don’t like lying to Haz, y/n.”

“I know, look I’m sorry, I got caught up.”

“Based on that hickey on your neck, I’m going to hope you don’t mean like that. But did you two figure things out?”

“I think so? We’re going to work on it.”

“Well, I’m glad, but next time a head’s up would be nice. Now, go to sleep, buttercup, you have a meeting today at 10.”

“At 10?” you shrieked. “Well, it wouldn’t be so bad, if you got here on time,” Z said, before closing your door. You smiled to yourself thinking about the night that you just had.

What you and Tom hadn’t realized was that Trevor Hughe had seen the whole event unfold at the Gala or that Corinna also sent him to watch you and Tom for the rest of the night. The twins and Z weren’t the only ones that knew about you and Tom, and the Hughes’ weren’t going to keep this information to themselves.

#mob au #mobster!tom #mob!tom x reader #mob!tom holland #mob!tom x mob!reader #tom holland #tom holland imagines #tom holland fanfic #tom holland imagine #tom holland one shot #tom holland x reader #tom holland x you #tom holland x y/n #tom holland x osterfield!reader

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thatsmyshit · 4 years ago

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Day 20 - Feb 12

Matthew and Ben had a sleepover tonight, so I spent my first ever night alone in the house! I wish I could say I did something indulgent or crazy, but I just got high, ate Hot Cheetos and did a puzzle. My ultimate favorite self care package. And ate a lot of chocolate! We're also yolo-ing dinner for Valentine's Day, so the meal plan has been tossed out for the end of week 3. What a nice feeling though to know that. It's. Okay. I'm still getting fit. I'm still mostly eating healthy. And I will still probably see results at the end of this.

I want to watch the Britney documentary but I'm afraid it's going to be too sad. I did listen to the Las Culturistas podcast on Britney and I've never felt so understood about how I personally feel about her, and the sad part we all played in her essentially losing her mind. If she had spiraled today, when the world's collective vocabulary and awareness of mental health is so much more developed, I think things would have been so different.

Anyway, got 6 hrs of sleep and did Insanity day 3. Soo much sweat.

I'm grateful for the night this picture was taken, and for Ben and all of his support, even when he's not around.

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jawritter · 5 years ago

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Two Out Of Three Aint Bad

Request: I know you said your request are open for Jensen and Dean, but can you write a Steve Carlson X Reader. I feel like he get overshadowed by Jensen a lot in the album and band. Can you make it were the reader falls for him, but he’s insecure, and she has to prove to him that she wants to be with him for him, and isn’t just trying to use to him get close to Jensen. Make it angsty, fluffy, and a little smutty. I understand if your not comfortable doing to. I just love the way u write!!! Thanks!!

Warnings: Smut, Language, Unproteced Sex, Drinking, language. I think that’s it.

Word Count: 3537

Pairings: Steve Carlson x Reader, Jensen Ackles x Steve Carlson, Jensen Ackles x Reader (not dirctly just mentioned), OFC Ashely x Reader, OFC Kasey x Reader

A/N: Okay guys. This was honestly one of the hardest Fic I’ve ever written, and it took me some convincing to actually do it. I do asked that you please keep all mean/hateful comments about this individual to yourself. The reason I wrote this fic was that it was requested, and honestly I saw no resaon upon talking to people not to. As always though feedback is gold! I do love hearing from you guys! Please don’t copy my stuff, this was also cross posted on wattpad. I hope you all enjoy!

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“Come on y/n! It will be fun!” Kasey begs on the other end of the phone, she’d been on you for days about getting out and having some fun for your birthday.

Now it was said night, and you had been avoiding her call all day successfully, well, until she called from someone else’s phone, and you answered like a jackass.

You were currently facepalming yourself.

You didn’t even get a hello in and she was already starting on you.

“Okay seriously Kasey, who answers the phone, ‘come on y/n it wll be fun,’ and why the fuck are you calling me from Ashley’s phone! Don’t tell me you're in on this to Ash!!” you yell into the phone, hoping you were loud enough for her to hear you, or that Kasey had you on speaker phone.

“You bet your ass I’m in on this! Get yourself ready! We’re going to stereotype tonight, and you’re going to have fun damn it! It’s your birthday woman!!”

You rolled your eyes so hard that you were pretty sure you saw your brain for a moment.

“Why can’t you guys just let me stay home with a good book, and a bottle of wine tonight? It’s my birthday damn it. I want to hibernate and act anti-social.” you whine, dragging yourself off the bed, and heading towards the closet in spite of yourself.

You knew they’d be here in probably less than an hour to drag you out of the house now that Kasey has found backup ready or not.

“Hey no one, NO ONE, is spending their birthday alone on my watch! You��re coming out tonight, you’re going to drink too much, make poor decisions, and if you’re lucky you’re gonna wake up in the arms of some stranger in the morning because YOLO damnit!”

You pulled the phone away from your ear, gave it your best bitchface, making a mental note to slap her when you saw her tonight.

“FINE! Only because I know I’m outnumbered, and that’s the only reason I’m agreeing to this! How much time do I have before you get here?” you asked with a defeated sigh, the sound of a car horn just outside your house was your answer.

Closing your eyes you take a deep breath, and try to calm your nerves.

“This is going to be a good night, it’s not a mistake, you can do this,” you say to yourself before you pull your outfit out of the closet, and head towards the front door to let your friends in.

Though the term ‘friends’ was a little generous at the moment, the more proper term would probably be kidnappers.

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An hour later you found yourself sitting in a packed out bar. None of you expected it to be this packed, but it turns out that Jensen and Jared were making an appearance tonight for karaoke night, and therefore there was a gaggle of eager fan girls standing everywhere in clusters trying to get a chance to meet the famous men.

Having lived in Austin most of your life, and having been to the brewery servel times with Kasey, who was an avid Supernatural fan, you’d meet both men before.

While they were both insanely attractive, they were also both married, and therefore you saw no need to spend your time and money drooling over them the way most people around them seemed to do.

You’d gotten a picture with Jensen before at the brewery, you’d gotten an autograph from Jared once, you were satisfied with that.

Your friends on the other hand jumped at every chance they got to get close to them. Therefore they quickly abandoned you alone at the bar with your beer to try and get a chance to see them when they walked in the bar.

“So much for a fun night out,” you thought to yourself and snorted at the irony of the situation you found yourself in.

Out of the corner of your eye you saw a man sit down next to you. “Great another creep to tell that they need to go fuck off!! Happy birthday to me!” you think to yourself.

It did vaguely cross your mind at that moment that you were slowly losing your shit, because talking to the voices in your head wasn’t exactly a healthy thing to do, but they were ridiculously sarcastic and sadistic, and you liked it; so you pushed that down to deal with later.

“You don’t look like you’re having a whole lot of fun.” he said, and you fought the urge to roll your eyes at the stranger, and turned to look at him fully for the first time.

You were surprised by who you saw sitting there.

Steve Carlson.

You knew who he was, you’d been around long enough to know about the album that Jensen along with himself had just released, and you had seen him from a distance the one time you all went to the brewery, but never up close.

There were butterflies suddenly in your stomach, as you shifted nervously on the barstool.

“Are you seriously nervous? He’s just another guy Y/N, pull your shit together!”

You mentally slapped yourself in the face to pull yourself out of your shocked stare, but he was a lot more attractive in person than you would have ever expected.

So you swallowed your smart ass comment before it even got to your lips, something about him just made you feel comfortable, like he wasn’t some jackass trying to get an easy lay, he was just… talking.

“No, I’m really not,” you said, looking back down at your beer, peeling at the label on the bottle.

Smirking to himself he looked across the bar at where you could now see Jensen surrounded by a gaggle of girls wanting selfies.

“Yea, I know what you mean. I wasn’t exactly in the mood to be here tonight, but Jensen begged, so here I am. Wanna be miserable together? I can buy you a drink, and we can hide over here and make fun of fangirls?”

That last comment made you literally laugh out loud, seeing as the current “fangirl” that was almost bouncing up and down in front of Jensen, trying to desperately get his attention was Kasey.

“Okay,” you said, content that you seemed to have found someone else that was as done with the whole fangirl thing that was currently taking place in an already over packed bar

Steve motioned toward the bartender who brought more beers, and placed them down in front of you both.

“So, what brings you out here if you’re so miserable being here?”

“Was forced to come against my will because it’s my ‘birthday,’ and in the immortal words of the fangirl currently jumping and down trying to get Jensen’s attention. ‘You’re going to drink too much, make poor decisions, and if you’re lucky you're going to wake up in the arms of some stranger in the morning because YOLO damnit!’

At that Steve almost fell off the stool laughing that he was sitting on.

“Laugh all you want, but the way I see it is I’m here, might as well get drunk, and getting into the uber I’m going to half to call to get home tonight probably counts as a bad decision; so two out of three ain’t bad.”

“Well that’s why I drove. As you see Jensen is going to be busy for the majority of the night, and the karaoke hasn’t even started yet.” Steve said, taking a big swig of his beer, moving his feet around nervously on the bar stool.

“You know, Jensen probably wouldn’t even notice I’m gone, and your friend wouldn’t notice you neither from the looks of it. There’s this little ice cream place that’s about six minutes from here, it doesn’t close until like 10, would you like to go grab some with me, then if you want I can drive you home? It kinda puts a kink in your whole bad decision part of your plan here, but at least you won’t have to wait on an uber. I promise I’m not some freak, or psycho, or something.” he said, looking down at his beer, and peeling his own label.

You could have sworn you saw a hint of insecurity pull around the corner of his eyes when he avoided your gaze, you knew that feeling all too well, you weren’t exactly a people person either.

“Sure, I’d like that.” you said, sliding off the bar stool, and he looked almost surprised that you agreed to go with him.

“O…Okay..” he got up and offered you his hand a little awkwardly, which you reached out and took.

His hands were huge compared to yours, his skin warm to the touch as he laced his fingers together with your own. It had been so long since you held hands with a guy that you couldn’t even remember the last time you had.

You were both almost to the door, weaving your way through the people when Jensen’s deep voice cut through the crowd surprisingly close to you.

“Steve! Where are you going man? I thought you were going to sing with me?”

Steve stopped in his tracks, the both of you turned around slowly. He was literally grabbing distance from the door, you had almost made it out unnoticed, but almost wasn’t good enough, and Jensen had caught him.

Standing less than three feet behind Jensen was Kasey and Ashely, staring at you wide eyed like you’d lost your damn mind or something. Jensen noticed your hands linked together and smirked at his friend.

“It’s cool though if you need to leave man, I can get Jared to sing with me, don’t worry about it. He owes me anyway.” Jensen said, backing up a few steps. Steve seemed to take a deep breath of relief.

“Yeah, I really don’t feel like the whole drinking thing tonight.” Steve said, both men were having to yell over the music as it started up, and now Kasey and Ashely were really staring at you.

Ashely had this huge grin on her face, but Kasey was giving you a strange look, bordering on jealousy maybe?

“Sounds good man, I’ll see you tomorrow at the brewery?” Jensen asks before giving Steve some awkward hand shake thing that guys do.

You weren’t really paying attention, you were just ready to get out of here. People were pooling in by the minute, and it was even more crowded than it was when you got here.

With that Steve reached for the door, and you both escaped out into the cool night air. Relief flooded you instantly, thankful to be away from the over crowded bar, and out in the open where you could breath.

You thought you had expected, and you were almost to Steve’s car when you heard Kasey calling your name.

“Give me just a minute” you tell him and he nods at you, going to lean up against his car to wait for you at a respectable distance.

“Y/n? What are you doing? Jensen’s in there? You don’t have to leave with Steve just to get in good with Jensen. Just tell him it’s your birthday or some shit. Why are you leaving with him when you have Jensen Fucking Ackles right there?”

You looked at her dumbly for a moment. You couldn’t believe you she had really just said that to you, and judging by the look on Steve’s face when you glanced back over your shoulder, and the way he was kicking the gravel around with his shoes instead of looking at you, you figured that he’d heard her to.

You opened your mouth and closed it a few times before deciding that you didn’t owe such a shallow person an explanation.

“You know what Kasey, you should go back in there with Ashely, she’s probably looking for you.”

Turning on your heels before she could respond you walked the short distance back over to where Steve was standing. Shoving the anger boiling just below the surface down further. It wasn’t his fault fans of Jensen could be ass holes when he was on the property. Steve didn’t deserve your bad mood, just because your friend was being a bitch.

“Are you ready to go,” you asked him? He looked up at you, then back down at his feet, chewing on his lip a little before answering you.

“You don’t have to come you know, if you’d rather stay with Jensen and your friends that’s fine.”

He seemed colder than he was only a few minutes ago inside the bar, and for a moment it confused you.

“What do you mean? I don’t give two shits about following a married man around a crowded bar all night.”

Steve stood up a little straighter shaking his head.

“It’s fine, really, I’m used to it, you don’t have to come with me if you don’t want to.”

Looking back at the bar, then back to Steve who was avoiding looking you in the eye it hit you.

Settling your nerves again, because a forward person isn’t normally what you are, you close the distance between the two of you, wrapping your arm around his neck, and pulling him down to you, bringing your lips to his.

For a moment he didn’t kiss you back like he was shocked, and you were worried that this was the part where yet another guy rejected you, until you felt his arm slip slowly around your waist, pulling you closer to him, returning your kiss hesitantly before deepening it, his tongue running over your lip requesting entrance that you granted him, letting him explore your mouth. His tongue dominates yours before he finally breaks the kiss to breathe, and collect his thoughts.

“I said I want to go with you,” you tell him again, looking deep in his hazel eyes. Your heart was beating so hard you could feel it in your ears.

He nodded after a few seconds, deciding to trust you before opening the passenger side door for you, and making his way around to the drivers side of the car.

You could tell there was a lot more to Steve than meets the eye. There were scars there that he was hiding, old wounds that had obviously gone pretty deep, and healed ugly. You understood that on a lever you didn’t even want to admit to yourself.

The rest of the night progressed well. He took you to a little Ice Cream shop, the conversation flowed easier between the two of you easier than it had between you and anyone else in a very long time.

You talked about the past, where he was from, and what all he had done in his career, how he ended up here in Austin.

You talked about your dreams, your future plans, you talked about failed relationships, and things you wished you could both fix, but couldn’t.

By the end of the night you felt closer to Steve than you had ever felt to a man. Even though he was a bit older than you, you both had some pretty similar experience that seemed to fix you together, drawing you in, in a way that you really didn’t understand and didn’t want to.

Before long it was late, around one in the morning. You’d spent most of the night just talking, and it felt amazing.

Now it was time to go home, and for the first time ever, you didn’t want to say goodbye to him to go and be alone again.

Steve put the car in park outside of your house, and took a deep breath before getting out of the car and walking you to the door.

Stopping on the steps you turned and looked up at him, his eyes seemed to fear the exit as much as you did, not wanting to let go of what you’d both unexpectedly found In each other.

That’s when you decided you didn’t want this to end. For the first time in a long time tonight you were happy, and I’ll be damned if you were going to let this go.

“You uh.. Wanna come in?” you asked, giving him a shy smile that he returned.

“Yeah.. I’d like that.“

Closing the door behind the two of you, you locked the rest of the world away, telling yourself that you deserve this, that It felt right.

Steve closed the distance between the two of you, his arms wrapped around your waist, pulling you close to him. His lips found yours in a deep, passionate kiss. His tongue easily found yours again as he pulled you into him.

Sliding your jacket off you threw it over the chair, and he followed your lead, grabbing his hand you led him to your bedroom, and shut the door.

You felt him come up behind you, brushing your hair away from your neck before leaving a trail of opened mouth kisses from your neck up to your jaw line, making his way up to the shell of your ear, his warm breath fanning over your quickly overheating skin.

You turned around slowly in his arms, unbuttoning his shirt as his lips found yours again, kissing you drunk, sliding his shirt from his shoulders as he backed you towards the bed, unzipping your dress, and letting it fall to the floor.

His eyes raked over you, meeting your gaze as he ran his fingertips over the exposed skin of your side before reaching around, and unclasping your bra, letting it fall to the floor with your dress.

"So beautiful,” he whispers to you before his lips find yours again, brushing over yours softly before deepening the kiss, laying you down over the bed and crawling over you.

His hands trailing over your breast, worshipping your body like no one ever had before him. Dipping his head and taking your exposed nipple into his mouth, swirling his tongue and sucking lightly, making your back arch into him, a soft moan falling from your lips.

Reaching down sliding your panties off your body, his hands trailed up your thighs and reaching your aching core, brushing over your clit in soft circles before he pressed two of his ticked fingers Into you, curling them inside of you while his thumb worked against your clit in delicious circles, your hips rolling into his touch on their own.

Your first orgasm hit you like a title wave. Pure pleasure crashing over your body like waves crashing against sandy shores, your body shaking under him as you came down from you high.

You don’t know when he did it, you were too lost, but you felt his thick, heavy length against your inner thigh as he positioned himself between your legs, his swollen tip nudging against your dripping center, and his clothes piled on the floor next to your own.

He brushed the hair away from your face and kissed you softly, waiting for you to come back to him. When your eyes meet his, you saw more love and admiration than you’d ever found in anyone’s eyes before.

“You sure baby, we can stop if you don’t want to do this?”

Shaking your head before your voice would work for you, you brushed your lips against his.

“I want you Steve.”

Kissing you deeply he sank into you slowly, stretching you as his thick throbbing cock sank into you inch by glorious inch until he was fully seated inside of you, hold himself still as he peppered all the skin he could reach with kisses until you rolled your hips against him, letting him know you were ready for him to move.

First his rhythm started out slowly, each thrust deep, hitting you the most sensitive places inside of you before nudged against your cervical wall.

Moans and sweet whispered affections falling from both of your lips as he pulled you both high and higher, every touch burning like under your skin.

His pace picking up as the coil wound tight in your belly, ready to snap at any moment.

“Steve."

"I know baby, I’m right there with you, let go, I gotcha.”

With that the coil snapped, and the strongest orgasm you’d ever experienced hit you hard enough to knock you breathless.

Your body jerks and twitches under him as he works you through it before his own pace starts to falter, your walls squeezing him tightly, sending him to his own release and milking him for all he could give you as he stills inside you, painting your walls with his seed.

Finally when you both regained control over your bodies, he lifted the covers and crawled into the bed with you, wrapping his arms around you, and pulling you as close as possible to him, kissing your neck and shoulders, nuzzling into you. You fit perfectly against his warm body.

“Well when we wake up in the morning you will hopefully still be in my arms, and I guess you’re right. Two out of three really ain’t bad.”

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samcedesvegas · 4 years ago

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Night in Vegas || Samcedes

Who: Sam Evans and Mercedes Jones

What: Sam and Mercedes go out on the town for some much needed fun

Where: Las Vegas, NV

Mercedes sat on her bed in the hotel room. This week they had been working on their Vegas scenes, and she had to admit, she still thought Sam was a player and while she didn't want to be with him, she was glad that they could at least be friends. Wearing a long nightshirt and glasses, her hair was up in a messy bun as she worked on her lines.

As her phone rang she sighed. "Hello?"

"Tell me you are getting dressed and going out tonight!" She heard Tina huff out.

Mercedes sighed. "I am staying in, Tina, plus i don't have anything to wear."

Tina laughed. "This is your last night in Vegas, come on live a little, and have some fun."

Sam had already lost a nice portion of his money down in the casino...he was never all that good at black jack. But he always seemed to have fun losing his money on that game. It was his go to, next to the slots. What good was Vegas without a little overindulgence? After, he found himself at the bar drinking his sorrows away. Not real sorrows but you get the point. The only other thing on his mind right now was Mercedes Jones. The rest of the cast was heading out for a night on the town and he definitely wanted to see her face tonight. So he made his way up to her floor. Knocking on the door he waited for an answer.

"I am having fun." Mercedes insisted. And Tina sighed. "Look go out have some fun, I even packed you a little something something."

Mercedes laughed. "That skintight red two piece oh I saw that!" "Good so wear it, have fun and call me in the morning. You need to let loose. Just once."

Mercedes was about to respond when she heard someone knock on her door. "Tina I am gonna call you back." She said hanging up and going to the door. "Sam? What are you doing here?"

“Well I just lost all my gambling money in one hour and I was needing a little pick me up.” He chuckled as he leaned inside the door frame of Mercedes’ hotel room. The beautiful twinkling lights of sin city shining in the background. The hotels were always nicer when production paid for them. “C’mon, let’s hit the town. The night is still young and I’m only two Whiskeys in.”

Mercedes smiled. "Wow big spender huh?" She teased. "Thanks for the offer but I think I am just gonna stay here and go over my lines. Make sure I got it down."

Sam chuckled. “More like a big loser.” He asked for permission to step inside. Once the door closed he sighed. “You and I both know you have the lines down. No way you’d mess up. I should be the one staying in, but I’m not because it’s Vegas! We can even ditch the rest of the cast.” He added that last part hoping she’d agree.

Mercedes let him in and sighed sitting on the bed. "Sam I don't do night out, I wouldn't even know where to begin." She ran her hand through her hair. "What would we even do?"

"I dunno, anything but sit here like a bump on a log all night when we're in Vegas!" he repeated. He wasn't buying the act. He knew deep down Mercedes knew how to have a good time. He also knew that she'd look amazing all dressed up so he had to convince her to come out with him. "There are shows, we can go and get some drinks and dinner. Whatever you want."

Mercedes chewed her bottom lip. "I dunno...I mean Tina told me that I should get out.." She sighed, she really did want to get out and have fun... "Fine, I can be ready in 20." She said getting out of the bed and going to her closet in the suite. "Be right back." She said as she disappeared into the bathroom.

Success! Sam was ecstatic that he'd actually gotten her to say yes. It was the charm, he just knew it. As he waited he plopped down on the couch of her hotel suite and waited for her to get ready.

Mercedes quickly got dressed, but stood staring at herself as she applied her makeup. The sheer two piece genie-esq outfit. It showed off her assets without her being trashy. Tina was good at that, good at her being guiding light. letting her hair fall over her shoulders. Stepping out of the bathroom she went to grab her shoes. "Okay, lets go."

If his eyes could literally pop out of his head, they would've. Mercedes in that outfit was a winning combination in his eyes. "Whoah, and you're telling me you don't go out? I'm finding that hard to believe." He smiled at her. "You look amazing, now I feel underdressed." he started playfully referring to his plain black button up and jeans.

"Shut up" She laughed. "Tina packed this for me, I just didn't think I was gonna need it." She grabbed her room key and some spending cash, and made her way to the door. "You ready? You are gonna have to lead the way. BTW, you look good tonight too."

"Thank you. I do try." Sam happily led the way down the elevators and through the large lobby. He was currently calling them a car service so they could make their way through the city unnoticed. He wasn't all that sure they would be able to because Mercedes was a pretty big star. He was up-in-coming himself, but his biggest role was when he was about seventeen so he was sort of getting back accustomed to the limelight.

Mercedes smiled as he led her through the hotel. "I should probably call Bruno...tell him I am leaving for the night, he really doesn't like me going out along." She said looking around as the car pulled up.

So far, the night wasn't that bad. They went to the MGM Grand and saw a show and now they were on their way to the hottest club. "Club X" it only took her two seconds to be noticed by the bouncer and taken right up to the VIP lounge. Drinks were even "On the house." which she wasn't upset at.

Sam was definitely enjoying his time out on the town with Mercedes. The way her face lit up when she was excited about something, it was a nice change of pace. Plus he was just happy to be in her presence any way that he could. She was finally listening up after a few drinks and as they entered the VIP section of the club Sam couldn't help but be genuinely excited. Free alcohol and being treated like royalty. "So this is how they treat the queen of R&B huh?" he yelled over the music, or at least tried to as he cracked open the champagne.

Mercedes laughed at Sam as he opened the champagne and held her cup up to him. "I wouldn't say Queen of R & B. I don't have a crown or anything." She teased at him. She held her glass up to his as he filled them both. "Here is to a great night! And you joining me on the dance floor."

Sam shook his head. "If you can handle my white boy moves" he did his signature hip thrust before taking a sip of his champagne. "Oh yeah and cheers to this amazing project and making Brooklyn and Ryder come to life."

Mercedes snorted, shaking her head. "Oh my Go- I can't with you!" She clinked her glass to his and nodded. "Yeah you have impressed me what can I say. You make playing Brooklyn very easy." She downed her glass and stood. "Come on show me your "white boy moves''." she laughed

Sam smiled, grabbing Mercedes' hand and leading her out onto the dance floor. He spun her around, her hand in his. One of his favorite songs played over the speakers and he didn't hesitate to show off what he was working with. He was happy to gain a smile from Mercedes in the process.

Mercedes laughed as Sam led her to the dance floor and then danced with her. When he wasn't coming onto her, he was fun to be with and really hot. A slow song came over the speakers and she pulled Sam close. Wrapping her arms around his shoulders she held him close to her.

Sam hadn't even noticed the music had changed until he felt Mercedes' arms draped over his shoulders. He followed her lead, one arm wrapped firmly around her waist. "So, what's one thing you've always wanted to do? We should do it tonight. YOLO."

Mercedes was surprised at the question. "Oh ummm lets see...I know it sounds crazy but I always wanted to go to the Garden of the Gods Pool Oasis." She said as someone taped her shoulder. Looking up she was face to face with Nate.

"Hey beautiful mind if I cut in?"

Mercedes stared at him as she stopped moving. "Oh hell no! Are you following me now? Stalking is against the law in case you forgot."

Sam raised a brow, just when he and Mercedes were making it somewhere. He sighed turning to Mercedes, assuming she would handle this guy. He'd only step up and say something if he felt he needed to defend her. From where he was standing though, it looked like she had it all handled.

Mario looked at Mercedes and laughed. "Baby you know that I am the life of the party, I come to Vegas all the time. Heard about your movie."

"Nathan I am losing my patience with you, what do you want??"

Nate took her hand but she immediately pulled it away. "What do you want?"

Nate sighed. "You. I want you back. I want you to forgive me and we can start over."

Once Sam looked a little closer he realized he knew exactly who this dude was. He was in the NFL! He played for the Oakland raiders and of course Sam was a fan. Now he was feeling pretty bummed out. How was he supposed to compete with a very handsome & very rich NFL player? He took a small step back but not too much in case Mercy needed him.

Mercedes sighed heavily. "Nathan, you lied, you cheated and I dumped you for a reason. Now go away."

Nate laughed pulling her to him. "Come on baby you know you still want me."

Mercedes pulled away shoving Nate. "Dude we are over I moved on." She turned towards Sam and pulled him close, kissing him deeply. She pulled back with a smile. "Come on let's get out of here."

Unexpected? Yes. Complaining? Not at all. Sam was beyond surprised but he welcomed the kiss. He couldn't help but smirk in the face of Nate as he quickly ushered Mercedes off the dance floor and toward the nearest back exit. "Mind telling me what that was all about?" he whispered into her ear, his hand resting on the small of her back.

Mercedes let Sam lead her to the back exit and sighed once they were out. "I am sorry I just...he makes me extremely angry...can we just go to the limo and I will explain that to you." She glanced around and took Sam's hand as they made their way to the limo. Once inside she immediately went to the mini fridge and grabbed one of the mini vodka's. "Gotta love production for hooking us all the way up."

Sam joined Mercedes in a drink as they settled into the comfy leather limo seat. He grabbed a whisky mini shot and poured it into one of the chilled glasses. “Hollywood. Good shit.” He smirked, tossing back more than half of his drink. “So tell me? What was that all about?”

After downing the first mini bottle, she grabbed another. "I met Nate about 4 years ago when I sang the National Anthem for a game, we hit it off immediately and started as me just going to games and next thing I know he asked me out and we started dating. It was kinda hard with us both being so busy but we made it work. We dated for about 2 years and last year he asked me to come to his record breaking game and I wanted to. I truly did but I was on tour and there was no way to get to his game and make it to my show on time. He was pissed and that night he went out partied hard and cheated on me. When I asked if what I heard was true he said no but there were pictures. So i broke up with him and that was that. But he doesn't take being dumped lightly and wants me back."

Sam shook his head. How could anyone cheat on Mercedes Jones? She was beautiful, witty, smart as a whip, talented as hell and so much more. It was quite baffling to him, but he'd keep his comments to himself. Right now he was just going to be a listening ear. Sam nodded as she gave him all the details and it was safe to say he was no longer a Nate fan. "Well he's an idiot, and you deserve better anyway." he assured her.

Mercedes smiled listening to Sam. She didn't know if it was the alcohol or the fact that she really did really like him but his words just made her wanna kiss him and being a bit tipsy she just gave in and leaned in kissing him deeply, she wrapped her arms around his neck moving closer to him. "Lets go to the fountain." She said against his lips. "Or somewhere fun."

Sam was surprised but he didn't fight against it. Why would he? She was gorgeous, he was hot...in his mind it was inevitable. Or maybe it was all the feelings she was trying to hide for her ex. That troubled Sam a bit, and as much as he didn't want to protest...the good guy inside of him forced him to ask "Is this about that Nate dude?". He wiped her gloss from his lips. "Because we can go wherever you want, just wanna make sure you know what you're doing."

Mercedes was sad he pulled away but sighed it was probably for the best she wasn't sober enough to keep her feelings in check. But hearing him ask about Nate bothered her, "Why would this be about Nate? I dumped him, there are no residual feelings. I kissed you cause I wanted too and now I want to drink more and go to the fountain." She said telling the driver where to go.

Sam didn't want to be that guy. The one that took advantage of a woman that was hurting. That just wasn't his style. Guess you could say his mother raised him right. But he would gladly have some fun with Mercedes. Even if it was just to keep her mind off her ex. "Okay just checking." He grabbed another shot so he could catch up to her. "Let's tear the roof off this town!"

She had called ahead to let the hotel know she was coming, and smiled taking another shot. "Come on Sam!!!!" She said as the doors opened and they were led inside. Since it was night, there was no one there, and they could just enjoy its beauty. She had stayed at the Caesar a few times and never had a chance to truly enjoy it. She marveled at the beautiful waterfall in the fountain. Even in her drunken state she could appreciate it.

It was like a scene out of a movie the way everything was so perfectly lit up. He would know, he'd been in a few. It was almost perfect. Sam was ready to enjoy the moment. It had been so long since he felt this alive and he was going to to hold on to this feeling. "I'm pretty sure this is nearly perfect."he looked down at Mercedes, wrapping one arm around her waist. He used his free hand to pull out two more mini's. "Might as well take another shot." he winked at her.

Mercedes laughed. "I mean we might as well." Between the champagne and all the bottles she was feeling really good. Taking the shot she turned towards Sam. "Kiss me, kiss me like Ryder kissed Brooklyn when she told him she loved him." She said, slightly slurring.

Sam looked down at the shorter woman beside him. Quickly tossing back his shot, he wrapped his other arm around her body. Pulling her close to him he went in for the kill. Gently brushing his lips over hers before fully indulging in the kiss

Mercedes quickly returned his kiss wrapping her arms around his neck and pulling him closer. "Your kissing has gotten so much better." She confessed as she pulled him closer to her . "Wanna go back to my room?"

Shaking his head Sam raised an eyebrow. "I knew you'd come around sooner or later. Who can deny these lips?" he only half-joked. When Mercedes gave him the invitation he readily accepted. Though it was a bit out of character from the day they met, he wasn't about to turn her down. "After you my lady." he gestured toward the awaiting limo.

Mercedes nodded walking to the Limo. The moment the door was closed she was all over Sam, moving closer so she could kiss him hungrily, after a few moments she pulled away. "Wait, wait....I always wanted to do something else." She sat up, hitting the button to the sun roof and stood up screaming. "Vegas!!!!!"

Sam was surprised at Mercedes but he happily welcomed more kisses from her. then suddenly she was off of him and hanging out the sunroof. He held onto her, afraid she might fly away. When he could steady himself enough, he popped his head out beside hers. "Woooo!" he shouted as the wind blew his hair back.

She was thankful to Sam because with how many drinks she had she was not steady on her feet at the moment. When he joined her, she smiled leaning into him. "Best night ever." As the car drove she gasped and moved back inside. "Mack can we pull over!!" He nodded as she turned to Sam. Let's get married!"

"Whoa!? Married?" he asked with the most puzzled expression. Sam quickly pulled Mercedes back down into the limo. "You sure you're okay?" he pretended to check her temperature with a chuckle.

Mercedes laughed. "Not us!!!!!! Ryder and Brooklyn. " she grabbed a bottle and frank it as the limo stopped, she was thirsty. "We should go practice them getting married!!!!! It's genius, it's like rehearsal!"

Sam was still confused but he was going to go along with it for the sake of not upsetting Mercedes. The alcohol was definitely settling in now so he probably would've agreed anyway. "This is an improvement on a whole new level. I like it! Let's do it!"

She squealed, kissing him again and getting out of the car. She looked to the driver. "We will be back!" She grabbed Sam's hand and led him to the chapel. Walking in she was greeted by the Host.

"Welcome to Perfect Weddings, Wedding Chapel, my name is Rita, how can I make your wedding perfect?"

"Hi I am Brooklyn and that's Ryder and we want to get married!"

The woman looked from Mercedes to Sam and back to Mercedes. "Ooookay....so what Wedding Packet are you looking at?"

"The best one you got." Mercedes beamed.

Rita gave the pair a troubled look. Her eyebrow raised in confusion. She almost parted her lips to ask if they were sure but she decided against it. After filling out all the paperwork they were led to a small quaint chapel. Sam still wasn't fully aware of exactly what they were doing but he was just going with the flow.

Mercedes must have looked crazy but in her drunken state she was sure this was a great idea. As they were led in front of an officiant they were asked once more if they were sure. Mercedes smiled thinking over her lines in the movie. "I have waited for a very long time for this man to want me. I love him. I have loved him for years. Ryder is my soulmate."

Sam looked over at Mercedes, not able to contain his chuckle. But he quickly pulled it together as he improved a line of his own. "We are beyond sure sir, never been more sure in my entire life." He gave Mercedes a wink, suddenly reaching down to grasp her hand. He laced their fingers together before turning back to face forward. "Let's do this!"

She would like to say she remembered how the rest of the ceremony went, but after Sam said let's do this, one of the staff brought them Champagne and the rest was as they say hazy, she remembered saying I do, and Sam and her laughing as they exited with their fake Marriage License. And now they were in her room, on her bed making out and she wanted him bad. But it went against her rules, and while she tried to pull away, her body betrayed her.

His hands gripped her waist as they rolled around in the very expensive satin sheets below them. Sam was definitely ready to go. He was also nowhere near sober. The room was spinning, but somehow he could still focus on the beauty beneath him. He pulled back from her lips, taking a much needed breath of fresh air. He didn't mean to but he looked into her eyes, deeply. Not saying a word he went back in for another kiss.

"Oh God." She moaned out against his lips. "Sam...." left her lips when he pulled away to look at her. Something about the way he looked at her caused her to throw caution to the wind, she would worry about this when she was sober, right now her drunken body wanted him. "I want you.”

The alcohol had settled in and Sam had left the building. He was officially his alter ego....white chocolate. White chocolate was a name he gave himself whenever he was doing something a little more edgier than Sam usually would. And right now white chocolate was slowly peeling off the layers of Mercedes Jones' clothing. "I'm all yours." he mumbled against her perfectly full lips.

Mercedes hissed at his words, he was all her and she couldn't have been happier. She lifted just enough to help him remove her clothing as her hands went to his shirt, removing the buttons and running her hands down his bare chest stopping at his belt. She looked up at him, doe eyes finding his perfect green ones. She sat up taking his lips back to hers as she undid his belt, tossing it to the side.

Sam immediately found a soft spot in the crook of Mercedes' neck, placing gentle kisses as he fumbled around with her bra. His lips met hers again as he easily slipped out of his jeans. His kisses trailed down the length of her body. He made sure not to leave one inch un-kissed. Her body deserved to be worshiped. Coming back up to her lips he hovered over her for a moment. "You sure?" he asked sweetly. No matter how much whiskey was overflowing in his system, he was still a gentleman first.

Her body was on fire, everything Sam did to her, set her aflame and right now an inferno was brewing within her. As he hovered over her, she bit her bottom lip staring at him. His question caused her to pause for a moment, before she reached out, entangling her hands with his. "i'm sure."

Sam reached over into the back pocket of his jeans that had been tossed to the bottom of the bed. He retrieved the condom from his back pocket. After situating himself, he gently spread her legs and positioned himself properly. Gripping his hands on her thighs, he slowly moved his hips forward as he entered her. His lips crashing against hers once again.

Mercedes sat in anticipation as he retrieved the condom and held her breath as he pushed himself inside of her. It had been over a year since she was last with anyone and Sam wasn't small to say the least but the slightly painful stretching was soon replaced with the fullness of him. As he kissed her, her hands ran down his pack, wrapping her thighs around his waist as she cried out his name against his lips.

It was everything he'd imagined it would be. The way she felt, the way his name spilled from her lips. The passion and ecstasy all rolled into one. It was beyond amazing. Sam could feel her walls pulling him in as she wrapped her legs around him. He kept up a steady pace, burying his face in the crook of her neck as their bodies connected completely. "Damn, you feel amazing..." he breathed out.

Mercedes back arched as she gave in to everything Sam was giving her. She hadn't ever felt this good and she didn't want it to end. Her head fell back onto the bed as Sam worked her over. "Tell me you like it Sam, tell me how much." She begged.

JP. Sam lifted Mercedes from the best a bit. He pushed her legs back, her feet resting on his shoulders. “I don’t like it baby, I love it.” He groaned deeply, trying to keep himself from reaching his peak too early. She felt amazing. He was surrounded by her and she, by him.

Mercedes screamed out, begging for more, this new position causing him to move deeper inside of her. Her hands ran through her hair as she gripped the headboard. Her body reached that peak she so needed and wanted.

He fell deep into her center, enjoying every moment. Her moans and screams were like music to his ears. Once he was sure she was completely satisfied he finally allowed himself to let go. His breathing was heavy as he lowered her legs and leaned down to kiss her perfect lips once again. Then he rolled to his side and fell flat on his back. “....wow” he mumbled against the skin of her shoulder.

Mercedes laid back catching her breath. She closed her eyes, her body still tingling all over. She swallowed hard as her eyes drew closed. "We really need to do that again." she slurred.

#samcedes rp #samcedes 1x1 #mercedes jones #sam evans

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bangtanmattel-blog · 5 years ago

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jising-jisang-jisung · 6 years ago

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Sugar Lips | Huang Renjun

Genre: floof

Word count: 1.7k

A/n: this is one of the longest fics I've ever written and not at all based off of a boy from my school whom I dislike sorry about the rushed ending I didnt know where I was going with that :/

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You and Renjun had never gotten along. He sat behind you in math and was constantly picking on you. Yeah, you could have destroyed him with some sick burns, but you held your tongue out of consideration for his gigantic ego. Half the school thought you two liked each other and the other knew that yall were mortal enemies. The thought of you liking Renjun made you want to stab your eyes out with sporks. However, you couldnt deny that Renjun was hot. Like, this boi had been hand sculpted by God himself. Seriously damn. You had to give credit where credit is due. But, as I said, you do NOT like Renjun.

After the rumors started that you and Renjun like each other, you tried to react less to him. You no longer argued and paid little attention to him. Much to your dismay, your teachers seemed to find your ability to ignore Renjun as a good quality that most of the others students lacked. This resulted in you sitting by him in most of your classes. But obviously you didnt let this affect you. You just had to sit there and pay him no attention. Easier said than done. You were always trying to not notice him, despite always looking at him because hes hot.

One night your friend, let's call her Ryn for fun, forced you out to a party and then ditched you. Skew you, Ryn! You weren't the biggest fan of parties so you sat on one of the counters in the kitchen, by yourself, patiently waiting for Ryn to be ready to leave. That's when something caught your eye. Renjun was also alone in the kitchen and he was looking right at you. Or at least, you thought he was, but he could easily be looking at something else. Why would he be looking at you anyways? You looked back down at your drink, avoiding any eye contact with the boy you have to ignore.

By this point in the year, you had gotten very good at ignoring him. You didnt even notice when he started walking towards you. And you didnt even react when he grabbed your hand. You paid him no attention as he led you into an empty room. All you had to do was not pay attention to Renjun. That's seriously all you had to do. So you didnt pay attention to him as he leaned towards you. But he grabbed your chin, causing you to look him in the eye. Shoot. Just dont react, you thought to yourself. You tried not reacting as he leaned closer and closer. Until..

He stopped? "Do you want me to stop" he asks innocently, a blush leaking onto his cheeks. Okay stay calm, just dont do anything rash- You tried to tell yourself but instead you grabbed his shirt in a fist and pulled him until the little space between you was now nonexistent. His lips were sweet, like sugar. They were as forbidden as they were sweet. And you were completely aware that you should not be doing what you were doing. Yet, you did not pull away. Thankfully, neither did Renjun. He just wrapped his arms around your waist and held you as close as he physically could.

The next thing you knew, your phone was going off. The musical tone signaling a call from Ryn who, to your dismay, was ready to leave and looking for you. Renjun took a small step back, wiped his mouth, and walked out of the room you to had shared. He didnt even say anything. Confused, you left as well, in search of Ryn. You found her by the door and explained everything that happened on your way home. Leaving out no details, it was a bit hard to believe considering Renjun was known to be you mortal enemy. What will happen when you sit by him in class tomorrow? Will he say something about it to embarrass you? Or will he stay quiet and pretend it never happened? Oh gosh, what if he says it was only because he was drunk? Thinking back to your memory, his mouth didnt taste like alcohol at all, so even if he tried to blame it on drinking, it wasnt feasible. But now you were thinking about kissing him,,, and that thought didnt go away easily.

You walk into your first class to see him already there surrounded by the other boys. You had planned to avoid eye contact and avoid him in general because you were worried about what he would do. But you locked eyes and to your dismay, he just smirked. Dare you say, is was a really handsome smirk too. Luckily nobody was paying attention so this interaction went unnoticed as you sat at your seat beside him.

Half the class went by without mishap and you hoped you would never have to deal with Renjun again. However, you are not that fortunate. He slid you a note discreetly.

Y/N, for acting like you have a pole stuck up your ass 80% of the time, you're a surprisingly good kisser ;)

You tried so hard to hold yourself back. To not react. To go back to how things were with Renjun as your enemy of mutual disgust. But you could help but write back.

Only 80% of the time?

You busy later?

I am completely free tonight

Good, my family is out for the night

And then the bell rang and you were off to your next class which you didnt have with Renjun. Before you knew it the school day had ended and you were rushing to leave. Maybe you were going too fast because you didnt see the person in front of you until after you ran right into them.

"Y/N! Can you fucking watch where you're going?!" Renjun said. You were taken aback by his antics because he was acting so weird in your classes today. I guess this makes it seem like nothing has changed between you two to the rest of the school.

"Watch where you're going, Renjun, you stepped out right in front of me." You spit back before you walked away without another word.

You arrived at Renjuns house around 5. When he opened the door, you could tell he was nervous but tried to play it off. You wanted to kiss him again, but he hadnt made another move. Yolo! You grabbed his shirt in a fist and aggressively pulled him towards you. His eyes were big, surprised by your actions. He kissed you back more delicately than before. It was as if he was no longer fueled by the lust he had at the party.

Renjun was the first to pull away. His face was bright red as he invited you further into his home. "Are you hungry?" He asked. "Yeah, maybe a little" He then went to his kitchen and got some snacks. "Listen, Y/N" his voice was shakey, "I know that we made out at that party and we havent really gotten along before but what I'm trying to say is" his eyes fell to the snacks in his hands, "I actually like you." Your jaw actually hit the floor when he admitted this. Obviously your reaction didnt do much help for Renjuns nerves. He scratched the back of his head when you didnt respond and spoke again, " I know I act like I hate you and that's because you hate me, dont you? So I'm not expecting you to like me, but I just thought I'd let you know the truth."

You couldnt believe what the boy was saying. Right now he looked so shy and small compared to his usual cocky, confident self. "I dont hate you, Renjun." You tried to say but it only came out in a whisper. His face lit up. "You dont, well then I have a slight chance- shit I meant to say that in my head" Yeah, this boy is supposed to be your enemy, but you have always found him attractive. You spent years pretending to hate each other because you both thought that the other did. Maybe Renjun isnt as bad as you thought. You decided to see where this would take you. "Do you wanna watch a movie?"

Again, his face lit up as he smiled at you handing you a bag of gummy worms, "Thatd be great."

You two wound up picking out a movie that you barely remember because you're sitting very close to Renjun. You cant help but stare, and your heart flutters a little. He turns to look at you, catching you off guard, meeting eyes. This time he took the initiative and grabbed either side of your face and kissed you softly. You wrapped your arms around his neck with your hands playing with his hair. Before you knew it the movie had ended and the credits were playing. You pulled away from Renjun a little dizzy from the lack of oxygen while you had been kissing. You didnt want to leave but it was a school night and you had to get home. You smiled shyly as you stood from his couch. "I'll see you tomorrow." Renjun nodded and followed you out, watching as you drove away.

The next day when you entered your class, Renjun was already there, again. But this time he got up from the group of boys and came over to you. He smirked before grabbing your hand and kissing your cheek. Queue everyone's reactions ( .O.) You knew he was just playing it cool but you were still blushing like you have too much blood in your body and it happens to all be in your face. Some people claimed they called it or knew or whatever. None of that was important to you two.

Yall would go on cute dates pretty much anywhere. The park, a picnic, the arcade, literally anywhere was fun with Renjun. Sometimes you'll even go to his house just to nap and cling onto him. Due to this, Renjun bought you a big plushie to hug for whenever he cant be there for you. What I'm trying to say here is that you two are goals and cute af and so on.

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cowboylikemeg · 5 years ago

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GOODNIGHT

#omg i WISH i knew why my hnd was bruising up What #omg tonight was a NIGHT #i went to target w my friend @ like 5:30 and we got supplies for squad outfits for friday #ans thennnn we got starbucks ans i got gas and I ACCIDENTALLY RAN TWO STOPSIGNSKKSKS #FUCK #oh well #Yolo :D #okay uh ANYWAYS #we went to my house and started making the shirts and we vibes #and then she went home ans instarted working on my spanish presentation thing #and hhhhuhhh NOW its almost 2am and i just finaihek #finishedomg #i cant wait for break #Ohmyhkd im gonna be with my favorite people #<3 #IM SO EXCITEKDLAKKDAOKAY #GOODNIGHT #ILY ALL #SLEEP WELLL LUVS

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Rick In The Water; Ch9: Electric Feel

Summary: Oh, thar be smuts here, warning to all those ye enter here.

A/N: This chapter picks up RIGHT where the last one left off. I actually had to split it up in two because it was getting too long (I usually like to get 5,500-6,000 words per chapter) and this is like last chapter part two. There be smuts, and I haven’t written smut in a very very long time so don’t judge me. It’s also pretty vanilla, but I was like, Nova’s not exactly in the know about all the wild ass kinks out there, I imagine her sex life isn’t… ya know… rewarding. Also, there is just smut to be smut. They had to bang eventually and I was getting pretty irritated that I couldn’t exactly find a place to fit it in sooooooooooooooooo… I just made ‘em fuck. #yolo CW: SMUT SMUT SMUT SMUT Pairing: Rick Sanchez/Reader Word Count: 6750

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|Ch8: What It Is To Burn|

“I’m gonna go help Beth with dinner,” I sighed, pecking a kiss on Rick’s cheek and making my way into the main of the house. The cool AC made me acutely aware of the filth covering my skin so when Beth assured me she didn’t need any help, I quickly settled on taking a shower. The warm cascade enveloped me and it was all I could do not to moan at it. I grabbed my body scrub, using it to ensure the filth of that decrepit building would be eradicated. After I was through with the hair on my head, I grabbed my razor and neatly cleaned up any stray hairs before toweling off and coating myself in my lotion to ensure there was no way that putrid smell would be lingering on my skin. I dressed, pulling on a pair of loose fabric shorts and a thin tank top, making sure to drop my clothes and towel off at the laundry before making my way to the kitchen.

“Oh, Nova sweetie, perfect timing,” Beth greeted me, grabbing the last dish from the counter and taking it into the dining room. “We’re having meatloaf for dinner tonight, Morty’s favorite,” she beamed at her son who fidgeted nervously in his chair. Beth caught me up on her day and asked me about the job hunt as we shared a bottle of wine. It broke my heart to tell her it was going dismally, but she assured me it was okay, that I didn’t even have to worry about it, much to Jerry’s frustration.

“So it’s okay if Nova can’t get a job, but me not being able to find one is the end of the world?” he snapped at his wife only to receive a dangerous glare in return.

“Well, when you start bringing in any actual income, then you can have an opinion on the financial decisions of this household again,” she told him sharply.

“I’m thinking about starting looking in the next town over,” I assured her, trying to salve the conversation before it became even more hostile. “I think the salon I worked at here badmouthed me to some of the others in town.”

“Nova, I’m serious. It’s okay,” she assured me, resting her hand on mine before completely changing the subject, “I saw Ryan was here again.”

“I’m not sure how I’m going to get him to accept that I'm not coming home,” I lamented, pushing the remaining peas on my plate around, before sitting back into my chair, frustrated.

“Well no matter what, you’re welcome, hell you’re encouraged to stay here with me. This is the happiest I’ve seen you in years. If you need somewhere for Madi, I’m sure Summer wouldn’t mind sharing her room with her.”

“Oh, great, just move her whole household in with us,” Jerry spat bitterly.

“Jerry, if you have an issue with me inviting my friend to live with us to help her escape her abusive household, then you and I can discuss it privately as we pack your bags so you can move out,” she threatened evenly, “Here’s a plan, why don’t you just go live with Ryan.”

“We could raise Summer, Morty, and Madi as the nice lesbian couple we were always meant to be,” I grinned at her, glancing at Rick to find him rolling his eyes.

“Oh my, it’s been since high school,” she murmured dreamily, resting her hand back on mine, “We definitely picked the wrong path.” Rick’s eyes bulged again as Jerry smiled nervously as his eyes flicked between us.

“Mom!” Summer shouted, finally fed up with the conversation.

“Calm down Summer, it’s just a running joke your Aunt and I have had since we were kids,” Beth told her dismissively and Rick seemed to relax in his chair.

“I spent so much time at your Mom’s house, and teenagers suck,” I shrugged at her, “They were convinced we were gay and rather than argue against it and be bullied for it, we just rolled with it.”

“H-How did I not know about that?” Jerry asked, confused, “I never even heard that rumor.”

“Your ignorance truly knows no bounds, Jerry,” Rick told him gruffly.

“Oh, like you had any idea.”

“Oh, I’ve heard about this rumor before,” he told him smartly, picking up his plate and returning it to the kitchen. “I’m going to go watch TV, I can’t stand listening to you guys squabble anymore. Thank you for dinner sweetie, everything was delicious.” He kissed Beth on the top of her head and headed for the living room.

*+*

When dinner was finally cleaned up and all the dishes and another wine bottle or two were put away, Beth bid me goodnight and I was left to join Rick on the couch. Admittedly, my head was spinning from the wine as I plopped down next to him, my usual inhibitions not present to stop me from using my fingers to walk up his thigh slowly. He flushed, barking at Summer and Morty about it being time for bed, regardless of what season it was, or the fact it was only 8:30. When they finally disappeared upstairs with two slams of their respective doors, Rick mimicked my walking motion with his own hand on my upper thigh, sending chills down my spine as he moved further up my leg. My head was set in a blissful haze so despite my usual reservations courtesy of nerves, I climbed into his lap like I had done only twice before and pushed my lips onto his hungrily. He returned the kiss swiftly, working his hand up under my shorts to roughly grip my ass. My hips fell into a comfortable rotation as his free hand traced around my breasts.

“W-Wait. Nova, w-wait,” he groaned as my hips picked up the pace. I paused my hips to pull away and look down, only even more turned on at the sight of him looking up at me so desperately. “A-Are you ready for this? Like, really ready?”

“Rick, I was going to wait around forever if I was going to depend on you to make a move,” I breathed into his ear before kissing from his ear down to his neck.

“Let’s go to my room,” he told me, already staving off a moan as I bit his neck gently. “I-It’s soundproofed, they won’t hear us.” He reached for his portal gun, groaning as he remembered his had been destroyed and its bastardized replacement was still sitting on his work desk.

“Oh, you mean they won’t hear me as I moan on your co-”

”Jesus fucking christ Nova,” he swore, grabbing my wrist and dragging me behind him down the hall to his room. Closing the door behind him, he surveyed me heatedly under the cool blue light of the TV at the foot of his bed. “Are you sure you want this Nova?” he asked again, watching lustfully as I traced my hands up and down my body.

“Rick, would you please stop asking that question?” I whined, “I’m a goddamn adult and I want you. I want you to touch me, I want to feel your hands on me.”

“I can taste the wine on your breath,” he eyed me suspiciously. I let out a frustrated groan, moving toward him again, only to receive his hand pressed flat to my chest. “There is an enormous amount of self-restraint being used here, Nova. I don’t want to do anything that you might regret.”

Instead of answering, I pushed past his hand and walked him back to the small cot he used as a bed. After giving him a gentle shove, he dropped onto the cot as I climbed back on top of him. If he was going to be stubborn, then for once in his life he was going to have to let someone else take control. I held his gaze as I carefully guided his hand up my thigh and under my shorts. He bit back a low groan as he felt how soaked my panties were already. I continued to guide his fingers under the cotton to swirl around the most sensitive part of me to allow him to fully appreciate how ‘ready’ I was.

I leaned my head back as he twirled around the delicate button, letting out a moan of my own as I felt the pleasure already started to build in my gut. Gently tugging his hand away, I brought his fingers up to his mouth to allow him a sinful taste. He rolled his head back, trying to resist his most primal urges at the taste of me on his fingers.

“Is that ready enough for you Rick?” I purred, brushing my lips over his ear. I felt a shockwave reverberate through his entire body, culminating in a low growl rumbling from within. With a loud moan, he let go of his reservations, working his hands up under my shorts again, gripping my ass tightly as he kissed around my neck.

“Jesus fucking christ Nova,” he swore again as his hands grazed over me, gripping me desperately like he just couldn’t get enough of the feeling of my skin. I reveled in his affection, cooing as he traced his fingers down my thighs, really taking his time to explore my body. His mouth moved away from my neck, pulling off my shirt and kissing up my torso as it was slowly revealed to him. I unsnapped my bra, letting the straps fall over my shoulders as he kissed the area where it still met my skin. He peppered small kisses and love bites all over my torso, moaning as I ground my hips against his.

“I want you, Rick,” I moaned again, feasting on the reaction the four words seemed to elicit from him without fail. He finished removing my bra and tossed it aside, taking one of my nipples gently into his mouth as he swirled his tongue around it. “I love you,” I cooed again and again. Even though he never said it back, I knew beyond a shadow of a doubt that the words were true. I let my head fall back as he swirled his tongue around my nipples, the words serving to only spur him on further. He kissed down my abdomen, lightly nipping as his touch became desperately rougher yet. Displeased there were parts of my body his mouth couldn’t quite reach, he picked me up and tossed me down on the bed, pausing to carefully memorize every curve of my body. Under anyone else’s scrutinizing gaze, I would’ve felt insecure and at least would’ve tried to cover my exposure, but Rick’s gaze was one of genuine adoration and affection. His eyes traced around my curves, coming back up to mine with a look of amazement before a light shake of his head broke him from his reverie. He quickly removed his lab coat and shirt, tossing them aside to give me my first real view of his ‘new and improved’ body. It was my turn to drink him in astonishment, following the lean muscles and scars covering his arms and chest. As my eyes traversed his body, I wanted nothing more than to sit up and pepper kisses on the exposed skin, yet as I started to move he gently pressed his hand to my chest again forcing me back down on the bed.

“Not yet.”

He slid my shorts down, leaving me with only my panties as he returned to my mouth. Feeling his skin against mine would have been enough to drive me wild but he shoved his hand between my thighs, gently rubbing my throbbing mound with only my panties serving as a barrier as my hips bucked against him, yearning for more. He chuckled as he watched me fall apart underneath him so easily and quickened his circular assault.

“Rick, please,” I whimpered, the words barely even audible. He relented, slipping his hand beneath my panties and taking my swollen clit between his fingers gently before moving his hand up and down at the most torturously slow speed imaginable. I groaned again but before I could truly speak he kissed me again, massaging his tongue into mine. His hand was picking up speed, my back arching as I neared my release. “RICK!” I cried when it finally crashed around me and he looked down at me in surprise, a small grin tickling his cheeks.

“B-Been awhile, huh?” he asked, his voice husky. I nodded shamefully, unable to fully form words in my catatonic blissful state. “It would be a shame to waste it, w-would you mind if I cleaned up the mess you made for my hand?” A distant feeling of confusion flooded my head as I looked down to see the alleged mess, only to find nothing. Still, I nodded slowly, a whole new feeling of pleasure coursing through me as he started lapping up my orgasm. He was agonizingly gentle around my electrified clit, swirling his tongue around my folds to make sure he got every last drop that I’d left for him. He moved down to my opening, humming against it softly.

“You’re such a good girl.” Chills shot down my spine again as I brought my hips up, forcing his face back into me. “That’s my good girl, show me how you want me to eat your pussy baby.” He lifted my legs over his shoulders, allowing me the proper leverage to grind his face into me haphazardly. He tapped my thigh gently, signaling me to stop.

“Here, let me show you how I want to eat your pussy,” he grinned, clearly amused by my eager albeit inexperienced ass. Sitting up, he pulled my lower half up with him, leaving my head the only part of me touching the bed as his tongue fucked me. His hands were busy holding us up so it was up to me to stimulate my clit in front of him. He gently rested me back on the bed at the sight, deciding it wasn’t a worthwhile position if he couldn’t be the one doing all the work. He forced my hand away, taking up its position with his tongue as he slid a finger within, gently massaging the tender ball of nerves that could send me over the edge again.

“Oh, fuck Rick!” I exclaimed, my hands on the back of his head as he slipped another finger inside of me.

“Say my fucking name baby. Tell me who makes you fucking come,” he hummed into my clit, sending a pleasure shockwave through my entire body.

“Ung, you do Rick!” I cried out in ecstasy as pleasure rocketed through my entire system. He didn’t stop, continuing to circle my clit and finger fucking me until my entire body had stopped shuddering.

“You’re amazing,” I purred when I regained the ability to speak. The words still came out slurred and I sat up, my knees no better than noodles as I climbed off of the bed.

“Wh-Where are you going?” he asked, nervously watching me stumble around his bedroom. I smiled devilishly at him, slinking down in front of him to unbuckle his belt and pull down his pants. His cock sprung free from within and I bit my lip at the sight, trying to resist the carnal urge to sink down on it instead. I swallowed it eagerly, earning me an elongated groan as his legs twitched. I used one hand to engulf him completely as I slid him in and out of my mouth, using the other to cup his balls in my hand, massaging them softly. I spared an innocent glance up at him, ensuring he could get a nice long view of his cock in my mouth. His eyes rolled back at the sight, grabbing my hair and pushing me back down on his cock until I gagged. He let me up for air, marveling at the sight of my chin dripping with spit before pushing my head back down again, this time adopting a steady rhythm for my head bob to.

“Jesus fucking christ Nova,” he rasped, his lower half twitching more and more. “I can’t fucking take it,” he hissed, releasing my head to pull me up into his lap. I brought my mouth to his again as I perched myself over him, sinking slowly onto his cock, the leftover saliva allowing it to easily slide right in. I indulged in the feeling of how genuinely full I felt before bracing myself on his shoulders, slowly moving up and down until I found the right rhythm.

“Holy fuck,” I swore as he fell into my rhythm, pounding into me hard enough to make my knees weak. “Fuck me Rick, jesus fucking christ, just fuck me,” I told him, resting back onto my knees to allow him better access.

“Jesus, Nova,” he murmured, pulling me closer to him, “Your pussy is fucking amazing.” In one deft movement, he scooped me up and rested me on my back, hovering above me as sweat dripped from his brow at the sheer effort he was exerting. I wrapped my arms around my legs, pulling them into my chest. This only quickened his pace as he grunted on top of me, dipping down to kiss me and bite my lip as he pulled away. I let out a guttural moan at the sensation and Rick’s eyes lit up at the sound. He pressed firmly albeit gently into the sides of my throat and I let out a strangled cry of pleasure. Somehow his pace quickened even more as he buried himself in me again and again as I begged for more from beneath him. He released my throat, gripping my breast in his hand as he continued pumping harder and harder. His other hand found its way around to my clit, swirling around it much faster than before.

“Come with me baby, I want to feel come on cock,” he begged gruffly as his hand rubbed around my clit frenetically. My arms unwittingly released my legs as my third orgasm ripped through my body and I could only dig my nails into him, crying out his name. He continued slamming into me, though he had lost all rhythm as it became a primal assault until finally, I felt his release within me, shooting hot come into me with a long animalistic growl. He rode out his own orgasm, and as his pace slowed, he pressed his forehead to mine with a tired smile.

He grabbed his shirt, pushing it against me to trap most of his seed inside of me. I stood up awkwardly, trying to ignore the continuous waves of pleasure still coursing through me as I cleaned myself up. He flopped back onto his bed, watching me carefully as I pulled my shirt and panties back on as I searched for my shorts.

“You’re not leaving are you?” he asked, confusion breaking through the lazy grin he had been watching me with.

“Well, if Beth doesn’t find me on the couch in the morning, she’s going to freak the fuck out,” I reminded him, reclaiming my shorts and pulling them on as well. “You’re more than welcome to join me in the living room though. Never thought I’d say it, but I’m willing to bet that couch is more comfortable than that cot you sleep on,” I smirked. He groaned as he pulled himself off the cot and me into another deep kiss. I could’ve lost myself in the moment, the smell of his sweat mixing with the smell of my own and I was sure if anyone walked into the room in the next few weeks, they would know immediately what had happened here. Whatever small buzz I had going in had all but evaporated, leaving me with a slight hobble as we crept back out into the living room.

“Not going to lie, that’s really fucking hot to watch,” he murmured in my ear, grabbing my waist to pull me back into a rough kiss against the hallway wall. My eyes bulged as panic coursed through me, immediately imagining Summer or Beth strolling out here for a midnight snack only to find me making out with Rick, but as his hands snaked their way back under my shorts, I ultimately decided I didn’t care. Hell, he could just erase their memory like he’d done for Morty.

“Let’s go to the couch at least,” I murmured, quelling my lingering nerves. He picked me up, instructing me to wrap my legs around his waist. He continued his kiss as he carried me to the couch, pouring me out onto it. “Already ready for round two?” I teased when his mouth left mine, venturing further down to my neck.

“I just can’t stop touching you,” he murmured, “I don’t think I could ever get tired of the way you feel.” He trailed down my clavicle, using his nose to trace along the bone. I shuddered beneath him, but ultimately, and against the ache in my shorts, I pulled away.

“I don’t think I could do a round two right now,” I admitted, refusing to meet his gaze.

“Baby, I’m not even trying to fuck you right now,” he mused, tracing a small pattern on my thigh as he looked up at me, “I have to ask though, seeing as you started all this, what was the metaphorical straw that broke the even more metaphorical camel’s back?”

I was quiet for a moment, allowing him to go back sprinkling kisses all over my torso, whimpering at every light nibble. Ever since I kissed him on his ship, hell ever since I used him as a buffer to distract Faux Rick I’d wanted this. It had been the all too frequent subject of my dreams ever since he’d returned, no matter how angry or frustrated I’d been with him and it only amplified when I started sleeping ten feet away from him. “I guess the only thing that changed was tonight, I bypassed my reservations,” I murmured.

“You didn’t need to have any reservations when it comes to me, baby girl. Any time of the day you find yourself needing a release, you let me know.”

“I’ll have to bear that in mind.”

*+*

When I awoke the following morning, Rick was passed out on the floor next to me, his hand only inches away from mine where it had slipped from my grasp. Despite the cliche, it almost felt like a whole different world. The sun shined brighter, smiles came easier, and even the sight of Ryan at the front door in another sad attempt to beg me to come home seemed less daunting. I couldn’t help but grin to myself at a joke only one other person in the entire world knew the punchline to. Rick even seemed to regard his family in a more friendly manner, not snapping at Jerry as he yelled at about some other minor infraction.

Rick dragged Morty and me out on another off-world adventure at the sight of Ryan, not ready to let him burst the small bubble we found ourselves in. It was an in and out trip, Rick only stopping off for some small but necessary part for his new portal gun. He had dismantled Leader Morty’s gun, the exact mechanics of it alluding him, much to his ire. According to him, there’s no way it should even be functional, let alone not tearing us to shreds every time we stepped through it.

“What if he’s tracking it?” Morty asked nervously as he eyed the device. Rick had filled him in on the details of the encounter with Leader Morty, editing it in places to fit in with the concurrent story of Morty having stayed home because he didn’t feel like going. It did, however, leave Morty pretty confused when a frustrated Jerry yelled at him for not attending the very important sex talk he had planned.

“Not sure what good that would do him,” Rick grumbled as we stepped through one of its portals, looking over it intently, “He already knows what dimension I’m in.” He returned to his workbench, shooing us out as he returned to investigate it. I conceded, heading out to the living room where I plopped down on the couch next to Beth to watch whatever Hallmark movie she had stumbled across to fill her afternoon. Several empty wine bottles littered the floor and at my arrival, she cracked open a new one insisting I needed to catch up.

“Oh Nova, here,” she offered the soft blanket she was using to cover her lap as she refilled her wine glass and offered it to me. “This movie is so sad,” she lamented as I finished off the glass, handing it back to her only to earn a free refill, “So this guy left her because she was so much younger than him because he wasn’t comfortable with the feelings he had for her. So he comes back, years later after traveling the world only to find out she’s his next-door neighbor.” My head spinning as I finished off another glass.

“That does sound good,” I murmured, handing the glass back to her as I tried to ignore the distinct parallels.

“Oh, that’s her asshole husband,” Beth slurred, pointing angrily at the TV, “He treats her like garbage and her old paramour tries to convince her to run away with him instead.”

“Does she?” I asked hollowly, watching the events she was describing unfold on the TV.

“I can’t remember honestly- Wait! She does leave her husband, it infuriates him though and he almost kills her until she rises up, and kills him herself,” Beth told me swaying back and forth as she handed me another glass of wine.

“Holy shit.” I finished the next glass, unable to stomach watching such a blatant metaphor for my life. I thanked her and stumbled back into the garage. Jesus christ, what kind of wine has Beth been buying? I braced myself against the wall, calling out desperately for Rick. My head was spinning as I finally crumpled against the wall, sliding down against the garage door as I tried to beat on to get Rick’s attention.

“Holy shit, what the fuck Nova?” he exclaimed as he opened the door. His face swirled around me, morphing into every kind of animal imaginable. “Wh-What happened, are you okay?” he asked urgently, trying to assess the situation.

“I-I think there’s some-something wrong with Beth’s w-wine.” I slurred, my eyes trying desperately to close.

“C-Come on Nova, stay with me,” Rick urged, shaking my shoulders gently before opting to just throw me over his shoulder to lay me out at his workbench. “T-Talk to me, baby.” His voice had lost its clinical urgency, replaced instead by confusion and fear.

“I-I didn’t d-drink that much,” I muttered, my eyes closing despite my best attempts to force them open. “Th-Three gl-glasses at most?” He spoke more but it all sounded like radio static as the world around me faded to black.

+Rick+

Watching her fade in and out was the most gutwrenching fucking feeling I had ever experienced. She stared into my eyes, full of trust and fear as she slid in and out of consciousness. I grabbed a syringe, drawing blood for a toxicology report. I shoved the sample into my machine, cursing it for taking so goddamn long.

“R-Rick?” Morty called from behind me, panic seeping into his voice as he rushed to Nova’s side, “Wh-What happened? Is she okay?”

“A-Apparently she drank some of your mom’s wine and it did… this,” I gestured wildly to her limp form, “D-Do me a favor and go check on your mom okay?” I ordered, reaching for my flask to steady my nerves before thinking better of it. If this had something to do with alcohol consumption, then I couldn’t be taking any chances. Morty dashed back into the house, leaving me to swear at my machine as I continued to wait for the results to print. As Morty opened the garage door, the machine dinged and a long list started printing at a snail's pace.

“Mom’s fine, she’s just drunk as shit and crying over some stupid movie,” he told me as I ripped the print out off, reading it quickly.

Nothing abnormal.

What the fuck is going on?

I read over the print out again, looking for anything that could possibly be the cause of Nova blubbering on my workbench but nothing immediately popped out at me. Sounds of gagging broke me from my studies. To my horror, Nova had begun gasping for air, suffocating on her vomit. I rolled her over on her side, the regurgitated wine pouring out of her mouth in the most graceless way. I dug my fingers into her mouth, doing my best to clear her airway as she began gagging again. She vomited spectacularly, spraying my pants and the floor. I took a deep breath, trying to steady myself against mimicking her.

“Morty, go get a bucket or something,” I ordered as she continued to produce more and more bile. He hurried back into the house, reappearing at the doorway with a large mixing bowl, damp washcloth and a green tint to his face. “Just go Morty.” I barked, sending him away with a sharp finger at the house. I folded the washcloth on her forehead, much to her satisfaction it seemed as she mewled softly underneath it. “It’s okay baby, I’ll figure out whatever is going on, I promise you,” I assured her softly, scooping up some of the vomit to test its toxicology.

“R-Rick,” she murmured weakly. At least she was talking again, maybe whatever caused this was finally out of her system? “R-Rick, I-I’m s-sorry,” she slurred, rolling back onto her back and clumsily adjusted the washcloth. It unfolded as soon as she picked it up and she pulled it over her entire face, shivering in relief at the feeling.

“Nova, what on Earth could you possibly be sorry for?” I chuckled in disbelief.

“I-I didn’t mean to th-throw up on you,” she slurred, holding her stomach as she rolled around on the table. “I-Is B-Beth okay? Sh-She s-seemed alright, she was just w-wine d-drunk already.”

“Morty said she was just drunk-crying on the couch about some movie.”

“Th-That m-movie was w-weird Rick.” She tried sitting up, making it to her elbows only to groan and lay back again. “I-It was like it w-was about us, Rick.”

“Wh-What do you mean it was a-about u-us?” I stammered, my eyes wide at the implications.

“I-I mean, it was al-almost our…whatever this is to a f-fucking T.”

“W-We’ll worry about that later,” I told her dismissively, “I just want to get you better first.” The machine dinged again, printing out at that goddamn snail’s pace until I could finally rip the print out off.

Altherium? Drathatine? What the fuck?

“Rick?!” Morty called anxiously, doing his best to carry his mother into the garage as she sprayed the garage with vomit. “Something’s wrong with Mom!”

“Shit, okay, put her in my chair, I think I know how to fix this,” I ordered. Morty wrestled her into the chair, grabbing the mixing bowl from Nova and shoving it Beth’s hands. I pulled out my computer, typing into it furiously as I desperately searched for anything that could counteract the effects of the poison in Nova’s stomach. I ran a test on Beth’s vomit as well, only to come up with the same results. “M-Morty, go find me every bottle of wine that your mom has finished off today.”

“L-Let me help,” Nova pleaded, finally in a sitting position as she tried to slide off the workbench, “I-I know which one it was, I can h-help, l-let me help.” I sighed, knowing there was no arguing with her about it. Morty took his aunt around his shoulders, offering support as she stumbled back into the house. In their absence, I finally found the antidote, two parts garathyme, and one part emardium. I mixed it quickly, pouring it down Beth’s gullet. She gagged against the wretched taste but almost instantly straightened up, looking around the garage in confusion.

“D-Dad, what happened?” she demanded, horrified by the vomit now decorating the room.

“Y-You and Nova were poisoned,” I informed her. Nova finally returned with the empty bottle, offering it out to me weakly. “Sweetheart, this is going to taste terrible but I need you to drink this,” I told her as I handed her the remaining antidote in exchange for the bottle. She grimaced, but downed it quickly, slamming the cup down on the counter like it had been a shot of tequila when she finished. “Beth, sweetie, where did you get this bottle?” I asked apprehensively, already pretty certain of her answer.

“I-I found it in the kitchen tucked behind a box of Eyeholes,” she told me as she eyed it nervously.

“Y-You don’t remember buying it?” I pressed, watching Nova out of the corner of my eye as she started straightening up and color returned to her face.

“N-No, I thought maybe Jerry had bought it or something. I-It was just a bottle of wine, I didn’t think too much of it,” she revealed. My eyes met Nova’s for a brief second before returning to Beth.

“Beth, sweetie, are there any more bottles of surprise liquor out in the kitchen?” She shook her head slowly, her eyes flicking between Nova and I as they filled with tears.

“D-Did I do something wrong?” she asked tearfully.

“N-No sweetie, just do me a favor, if you find any more surprises in the kitchen, bring them to me first okay?” She nodded fervently before turning to Nova and offering an unending supply of apologies. “N-Nova, could you take Beth to the bathroom, get the two of you cleaned up a little bit?” She smiled and nodded at me, leading Beth out of the garage.

Man, I’m just the fucking best.

+Nova+

“Oh Nova, I’m so sorry,” Beth sobbed as I carried her into the bathroom. I helped her out of her clothes and into the shower where she continued to wail desperately.

“Beth, sweetie, I promise you, you didn’t do anything wrong,” I tried to console her.

“I should’ve known Jerry didn’t have an ounce of romanticism in him.”

“I-I wouldn’t say that,” I told her from the bathroom sink. I was doing my best to get the vomit out of my hair as she continued her rant.

“He’s never going to get a fucking job. I don’t know why I keep putting up with him, I tell myself it’s for the kids but Summer and Morty don’t respect him in the slightest. They both think he’s a fucking moron, and I mean, honestly, they’re absolutely correct,” she rambled furiously. The wine she’d had before the death bottle was still in full effect. The water shut off abruptly and the curtain ripped open. I grabbed her a towel, not bothering to cover my eyes from a sight I’d seen a thousand times before. “N-Nova, get in the shower,” she demanded, refusing the towel and grabbing my arm. “You’ve got vomit all over the back of your head.”

“N-No, it’s okay Beth, I promise I’ll get in la-”

“It’s not like it’s the first time we’ve showered together Nova,” she asserted flatly as she pulled my tank top off, tossing it to the floor. I conceded, not exactly interested in an angry naked Beth coming after me. I slid my shorts off, climbing in with her as she turned the water back on. I let her clean the vomit out of my hair, even taking care to also shampoo and condition as I stood awkwardly in front of her. When she reached for the soap however, I drew the line, shutting the water off quickly. I pulled the curtain open, climbing out to grab a towel for each of us. Realizing we had no clean clothes, I volunteered to venture into the house to acquire some.

However, I wasn’t expecting to find Rick leaned up against the wall waiting for me and his eyes bulged at the sight of me.

“Wh-What are you guys- W-Wait, is B-Beth in there?” he demanded.

“Beth wanted to make sure I got cleaned up,” I told him, a note of irritation evident in my tone. “We used to shower together all the time when she was in veterinary school.”

“Wh-Why?!”

“Saves water?” I shrugged, walking down the hall to the laundry room to dig through clothes. “We weren’t exactly interested in making bills any higher than they had to be.”

“God Nova, that’s just… that’s so weird,” he shuddered. I grabbed a pair of sweats and a t-shirt for Beth before heading to Jerry’s office to find clothes of my own. Rick followed behind, trying to make sense of the very close relationship his daughter and I shared. “S-So, you guys just get n-n-naked together, just like, casually? Like its no big deal?”

“Yeah, because it is no big deal,” I told him, rolling my eyes. “It’s never been sexual, like ever. Maybe get over your bodily hang-ups old man.”

“I don’t have bodily hang-ups!” he called after me as I re-entered the bathroom.

Beth and I dressed quickly and rinsed our mouths out with mouthwash. I was unsurprised to find Rick gone by the time we left the bathroom. I laid Beth down in her bed, tucking her in with a kiss on her forehead as she drifted off to sleep. I left her wastebasket next to her bed, hoping she wouldn’t need it before softly closing the door behind me. My stomach was still queasy from the poisoned wine, but I still marched myself back to Rick’s office to start the clean-up on his garage. Much to my surprise, as I opened the door a blue man was sweeping the last bit of vomit off the floor and right after he dropped it into the garbage can he completely evaporated from existence.

“What in the actual fuck was that?” I asked, utterly flabbergasted.

“Oh, that was a Mr. Meeseeks,” Rick told me dismissively, reading a long print out. “It looks like that wine was a parting gift from that evil Morty turd. The altherium would’ve dissolved if it had been in there for longer than a week.”

“But why would he want to poison Beth?”

“I-I don’t know Nova,” he answered, frustration apparent as he wouldn’t even look at me.

Realizing the true source of his frustration, I wormed up behind him, wrapping my arms around his waist. I peppered small kisses all over his back until he relented and turned around to face me. “You know, there’s nothing to worry about, right Rick? I’m yours, you-you know that right?” I asked soothingly. He didn’t answer, meeting my lips softly, his kiss deepening as his hands quickly found their way back under my shorts.

“I love you, Nova,” he told me, breaking away for a moment to stare down at me, only love in his eyes. “I n-never thought I would feel this way a-about anyone, but it just comes so easily when I’m with you. I-I-I’m not good with talking about my feelings, b-but-”

“I love you too, Rick Sanchez,” I assured him, smiling up at him before meeting his lips again. He picked me up easily, resting me on the counter. I melted into him instantly, allowing my arms to drape lazily over his shoulders as he pulled me in closer, deepening his kiss even further.

There are times when everything could seem so impossibly perfect and yet you’ve still managed to fuck them up, by truly no fault of your own. It had been hot all day, coupled with the smell of vomit permeating through the garage, so it wasn’t too far out of the realm of expectation for the garage shudder to be open. In fact, it hadn’t even registered on my radar, most of the time I spent in here was with it opened. But with our secretive albeit far more open affection for one another still new to us, I hadn’t even thought about anyone who might possibly walk by and find me making out with Rick.

“(Y/N)? What in the fuck are you doing?”

Fucking Ryan.

+Ch10: Nothing Follows, Nothing Stays+

#rick and morty #rick and morty fanfiction #rick sanchez x reader #rick sanchez/reader

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corpsebasil · 6 years ago

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Deep End | Timothée Chalamet one-shot (kinda sad ig)

{ song inspo: deep end by Birdy }

Matt didn’t show up to the party, even though I asked him probably a million times, and he swore, promised me, he would. He does this all the time. Saying he’ll do one thing, and then he doesn’t—even though going to a dumb high-school party isn’t important, it still matters to me.

I call him, and he doesn’t answer. I call again—no response. We’ve been together for years, and though I love him, he gets on my fucking nerves.

“You okay, May?” I hear to my left, and lift my head up, raising my eyebrows in surprise.

“Timothée,” I greet, and smile, happy to see one of the only guys I can rely on 24/7. He smiles back and tugs me off the couch, dragging me onto my feet and into his arms.

“You look amazing,” He whispers gently, his lips against the shell of my ear, which sends an involuntary shiver down my spine.

I’m wearing a tight black bodysuit and jean shorts, my long brown hair straightened to my waist. My eyes scan him—he looks good too. He always looks good.

“Thank you,” I reply, fighting back a blush, and glance towards the kitchen, where a bunch of guys are all screaming, yelling for Timothée and beckoning for him to go over there.

My friend is popular in school, so, naturally, all of his guy friends are gonna want him to drink with them. He gives me a quick wink and lets me go, brushing past me gently to head to the kitchen.

I bite my lip involuntarily. It always makes me nervous when he goes crazy at parties, me having had to be his chauffeur numerous times, so it’s nothing new. His ass better be safe tonight.

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For someone so timid, my friend knocks the shots back. I shake my head at him, watching as he downs his—what tenth?—and turns, making his way towards me. His movements are shaky and unsteady, and I roll my eyes, grabbing his arm once he’s in reach.

“Let’s get you in a room by yourself so we don’t have too much damage,” I giggle, and tug him along with me towards one of the bedrooms in the house the party is hosted in.

He grumbles but doesn’t argue, and I step inside the closest empty room, and shut the door behind us. Timothée stumbles his way over to the bed, and collapses on top of it, the effects of tequila kicking in instantly. He gives me a cheesy grin when he catches me watching him, and I roll my eyes.

I walk over and sit next to him on the bed, and he sits up beside me, allowing me to lean on his shoulder a little, and he leans a bit against me.

“Where’s Matt?” He asks, his words a bit slurred, and I shrug, not really wanting to talk about serious stuff right now. We’re at a party for heavens sakes.

“I don’t know,” I mumble in response. “Where’s your girl of the week?”

Timothée rolls his eyes as if he isn’t a notorious player, and shakes his head, a blank look on his face. I can practically see the idea form in his mind, and he tilts his head to the side.

“Ever thought about if we dated?” I hear him ask randomly, and I stiffen a bit. This is definitely not a topic I want to discuss with him. Especially him.

“I have a boyfriend, you dumbo,” I say, going for lighthearted, but my tone sounds a little snide the second it leaves my lips. Timothée’s eyebrows furrow, and he sticks his bottom lip out in a small pout.

“We’d be a cuter couple.” He says matter-of-factly, and I roll my eyes, my stomach twisting uncomfortably.

“I really don’t want to talk about that, Tim.” I say, keeping my voice soft. “Seriously, you’re drunk. I’m not even your type—you’re being ridiculous.”

“You’re wrong,” he shoots back immediately, starting to get a little riled up, and I swallow, my throat tightening a little.

“I’m not,” I say, and try and focus on something else. Anything else. Any other topic.

“May,” he says, and his hand raises to my face, forcing me to look at him. “May, come on. You know I care about you.”

“We’re just friends, Timothée,” I insist, my heart squeezing.

He can’t entertain these kinds of ideas with me. Not with the way I know he knows I feel about him.

His hand drops to his lap, and I swallow, the onslaught of tears rising making me feel ridiculous. There’s no way he’s serious about having feelings for me—about wanting to be with me. Even if he is, I have Matt, and Timothée, knowing him, would become bored in about a week and drop me onto my ass. We’re just better off as friends.

“Please look at me,” Timothée begs, his voice strained. I don’t want to look at him. I know he’s starting to cry, most likely brought on by the liquor, and it only makes me want to cry too. “Please believe me.”

“There’s nothing to believe,” I reply. “You dont like me like that.”

“Listen to me,” his voice breaks, and moisture leaks out of my own eyes, running down my cheeks in streams.

In half a second, he’s reaching out, brushing the tears away with his thumb. I can smell him, mint and cologne and a tinge of tequila. His presence is overwhelming me.

He leans towards me, his forehead brushing against the side of mine, and my heart palpitates, not able to handle the toxicity of his presence.

“Maisie,” he starts, his voice raw, and I squeeze my eyes shut, trying to block out the waves of emotion washing over me.

He’s so close, we’re sitting so close, all it would take is me turning my head a little to the left and his lips would be right there. I wring my hands together in my lap, breathing in a shaky inhale—fuck my feelings.

“I have to go.” I say, trying to keep my voice steady, and stand.

“Don’t go,” He pleads, before I can walk away, and grasps lightly onto my wrist, his hand a warm presence that sends electricity down my arm.

I look down at him cautiously, not wanting to see the emotion in his eyes—needing to see it. The green is dappled with sky blue and they’re bloodshot, his mouth opening and closing as he struggles to find words.

“You’re just drunk, Timothée,” my voice cracks on my own words, and I swallow against the dryness in my throat. “please don’t make this worse.”

He shakes his head quickly, the tears in his eyes only increasing.

“No,” he whimpers. “May please, I lo—“

“Don’t,” I cut him off sharply, fighting back the moisture in my own eyes as my chest constricts, the knot in my throat tightening with every second that goes by. “don’t say things you don’t mean. Don’t say things you know I want.”

Before he can open his mouth again and ruin my life, I tug out of his grasp, walking swiftly out of the bedroom, and slam the door behind me.

The tears are intense now, sobs wracking at my chest as I struggle through masses of people, shoving my way to the front door. I manage outside and rush to my car, revving the engine. I drive home in silence, hot trails running down my cheeks on the way, something inside me having snapped.

Timothée means absolutely everything to me—but I love Matt. I won’t betray my instincts for something that will most likely be fleeting and leave me broken in the end.

So I drive, and I don’t answer when he calls me, and I make it home, and collapse onto my bed to sleep.

I’m too smart to fall of the deep end.

___________

(A/N) sorry this was kinda sad and messy but yolo it’s sad boy hours

#timothée chalamet #timothee chalamet imagine #chalamet #call me by your name #timothée #timothée x reader #timmy #fluff #one-shot #alcohol #sad #party #wattpad #tim #chalametdaily #timothee chalamet blurb #blurb #tchalamet #timothée chalamet blurb

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cjfloodauthor-blog · 5 years ago

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We Need to Talk About Alcoholism

Is it time to stop gaslighting yourself and stage your own intervention?

I’m trying to stop drinking, but alcohol won’t let me.

It recommends itself using my inner voice, the advice of my friends and family, billboards, the radio, books, TV.

One drink won’t hurt!

You can just have a couple.

YOLO! ; )

It doesn’t care how desperately I want to change my life or be able to trust myself or fill my time with other things.

Alcohol is like a charismatic bad boyfriend with a PhD in Neuro-Linguistic Programming who has taken over my mind, fooled my friends and family, and refuses to let me go.

You’ll never meet anyone who makes you feel the way I do.

I’d just turned thirty and my drinking had been out of control since I could remember, but recently I’d started to care. It used to be exciting, social, lost weekends and wild weekday nights; adventures and dancing and climbing scaffolding to look at the city stars. Now it was the same every time. Quiet nights in. Just me and a bottle of wine, sometimes a boyfriend, always the Internet.

I loved it, but I wasn’t in love. We wanted different things, but I didn’t know how to live sober.

“You don’t still stay up all night drinking, do you?” a friend asked, when I explained that I wouldn’t be able to make it out for dinner — although we hadn’t seen each other since we graduated, and she’d just travelled five hours to visit me — because I was still too hungover to be vertical.

“No!” I lied, instinctively. “It just got out of hand last night.”

She looked perplexed and I wished she’d leave. Because I loved her, but what do you do with non-drinkers? I tried my best not to know any, but this one slipped under the radar. Drinkers are wonderful because they don’t need entertaining. No plan required. You lead them to the pub and voila!

Her words echoed in my head long after she’d gone.

“You don’t still stay up all night drinking, do you?”

Was I not supposed to stay up drinking, then? Was it somehow ungainly and shameful and wrong?

The words hit a target I wasn’t aware resided within me. That sad, confused look! That was the reason I didn’t spend time with non-drinkers. Too judgey. So what if I was thirty and living the same life as when as I was twenty. I was a writer. (If only there were a key that adds a fanfare along with the italics.) So what if I lived in a shared house, with no food in the cupboards, still ‘borrowing’ money off Mum and Dad. That’s what writers did!

“But you’re a fun drunk!” a different friend told me, a year or so later, as I shared my longing for an alternate life in which I drank green juice and practiced yoga and went to the theatre; a life entirely incompatible with my current relationships, habits and behaviours.

I was thirty-two now, and there had been so many failed attempts at weeks or months of sobriety that even I couldn’t take myself seriously.

It was Friday night and this friend had agreed to accompany me to the cinema, because I was trying to avoid the pub, which meant trying to gain control of my life — though she didn’t know that, of course — and so, naturally, after the film, she suggested we go to see everyone, which meant pints in the pub, since that was where everyone was on a Friday night. lnstantly, I forgot my agreement.

We went to join the gang, just for one, or okay, if more than one, we had to stop drinking at midnight. We couldn’t stick to our drinking rules for the duration of making them, but we didn’t notice that. We made a pact to leave the bar at midnight, no matter what.

“Anyway, you don’t need to worry,” she said, conspiratorially en route to the Volunteer Tavern. “Because I’ve solved the problem of getting too drunk.”

“Really? How?”

“The trick is to drink halves.”

I nodded encouragingly, the soft part of my throat twerking at the mention of beer, and we walked from the cold, lamplit street into the warm, yeasty pub to wait for the bar man’s eye contact.

Youngish people sat at wooden tables, playing board games and laughing, checking their phones and swigging frothy pints.

“Two halves of Amstel, please,” I said, and the barman picked up two tiny thimbles of glass, leftover from what I could only assume was some kind of teddy bear’s picnic.

“Sorry, I mean a pint and a half!” I panic-shouted before I could stop myself.

The cold amber liquid ran up the glass, and I swallowed, reflexively, took a swig as soon as the barman handed the drinks to me.

“Drinking halves is daft,” I told my friend as we made our way to where our group sat, drinking pints and smoking in the beer garden. “You’ve drunk the whole thing by the time you get to your table and have to go straight back to the bar. A pint saves you a trip. And sometimes five pee too!”

She shrugged, not really listening, and I felt my last dregs of self-respect drain out the bottoms of my filthy Converse. Who was I saying this stuff for? Even I didn’t listen to me.

The lager was cold and fizzy and as it touched my tongue, I remembered that I didn’t like the taste. Strange since I’d been compelled, only seconds earlier, to buy a larger serving.

Still, I needn’t worry about that now. I needn’t worry about anything: I was drinking and all was well. I forgot my silly dream of sobriety, forgot my broader feelings of dissatisfaction, and my friend and I talked and laughed and shed secrets in our usual breathless, hurtling way. And then it was midnight and she finished her final half and hugged me goodbye — she had writing to do in the morning; a deal’s a deal! — put on her coat and headed home. I watched her walk out, then headed back to the bar to order another.

“Last night was wonderful,” she text the next morning. “Seeing you was so nourishing.”

It is beginning to dawn on me that my current network can’t provide the support I need to give up alcohol. They can’t solve this problem that lies within me because they don’t understand it.

I read books about abstinence (Blackout, Drinking: A Love Story, Lit) and pore over posts on websites (Hip Sobriety, Soberistas) about the same, and I feel so inspired, so excited and determined, until the next time, out of nowhere, a pint sounds like a good idea, and I decide to ‘just have one’ and wake with a hangover yet again. I make the same promise to myself: tonight I won’t drink, no matter what, and then I break it. Over and over and over.

Until I am so tired.

In my circles, alcohol is like water, life isn’t possible without it, and if that is wrong we didn’t want to be right. Popular culture agrees — drinking is fun! — as long as you drink responsibly, which is so easy and intuitive that only the party-pooping government offer any guidelines.

Booze solves your problems: loneliness, boredom, crap TV, aging, ugliness, death. It provides sex and adventure, increases beauty — not just yours, but everyone’s! — the world itself’s. It turns up the colours, adds a coat of hyper gloss to the matte finish of planet E.

Why would anyone give it up?

If I could only stop thinking it was a problem then the problem would vanish. Poof!

So why can’t I stop thinking it’s a problem?

Because I’m an alcoholic?

Three years sober, I’m still ambivalent.

The label is out-of-date, but since I started using it my life is strikingly on track.

Am I a ‘high-functioning alcoholic’? No. No one is. Too much of an oxymoron.

Three years sober, I regularly self-identify as an ‘alcoholic’ but when I do, it is acts as shorthand for this:

‘I have an infuriating brain-twist regarding alcohol which means I cannot remember its negative qualities at the same time as I have excellent, technicolour recall of its positive qualities; and because I hear your stories that describe the same twist, I would love your help in holding a realistic perspective on this substance which made my life painful and narrow, and yet which I often long for with a fervent and inexplicable thirst’.

Is the outdated label starting to make sense?

There is almost no evidence of how my drinking was destructive outside of my own psyche. Which is not the same as saying there is no evidence that my drinking was destructive.

My story has so little drama, and yet, weirdly, that’s why I’m compelled to share it. How many people keep drinking because they aren’t ‘bad enough’ to identify with the 12 steppers? How many keep drinking because their friends smile and tell them that they don’t have a problem?

Women, we need to stop gaslighting ourselves and learn from our experience.

There are so many tools and support networks who want to help: AA, Smart Recovery, Soberistas, Hip Sobriety, This Naked Mind, Recovery Elevator being just a few I’ve used along the way.

Most of the evidence of my drink problem came from the way my life changed after I quit. I wonder how your life would change if you did?

#alcoholism wellness gaslighting drinking

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floralseokjin · 7 years ago

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A series of hook ups with Kim Seokjin, the college’s biggest fuckboy…

↳ the index [ #4 the cherry lube ]

pairing; kim seokjin x reader genre/warnings; smut wordcount; 3,275

“Mouth back up,” you ordered, your hands reaching down your body and under Seokjin’s chin, angling him back to the only spot he was allowed to be.

“But—

“No buts,” you cut him, shooting him a glare as he lifted his head from between your legs, wiping his mouth clean. “You’re not putting your tongue anywhere near my ass.”

You should’ve known him eating you out tonight was too good to be true. Lately the act was either something he rushed right at the beginning, knowing exactly what to do to make you cum, wanting to skip foreplay and go straight to the main course, or it was something he did when the main course hadn’t been your favourite. I.e. He’d failed to make you cum.

Tonight he’d already been down there for twenty minutes, edging you almost, like he wanted to rile you up, make you beg, make you needy…

As if you would ask him to eat your ass you were so turned on.

“I won’t be able to kiss you ever again,” you told him, crossing your arms as you looked down at him.

He stared you down for a moment and you knew you’d fucked up. “That’s not entirely a bad thing.” He shrugged on cue.

“Jerk,” you muttered, kicking your foot at him.

He stopped it easily, grabbing your ankle. “C’mon...” he whined, trying again, spreading your legs apart for his feasting eyes. “What about a finger?”

“You want to finger my ass?” You asked, unimpressed.

“It sounds fun,” he insisted. “It’s supposed to be really pleasurable.”

Where had this obsession come from? Looking at him, you would have judged him to be a boob man but he was like a slave to your ass. It had driven him wild since the first time he saw it in all its naked glory.

“Have you done it before?” You asked, curious.

He shook his head. “Nope.” He moved closer to your core. “I just figured we could try something new… I just want to make you feel good...”

You thighs trembled a little when you felt his forefinger brush over your wet folds. He was trying a new tactic, and you were yielding… Why did you have to be so addicted to him? It wasn’t fair. Now he was going to think he’d won. You just liked trying new things with him… New things both of you had never done before… (If you ignored the D*ddy kink experiment neither of you spoke about.)

“What if it hurts?” You asked, almost coyly. You hated pain.

“It won’t,” he rushed, getting a little animated now it seemed you were about to say yes. He thought he’d won. “I mean, it might burn a little at first but...” He trailed off. You raised your eyebrows in alarm.

“I’ll go slow, it’s just a finger,” he assured, not wanting to frighten you off. You watched as he reached to cup your ass in both his palms, rolling the flesh carefully. It felt good and you hummed, eyes closing, legs spreading even more involuntary.

“You know how much I worship that ass of yours,” he told you. “It drives me crazy. I love it.”

He had you. To hell with it. You were horny as hell and he was literally begging on his knees to pleasure you. You couldn’t say you weren’t curious either… It was just a finger after all, even if the idea of being so exposed made you nervous as hell.

“Fine,” you sighed, replying quickly before you took it back. You watched as his whole face lit up, leaning over you to place a kiss on your mouth. That took you by surprise. “Okay, you don’t have to be so nice to me, I already said yes.”

“Huh? I’m just kissing you.” He replied, a confused frown on his face. “Can’t I do that now?”

“Thought it wouldn’t be a bad thing if you couldn’t.” You shot, using his own words against him.

“Be quiet,” he muttered, his hand reaching between your legs, rubbing your clit. “Are you sure about this?”

“YOLO, right?”

He scoffed. “You’re so lame. Can’t believe you have me wrapped around your little finger.”

It was your turn to scoff. As if it wasn’t the other way around. “Just get on with it. Before I change my mind.”

“That’s hardly sexy.”

You wanted to roll your eyes but stopped yourself. He was right, bickering wasn’t sexy. “Sorry,” you murmured, your turn to kiss him now. He rubbed you a little harder and you moaned. He took the opportunity to slip his tongue inside your mouth, sighing softly. “Come on,” you laughed. It sounded shaky. “You’re going to edge me to death.”

And that was how you ended up in what felt like the most unprofessional, worrying, creepiest, doctor’s inspection of your life. Only it wasn’t a doctor, it was the guy you were hooking up with, knelt between your open legs, prodding your asshole like it was about to bite…

“Does that feel good?” He asked, dark fringe in his eyes as he looked up your body, meeting your gaze.

You pulled a face. “Not really. You’re just pressing against it.”

“It’s tight,” he whined almost, rubbing the sensitive flesh again, trying to get access. It felt odd, you squirmed, kind of pleasurable, but not at the same time. He sighed in defeat. “It won’t let me in.”

No wonder, he was being too cautious. Even you knew that. You were about tell him so when he exclaimed loudly, head popping up like meerkat between your legs. “Wait! I have lube in my drawer, get it for me,” he commanded slightly, and you rolled your eyes but stretched your arm, hand aimlessly searching for his nightstand. “First one,” he directed, unconsciously rubbing his dick through his underwear.

You had never seen him so excited, and that was saying something. You opened the drawer up and rooted around for the bottle, fingers finding a box filled with condoms and then finally, a plastic tube.

“Cherry?” You judged when you brought it up to your face to read. You weighted it in your hand and realised something. “Wait, why is this half empty? Does someone have first-hand experience?” Maybe he hadn’t done this with another girl before, but what about himself?

“No!” He half-shouted. “I eat it sometimes when there’s no snacks in the house,” he explained, now sounding a little unsure. “It tastes nice.”

What the fuck.

For what must have been the millionth time since you’d started hooking up with Seokjin, you wondered why…? Why did you keep coming back for more?

He sighed impatiently, breaking you out of your thoughts, and you realised he’d been waiting with his hand out for quite some time. You grumbled, pressing two pumps of the substance against his fingers. You braced yourself.

It was cold, and tickled, but it instantly felt more pleasurable as he rubbed against your sensitive hole. He pushed his finger in gently, gaze intent, and you dug your toes into the bed, holding in a gasp as he begun to slip inside. He got a knuckle deep and stopped, giving you time to adjust.

“I’m in!” He celebrated. Looking across at you his eyebrows furrowed. “Is this okay?” He drew back a little.

“Kind of,” you grimaced, circling your hips lightly, trying to get used to the sensation. “Maybe you should eat me out so it gets more pleasurable?” You suggested. You weren’t trying to trick him, honest.

“Gladly.” He grinned, and then his warm mouth was encircling your clit, tongue sweeping across the bundle of nerves. The pleasure was a welcomed relief and you groaned, arm coming out to drape over your face as you tried to relax as much as possible.

The finger in your ass stayed still for most of this, but gradually, as you got more into it, Seokjin began to rub the pad of his digit against your tight walls, stretching you open little by little, until he was at the second knuckle.

His mouth moved down, tongue darting across your folds before diving inside your entrance. You moaned, hand shooting down to hold his head for a moment, needing to anchor yourself down. He moaned too, enjoying himself, face full of your pussy. (Gags. You hated that word.). Eyes dark he stared up at you as you peeked from under your arm. The sight was just too hot and you giggled breathlessly, overcome a little, pushing your head back into cushions with a gasp.

He pulled back to watch your body writhe and your hand fell from his face, landing on your bare stomach. You heard him mutter something under his breath, although you couldn’t make it out and he slipped his finger deeper, hitting the last knuckle, rubbing inside carefully. You jerked your hips involuntarily, moaning louder. It was starting to feel really good, now that you’d gotten used to the foreign sensation. It was even better when his thumb pushed into your vagina. The angle was awkward, he wasn’t in all the way, but it was enough, brushing against your sensitive flesh. He ducked his head again, licking a strip up your middle before sucking at your clit, attempting to finger you twice at the same time. Despite the clumsy angle, it worked. You moaned louder, rolling your hips into his movements.

“Fuck, this is so hot,” he groaned, pulling back to catch his breath. He was panting, losing himself he was so turned on and that only made you hornier.

“Mhmm,” you keened, heat travelling up your body. It felt so good now. Your body felt hypersensitive, like he could groan against you, breathe against you even, and you’d explode.

You were baffled to realise you were coming undone so soon. “Shit,” you muttered, louder the second time, and then it was happening. “Oh shit, I’m coming.”

Your hips rode up making Seokjin crane his neck as he continued to eat you out hungrily, digits moving vigorously now, desperate to give you as much pleasure as he could before you collapsed back down. With one long moan, you came, knees weak, thighs shaky, definitely more than sated.

He removed his digits slowly, then his mouth, and you watched him with a trembling breath, pretty speechless. He knelt up, looking infuriatingly fucking hot. Your arousal shone all over his jaw, hair stuck to his forehead, and you watched as he wrapped his sticky hand around his covered member, squeezing his erection tight, staining the fabric.

“Can i fuck you?” He blurted, pleading in his eyes, and you almost rolled your eyes. Of course he was going to fuck you, that’s what you were here for, but then—

“With my thumb in your ass?”

“Jin,” you whined loudly. There was always a catch.

“C’mon, you loved it,” he begged, tone almost turning into a gloat as he carried on. “Now just imagine what it would feel like if Mr. Horsey was rammed deep in your pu—

“Please never call it that in person ever again,” you interrupted him. He’d said that once when he was drunk attempting to sext you and you weren’t about to have a repeat in real life...

“Please, pretty please,” he whined, ignoring you. He moved closer, hands clasped together.

You relented. Of course you did. He was begging after all. It was kind of hot… “You’re a fucking deviant, do you know that?” You sighed in defeat. “How do you want me? On my knees I guess?” You moved before he could answer but saw the massive grin stretched across his face, the eager nod of his head.

“Fuck,” he uttered, watching you bend in front of him, ass in the air as you leant on your elbows. Maybe you should feel a little self-conscious, but strangely you didn’t.

You jumped when you felt a sensation between your ass cheeks, his thumb no doubt, rubbing the sensitive flesh he’d already eased open. This time his digit slipped inside easily, to the first knuckle, and because his thumb was thicker it stretched you just a tad wider. You bit down on your bottom lip, ignoring the weird feeling of the intrusion once more.

“This is the hottest thing I’ve ever seen in my whole entire life. I can’t believe it’s finally happening.” The guy was near passing out from the view. You felt him lean back to admire the view, bed springs squeaking under his knees.

“Seokjin,” you whined, rubbing your ass at him, trying to tempt him. “Fuck me.”

“Don’t worry,” he soothed, rubbing your left ass cheek with his free hand. “I will. You’re so wet.”

He tugged on the flesh so he could see the curve of your soaked mound, groaning to himself as he lost patience. The free hand fell away from you, the other still using his thumb to fill you as he awkwardly tried to pry his underwear off one handed, noises of effort leaving him.

He was finally free a few moments later and then you felt the blunt head of his cock pressing against your folds. You held your breath, waiting for the plunge but it never came. Instead you heard a curse.

“Shit,” he muttered, pulling away quickly and you were left hanging.

“What now,” you snapped, beginning to get impatient.

“You look too good,” he whined, “—gonna cum.”

“You know I’m starting to think you have a premature ejaculation problem.”

“Fuck,” he grunted, trying again just to pull back once more. “It’s not my fault, you’re just too incredibly sexy.”

“Jin,” you half-cried, rocking your hips into him, ignoring his attempt at cheese. He already had his thumb in your ass. He’d won. “Fuck me—please,” you begged. “Having a thumb just chilling in my ass isn’t that comfortable, y’know…”

“Sorry.” He leant forward, pressing his cock against you for the third time. “Okay, okay,” he psyched himself up, taking a few deep breaths.

He slowly pushed inside, your needy, desperate walls sucking him inside, and you sighed in relief, waiting patiently when he bottomed out as he tried to get his bearings. It was another near minute before he began to move, thrusting strongly but not hard enough. It still felt good though, and you moaned loudly, head collapsing between your arms, hair falling in your face.

“Yeah, you like that?” He asked, groaning as he hit deep, your body jerking forward.

“Yes, yes,” you clenched out, biting back a groan. “It feels so good—Fuck me harder, Jin!”

He listened, picking up his pace at the same time, moaning loudly. Hearing him like that was such a turn on. He was really into this. So were you.

“My thumb in your ass looks hot as fuck,” he grunted out, voice strained, and you could only imagine what it looked like. You almost opened your mouth, ready to ask him to take a pic but stopped yourself. Next time. He could take a picture next time. There would be a next time. It wasn’t your first time snapping a few photos here and there, it didn’t hurt, you deleted them a few hours later.

You moaned in response and wiggled your ass, pressing it against him tightly as he twisted his thumb. God, it felt amazing. “Shit,” he exhaled, sounding uncontainable. “Don’t tease me.”

“But i want to tease you,” you smirked, sweetness in your tone. “How much do you want to fuck my ass?” This boy was obsessed with your ass. Obsessed with you.

“A lot,” he chuckled breathlessly, shallowly thrusting inside of you now, unable to take it. “I would love to fuck your ass.” To prove his point he spanked you, causing you to fly forward squealing.

“Too bad,” you told him, trying your best to keep the tremble from your voice. “You’ll just have to imagine.”

“Fine by me,” he retorted, his free hand gripping your hip as started fucking your harder once again, nailing into you at full force. “You’d feel so good, tight—fucking hot around my cock—” he got out, the last word breaking in his throat. He whined. “I want that so bad.”

“Maybe one day I’ll let you…” you teased, giving him a little wiggle again.

It was a baseless remark, anal had never been appealing but hearing Seokjin so wound up over the idea turned you on. This was some of the hottest sex you’ve had with Seokjin to date. He must’ve thought so too because at your words he was moaning loudly, thrusts becoming messy, as if he was done for.

“I’d be careful. I-I’d make you feel so good. I promise.” The tone of his voice elicited a moan from you, driving you wild. He really wanted your ass. He clutched your hip tightly, chasing his high, grunts and small moans falling from his lips now.

“I’m coming,” he panted. “I’m coming. Oh fuck.” He pulled out of you quickly. You could hear the way his fist rocked against his hard, wet cock. “Can I cum on your ass?”

“Please,” is all you said in reply, desperately wanting it too.

“Fuck, fuck,” he gasped, his thumb leaving you just as drops of hot liquid fell in its place. “Imagine me coming in your ass.”

His words did something to you, stirred something inside the pit of your stomach, and now having Seokjin’s dick in your ass didn’t seem that bad… You can feel some of his cum dripping into the middle of your ass, some of it oozing around where he’d just stretched you out…

No sooner you were flipped onto your back, hands reaching for his shoulders in surprise. “Seokjin, I’m going to stain your bed!” You exclaimed. You could already feel his cum pressing against your ass and back, soiling his sheets.

“Don’t care,” he mumbled on top of you, lips already finding yours as he kissed you wildly. You were in so much shock you couldn’t return the action. “I love you, I love you, I love you!” He gushed dramatically, punctuating each exclamatory with a kiss.

You laughed loudly, pushing him away for a moment so you could breathe. “Oh, so that’s the way to your heart, huh? Anything to do with fucking a girl’s ass and you’re all theirs! It’s a shame none of your past conquests know this…” You teased.

He shrugged you off. “No, just your ass.” Surprised, you didn’t know what to say, not expecting that reply. He smirked, stealing another kiss. “You should let me eat it out next.”

“Yeah, no,” you deadpanned, pushing him away by the cheek as he leant in for yet another kiss. There was more chance of him doing you in the ass…

He fell to the side, bed bouncing up with his weight. “Don’t pout,” you told him.

He sighed loudly, hands dragging through his hair as he dramatically wondered aloud. “Why did God have to curse me?”

“Oh yes,” you agreed sarcastically, turning to face him, cheek against your palm. “He cursed you so bad. He gave you the dick of a horse, the body of a Greek God and the face of an angel—

“My face is as beautiful as an angel?” He cut, looking smug, and you cursed yourself silently.

“Oh, my bad,” you grinned quickly. “I forgot, while gifting you all that he had to even it out, made you so obnoxious it hurts.”

“Shut up,” he scoffed, looking mighty offended. “I’m not that bad!”

Yeah, you thought to yourself, you guessed he wasn’t… You weren’t going to tell him that though.

Written 2018. Reworked/Edited 2020 Please refrain from posting my work elsewhere. No translations allowed. © floralseokjin 2020

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