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buckyalpine · 2 years ago

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I was thinking about pregnant reader and bucky and I saw you wrote something already😂😅

I saw few posts where everyone finds out reader is pregnant before bucky and it honestly makes me angry 😒 it just irritates me. It's always they take one look at the reader and they all know. I just want at least once that bucky finds out first. Like if yn and Bucky were laying down and she asked bucky for some treats that she hid under the bed that she was craving (ofc bucky was on top of her😉) so he gets them and he starts thinking and goes to ask her like what she was craving, her boobs got bigger and what else happens... so in a few days while yn was sleeping he hears a heartbeat and so he gets a little but scared but no running! He starts talking to it and one day while they were cooking together, he asked yn what she thinks about getting married, moving in together babies etc. Maybe she has irregular period so she doesnt even notices (I usually skip few months even a year so ik I wouldn't notice if I got preggo 😂) so he tells her that she is pregnant and he can hear the heart beat so it goes to the tears and blah happy stuff. And when it gets to the dinner with avengers few weeks later she refuses cocktails and vine and when someone asks she is like well I AM pregnant and takes off her jacket just to see a small bump in a tight dress.

Prettyyyyy please with a cherry on top with whipped cream and a side dish to make this happen 🥺🙏🙏 I can even beg on my knees for this if you want

Babes, you do not have to beg when you come up with asks that speak to my weaknesses. Fuck, I love this so much, my whole heart YES.

18+ Minors dni "Buck"

"Bucckyyyyyy"

"Buchanan!"

Bucky snorted, pulling away from where he was kissing your neck, your pouty face looking back at him.

"Can you pleeease get the chocolate covered pretzels I hid under the bed" You smiled sheepishly. It wasn't a secret you had a little stash of snacks hidden in various parts of the room. Bucky discovered that when he went to grab his Henley from the closet and found a bag of m&ms tucked away between his clothes.

"Really baby? Right now?" He playfully rolled his eyes, ignoring how hard he was, reaching over and pulling the bag out, watching your face light up, giving him grabby hands.

"Can't help it, I've been craving sweet and salty stuff all day"

"I'll give you something sweet and salty" Bucky wiggled his eyebrows while you smacked his arm, grabbing a pretzel and moaning at the taste.

"Perv"

"Never thought I'd have competition with a pretzel"

"Chocolate covered pretzel" You corrected, your eyes nearly rolling back, practically whining a the way the chocolate melted. He looked at you quizzically, he'd seen you have cravings before but never this strongly. He wasn't at all jealous a stupid sweet and salty snack craving had cut into his spicy cuddle time with you.

"What else have you been craving baby?"

You thought for a moment, naming a foot long list of colorful combinations and a disturbing amount of chocolate. Some of the foods you didn't even usually like...

You hummed contently after satisfying your craving, giving your attention back to Bucky. He gave you a devilish smirk, pinning you down on the bed, his boner against your panties.

"I'll give you something to actually moan about baby"

3 orgasms later

You snored softly cuddled against Bucky's body, his arm wrapping tightly around you. He pulled you closer to him, his hand snaking up to cup your boob, his favorite way to fall asleep. They felt...fuller. Bucky gave your breast a soft squish, careful not to wake you. He had your boobs in his hands, his mouth, face face at least twice a day, they were definitely a little fuller. In fact, they’d felt a little fuller for quite some time. Hm.

Over the next two weeks your cravings hadn’t ceased. He’d quietly restocked all your little stashes without telling you, noticing tiny changes in your regular routines. You slept a little more. You were a little more clingy (which he loved, carrying his little koala everywhere). You didn’t seem to notice anything, nor did anyone else but Bucky did. And he had an idea of what it could be.

You were fast asleep, curled up in bed in nothing but one of Bucky’s t-shirts, while he gazed down at your tummy. It had to be it, right? He carefully shuffled down, gently lifting your shirt, glancing up at you to make sure you were still asleep.

When he concentrated, Bucky was able to hyper focus on his sense of hearing, courtesy of the serum and all his assassin training. These were one of the few moments he was thankful for it. He laid his head on your belly, hearing the teensiest faint heart beat that he’d never heard before. He wasn’t a doctor but it all added up. Your cravings. The ever so slight softness of your body. How your boobs were fuller. Bucky’s heart and mind raced at the same time. Would he be a good father? Would his baby love him? He’d dreamt of this moment before but now it was actually happening.

"I know your in there" He whispers, narrowing his eyes at your belly. “Mommy might not even know yet, but I do” Bucky’s eyes flick up to you when you stir slightly, but remain asleep. “We’ll talk later, mama needs her rest”

Bucky carefully pressed a soft kiss to your belly before coming up and holding you again, his heart fluttering because even though he was a little scared, this was everything he ever wanted.

It became a regular occurrence. Bucky always made sure you were fast asleep before laying his head on your tummy, quietly talking to the little peanut in your belly.

“Do you care to explain why you make mommy crave ice cream at 3AM” Bucky whispered, rubbing his tired eyes after getting you some Ben and Jerry’s in the middle of the night. You’d fallen asleep immediately after, a content smile on your face.

A number of conversations had taken place that month.

“Mama doesn’t need chocolate covered oreos”

“Do you have daddy’s super hearing? I hope so, other wise I’m talking to myself”

“I understand the ice cream, but the potato chip sandwich was a little weird today, don’t you think?”

“You’re going to be chunky, mommy going to keep you more than well fed”

The entire month, Bucky couldn’t peel his eyes off you, your boobs were a little more plump and they were only going to get bigger. His cock got hard thinking about how gorgeous you’d look, pretty full breasts, your little one drinking from you....

Him drinking from you.

“She’ll keep me well fed too”

*****

“Y/n?” Bucky’s arms wrapped around your tummy, his head resting on your shoulder while you stirred some pasta, “What do you think about getting married?”

“Hmm, I’d say if someone asked me” You giggled, pecking a kiss to Bucky’s nose, not noticing him nervously shuffling behind you, completely abandoning the garlic bread he was making.

“Would you want to move in with me? Permanently?”

“I already basically live with you Bucky, but it’d make it easier if I moved all my stuff over. Might as well”

“W-what about having babies?”

“I’ve always wanted to have two” You smiled to yourself, thinking about your dream family with little Bucky’s running around.

“With me?” He whispered, a part of him worried you wouldn’t want that with him, given his past. You put the spoon down, turning to look at him while he bit his lip nervously. Your hand cradled his face, tracing over his scruffy beard.

“Of course with you Bucky, why would you doubt that?”

“Are you sure?”

You nodded, looking at Bucky curiously while his heart raced, he’d never asked you these questions before but you figured he should have already known the answer would have been yes.

“Why are you asking me all this baby?”

“Because...” Bucky hesitated, while you looked up at him, urging for him to continue. “You’re pregnant baby”

“H-how do you know” You whispered, your heart racing, melting into Bucky’s arms while he held you close to him. You didn’t have your period for a while but you figured it was just coming later than usual.

“I can hear the babies heart beat. When its really quiet, usually when you’re asleep”

Your breath hitched in your throat while Bucky kneeled in front of you, kissing your tummy, tears streaming down both your faces.

“I’m pregnant?”

Bucky nodded, standing again so he could cradling your body close to his, kissing you all over. You wrapped your arms tightly around him, your heart full.

“You’re pregnant angel, my sweet baby”

A few weeks later

“C’mon, are you sure you don’t want any?” Nat smirked, taking a sip from her wine. You’d just arrived after your date with Bucky, the both of you joining the team for dinner afterwards. You shook your head, while Bucky smiled, kissing your temple.

“I can make you a cocktail” Tony suggested, but you shook your head again.

“Why not” Wanda pouted but you giggled, bouncing on your feet, clinging onto Bucky’s hand. The team eyed you both curiously while you took of your jacket, a series of screams and cries erupting seeing your little baby bump under your dress.

“Cause I’m pregnant”

Bucky grinned, his hands cradling your tiny bump while everyone enveloped you both in a giant hug.

“I call God father!”

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cornerstoreclown · 2 years ago

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Sweet Dreams

Summary: This is a short one-shot (1924 words) where the reader (Gender Neutral) is in an established relationship with Art and they’re laying in bed thinking about him. As they try to sleep, they get an unexpected visitor.

Warnings/Contents: Um. Fluff? Domesticity? That’s more on the contents side of things. There’s nothing really worth mentioning being a warning, I think.

Author’s notes: I feel like this isn’t my best work, but in the advice artists give one another, I’ll post it anyway. I’m very, very, tired, but I wanted to spit out content before next week. I got some great news--I’m moving up the career ladder (new job in my career path that’s basically a huge promotion) on top of me going back to school next week for certifications.

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Last you checked the time, it read 2:00 AM.

You have work in the morning. Early in the morning.

Dread fills you as you already know that you’re going to feel like dogshit. It’s like the terrible beginning to your day that technically started at 12am.

Sleep just isn’t coming to you tonight. She’s been elusive. She’s been tricky. Avoiding you on purpose, you dare think. She seems to come to everyone else so easily, but not you. Never you, it feels like. Some nights she gives you reprieve, but this wasn’t one of those nights. Maybe it’s all those thoughts swirling around in your head–you noticed it happens a lot more around October that you’re tossing and turning until you hurt, which makes it even more uncomfortable to try and sleep. You’re on your stomach, staring off in the darkness at nothing in particular, stuck in a momentary trance.

It was hard to sleep knowing that he’s around. October is his month, after all. And it’s getting close to the 31st of the month. It was hard to not think about him. He’s all you could think about during this time of the year. It’s so stupid how he’s consumed your life, how he’s become so entangled in your life, and how you just let him. He’s near impossible to escape in the fall. You see warnings posted for him, you see him on news broadcasts, you listen to the radio warnings. Sometimes you’d think that you’d see him in the corner of your eye on the streets at night when you were walking alone.

You miss him.

You’re tempted to reach for your phone nearby on your nightstand, maybe scroll through social media a bit, see if there’s any new chatter about the Miles County Clown. But you dread the thought of seeing what time it is and seeing how long you’ve been laying around in a sleepless fit. A few minutes of debating, and you finally reach for the phone and click the button on the side where it lights up and reveals the time to you in white font.

3:04 AM.

You feel yourself gain an extra level of fatigue reading that and opt to click on the side of the phone to turn the light off. Doing any reading about him will just make you all the more anxious. Taking a deep sigh, you roll on your back, put one of your pillows over the top half of your face and again, inhale deeply, trying to not think about the fact that you have to be up in a few hours, but it only seems to impede any progress you have hope in making.

At least your bed smells nice. Smells fresh. You cleaned the sheets and pillows yesterday on your day off. You focus on the scent, and it fills you with comfort. You feel yourself start to relax.

Some time between now and whenever but obviously before the time the alarms you set on your phone went off, you’re at the threshold–the land between dreams and reality, and you hear it.

A set of rhythmic knocks at your front door, before the sound of the door handle being jiggled.

You recognize those knocks. It’s why you’re not getting out of bed. You instead just opt to go a little further under the covers, and when you hear the door swing open and close, you cough purposefully. Your way of letting your location known.

You register the THUNK of what you assume is a bag hitting the floor, and the sounds of various heavy items inside of it clattering along with it. You then hear footsteps make their way in your direction, and you’re relaxed. You recognize the weight of those steps and the pace. Then, you hear your own bedroom door open, and your eyes sharply turn towards the creaking door. It’s dark, but there’s just enough light emitted by the moon tonight that’s shining through the blinds on your windows that you recognize who is staring back at you. A lithe man, with a distinct nose and sharp chin, with a wicked smile, though this time, the wickedness looks more on the muted side, to what you can interpret as contentment.

“Hey, Art.”

You gave Art a spare key to your apartment last week. You don’t know if that was a good idea or not, but you did it anyway. Better than him trying to bust his way in, because you know he’s capable of doing such things. He has an air of the supernatural to him, though you don’t know how far his limits go, and if he’s hiding anything from you that you haven’t seen from him already. He’s cheeky like that.

As he comes closer and steps further into the moonlight shining into your bedroom, you see it, but you only see it because it’s on the white parts of his costume. Dried blood. You know that if it was wet, you’d be able to smell it. Fresh blood often reminds you of rust, and you’ve become quite accustomed to the scent of it thanks to Art and by no choice of your own.

He makes his steps closer towards the bed, and you feel yourself stir as you realize that, even though his clothes look dry, that doesn’t mean that your freshly cleaned bed wouldn’t be desecrated. He’s still dirty, dry or not.

You can’t make out what he’s doing as he’s standing right at the end of your bed and leaning forward with one hand on the mattress for support, but you hear the familiar clunk of his clown shoes and you realize that he’s taking them off before preparing to get in.

“Oh, Art, no–” You start to prop yourself up on your elbows, fatigue still heavy in your voice, but it’s too late. He’s already dived under the duvet, and you’re just too exhausted to fight it.

Seconds later, right at your side, Art pops out from under the covers, darkened eyes meeting your tired ones. Even though you’re not happy that he’s ruining your bed, you do find yourself trying to hold back a smile. His hat’s slanted slightly differently from the blanket pulling at it, and you extend your hand out from under your blanket and fix it until it’s at its proper angle on his head again.

You sigh at him, your smile faint. You feel your head pounding. Exhaustion is overtaking you, and the thought that you’re going to have to clean your bed again later puts weight on your shoulders that you wish you didn’t have right now. You muse that maybe the murder clown will kill you in your sleep tonight, and for a flicker of a second, your sardonic sense of humor finds that great, actually. What a relief, to not exist anymore. He’d be doing you a favor. Humans weren’t meant for the intense level of grind that this society puts upon them, and the stress kills.

“Staying the night, are we?” You ask him. You can still see him through the faint light in your room.

He watches you, fluffing the set of pillows next to your own before laying his head down on them. Judging by the way that he’s settling down, you take that as his way of saying ‘yes’.

“Okay, fine. But tomorrow, you’re helping me clean the sheets.”

He rolls his eyes and scoffs quietly, looking as if you asked a major chore of him. ‘Ugh, fine,’ is what you read from his bodily response. You know he’ll help though. He’s surprisingly helpful around the place with cleaning. That’s why you don’t take offense to him acting the way he is right now. You purse your lips, swallowing any tired, delirious type of laugh you felt bubbling at the back of your throat.

You lower your body back down into the mattress, putting your head on your pillows. You turn your head so that your face is inches from his. It was weird, this level of domesticity between you two. He’s a monster, but not to you. Not ever to you. You wonder if he has the same needs that humans do, if he needs love too. Love was on the hierarchy of needs for humans, as was a sense of belonging. Is it stupid to think that? He’s not human. He’s not like you.

Yet, absentmindedly, you reach out for his hand under the shared covers between the both of you, and when you grasp a hold of it, you interlace your fingers with his, and he lets you.

Art’s hands are rough and calloused, but that’s what happens when you work with your hands as much as he does. The tips of his fingers are a little cold, but the rest of him is surprisingly warm. His body temperature was always a little higher than the average person’s body temperature. Simply another reminder that he’s not human.

You feel the way that he lightly squeezes your hand. Hands capable of being so rough and tearing open ribcages.

“I have work in a few hours.”

Art makes a face of disgust. He looks appalled.

You finally laugh, and he laughs silently with you, eyes shut tight as he does so, wrinkles showing on his face as his teeth show. Those jaws of his are weapons just as much as his hands.

“Been a hard night.” You tell him. And it has. Being awake in the middle of the night with your thoughts is tortuous. Maybe more tortuous than anything Art could do to you, you think. You’ve been trying to be less of your own worst enemy, but it’s been a constant uphill battle.

Art’s other bloodied hand extends out and reaches for the side of your face. His hands are stained with someone else, and yet in the end, he comes here to you. There’s no changing him. You watch him through half lidded eyes, focusing on the way that his thumb strokes your cheek. He’s so tender, yet you know that he’s so cruel. You don’t know what he sees in you, but you pray it never ends. You pray that when you drift off into sleep tonight, if that’s even possible, that he’s there, and that he lets you wake up and this isn’t your last night on this planet that floats aimlessly through the infinite sea of stars.

You’re so frustrated by the lack of sleep you feel like you almost want to cry, but you don’t. Instead, you scoot closer under the covers, right next to the Miles County Clown, resting your head under his chin. You both adjust accordingly so that you’re pressed up against him, and he’s got his arm around you now. Your hands are pressed up against your own chest. You’ll be irritated about the fact that he came to you after killing someone later. For now, you seek comfort.

You seek sleep.

And in his arms, he rubs your back gently, and you can’t see his face, but you’re sure he’s rather indifferent in his expression.

You feel yourself begin to drift off, your muscles relax, and you lose consciousness. The last thoughts you remember having is that you hope that he’s still there in the morning.

When the sun finally rises, you'll be delighted to find out when you open your eyes, that he was, because he wakes you up for the proper time, not your phone's alarms.

#art the clown x you #art the clown x reader #terrifier #slasher x you #slasher x reader #coulrophilia #minors dni #art the clown #long post #I skimmed this so fast for errors I am so sorry #I am so sleepy and tired but I wanted to get this done #canon x reader

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ramp-it-up · 3 years ago

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https://cable-knit-sweater.tumblr.com/post/688418800148840448/sometimes-im-not-sure-if-cats-like-me-you

Do you see the Thot in this too?

“ I need a ….. who’s desperate to see me every time I walk in throught the door”

I can help to see thots everywhere with this man.

Welcome to my dark broken mind world

Darling, we are too much of the same mind. But I disagree with Chris, I think a kitty kat would be eagerly awaiting Chris when he got home. 😏

Warnings: 18+Phone sex, edging, teasing, Daddy kink, masturbation, oral sex (female receiving). Do not repost or steal my work. Follow @rampitupandread to be notified when I post.

Smut drabble below the cut

Kitty Kat

Chris had been away again.

This time, it was only for four days. But he'd edged you every available moment while he was gone. He'd sent texts, videos, he called you and commanded you with that voice of his. He'd teased you to the point of delirium, jacking off in front of your eyes on face time, to the extent that pre cum dribbled all over his hand.

But he never came.

And he never let you cum.

You were at the point of tears last night when he'd called you before he caught the redeye.

"Wait for me, Kitten," is what he said in that sexy ass broken growl of his.

"Be a good girl for me."

“Fuck. Chris. I can’t wait.”

You whimpered, and he almost stroked himself to completion right then, but he that’s not what he really wanted.

“Oh, Kitten. It will feel so gooood. Be a good little kitty kat for me. Keep my pussy warm. And throbbing for me.”

He bit his lips and you could practically hear his smirk. You wanted to wipe it off his face with your pussy.

“Oh... Chris, I’m gonna....”

You weren’t touching yourself anymore, but that didn’t stop your clit from pounding away.

Your delicate cries of desperation made his own eyes water. Chris drew in a ragged breath as he pictured your arched back, your wanton wide open legs, your fingers clutching the bedsheets. He pictured you perfectly, and he cursed and prayed that he’d made the right decision not to FaceTime you.

“It’s gonna be so worth it.”

You whimpered again.

“Yes Daddy.”

Pre-cum spurted from Chris’ tip as you said the magic words, and he groaned.

“Fuck, you’re gonna be the death of me.” Chris chuckled. “I gotta go. I gotta get ready for my flight Kitten.”

Chris stood up and went to the shower to turn on the cold water.

“7 hours. I’ll be home in 7 hours.”

“Okay Daddy. Have a safe flight.”

“See you soon.”

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Chris was on edge throughout his flight. He looked at pictures of you most of the time. Not just the naughty ones; he was smiling over pictures of your face. Your eyes, your smile; he was head over heels.

You had his heart and his soul. He thought that at 7 am when he made it home and that you’d probably be asleep when he reached your side.

Oh well, he thought. He’d content himself with holding you until you woke up. Anything was better than nothing.

___

Chris unlocked the door and walked in to the sight of you on the couch, legs open and body shining by candle light. His heart leapt at the sight of you and his mouth spread open in a grin.

“Hello, Chris. You wanna make me cum, or you wanna watch me do it? I’m desperate for you Daddy.”

Chris dropped his bags and kicked the door closed as he watched your fingers circle your clit. He walked over to you and glared down at you you stared up at him under your lashes. He should have been angry, but he was caught up by the fact that he was this close to you again.

He dropped to his knees in front of you and kissed your trembling lips.

“I’m thirsty from my long flight, Kitten. Let me have a something to drink.”

You arched your back as Chris took your ass in his hands, lowered his head and began to slurp from your folds.

😓

Feedback is for lovers. 😘

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hms-no-fun · 2 years ago

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I hope this ask doesn't come off as rude at all-- and I apologize if it does!-- but as an aspiring writer, I'm honestly really confused by some of the early choices in Godfeels, and I'm curious if I'm just not "getting it". I saw some posts about it pop up in the tag (and they WERE very shitty and rude about it :/), but I'd love to hear your explanation/take on June's big character change immediately post-realization, and especially the... "Trickster Arc", I guess it could be called? The former I get to some extent, but I'm really curious about the choice to do all THAT so early in the story with the trickster candy.

Seriously love your work, your narration is honestly a big inspiration to me in terms of how meta it gets and how close it gets to communicating directly with both the main character AND the audience!

no rudeness detected at all! this is a great question, in fact it’s one i’ve been kinda hoping someone would ask because i’ve been thinking about this stuff a lot these last few months. but i get the sense that you’re at least a little new here, so uh, yeah, hello, when people ask me interesting questions i tend to answer at great length. so strap in for that after the break lmao. also as a note, there will be some spoilers for all of godfeels here but please don’t let that scare you away, they’re all contextless and, if anything, might honestly make the rest of the story *more* enjoyable as a result.

as far as "getting it" goes, i've talked at length about the how & why of the violence in godfeels in multiple places so i'll try to avoid rehashing that too much here. but one thing i want to emphasize right off the bat is that i never intended godfeels to be an ongoing thing. you talk about the trickster arc happening “so early in the story” but when i wrote godfeels 1 i didn’t plan on writing more. i didn’t even plan on making john trans! my idea of what the sum total of godfeels 2 would be when i started writing it wound up being completely different from the finished work. i didn’t plan to make this thing so long. i didn’t plan for june to accidentally on purpose kill her friends while drunk and then retcon it. i didn’t plan on turning the whole thing into a space opera. it all just happened to me, man. i kept writing because i kept finding more interesting things to say. and it’s important to specify that when i started gf1 i hadn’t written fiction in years. i think if you jumped ahead to godfeels 3 part 1 chapter 8, no matter how you feel about the content we’d at least be able to agree that in the years since 2019 i’ve become a much much better writer. if you want more insight into how my process has evolved, i’ve written so so so much about it, too much maybe even, in the #sarahposts tag.

anyway, now i want to talk about june's "big character change." the extent to which her trickster arc makes sense or feels in character seems to vary wildly from person to person. what always bugs me about "ooc" as a criticism is that godfeels starts six years and change after the end of homestuck. let's remember that the protagonists of homestuck were sixteen when the comic ended. now i want you to ask yourself if you as you were at 16 would think that you as you are now was "in character." or vice versa! probably not, right? it doesn’t even have to have been six years. i was STILL sixteen when i started to get embarrassed of who i was at sixteen!

that should be all i need to say, but it isn’t. and it doesn't really get to the core of the issue anyway. i am not nor have i ever been interested in writing "a sequel to homestuck,” even though it has kind of just become that anyway. godfeels has always been about the meaty existential drama you can tease out through the complicated character dynamics of these fucked up traumatized gods. godfeels has always been my way of analyzing the themes and ideas of homestuck, the existential ramifications of the mechanics of SBURB and the classpects and retcon (let’s remember that i wrote godfeels around the same time that i took over hosting duties on the perfectly generic podcast). godfeels has also always been about me and my trauma. i even used to joke that june was my self-insert character, though i've seen that line repeated unironically by enough people who haven't read godfeels that i've stopped saying it. because it's not true! june is very, very different from me... i just happen to see my life reflected in her eyes.

to immediately rehash what i said i wouldn't, june eg8ert arose out of my frustration with most versions of the june egbert headcanon particularly in the summer of 2019. let's call her "hairclips june." hairclips june is always smiling, usually with smiling friends, she's wearing hairclips and has nonzero tit and is A Woman Now. as i said in my video, while i don't begrudge anyone their comfort food, this simply was not my experience with coming out as a trans woman. and of all the characters, i’d always identified most with john. also i thought, you know, these kids are SERIOUSLY messed up, every single one of them has died multiple times, they've seen things and done things no one should ever have to. and retcon! god, what a mindfuck retcon is.

those are the primal ingredients of godfeels. what if june came out and everyone wasn't chill about it? some folks say that's out of character and, idk, i guess that's arguably true. but i had friends who were very vocal trans allies who’d been in queer relationships who still stopped talking to me after i came out. let me tell you i spent a lot of time fucked up in the head over how "out of character" that was for them, to the extent that i blamed myself for their reaction because surely they couldn't be so out of character. to which one might respond, well, why do this as a homestuck fic then? why not just do my own original thing instead?

and i guess the answer is that i didn't want to and i still don't, really. it's not just about the characters for me. i like the rules of the homestuck universe. i find it interesting how it mechanically reflects being a fictional narrative. and, you know, maybe it's easier for me to process violent intrusive thoughts through a character who is capable of acting on those thoughts and then immediately undoing them consequence-free. retcon is, in fact, sort of the perfect mechanism for exploring violent intrusive thoughts because it lets us play out the fantasy without lasting diegetic harm, such that we can just focus on the existential and moral questions of the phenomenon itself. and like, yeah, that’s not everyone’s cup of tea. but isn’t it still just as valid a topic to explore in fiction as anything else?

like em or not, people have intrusive thoughts. people have violent impulses. sometimes they even act on them. the unpleasantness of a phenomenon shouldn’t dictate whether it is acceptable to depict in fiction-- if anything, we ought to take our instinctive desire to look away as an urgent invitation to look closer instead. as i’ve been wont to say for years and years now, “problematic” implies a problem to be solved. that which is human is inherently complicated. to pretend it’s all good or bad excises humanity from the equation, or at least flattens the range of acceptable humanity. all of which is my extremely soapboxy way of saying (as i’ve said a million times by now), yes, godfeels june is problematic. that is in fact what godfeels is about.

there's an extent to which i think this can be blamed on how rooted we are IN june's perspective in gf1 and 2. i don't think people really appreciate the fact that godfeels 1 is john threatening to commit suicide and almost going through with it. that's the context in which her friends react poorly to her coming out; i mean, she's literally sleeping on rose's couch because everyone's so worried about her! i think that, by being completely within june's perspective for all of these events, we don't really get a good sense of the interpersonal dynamics at play (probably because i didn't even really understand them myself until later). instead we just see people who should know better acting like dicks.

i think whether or not june’s trickster arc is canonically palatable to you depends very much on whether or not you've had a dear friend disappoint you so much that you're no longer on speaking terms.

but if we want to reel this back from the abstract philosophical, maybe it’s enough to say that we just have different interpretations of these characters? they’re not monoliths, you know. different people see different things in different characters. some folks get a lot out of hairclips june and that’s okay. maybe i was a bitch about other people’s headcanons back in 2019 when redditors were calling me and my friends abusive pedophiles for liking vriska, but i gave up that fight when the redditors got what they wanted (to harass a group of queer creators offline and out of their jobs). if someone wants to woobify gamzee, whatever man, go right ahead. that ain’t my cup of tea and i personally don’t think that’s very in character either, but that’s why i don’t read it. it ain’t for me and that’s fine. i like homestuck BECAUSE these characters can mean so many things to so many people. is this variability not precisely the thing that makes the postcanon era so interesting?

i have my idea of who these characters are based on who they were in the comic and i work very hard to keep them in character, but i also don't want them to be trapped in amber. i want them to grow and change and become different people, because homestuck itself is obsessed with inescapable absolute archetypes (ie the ultimate self, or the captchalogue system) and i enjoy troubling that. i enjoy swimming in a sea of weird problematic dilemmas. that’s what’s fun about fiction for me, you can think about and write about all the most difficult and even fucked up things you like, and it definitionally cannot cause real material nonconsensual harm to another human being. and yet we get so tied up in the question of harm anyway! maybe that makes sense when talking about marvel movies, but this is fanfiction we’re talking about. this is HOMESTUCK fanfiction. if i were to go on twitter right now and post “homestuck is good” i’d end the day with at least five comments saying “lol no it’s not.” SOME OF THOSE PEOPLE WILL HAVE HOMESTUCK AVATARS. there are few things as cringe as liking homestuck even among people who like homestuck, so who cares? i like homestuck, i like the epilogues, i like hs2, and i think a pretty gargantuan majority of this fandom are subliterate babies. that’s why i don’t engage with them or make much of an attempt to bridge the gap. i think godfeels and its cool little fandom is all the better for how much work it requires of the reader to “get it” as it were. i wish more people would give it a chance, or at the very least not immediately throw me and a lot of my friends under the bus at every possible opportunity, but what can you do? i just write. people will react how they will react. what matters to me is that it stays true to itself as a work, and that it grows with me and my audience and my collaborators. trying to backpedal or soften the edges would just ruin the whole thing, likely alienate my current readers and inevitably invite even more bad faith readings. no thanks!

some folks stop reading godfeels after june's trickster arc, and i can respect that. if you get to that part of the story and don't like it, chances are you're not gonna like the rest of it! and in that sense, i guess you could say i “chose” to have june’s trickster arc happen so “early on” as a litmus test for the reader. as annoying as it can be feeling like i’m constantly having to address this exact issue, i vastly prefer it to a bunch of people hate-reading something that wasn’t made for them. but again, i didn’t know this was “early on” when i wrote it, because i didn’t plan it to happen. i didn’t intend for june to go on a killing spree, she just did it and i as writer decided, you know what? this is way more interesting than what i had planned. and then dirk became the antagonist because, oops, june coming out fucked up all the schemes he has that play out in the homestuck epilogues. and i guess in THAT sense, the palatability of godfeels depends on whether or not you liked and/or tolerated the homestuck epilogues and homestuck^2. these, too, are not for everyone. but godfeels is not a replacement for them, as some folks like to claim (god bless them). i’m not interested in rewriting homestuck or fixing its sequels. ok well that’s not entirely true, i think the epilogues did jake REAL dirty and that’s become a big focus of mine going forward. but even then, i don’t pretend the epilogues didn’t happen. in fact if you’ve read all of 3.1, you know just how cosmically important they end up being.

but this is, i guess, kind of the crux of the issue for me. june’s trickster arc happens very early on in the story, yes, and that’s deliberately challenging on a lot of levels. june spends a great deal of time being challenged by it herself! but folks who stop there (if they even make it that far) often act like the whole story is grimdark wish-fulfillment violence or me airing out my irrational hatred of Boys (????), and that's just not true. i don’t give a shit about that. we get to june's trickster arc at around the 25,000 word mark, out of the current grand total of over 400,000 words. her violence is functionally the prologue, and she spends the entire rest of this story suffering the consequences of those actions. so if i am frustrated with this line of questioning, a lot of it comes down to the fact that if you just read the rest of the story you’d see that i have in fact had all of the same thoughts you’ve likely had. i know people who think i did dirk dirty in gf2, and i actually kind of agree! which is why dirk comes back and has a difficult, complicated relationship with his past self. people complain about certain characters being ooc, which i can certainly understand because when i started godfeels i really did not have a great grasp on them! but also, if you kept reading godfeels you’d know that the tension of whether or not someone is cosmically “in character” is a huge running theme of this story. june’s friends react poorly to her coming out in part because it seems out of character for her! hell, phenomenologically how *could* june be in character after coming out when she barely even knows who she is yet? her whole thing in gf1 is that she doesn’t know who she is anymore! just realizing that you’re trans changes you, changes how you see the world, how you relate to other people. or it did for me, anyway. risk, dare, X, angel dirk, and silverbark are all sorts of caught up in this question. and if you’ve gotten to the end of 3.1 you’ll know about the concept of denexustic radiation:

and that’s just the tip of the metaphysical iceberg. all of which is to say that this is a feature, not a bug. so it’s always very funny to me when people drop out so early on only to complain about the very same problematics that i’ve spent three years and 400,000 words exploring.

BUT. but. yeah godfeels 1 and 2 are messy. the gf3 prologue is very messy. it’s a serial narrative that has changed shape multiple times over the years, and barring a bit of polish on gf1 around when i started writing gf3 i generally refuse to go back and rewrite things. there’s a lot i would do differently today, but if i had done it differently then the story as it is today would not exist. and i love this story! i might look back on gf2 and feel like it’s rushed and messy, but i know that it was the best i could do at the time. it’s a reflection of who i was as a writer then. i live with the ramifications of that for the same reason i don’t delete the old videos on my channel from before i came out/learned what communism was: because i don’t like to pretend that the present was always present. i’m a different person now, a different writer. i made mistakes, i learned, and i changed. i will continue this process for the rest of my natural life, as will you.

ultimately i guess my answer here is that godfeels is a flawed work written by a flawed person, and the extent to which readers relate to it seems to have a lot to do with how much their flaws overlap with mine. i get lots of people telling me my characters are in character. i get people telling me they’re more in character than some canon! and it’s not that i weigh those comments as more valuable, i just see it as an indication of who my audience is. i’m not writing for people who want more hiveswap, and i’m certainly not writing for people who dismissed hs^2 out of hand. i’m just writing for myself and my friends, and it just so happens that some people seem to get a lot out of it.

i’m gonna close out here by actually finally directly addressing your question with what i think you were ultimately hoping for: some writing advice.

the rules don’t exist. there are things that can make some art better or some art worse but they are not universal. the rules are fake and if you hold every story you touch to those rules, you’re gonna have a bad time. a story is not static and it is never truly yours. you discover it. sometimes you can expand it or alter it in ways but, at least in my experience, doing so more often than not just kills the whole thing-- or at least demands a complete reconceptualization. all of which takes time, and we live in a world where taking time to get in touch with and hone your craft is considered sort of a bad economic decision. but art is what it is and it does what it does and we can either play with it or we can put it in a cage.

what i like about making art is that i am not entirely in control. i have my plans, my schemes, my ideas, but the fun of writing is just putting a bunch of characters in a room together and seeing what they do. quite often they do things i would never expect, that are far truer to their character than i anticipated. my experience has always been that the more you outline a story before you write it, the harder it is to actually write that story. when i know everything that’s gonna happen on a moment to moment level, the whole thing falls dead on the page. but obviously you need to know SOME things! and i’ll say that from the inception of gf3 back in december 2019 to now, very very few of the broad strokes of my plans have changed. if you’ve read all of 3.1 you know there’s a very specific timeline at play in the backstory of a group of characters we’ll be spending a lot of time with in 3.2. there are no questions or mysteries or whatever else i’ve introduced to this story that i did not have at least the sense of an explanation for. but these are simply bullet points that dictate the endpoint of a path and suggest something of the moral/philosophical/emotional arc that needs to occur in order to get there. the real meat of it comes out in the act of writing itself, and that’s what i’m here for. it’s a gamble that doesn’t always pay off, and it does mean that i have almost 80,000 words of material i ended up rewriting or cutting sitting in a doc somewhere, but that’s worth it for me.

if art is to be relevant, it must have the capacity to make an audience uncomfortable. if art is to be essential, it must have the capacity to demand a strong reaction (positive or negative) from everyone who sees it. if art is to be true, it must have the capacity to reflect the disquiet contradictions of simple existence that we desperately wish to ignore in our daily lives. that doesn’t mean everyone has to or should read difficult art, or like it, or make it. but it has always existed and it will always exist, and i think it is essential for writers and critics alike to learn to stop themselves from mistaking a common storytelling method for THE storytelling method. and frankly, most of the art i love most in this world is art that i didn’t particularly like the first time we crossed paths.

and lastly, never forget the inarguable truth that the audience bears quite a lot of responsibility in this equation. you are never, as a writer, inflicting anything on your reader, because your reader can always opt out at any moment they wish. if something doesn’t work, yeah, that’s a problem you can fix. art is a conversation in that way, or at least ought to be. but at the same time, art has no obligation to be perfect, or smooth, or easy to consume. the rules are fake. they exist to be broken. the pursuit of perfection is a dead end. just make shit

okay this one has gone on QUITE long enough lmao i hope there’s something useful in there for you somewhere and uhhhh i hope you enjoy the rest of godfeels if you haven’t already read it!

#sarahposts #godfeels #homestuck #writing advice #problematic art #transgender writing #june egbert #homestuck epilogues #homestuck2 #trickster arc

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go-learn-esperanto · 2 years ago

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I would like to have finished writing the well thought out post I was gonna do initially but I've been extremely busy today, so I'm just gonna say.

I am so distraught by what this situation has done to my community.

Right now I'm in constant anxiety and terror because I don't know which of the blogs I followed and loved, and even possible friends, are just gonna leave forever.

It hurts seeing something that was mostly build by the fandom - let's be real, the last year of Dream SMP popularity has mainly remained because we are so many and we created fics and art, and videos and everything. It wasn't the the Minecraft server. Definitely not just that.

And more than that the Minecraft server isn't just Dream. There are so many CCs who poured all their art in it, and to see the story gone? The community gone? Just like that? That would destroy me.

I spent the last 2 years dedicating so much of my time, love and happiness to it. I made so many friends in this community.

I really don't want to say I left a fandom not because I lost interest but because the fandom sinked all around me.

The last Reblogs aren't done with lightness in my heart they're made of desperation, of simultaneously trying to maybe make my followers happier with fun posts and trying to convince them to maybe not leave, or even the worst of them all, scattering trying to reblog a posts of a blog that has said they won't be here anymore.

To me the Dream SMP was ours. We all got together when there was a new Sad-ist or Late August animatic, a lot of my music library is Dream SMP fan songs, Passerine was a fanfic with fics, music and animations made out of it. A lot of us talk about the Super Hero au like it's canon sometimes, we fought to get that Ao3 tag!!! We made content in the Dream SMP canon (the white streak, YCGMA limbo).

I am inclined to say that the fandom as a whole is as much of a Content Creator as the the Dream SMP's content creators, if not more (we are a lot of people).

And now some are leaving for very valid reasons, and us that are staying know that we'll have to find way to make this work in a sensible way - that we'll also suffer consequences of having extra hate thrown at us, even if we really haven't supported Dream directly in a long time (I for example never really liked manhunts that much so outside that really small lore video of Dream I haven't touched a Dream video or stream for more than a year).

And to think of the community that bonded around an Ode to L'Manburg and still knows how to sing it today. To think of a community that is such a safe space for LGBTQI+ people. To think of the inside jokes about salmon. To think about the zines. To think about the fact that I could live of fan content!!! Because we had almost all art forms! From embroidery to book binding, to composing to drawing, animatics/animation, sculpting, cosplaying, writing, programming, etc... I have seen it all.

And to think it can all be threatened by a single person? When we are literally millions? It's a feeling I can't really describe.

I can only wish that on the best case scenario something happens like what happened to Hermitcraft - the server goes to another person. But part of me thinks we might end up like Yandere Highschool, although worse because everyone knows about the Dream SMP. I'm starting to wonder if that even is wishful thinking. Because at least people leave Yandere Highschool fans alone because almost nobody knows about it.

All of this to say - more than the lore I am worried about the people and friends I might lose because of this situation, and what I wish is for we all to come out of this the least scratched as possible, so that maybe we can still play a little melody.

#gle original #long post #the dream situation #mcytblr

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heavyhitterheaux · 2 years ago

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One and Only

AN: yall probably are going to want to fight Urban after this 🤷🏾‍♀️

Synopsis: You're tired of your long term boyfriend acting single so you decide to give him a taste of his own medicine

Pairing: Urban Wyatt x Reader

Inspired by my Luna love @sinsandsuccubus 😘💕

Please Do Not Repost My Content Anywhere

You couldn't quite put your finger on why your boyfriend was still acting the way he was as of lately, but you were tired of it.

But, you shouldn't be surprised.

This is how he acted before the two of you had gotten together.

The only problem is that even though you held the title of being Urban's girlfriend, the title shouldn't even exist at this point.

Any time he went out he would be surrounded by different girls.

And none of them were you.

People would tag you in the posts.

The strippers

The lap dances

Getting drunk and high in public

Oh, and let's not forget him doing a body shot off of someone's boobs that weren't yours.

But you still stayed.

For reasons that you couldn't quite understand.

At this point, it was embarrassing and humiliating to see that someone who was in a relationship that was publicly known act the way he did.

You saw the looks of pity.

You were told numerous times that you didn't deserve this from different family members and friends.

The fact that even Urban's best friend Jack told you that you could do better.

He knew Urban like the back of his hand and knew his ways and from the looks of it, things had only gotten worse.

He thought that the antics might stop since he had asked for you to be his girlfriend but it was the exact opposite.

Urban acted as if he never had a care in the world or a girlfriend waiting at home for him.

I guess he figured, if she hasn’t left by now, then what makes you think she’ll do it now?

As far as you know, Urban hasn't slept with anyone else, but you had a feeling if he kept this little routine of his up that sleeping with someone else would probably be next on the list.

You knew he loved you... or did he?

Or did he love you simply because you were reliable and always there for him when he needed it?

Urban was going on tour with Jack and you had helped him pack everything in his suitcases.

You were nervous to say the least.

Different city every night also meant different girls every night which also meant them not knowing how to keep their hands off your boyfriend and to themselves.

He leaves tomorrow morning around 6 am to catch his flight and you were dreading it.

You weren’t really dreading it because you knew that you would miss him, that was a given.

You were dreading it because you already know that there will be plenty of pics and videos showing his extracurricular activities.

For now the two of you were just laying around the house and having a relaxing day.

One thing about your boyfriend is that he was perfect in every other aspect.

You didn't want for nothing with him.

Except him engaging in hoeish activities.

When he was with you, he was the perfect boyfriend and it was like a switch was flipped.

It was almost as if you were dating two different people.

"I'm going to miss you." You confessed while looking up at Urban who had his eyes focused on the television in front of him. He broke out of that trance when he heard your voice.

"You know you can always come with me, baby."

"If I want to keep my job, I can't."

If you wanted to eventually break out on your own, you needed to learn all that you possibly could and pay your dues.

"Can't you take off for at least a week?"

Honestly, every time that Urban left he would try his best to get for you to go with him, but nine times out of ten you opted to stay home.

"I'll see what I can do but no promises."

"You work too hard mamas."

"I have goals I want to accomplish. I have to work hard."

"Not being my girlfriend you don't."

"Not everyone has a famous best friend."

"But still..."

"Like I said, I'll see." You replied while kissing Urban's cheek.

"That way we can fuck in multiple countries. Maybe even join the mile high club."

"URBAN!"

---

It took some convincing but you were able to get a week off from your job and told Jack and Neelam so that you would be able to surprise Urban.

So far you hadn't been tagged in anything displaying Urban's nonsense which you were thankful for.

Maybe he got it all out of his system and is starting to change?

Your flight had been delayed so you missed Jack's performance, but was happy that you would be able to spend more time with your boyfriend.

The entire team had gone out to celebrate at a popular club in the city after Jack's performance and you decided to make your way over there. After you had gotten settled, Neelam sent a driver to come and get you and you began to make the short fifteen minute trip.

Once you were inside, you immediately spot Jack in the VIP section and he motions for you to come towards him. He met you halfway and brought you in for a hug.

"Hey Y/N, I'm happy you’re here."

"Always happy to spend time with you guys. Where's Urban?"

"Umm.."

"Jackman start talking. NOW."

"Look, I warned him not to, but..."

You peeked over Jack's shoulder the best that you could since he happened to be a lot taller than you and all you saw was red.

You went around Jack despite him trying to pull you back towards him and made a beeline for Urban. If you were a cartoon, there would have been steam coming out of your ears.

You make eye contact with Urban as he gets a startled look on his face and pushes the girl off of his lap.

Caught red handed.

The only reason why you probably didn’t know sooner is that no one was actually posting pictures and videos of what he had been doing when he was out of your sight.

At this rate, he was worse than a toddler and never knew when to quit.

"Y/N! Baby, what are you doing here?"

"Don't baby me. I was trying to surprise you but I see that you're still up to your old ways. I should have known."

"It was just a little dance. Doesn't mean anything." He says while looking at you but slipping the girl some cash.

"Are you serious right now?"

"I'm not about to argue with you right now in public."

He had you fucked all the way up.

"Oh, but it's okay to basically embarrass me and be all over other girls in public?"

"Babe, quit overreacting! Like damn, you always do this shit."

"If you even think that this is me overreacting you have no idea what I'm actually capable of."

"You act like I'm fucking every girl I see!"

"With your eyes, you definitely are. And how am I supposed to know that you aren’t?"

"You doin too much right now. I have never cheated on you."

“No you just like to do body shots off girls who definitely aren’t your girlfriend.”

“That was one time.” Urban muttered before breaking eye contact with you.

You scoffed before answering.

"Hmm okay then. Pick one."

"Pick what?"

"Me your girlfriend even though that title should be used very loosely or your hoeish activities because you damn sure can't have both."

Urban had a look of disbelief on his face, but remained silent.

That was all the confirmation that you needed.

"Looks like I got my answer." You responded as your eyes filled with tears and went to make your way towards the exit.

Jack tried yelling for you, but you needed to get away from everything and everyone.

You knew you should have stayed home.

---

It had been about three months and you had cut off all contact with Urban and you told all of your friends to do the same thing.

You were at the point that you didn’t want anything to do with him.

If he wanted to move about like he was single, then there wasn’t even a second thought to let him go.

It hurt like hell, but for your peace of mind you knew that this was the best option.

He could be free to do what he wanted.

While you had to work on healing your heart.

But, that was okay.

You knew it wasn’t the end of the world and that relationships would come and go.

However, you just knew Urban was your soulmate.

As crazy as that sounds.

To get you out of the house, a friend of yours was throwing a party and had been begging you to go for weeks.

You really didn’t leave the house except to get food and go to work and you had officially turned into a hermit.

You wanted to get back out on the dating scene, so you immediately said yes.

Little did you know the surprise that would be waiting for you that would take place during the night.

Urban walked into the party surrounded by his best friends and simply took in the scene in front of him.

He partied, drank, and smoked a lot heavier than he had been because he missed you.

He admits that it was stupid on his part to let you go.

And for what?

Lap dances and body shots?

Now he had been lonely as hell and didn’t have anyone to blame but himself.

You wouldn’t answer him when he called, the unanswered texts.

After the first month, he stopped trying to contact you.

He figured if you wanted to talk to him that you would’ve.

We were now on month three and nothing but radio silence was coming from your end.

Jack had hit him on his arm to get his attention and broke him out of his thoughts.

“What?”

“Uhh, is that Y/N?”

You did look slightly different, but there was no doubt in his mind that it was you standing there across the room in front of him.

You had dyed your hair.

Was that a new tattoo on your arm?

And you were surrounded by a lot of male attention.

“We can leave...”

“Nah. I’m good.”

He in fact, was not good.

He had his eyes on you for the entire night, so much so that Jack was starting to get concerned.

But, you still had yet to notice him.

“Uhh, Urb, you are literally burning a hole in the back of her head. Go talk to her.”

“She doesn’t want to talk to me.”

“You won’t know that unless you go over there. Truth be told you never deserved her in the first place because of your fucking antics...”

“Thank you for that.”

“Just being honest.”

It wasn’t until he noticed you and the guy you were dancing with were basically fucking while you danced on him.

Jack saw the look on his face and before he could say anything, Urban immediately made his way over to you and proceeded to throw your over his shoulder.

“WHAT THE FUCK? URBAN?! PUT ME DOWN! NOW!”

The two of you made it outside before he put you back down on the ground and you had a look of disbelief on your face.

“Okay um, for starters, hi, hello ex-boyfriend that I want absolutely nothing to do with. Second, what the absolute FUCK is your problem?”

“Look, I just.... I get it.”

“You get what?”

“Why you would get so defensive and mad over me being around other girls.”

“Okay, you got a taste of your own medicine. But guess what? You’re single and have no girlfriend now so I could care less.”

You turned to walk away, but he caught your arm turning you back towards him.

“Please Y/N, just give me another chance. I promise to do right by you this time.”

“Oh, I see. You don’t like when someone does the exact same thing to you so now you’re trying to make up for the shit you put me through. Is that right?”

“For the most part.... yes.”

“And you expect me to say yes with no hesitation?”

“I just.. please baby. These three months have been absolutely miserable without you. I promise you won’t have to worry about me disrespecting you anymore.”

“I’m not your baby. How do I know this isn’t a ploy just to get me back and you turn around and do the same thing?”

“Well, you don’t. It’s just a chance you have to take, I guess.”

“But, am I willing to take it? That’s the question.”

“You know I love you and I always showed you that.”

“Except when you would rather go get attention from strippers instead of spending time with your girlfriend.”

“Mamas, I don’t expect for you to make this easy for me but got damn. It doesn’t have to be this hard either.”

“Oh, but it does. What you put me through....I would have NEVER done that to you. And you want to know why? Look at how you just acted in that party when a man wanted to dance with me. Someone who wasn’t you.”

“I don’t know what more I can say, Y/N. I just... if you give me the chance you won’t ever have to worry about something like that happening again.”

You were quiet for a few minutes contemplating on what you wanted to do.

Did you love him?

Yes.

Do you see a future with him?

Yes.

Would you be able to look past what he did when you two were together before?

You honestly didn’t know.

You took a deep breath before saying anything.

“Urban...”

“Yes, baby?”

You didn’t even bother to correct him this time.

“If I give you another chance, the SECOND I hear about you doing some shady ass shit we’re done FOR GOOD. And I mean for good like there’s no coming back from that.”

“Okay, I got it. Soooo that means you’re my girlfriend again?”

“If you don’t fuck this up, I expect to be your wife but that’s another conversation for another day.”

“Best believe, I’m going to make that happen.”

Urban then kissed you and proceeded to pull you into a hug and you completely relaxed in his embrace. You missed this but you damn sure weren’t going to tell him that.

Noticing this, he smirked.

“Looks like someone missed me a lot more than she’s letting on.”

“Don’t push it Wyatt!”

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kaznomi · 4 years ago

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I do not want a life-long partnership, as an aroace person.

When I first learned about being aromantic and asexual, I saw a post on Tumblr about QPRs, aka “Queer/Quasi-platonic relationship”. Here is some quick information on what this means.

I thought that I was interested in this type of relationship. I have been in multiple QPRs in the past even.

But, after really reflecting on it, I realized - it was the exact same situation as with romantic/sexual relationships.

I am not interested in any kind of relationship beyond friendship. Queerplatonic, romantic, sexual, anything like that. I do not want a “life-long partner”. I love being completely single. I am completely fulfilled and content.

Yet, that voice that tells me that I will never be happy without being in these types of relationships? Yeah, it’s still here.

With QPRs, this was my unconscious thought process.

“If I am not in a romantic/sexual relationships, at least I can be in a QPR and be somewhat normal.” or “Maybe I will develop these feelings if I can hold out a little longer.”

I felt the exact same in QPRs as I felt in romantic/sexual relationships: trapped, awkward, uncomfortable, stressed. The fact I could not return these feelings would make me extremely stressed. In my last relationship, that was the biggest wake-up call. I was so stressed during that relationship and had no idea why. The second we broke up? I felt so much better.

My dream is living on my own, maybe own a pet, have my own space, but also have a few friends I can hang out with. This is completely fine! I am allowed to live however I want to as long as it isn’t hurting anyone.

Anyways, I guess I’m making this post to show people that you don’t have to be in ANY kind of relationship if you do not want to. I didn’t realize this until very recently, and if I had known earlier, it would’ve saved SO MUCH TROUBLE for EVERYONE.

You can have a completely fulfilling life. You are not broken. It is your life, and you deserve to live it however you want to.

#aromantic #aro #aroace #asexual #ace #aplatonic #lgbt #lgbtq #queer #positivity #mogai #xenogender

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babyjakes · 2 years ago

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for june.

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event | whumptember 2022

prompt | grief

pairing | fiance!ari levinson x reader

warnings | story is very much based on my own experience (read the author's note for more), very heavy topics related to child loss (fic includes early-stage miscarriage with minimal details given but blood is briefly mentioned and delayed grieving. author's note includes some details of my own story, similar in intensity to the fic)- please don't read if these matters are upsetting to you, reader is young-ish (around 20) and ari's age is left up to the reader, full of sadness and also full of love and healing, ari is everything i needed and didn't get, third person pov because it sounded better for whatever reason.

word count | 1,563

an | this is probably the most personal and vulnerable story i have ever written and posted. i've wanted to write something like this for a while, as writing pieces like these is something i always find a lot of peace and healing in, but it took me a long time to get here. in december of 2021, i had an unexpected miscarriage from an unknown pregnancy. unlike the reader in this story, i went through all of it completely alone. my partner did not know how to support or care for me. i spent the first hours bleeding alone on the floor of the shower. nearly a year later, i have finally healed enough to open up about my experience more on this platform and share this story of reader and a soft, kind, loving ari who is everything i needed and deserved. i hope anyone who has experienced similar loss can find some comfort here. i am asking for everyone to please just hold this story with care. it is very special to me, and i'm taking a big step in sharing it all with you.

It was the sort of thing she just couldn't have seen coming. She wasn't aware of what was happening until it was already over. And in a way, that seemed to make it a little less terrible. In fact, there were many things she convinced herself were in her favor. She was young for it to be happening. She and her fiance Ari certainly weren't planning or trying for anything. And she had no desire to have a child at that time in her life, she really didn't. So, it was okay. For a while, it was okay.

Of course it had been awful, one of the most terrifying things she had ever experienced. Because she had been unaware of the pregnancy, the sudden deterioration of her body and the beginning of what was really the end had been incredibly jarring. The blood, she had never seen anything like the blood. But once the hours spent curled up in the empty bathtub were over, followed by the week or two of on and off pain, it simply seemed to be just that: over. Life went on, for her and everyone around her.

Ari knew, he was the only one. She had told him after the fact, and when she hadn't seemed interested in having much of a conversation about it, the man decided not to push anything. She was grateful for that; she felt a little strange about not having much to say. She had waves of emotion, weird spells of sadness and sometimes anger. But for whatever reason, whenever she tried to pull apart the feelings to examine their contents, she found that she couldn't. Her doctor, who she had followed up with a few weeks after the fateful night, had warned her about the hormonal shifts she would be experiencing for a while to come. "Your body is designed to care for a child as soon as it exists inside you. When the child dies, your body is designed to mourn."

But for a while, there didn't seem to be much real mourning happening inside of her. Until one quiet morning in early spring, when Ari brought home a simple gift for the baby shower of a friend.

"Good morning, sleeping beauty," Ari cooed as he entered the kitchen to find y/n sitting at the breakfast table, still in her pajamas with her hair tied back in her usual messy bun. Taking a sip from her mug of coffee, the girl offered a nod and a smile as the tall man came over to plant a kiss on her forehead, a few plastic bags still in hand from his errands.

"Hey you," she hummed, tilting her head up to kiss his chin, "the bed was lonely without you this morning."

"Sorry sweetheart, just wanted to get out to the shops before things got busy. And you looked too comfy to disturb you," Ari murmured lovingly as he took a seat next to his partner, placing his bags up on the light birch table next to her half-eaten plate of eggs and toast.

"Looks like it was a successful run," y/n nodded at the assortment of brands she could barely make out on the plastic carriers. Nodding, Ari began to go through the haul, pulling out what he had found to show her.

"Yeah, for the most part. I couldn't find those replacement beaters you were talking about, but maybe I was looking in the wrong spot. You'll have to come with me next time and we can look together," he rambled. "Did find the right bit for the drill, though. And some of those raspberry gummies you love so much, the confectionary had a big sale sign in its window so I figured I had to stop in."

"You're too sweet, Ari," the girl blushed as her eyes lit up at the little bag of candies.

"Only the sweetest for my sweetheart," the man smiled kindly as y/n took another bite of her toast. "Oh, and I picked up a gift for Kelly's shower. Those baby boutiques are serious danger zones, I swear. Too much cute stuff," Ari chuckled as he nodded at the small white bag from one of the higher-end specialty stores.

"Oh," y/n hummed with a nod, recognizing the brand. "That place does have some nice stuff. I forgot about the shower, it's a good thing you remembered. What'd you find?" she asked casually as she took her last bite of egg.

Reaching his hand into the bag, Ari's face lit up as he pulled out the gift. "Look at this, I just thought it was so precious. Little kitties on the feet and everything," he gushed as he held up the pastel yellow onesie for his fiance to see. Eyes landing softly on the article of clothing, y/n nodded, taking a moment to chew and swallow before placing down her fork, reaching out for the hanger.

"So cute," she nodded in agreement as she looked over the kitten-patterned fabric lovingly, the sheer size of the garment causing her eyes to widen a bit in wonder. "Wow, this little one's gonna be tiny, isn't she?"

"So tiny," Ari echoed, still smiling as she examined his choice, "I know maybe clothing wasn't the best option, since she'll grow out of it fast, but I got a gift card along with it. I just couldn't not get the kitties, y'know?"

Again, the girl nodded. But as she did, what came as a surprise to maybe both of the couple as they sat there together at the kitchen table was the fact that for the first time in maybe months, y/n had begun to cry.

Brow raising in concern, Ari softened his voice. "Sweetheart...?"

Not taking her eyes off the precious gift still held delicately in her hands, y/n's response was barely above a whisper. "Hey Ari?"

"Hmm? What is it, bubba?" the man asked gently, scooting his chair a bit closer to hers and reaching a hand over to rest on her knee comfortingly.

Y/n blinked back what she could of her tears, her voice shaking a little as she responded. "You know, sometimes I..." Her sentence broke, but Ari only nodded patiently. "Sometimes I... sometimes I think of her."

"Who, honey?" he asked carefully.

"Y-you know... ours." As soon as the words left her mouth, Ari was hit with the realization of what she meant. Nodding again, he reached up to wipe at a few of the weeping girl's tears, though they were quickly replaced by more. "I-I don't know why I decided she was a girl. I just... I guess I just always thought she was. Maybe that's silly."

"Not silly, baby," Ari murmured lowly as he kept his tender gaze on her, wanting to show the way he was holding onto her every word, to show he was really listening.

"I guess I... I don't know. Maybe I've decided a lot of things about her without realizing it. She would've been born around June... sometimes, I call her that in my head. June."

"Could've been a Junie," Ari whispered, his voice swelling a little at the word, "that's a beautiful name, sweetheart."

"Junie," y/n nodded, hands shaking as she still held up the tiny onesie in front of the both of them. "I know never really got sad about it, or at least... I never got as sad as I thought I was supposed to be."

"There's no way you were 'supposed to be', y/n," he reminded her. "However you felt, however you feel, is okay and right. It's okay if you weren't as sad in the beginning. It's okay if you're feeling it more now."

"I'm just thinking of her," y/n whispered softly. "I don't know... I don't know why. Sometimes I see baby things, ads for toys or clips from parents online, and I just..." Ari nodded as her voice trailed off, running his hand back over her hair as he listened. "Hey Ari?"

"Yeah, lovebug?"

"Can we..." Sniffling, y/n hesitated. "Could we... I don't know. Maybe this is stupid, but-"

"No sweetheart. Not stupid. Please don't say that," Ari cooed, sincerity shining in his eyes as he told her, "Whatever it is, if it's something that would help you, something that would bring you a little more peace, it's not stupid. Nothing like that could be stupid, baby."

"I was just thinking," she sighed. "Maybe we could go out sometime and buy her a few things? And just... I don't know. We could keep them somewhere, maybe?"

Smiling at the girl as she wiped away the last of her tears, Ari held no hesitation or doubts as he immediately agreed, "Of course we can do that, honey. Anything you want, it's yours. It's hers. Maybe I can make a nice little toy crate for her- y'know, paint her name on it and everything. And we can put it all in there- how's that sound, sweet girl?"

Eyes filling with tears once again, y/n nodded, finally setting the little yellow onesie down on the table before reaching over to collapse against Ari in a hug. Rubbing her back as he kissed the side of her head, the man whispered in her ear again, "Anything you want, baby. Anything for you, and Junie."

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icequeenbae · 2 years ago

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Now or Never (m) KIS KSW

Pairing: Rowoon (Seokwoo) x Reader x Inseong

Polyamory AU, Established Relationship, PWP, fluff, smut

Warnings: explicit content, unprotected sex, softdomvibes!Inseong, creampie, threesome, facesitting (messy oral, I warned ya)

Word Count: ~4.5k

Summary: If your partner is ignoring your needs, is there anything better than having another partner to tend to them?

Author’s note: Hi hi hi!! I feel like I haven't been posting for ages, so I'm super happy to finally be back ❤️ So... This time I bring something different (big thanks to my beta @baekshoney for bearing with me 🙃). AHHH so nerve-wrecking!! Anyways, this is my first non-EXO (non-Baekhyun??) story on here, which I had dusting in my gdocs for some time. Since I am about to hit 500 followers, I felt like it is as good of a time as any to experiment a little~ I really really hope that you enjoy it! Don't worry, Baekhyun stories are also coming!!

Since it is a different fandom, I just want to state my usual greetings - I am Ri, very chatty and welcoming of all asks/ comments/ questions etc., please don't be shy to reach out! Okay, it's getting too long, I'll just leave you to it hehe

It has been two hours. Two torturous hours since you’d gotten home, ready to pounce, and your boyfriend Seokwoo was still not giving you anything but crumbs. Apparently, his friends waited for weeks for this day to come since he was too busy to play during the promotions, and now he was gaming like crazy for much longer than you were willing to tolerate.

At first, you took the opportunity to soak in a nice hot bath and take a relaxing shower. Then you took your time applying all of the skincare, hair products and whatnot to give him some extra time to finish up. You checked on him while your face mask was on, yet his session didn’t seem to be nearing an end. When you were all done (and slightly disappointed by the lack of attention), you rejoined him on the living room couch, looking for ways to distract him and coerce him to call it a day for his gaming. However, your advances didn’t produce much of an impact: Seokwoo simply nodded, asking you to wait for a bit longer.

He didn’t even glance your way. His eyes were glued to the screen the entire time you were ‘interacting’. Seokwoo was so deep into his game that he didn’t even notice the way you glared at him for 10 minutes straight before the noise came from the entrance.

‘Kids, I’m home!’

At this time, you were quite upset, so you weren’t in a rush to respond to Inseong, who was probably headed straight to the bathroom anyways. He had developed this habit of jumping in the shower as soon as he arrived home, probably because he became a sloth soon after – too lazy to remove his makeup or wash up. It was kind of endearing, the way he fell asleep in a matter of seconds sometimes, but personal hygiene was also a thing.

With the little patience you could muster, you waited for your older partner to finish his routine and proceed to the bedroom in order to put his home clothes on. But as Seokwoo continued to ignore all of your signals – the uncharacteristic pouting (you usually made use of it with his hyung instead), the hand on his thigh, the audible fuming – you were growing more and more frustrated.

You simply wanted him to spend some time with you! It was his fault too that you were this spoiled, basking in the ocean of his affection along with Inseong’s most of the time. The two of them were usually extremely clingy, and despite them being back home for several days already, you had hoped that their neediness would match yours and last for a bit longer.

And here you were, angry almost to tears from being completely ignored for the whole evening, especially after the extensive wait prior to this. Still, you were determined to get your share of attention in this house, one way or another.

The fact that Seokwoo simply gave you a casual pat on the butt when you stood up to leave only aggravated you further.

When you trudged into the bedroom, you were greeted with the familiar sight of your significant other splayed on the bed in just his shirt and sweats. His blond hair was a mess, his eyes were closed and his phone was on his chest. He was going to check something on there and then just decided to laze about for a minute, you figured. The sloth in him prevailed once again.

‘Oppa, are you asleep?’ You murmured, climbing onto the bed and taking a spot right next to him.

Flush to his side, you laid your head on his chest, and hugged him with both your right arm and right leg. The reciprocation of your gesture was instant, and his arm curled around your back, somehow tugging you even closer to him.

‘No, I was just going to join you,’ he replied, giggling softly as soon as you pressed an intense kiss to his neck. ‘What’s that about? Missed me?’

Inseong laughed in the charming way he did before looking at you with one eye. He caught the expression on your face way too quickly.

‘Why are you sulking?’

Multiplying your already exaggerated pout, you huffed and hid your face in his chest.

‘Seokwoo is ignoring me. All night.’

Reaching for your hair, Inseong brushed it away from your face and poked your cheek playfully. You huffed again like an angry little hedgehog.

‘Did you two have a fight?’

His tone was affable, and your defensiveness was down for the time being.

‘No. He’s… playing games!’ You frowned. ‘Instead of playing with me.’

‘I see,’ he hummed knowingly, digging his nose into your hair and inhaling deeply. ‘So, you’ve been pampering yourself all evening, and he gave you no attention at all?’

‘Yes!’ You replied begrudgingly.

This time, he didn’t give an immediate response. You lay there for a long minute, with his fingers brushing through your locks steadily. It was calming, you could not argue. There was something about Inseong that made you go mellow like this. He was chaotic at times, but when he was in his lazy domestic mood, you two would be melting together like two scoops of ice-cream on a pretty little plate.

And Seokwoo could very well be the plate. Since he was pretty and also unyielding (to your desires and whatever else) on days like this. Oh, you just wanted to smack his dumb little head every so often! What a meanie. He probably didn’t even notice that you weren’t around anymore, so your time was certainly better spent with someone who at least didn’t refuse to hold you for a good minute.

Acting all childish wasn’t something you did often, but sometimes a girl had to get what a girl wanted. And thankfully, it happened to work great on Inseong, who was a couple years older. Maybe it was him having a soft spot for you that made you this demanding, but who cared?

‘Cute.’ The blond finally replied. ‘You two can never stay out of trouble without the adults at home. It’s either fucking or fighting, no in between.’

‘Sometimes we’re playing around,’ you offered, cheeks suddenly getting heated at his comment.

Inseong snickered, chest shaking underneath your head.

‘I know how you ‘play around’. It counts as fucking, aegiya.’

You squirmed, feeling like you were trapped in rich honey. The hand that was patting your hair moments ago was now gently stroking the curve of your back, making your whole body tremble with excitement already. It wasn’t even anything special, but it was Inseong. His touch was just magical like this.

Relaxing in his arms and inhaling his fresh scent, you slowly turned into a purring kitty. The disappointment you felt from Seokwoo not giving you an ounce of his time this evening faded away, and you eagerly allowed your hand to snake under your elder’s shirt.

He hummed as his warm skin welcomed the caress of your fingertips, and you gripped his pec impishly. Both of you loved skinship a lot, so for some time it was just squeezing, and stroking, and rubbing, and hugging… You groped each other all over in a lazily sensual pattern, the tension growing just as steadily as Inseong’s boner underneath your palm. He startled you though, by reaching down and pressing two of his fingers to your clit.

You moaned before you could help it.

The shirt you were still wearing was all folded over your exposed breasts, so Inseong leaned in to press a wet kiss to your nipple. You squirmed, entangling your hand in his hair, and sort of pulling him closer. If that was even possible.

‘Mm, why are you wearing a thong at home?’ He murmured, licking at it broadly, leaving a moist trail over your breast.

‘Because my oppa is a pervert,’ you teased with a naughty smile, which quickly fell when he tapped you on the pussy.

‘Don’t be a brat,’ he warned in a singsongy tone, and circled your nub with just his middle finger.

The exhale that escaped your lungs was too breathy not to indicate your current state. But Inseong didn’t require any hints. He knew your body better than he knew his own, so pushing your buttons in the most efficient way came easy to him.

‘Next time don’t even bother wearing them,’ the blond continued, two of his fingers crawling underneath the triangle of fabric over your pubic bone to rub between your wet folds. ‘If you aim to please oppa.’

The soft squelch followed, and you moaned again, bucking your hips forward. Inseong smiled at your reaction, repeating his action a couple times to stimulate you further. You huffed impatiently, fingers digging into his deltoid, and presented the advanced version of your pout. It was a sort of ‘innocent baby girl wanting to get messed up by daddy’ kind of look. Very fitting for the current state of affairs, where you were reduced to watching him play with your pussy, all while wanting to curse him out to have him speed it up.

You’d had enough of waiting for tonight. It was time to be taken, and if anyone was to know better, it was him.

‘Inseongie,’ you called, skipping the honorific on purpose.

He knew it meant you were in a different state of mind already, too impatient to drag it out. So, he rolled his pants down, pressing your palm to his length.

‘You don’t have to wait for much longer, Y/N-ie,’ he murmured, voice sounding salacious without him even intending it.

There was just this… aura to him. Inseong could say the most mundane little thing, and not even mean for it to sound seductive, and still your body would react. And since it has been a long evening so far (of you being left unsatisfied), you were grateful that it was him. Because while Seokwoo preferred to take his time and essentially marinate you in his love (when he wasn’t too busy ignoring your very existence), Inseong was more impulsive in his lovemaking. He was less intense, but more… present. And while Seokwoo took you to another realm and made it an experience in itself, Inseong got things done. Exactly the way you wanted them done.

It didn’t even startle you when he suddenly pushed into you from behind, holding you by the waist. He stayed unmoving for a few seconds, helping you get your shirt off for good, and then tugged you so close your back ended up glued to his chest. Always his little dessert spoon.

He set a medium pace, his breath fanning over your ear just as steadily as his hips rolled into yours.

‘Mh-m,’ you moaned through your sealed lips, crazy about the wetness echoing in his every motion to pull out and slip back in.

You could picture his juice-covered cock from just hearing that. Saliva filled your mouth driven by instinct, and you gulped, reaching back to at least get a handful of his ass while at it. As if hearing you swallow, Inseong suddenly brought his hand up and traced your lower lip with his index finger. Shoving it into your mouth along with his middle finger, he urged you to give him a good suck. Pushing his fingers in and out, as if imitating oral sex, he made you drool even more.

Content with how well you lubricated his fingers, he brought them back to your nipple, making sure to press on it while squeezing your whole breast. You shivered.

‘Should I just go all in, baby?’ He inquired, slowing down, and you nodded frantically. ‘Okay. I’m not pulling out either.’

He chuckled at the way your nose scrunched up. You did enjoy raw sex, and having some cream on your cake was fine on any day. But having two boyfriends (who sometimes got pettily competitive) usually ended up in your whole crotch covered in cum. Also your butt crack, and your thighs, your boobs… sometimes it got smeared over your entire body. These boys could get so messy that afterwards you were in for an urgent shower and dealing with the laundry, even though you could barely keep your eyes open. It was helpful that there were two of them, but they were also double trouble.

When Inseong changed the position, it became a lot more… a lot more.

Your left leg was between his, and your right one was in the air, supported by your partner. Inseong pressed down on it to spread you open, and you knew he meant business in just a few moments – when he adjusted.

‘Ah-h!’ You couldn’t hold back your yelps any longer, getting louder with every thrust.

It was hard to reach for him in this position, so you tugged on your own locks instead, arching your back. Your shaky hand found the firm flesh of his thigh, and you held onto it for dear life and he snapped into you so hard your entire body bounced off the mattress.

‘Seongie- yes, yes-’

You were simply pleading at this point, the muscles of your core quivering around his cock.

‘Enjoying the show?’ Inseong suddenly asked, not wavering in his rhythm.

Blinking through the blurriness in your eyes, you looked up at his sweaty chest and then face, noticing a figure right behind him.

Seokwoo was right there in the doorway, watching you intently as you fucked.

‘Ah!’ You shrieked, a lightning bolt of pleasure hitting you in that very second.

Inseong kept your thighs open, pressing you down into the covers forcefully to use your orgasm to trigger his own. It only took him a few seconds to catch up.

‘Oppa-’ you cried, and he growled through the hammering of his thrusts, which kept filling you with more and more of his seed.

He wasn’t in a hurry to get off of your limp body once he was done, planting lazy kisses over your collarbone instead. Your weak arms wrapped around his shoulders, and he stroked your thigh. It was a cuddling session all over again.

It was cut short by a begrudged hum.

‘Aren’t you done yet?’

Seokwoo was the one who wanted attention now. How ironic.

‘What’s with the tone?’ Inseong inquired, knowingly furthering his donsaeng’s frustration.

‘Hyung! You could’ve waited for me, you know?’ He said, approaching the bed with his arms crossed.

‘Why would I?’ He snickered, lying down on his back comfortably, not even bothering to cover himself up.

Inseong toyed with people in the most infuriating, innocent, and arousing way. Always.

‘Noona,’ Seokwoo called helplessly.

But you ignored him, looking up at the blond next to you.

‘Now he remembers I exist.’

‘Sure he does. Raging boners tend to redirect your attention.’

Seokwoo pursed his lips together in frustration, looking down at the very obvious giveaway of his body.

He looked kinda cute when he was mad like this, so you gave a gentle nudge to Inseong, urging him to play with the junior some more. ‘Maybe he just likes to watch. We can give this punk another front row seat to the performance, can’t we?’

‘You’re so naughty, oppa. You know how wet and sensitive I am still…’

‘Yes. I could dive right in…’

‘Noona-ah!’ Seokwoo whined, pushing through to get between you and Inseong. ‘This isn’t fair. Why is he getting all of you?’

‘Missed your train tonight, aegi.’ You huffed, shoving him back to fall on his butt with the ball of your foot. ‘Go back to ignoring me and see how sad I am about it.’

‘I’m sorry, I just got carried away…’ He mumbled breathily, finding ways to touch your thigh discreetly with the pads of his fingers. ‘I can make it up to you.’

You met Inseong’s eyes, and despite his neutral expression, you could tell he was just as curious as you were.

‘Like how?’ You inquired, feigning indifference.

‘How would you like me to do it?’ He asked, and both you and Inseong rolled your eyes.

‘Seriously,’ Inseong sighed dramatically. ‘He has to be told what to do. Do you want hyung to give you instructions too?’

He only said that to tease his junior, but there was something in the way he phrased it… That had you bite your lip to deal with the raise in tension. And Inseong noticed.

‘On a second thought… Why not?’

Both of you turned to the blond now.

‘Strip, Seokwoo-yah. And make it entertaining for your noona.’

The pause didn’t last long, and you heard the ruffle of fabric as the taller one began to get rid of his clothes. He tried to do it slowly, in a more sensual way, one could assume, but it seemed slightly awkward and rushed. His long limbs demonstrated very little grace in setting themselves free, and your cold façade almost got destroyed with a chuckle.

Did he have to be so tall, clumsy and adorable?

Biting into your cheek from the inside of your mouth, you held it in. Inseong’s hand wandered across your breast.

‘You’re easily excitable,’ he murmured into your ear, and you squirmed from the tickling warmth of his breath.

Why were you turned on again this quickly? Whether it was the scent of Inseong’s sweat in the air and his cum dripping out of you, or Seokwoo’s toned body and delicious bronze skin in front of you, you had no idea. But it was clear that you wouldn’t refuse speeding things up at this point.

Inseong must have been reading your mind, because he reached out to grab Seokwoo’s wrist and pulled him onto the bed again.

‘Lie down. On your back.’

You watched with deep curiosity how he bossed the younger around. Usually, Inseong was quite soft-handed. He could take the lead at times, since he was older, but mostly preferred to live a life of a marshmallow. So now, as he had set out to help you ‘punish’ Seokwoo for his cold manner, you were suddenly coming to terms with finding this hot. Maybe a thing to bring up next time?

The blond turned his head to look at you.

‘Sit on his face.’ His tone was soft, yet the suggestion seemed bold.

‘Huh?’ You looked down on autopilot, thinking back about the semen smeared all over your pussy now.

The fact is, Seokwoo was quite used to his hyung’s cum on him, since they both got pretty messy taking turns. But it wasn’t usually anywhere close to his face. You were wondering…

‘Aren’t we teaching him a lesson?’ Inseong asked, brushing a strand of hair behind your ear in a casually flirty way he had about him. ‘He wants a go. Might as well clean you up first.’

You gulped at the thought of Seokwoo’s mouth on your cum-stained labia. Inseong visibly enjoyed your reaction, and it didn’t go unnoticed by the younger one either – he tugged at your wrist impatiently.

‘I’ll do it, noona. Please.’

Hesitating for a moment, you wanted to ask if he was sure. But if the apparent twitch of his cock and the restless licking of his lips were any indication, he was quite into it already. You quickly assumed the role you were offered.

‘What makes you think you deserve to do even that?’ You chuckled, raising an eyebrow at him.

Inseong snickered behind your back, enjoying the scene in front of him.

‘Don’t be so mean, sweetness,’ he murmured, the tip of his nose tickling your ear. ‘He knows exactly what he’s getting. He saw all of it happen.’

Thinking back to the way Seokwoo lurked in the door, watching Inseong fuck you into total bliss, you cocked your head to the side, looking at the blond’s lips.

‘I guess if he doesn’t impress me… He could always go back to watching, right?’

The question sent an electric charge through the air, and, as soon as Inseong nodded, you threw your leg over Seokwoo’s chest. Taking the right position didn’t require much time, although you were cautious not to smother him.

Seokwoo, however, didn’t seem to care about breathing whatsoever.

He buried his whole face in your vulva as soon as you sat down. You pursed your lips to contain a yelp and inhaled, feeling much less powerful now that he was holding your hips in a tight lock of his arms. The younger’s full lips worked hard, exploring your wet folds. When suddenly his tongue dipped inside you aggressively, there was no way to hold yourself back.

‘Agh!’ You gasped, pressing your palms into the wall in front of you.

The taller one continued with even more fervor. He clearly aimed to coerce more of these reactions out of you, and his technique was about to bring him success. You could hear his muffled breathing, and the slurping sounds he produced, and the low hums from a deep place in his chest… It was all too much to handle.

‘Seokwoo-ya-ah,’ you moaned, bucking your hips forward with the help of his palms on your ass.

Inseong bent over reaching for your inner thigh to get a better look, but the younger one smacked his hand away unapologetically.

‘Like a hungry lion,’ the blond snorted. ‘Seems like you’re his prey now, Y/N-ie.’

Turning to him like a hungry lioness yourself, you licked your dry lips.

‘Put your cock in my mouth,’ you demanded, and he smiled, giving your face a broad stroke up to your ear as if you were his pet.

Instead of giving you an answer, Inseong looked down at something behind you. It could only be assumed that it was the younger’s crotch. But before he could say anything, Seokwoo lost his resolve completely, suddenly pushing you off of himself and onto the bed.

It didn’t take you much longer than a second to register his rock-solid cock, bouncing against his lower stomach. Slightly surprised that he got this hard with zero touching, you were ambushed by his quick move to grasp you and likely get you on all fours.

Fighting him off playfully, you twisted and wriggled, not allowing him to lay you on your belly. As usual, he was careful not to hurt you, and you used your size difference to your advantage. He conceded all of the hits and shoves, determined to get you in his hold by catching your wrists. But soon he had to simply pin you down on the bed, using both force and his body mass. Finally submitting to his weight on top of you and showing your teeth in a defeated smile, you dug into his hair with one hand, battling his grip.

Kim Seokwoo loved when you touched his hair. The gentle scratch of your nails against his scalp almost sent him into ecstasy every time, so he hurriedly pushed into you before it was too late. You cried out, even though it didn’t hurt, and he pulled back slowly, eyes trained on your face.

‘Deep and hard,’ you told him, sounding hoarse and slightly desperate. ‘Make me come quickly.’

He swallowed, pecking you on the lips swiftly, and slammed back into you. After a round with Inseong and a torturous oral with Seokwoo, your pussy was so swollen and tender that you could barely stand the abrupt contact it was making with his skin. Squealing and grasping, you left superficial scratches on his back as your hands traveled down the curve of it.

His glutes were flexing rhythmically underneath your palms, and you were almost hypnotized by the way his tongue ran over his luscious lips. The mole on his chin added to your madness, and you grabbed his neck with one hand to plant a kiss over it. He wasn’t satisfied with just that, and his tongue slipped between your lips, momentarily taking over.

Whining into his mouth, you allowed him to devour you, while his hips continued hammering you down. It wasn’t his usual style, but your request (order?) was to make you come quickly, so he knew you were not in the mood for a slow session. And testing your patience was definitely a challenge for another day. Thus, he used all of his athletic ability to keep the intensity of his thrusts high, making your walls start to pulse in a familiar way around him.

‘Noona…’ He sighed, gripping you tighter as his movements became rougher.

‘Mm-ah,’ you jolted in his arms, body trembling uncontrollably.

A sling of curses followed, and you fist pressed into his shoulder in an attempt to get some distance between you. But he kept going, spurred on by your high-pitched moans, and in mere seconds you heard his breathy groan. Keening at the feeling of his seed flooding your insides and dripping out slowly when he rocked back and forth gently, you threw your head back. Seokwoo slipped out of you, moving down to rest his head on your exposed chest for a few moments, and you went with the flow.

Some time later, your trance was disrupted by the rustle of tissues.

Opening your eyes and turning to the side, you saw Inseong, who was wiping what could only be cum off of his stomach.

‘Oppa?’ You called, attracting Seokwoo’s attention as well, despite him almost dozing off on top of you.

Inseong met your eyes and chuckled.

‘What? You didn’t think I was gonna watch you and not get off?’

You motioned for him to join you.

‘I want cuddles.’

‘Yes, princess,’ he replied, throwing the used tissues on the floor without a care before scooting closer to you.

Seokwoo rolled off of you with slight displeasure, and Inseong tugged at the duvet to get it from under you. He knew you were getting cold quickly after sex, so the first thing he did after cleaning up was wrapping you in the covers. When all three of you were tucked underneath, the blond immediately clung to you from behind, intertwining your legs.

Seokwoo turned away already since he liked to lie on his side as well, but his bare back seemed quite lonely at this time. You traced his spine with your index finger slowly.

‘What lesson have you learned today?’ You asked him in a semi-stern tone.

‘I shouldn’t have ignored noona,’ he mumbled in response, sounding like a scolded puppy.

‘Are you gonna do this again?’ You asked, and were met with silence. ‘Hm?’

‘No..?’ He replied, and you huffed at the response.

‘He’s gonna toy with you even now,’ Inseong laughed, and you shoved at Seokwoo’s shoulder blade with your fist.

‘Yah, is that your final answer-’

‘I love you, noona!’ He interrupted, melting your anger away with the sucker punch phrase. ‘Please love me back.’

‘Ugh, this little-’ You rolled your eyes, unable to remain strict at all.

Inseong nudged your butt forward, and you got closer to the younger one’s body. Sighing, you finally wrapped your arms around his waist, accepting him as the (giant) little spoon. He instantly became a purring mess in front of you, stroking the arm you were hugging him with.

‘I guess it’s better late than never…’ You muttered, placing a soft kiss between his shoulder blades. Just like that, you officially made up.

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A/N: Not gonna lie, I'm dying for some feedback. It feels like I'm posting my first story ever, I was very uncertain about posting it 🙃 I do hope that there are many SF9 stans out there to enjoy this, but I haven't interacted with many (which I would love to). There are some other sf9 stories coming along... with different pairings (cz I'm a hoe? lol) Anyways, let me know what you think! Also, my masterlist is now mostly EXO, but check it out if you're interested~

P.S. Not at me rushing to post the story because I was just hanging out with Dawon in my dream today lmao Can't disappoint my bestie 😂😂😂

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eddie-is-baby · 3 years ago

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Those Good Days Passed

| Eddie Munson x Henderson!Reader |

A/N: This is a completely self-indulgent piece of writing. Odds are this will never see the light of day, but on the off chance I pull some courage out of my ass and post this bad boy, I am sorry. In an effort to put a metaphorical Band-Aid over my heart, I have decided to write my first multichapter fic throwing Eddie into the events of season three and fixing his completely unnecessary death scene. That is all :)

Summary: After years of being away from Hawkins, you're finally able to come down for a visit again. You’ve got a cabin, a ride, and a loving cousin to keep you company. The only problem is- you need a job, and it just so happens that a certain metal-head is looking for a new coworker.

Contents & Warnings: Fem!Reader, Reader is over 18, Multichapter Fic

Word Count: 4k

Chapter One - Cabin in the Woods

Your fingers were starting to go numb from how long you had been gripping the steering wheel. The drive from Hawkins hadn’t been an easy one. In fact, it had taken several hours to get anywhere near the damn place. In that time, you had been cut off twice, flipped off three times, and at one point, you even had to pull over to fix a blown tire… Overall, the trip could have gone better, but your journey was finally coming to an end.

As the scenery changed from seemingly never-ending monotonous highways to a sweet little townscape, you couldn’t help but sink down in your seat. This isn’t the first time you had been to Hawkins. Oh no. You had visited your aunt and little cousin many times throughout your childhood. Fourth of July, Christmas, Thanksgiving, all the big ones but as the years passed, the drive seemed to get longer and longer, and your parents just couldn’t spare the time to make the trip out anymore. However, now that you were older and your uncle conveniently needed someone to housesit his cabin, they finally agreed to let you visit for the summer.

Dustin, of course, had been ecstatic to hear about your extended stay, mainly because, in his own words, “it would give him and his party a new base of operations.” Whatever that meant. Despite your younger cousin's strange ideas of what house sitting meant, you were still excited to visit. It had been a while since you had last seen him, and if last year’s Christmas card was anything to go off of, the kid had really grown up.

The only things you were genuinely concerned about were one, becoming a babysitter for the summer, and two, finding a good enough job that you wouldn’t have to worry about babysitting duties. Aunt Claudia had mentioned something about a new mall opening up, so you had written up a few resumes before making the drive. Hopefully, whatever little shop decided to take you in wasn’t too mentally taxing, but you figured any mall job would work out just fine.

When the crunch of gravel under your truck's tires grew heavier and the bumps in the little dirt driveway became more frequent, you knew you had made it. However, just in case there was any doubt at all, Dustin was sitting there on the front few steps of the patio to welcome you into town. He was smiling, but his teeth were missing again! You could have sworn he had gotten dentures at some point, but maybe you were wrong? It was either that, or he had lost them, which seemed unusual for him. Perhaps there was some other reason?

You didn't have much time to think about it though because almost as soon as you had shifted into park, your favorite curly-haired cousin was swinging open the car door and pulling you into a hug.

“Dustin! C’mon, man. I still have my seatbelt on!” You laughed, hugging him back as you tried to wiggle your arms free enough to unbuckle yourself. Yup, he had certainly grown! He was practically twice as tall as he had been during your last visit and about three times as strong.

“This is what you get for taking so long to come back,” he argued playfully before finally stepping away to let you stretch your legs from the long drive.

The sentiment was enough to pull a smile onto your face as you hopped out of the truck. Your legs felt a bit like jelly, but you recovered quickly. You had a lot of unpacking to do afterall, and it had to be mostly done by five o’clock. The mall closed at nine, and you wanted at least a few hours to pass around some resumes. Maybe if you were lucky and some place was really short-staffed, they’d let you start within the next few days. Wouldn’t that be nice? However, right now, you needed to get all of your junk out of the truck and unload your bike.

“You gonna help me unload, or are you just going to keep giving me shit for being gone for the past few years?” You teased right back, giving him a light push on the shoulder before swinging the back hatch of the truckbed open.

You may have overpacked a little bit. Bringing your Suzuki was definitely an interesting choice given the fact that you already had the truck with you, but you just couldn’t justify leaving her behind! Plus, Dustin had mentioned wanting to take her for a spin, and you couldn’t just leave the poor guy hanging, even if it meant being scolded by your aunt for letting her “sweet little Dusty on that death machine.”

It took about an hour to get everything out and into the cabin. Clothes, cassettes, gear- everything a girl could need to survive a couple of months in Hawkins. However, just as you finished unpacking the last box of your various things you simply couldn’t live without, Dustin dramatically threw himself on the couch in faux exhaustion.

“No!” You groaned before trying to pull him up by the collar of his shirt. “Get up, lazy bones. We still need to go to the mall before it closes! Not all of us are protected under child labor laws anymore, remember?” Unfortunately, your very solid argument went completely ignored as he flopped back down onto the couch with a huff.

“I can’t believe you packed so much stuff. I must have brought in a million boxes!” Dustin complained as he pretended to wheeze out a final breath and die right there on your couch.

You couldn’t help but roll your eyes at his ridiculous display before using all of your upper body strength to push the back end of the couch up and flip him onto the floor.

“Ah! What the hell!” The boy squealed before plummeting the foot's distance onto the carpet.

“It was barely ten boxes; stop being such a baby and get up.” Again, your words fell on deaf ears, so you did the only sensible thing and resorted to bribery. “If you help me unstrap my bike, I’ll buy you ice cream when we get to the mall.”

That seemed to do the trick because Dustin was up and at ‘em again in no time. Hell, he practically beat you outside, despite you being closer to the door. With your little cousin’s help, you managed to get your bike off the trailer in less than fifteen minutes and could now start heading towards Hawkins’ new pride and joy. Starcourt Mall.

She was a beauty, really. A true wonder of engineering, and by wonder, you meant that it was a wonder that it still worked. She had been wrecked, fixed, wrecked again, and put back together from the ground up. Aunt Claudia had called it a deathtrap, and to be completely honest, she probably wasn’t far off, but to you, she was ol’ reliable. So, after fixing your spare helmet onto Dustin’s head and pulling on your own, you kicked her into gear and set off down the road and towards the mall.

It had been a while since you had last visited Hawkins, but not much had changed. Well, save for the giant glowing neon beacon of capitalism, of course. Seriously, you thought you were going to have a harder time finding the mall, but between all of the extravagant billboards, bus routes, and the many many signs directing traffic towards the huge vibrant colored building, it was sort of hard to miss.

Well, at least you didn’t have to worry about finding a job anymore. The place was gigantic. There had to be over a hundred little cubical-sized shops under one roof. It would be impossible not to find somewhere to make a little cash while you were here. Hell, you were surprised there were enough people in Hawkins to keep this place up and running, some place had to be understaffed.

Unfortunately, to your and Dustin’s surprise, most of the more cookie-cutter jobs had already been swiped up by high schoolers on summer vacation. Damn! Everything from Macy's sales associate to McDonald's burger flipper had been taken weeks ago. You must have checked half of the shops in that stupid mall and all of those “Help Wanted” signs that your aunt had told you had already been pulled from the windows.

“How is this even possible?” Dustin huffed in disbelief as you two entered the food court, looking less than enthusiastic about your lack of finds. “I was barely gone for a month, and all the jobs are gone! Where the hell did all these people come from?! Do they not have anything better to do during break?”

“Like I said, Dusty, not all of us can ride around Hawkins all summer without needing some cash. These teens were probably cut off from their parent's bank accounts so they would get out and ‘learn the ways of the real world.’ Can’t blame them for trying to make an extra few bucks during the summer.” You tried to soothe, but you also felt the sting of the impending question. What if you couldn’t find a job this summer? You couldn't just phone up your parents begging for a little pocket change. They were states away! Asking your aunt for some money was also out of the question because you didn’t want to overstep your welcome, especially since this was your first visit back in a while.

With a sigh, you pat Dustin's head through his trucker hat and spoke again. “I’m sure I’ll find something, but right now I’m starving, and if I'm not mistaken I owe a certain someone some ice cream. How bout it, kid? Know any good places?” And with that, Dustin lit up again.

“Oh my god! I’m such an idiot! How could I have forgotten?!” Dustin suddenly exclaimed, looking at you with wide eyes before shooting off through the crowd.

“Wh- Dustin! Wait up!” You tried calling after him, but it was too late. That kid was on a mission, and he was dragging you along with him. You bobbed and weaved and even had to duck at one point as you made your way through the crowd of hungry food court patrons. Some grumbled as you frantically darted passed them, but you were determined to keep up with that goofy kid, so you did what you had to do until he came to a screeching halt in front of a sailor-themed parlor.

“Dude, what the hell! The ice cream isn’t going anywhere.” You wheezed, gesturing toward the brightly colored “Scoops Ahoy” sign glowing down at you from above. Still, Dustin seemed way too proud of himself at the moment to care about your complaints.

“It’s not about the ice cream,” He scoffed, rolling his eyes like you just weren't getting something that was glaringly obvious to everyone else. Little shit. “Don’t you see? This is the answer to all of your problems!” Yeah… you still had no idea what he was talking about.

Suddenly an almost obnoxiously loud voice called out from inside the nautical-themed creamery. “Henderson?” You turned to see a man in a ridiculous-looking sailor's uniform looking at both you and your cousin in confusion.

“What?” You both answered, which only served to confuse the poor guy even more as he finished serving the last customer at the counter. He was tall, but his hair was even taller, and he was practically oozing confidence despite the absurd uniform he was sporting. Coincidentally, he also looked to be around your age, so how did he know your little cousin?

“What gives, man? I thought you said you were with the geek squad today.” The sailor questioned as Dustin pulled you into the ice cream parlor and completely ignored the guy's questions like he so often did to you.

“Is Scoops Ahoy hiring?” Dustin prodded bluntly, which caused the older teen to shake his head from the near whiplash he got from the change of subject. You took his momentary stunned silence to slip in a question to your younger cousin.

“Who’s the hair?” You tried to whisper, but apparently, you didn't keep your voice low enough because the sailor began to introduce himself.

“Steve Harrington, and you are?” He started, but Dustin cut him off again.

“She’s my cousin,” he stated before repeating his earlier question. “Is Scoops hiring? C’mon Steve this is important!”

The sailor’s - Steve’s - eyes landed back on Dustin as he pursed his lips for a moment. “Sorry man, between me and Robin we pretty much got the place handled” He finally answered, genuinely sounding a bit mournful as his eyes found yours again. “But, if you're looking for somewhere to work in the mall, I’m pretty sure I still saw some help wanted signs hanging up in a music store across from us when I walked in this morning. I think it's called Tape World? Big blue neon sign, you can’t miss it.”

Before you could thank the guy Dustin was tugging you towards the exit again. Little man really was on a mission.

“Dustin- Chill out!” You laughed, as you tried not to trip over yourself, but your legs still fumbled around uselessly. “Thanks, Steve! It was nice meeting you!” You managed to call out before Dustin had completely pulled you out of the Scoops Ahoy and back into the food court, but he didn’t stop there. No, he continued to drag your ass passed the many eating patrons and over to the entertainment section of the mall. It didn’t take too much longer after that to find that big blue sign Steve had described, and sure enough, there was still a help wanted sign hanging crooked in the window.

For a moment, you two just stopped and stared at it in awe. Could this be it? The answer to your metaphorical prayers? It didn’t look too busy at the moment, which was a bit of a surprise considering that the mall was packed. Maybe it was a shitty music store? Well, there was only one way to find out.

You took a moment to smooth out your shirt from all the running you had just done before casting a look down to Dustin. You were surprised to find him already looking up at you, but you didn’t let it shake you too much. Instead, you stepped towards the invitingly opened doors.

“You coming, or what?” You questioned to break the tension ghosting across your shoulders, and after a breath, Dustin followed suit. The both of you walked in and took a moment to take in the shop.

There were cassettes and records practically covering every wall. Hell- practically every surface. Everything from Bon Jovi to Black Sabbath. There was even a little section in the back with guitars, bases, and amps for sale, and was that Metallica playing quietly through the speakers overhead? A surprising choice, but certainly not an unwelcome one. Well, at least to you it wasn’t, but you knew at least half the families in Hawkins probably thought that that kind of music was for satan worshipers or something. Was that why there was barely anyone in here?

You were just about to head up to the front counter, but as you took your first step towards it, you caught a blur of hair and black leather zooming past out of the corner of your eye. Unfortunately, your paths intersected, and you crashed right into it. A decent stack of tapes went flying, along with your resume as you collided.

“Oh, shit. I just reorganized those,” The man groaned, already starting to bend down to retrieve the poor cassettes. “You alright?”

“Yeah. I am so sorry.” You apologized, face heating up as you kneeled down and started to frantically gather up the tapes. “Here, let me help.”

Duran Duran.

The Cure.

Tears for Fears.

And…

“Hey, this is the album that's playing, right? Ride the Lightning?” You asked as you handed the guy back a blue-colored cassette case labeled Metallica.

For a moment, he just stared at you. Not in that ‘Oh yeah? name three of their songs!’ type of way, but more like he was genuinely, and maybe even pleasantly, surprised. Nevertheless, being put under such an intense gaze was beginning to make you feel a bit nervous. So, you did what any sane person would do and laughed like an idiot.

“What? Is this not For Whom the Bell Tolls or something? You’re looking at me like I got three heads.” You tried to break the tension with some humor which actually seemed to work because he finally took the tape and cleared his throat.

“No, yeah. Sorry, yeah. That’s what's playing. I just,” He shook his head and looked down to pick up the last of the cassettes before continuing, “you don’t look like you would be into this kind of stuff. You just surprised me.”

You scoffed, not in a harsh way, but almost teasingly.

“What? The black riding boots aren’t enough to give me away?” You joked, and to your delight, the long-haired guy actually joined you for a huffed laugh.

It was at that point he reached for the small stack of papers that had flown out of your hands during the collision.

“Resumes?” He prompted, setting the newly reorganized cassettes safely back onto the glass counter before offering a ring-covered hand to help you up. You took it.

“Huh? Oh, yeah. I'm in town for the summer and I basically blew all my money just to get here so… resumes.” You looked down awkwardly at your shoes as you explained. Slowly, he handed you back all but one of the stack. His eyes scanned quickly over the document. So quickly, in fact, that there was no possible way he could have caught more than just your name and number.

Then finally, after what seemed like an eternity,

“You’re hired. Can you start tomorrow?” He asked, folding up your resume and shoving it into the back pocket of his ripped jeans.

What?

“What? Just like that? No interview?” You weren’t one for chancing your luck but this just seem way too easy after all you had just gone through. There had to be some sort of catch, right?

“Nope! I happen to be a fantastic judge of character, and I am judging your character to be perfect for this job.” He answered so confidently, that you almost believed him. “And I’m not sure if you’ve noticed, but I’m the only one working in here, and I am so sick of being around so many people with absolutely no taste.” He finally fessed up after a short pause, pulling a soft laugh from your chest.

“So what do you say? Can you start tomorrow?” The poor guy was practically begging at this point, and you really needed the money so…

“What time?” You answered with a grin, looking back up just in time to catch him fist pump the air and jump up onto the counter, swinging his legs across so that he was on the other side.

He ducked below, and for a second you lost sight of him completely. Then, almost like a groundhog, he popped back into view with a vibrant blue vest with Tape World embroidered on the breast and a stack of new employee forms.

“We open at ten tomorrow, but if you come in at nine-thirty, I’ll show you how to work the register.” He announced, sliding the items across the counter before leaning forward, resting his forearms against the glass display. “Oh,” His eyes closed as if something important had just caught up with him, “I also got a deal with the guys down at Hawkins’ Heroes so we can get some free breakfast too if you want.”

“That sounds great! I guess I’ll catch you tomorrow then…uh…” Your eyes darted across his uniform, searching for a name tag, but no joy. Fortunately, he must have caught your struggle because he stood back up straight and extended his arms out for an exaggerated bow.

“Edward Munson, at your service.” He introduced himself in a booming voice, that actually seemed to spook a couple of patrons towards the back of the store. “But! You can just call me Eddie.” He continued in a much more reasonable tone, dropping his hands back down to his sides with an almost goofy lopsided grin.

Who even was this guy? You asked yourself fondly, smiling back at him.

“Well then, Eddie, it's been a pleasure, but I’ve gotta feed this guy and get him home before his mom sends out a search party.” You threw a thumb back at Dustin who had been uncharacteristically quiet throughout the whole exchange. “Nine thirty, right?”

“Nine thirty,” Eddie confirmed, picking up the tapes he had dropped a few minutes ago to restock the shelves.

And with that, you gave one last wave before walking out of that little music store you were sure would leave a big impact on your summer vacation. Hopefully, it would be a good one.

As you and Dustin once again made your way back toward the food court, you couldn’t help but notice that he was giving you a look. At first, you tried to ignore it, but as you two got closer and closer, his smug look seemed to bore itself into the side of your head until you finally conceded.

“What?”

“Huh? Oh, Nothing.” Dustin answered nonchalantly, finally looking away. He was trying to seem aloof, but you knew he was just being a little shit.

“C’mon, kid. Spit it out.” You tried, but he seemed content keeping up his little act for a little while longer. Eventually, after another long moment of silence, he couldn't contain himself and broke.

“I was just thinking about Suzie. That’s all.” He answered smugly and given his tone, that definitely wasn't all.

“Suzie?” You prompted, raising an eyebrow at your little cousin.

“Suzie.” The kid repeated but continued to elaborate when you shot him a questing look. “My totally beautiful and genius girlfriend from Camp Know Where.”

“Okay. Sure. What about her?” You were really failing to see how his definitely real and totally not made-up girlfriend was relevant to the situation.

“Well, I was thinking about the way she looked at me after I finished building Cerebro.” After another long pause, Dustin was starting to get impatient with you. “She looked at me like that guy from the music store looked at you just now!” He groaned at you as if what he was saying was painfully obvious.

“Dustin, what are you talking about?” You scoffed, but his stupid smirk didn’t budge. “He was probably just thrown off because some random girl ran into him and made him drop a bunch of shit. Stop- Quit smiling at me like that!” You could feel your face start to heat up again, but you couldn't tell if it was because you were embarrassed or annoyed.

“Uh-huh. Sure. That was definitely the only reason.” It was at that point that you gave him a light shove on the shoulder. Not enough to hurt or push him down, but apparently enough to send him spiraling into a fit of laughter.

“You are such a cocky little shit, you know that?” You snorted as pulled him back upright and under your arm. “Now shut up and pick something to eat so we can go home.”

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yoonieper · 3 years ago

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Daydream | KNJ

One man’s daydreaming is another man’s day.

✿ Pairing: Namjoon x Reader

✿ Genre: smut, angst, a tiny bit of fluff, pretty much pwp

✿ Rated: M for More

✿ Warnings: A little spice over the phone, handjob, oral (f. receiving), little bit of spanking, this is a tad bit emotional

✿ Word Count: 5.6k

✿ Summary: It’s late and he has work to do, but for some reason he can only think about you. He misses you so much and after so long, maybe it’s time to pay you a visit?

✿ Author’s Note: Fun fact, this is based off a dream I had a while ago. The part that mattered only lasted for like a second and the rest of the dream was nonsense but ayy I got a fic out of it~ This was supposed to be posted a year ago, I’m so behind omg 🤡… In reconciliation, I will let y’all know that there mayyyy be a part 2, but not in the way you expect so keep an eye out :3

No reposting, modifying. Translating is not allowed unless given explicit permission. Thank you so much :D

Namjoon stared at the screen like he had been all day, his frustration had caused a pounding headache that only seemed to get worse as the day went on. Cubase remained untouched, nothing, absolutely nothing had come out of this work day. He’d been at this for hours, hoping and waiting for inspiration to strike. With approaching deadlines, the pressure was eating away at him to try and get everything done.

For weeks he’s been working hard on songs for the upcoming album the group was going to be putting out in a few months. Today was the day he was supposed to start taking it easy and let his own creativity flow to its heart’s content and focus on working on the playlist that consisted of new songs for his new upcoming solo album. He had been looking forward to this day for a while, but it’s just been crickets. He hadn’t done anything productive today.

The cause… well, it’s sad, but he had a feeling of what it might be.

Namjoon tried to tell himself he was just burnt out from working so hard. It’s true, he had been overworking himself for the past few days, it could have easily sucked out all the inspiration he had beforehand. He knew that wasn’t it though. All day, now that he wasn’t so sucked into work, his mind was focused on something he tried to pretend hadn’t been eating away at him for the last month.

You.

It’s been so long since he’d seen you last. Busy schedules got in the way, and he’s embarrassed and honestly a little ashamed in the fact that he couldn’t make time to text you. He missed you so much, but he shouldn’t. It’s what put the distance between you two in the first place. Things were getting complicated and they never were supposed to.

But he just missed you so much.

Namjoon grabbed his phone off his desk and scrolled through his messages till he found your name. His heart skipped a beat.

Joonie [12:42 AM]: Hey

Y/N [12:44 AM]: ???

Y/N [12:45 AM]: So you’re finally texting me again 😏

Joonie [12:45 AM]: :( Don’t be like that

Y/N [12:46 AM]: Hehe I’m just playing, I figured you’d be busy

Joonie [12:46 AM]: Yeah I’m sorry, works been a lot

Y/N [12:46 AM]: I figured

Joonie [12:47 AM]: So… how’s your day been?

Y/N [12:47 AM]: Joon I thought we were past small talk 😩

Joonie [12:47 AM]: It’s a bit awkward, just feels like forever since we’ve talked last

Y/N [12:48 AM]: It’s been like a month hasn’t it?

Namjoon stared at the screen in disbelief. Has it really been that long? A quick scroll up told him it was in fact true.

Joonie [12:49 AM]: I’m sorry ㅠㅠㅠ

Y/N [12:49 AM]: It’s alright, I just miss you :(

The words shouldn’t make his heart jump. This goes against everything you both have established, then again, you’ve been crossing the boundaries for a while.

Joonie [12:50 AM]: I miss you too

Y/N [12:50]: :D

Namjoon suddenly had the urge to scream. You were adorable.

Joonie [12:51 AM]: :)

Y/N [12:52 AM]: Soooo Kim Namjoon, what’s the occasion this time?

Y/N [12:53 AM]: We both know you never text me unless you want something ;)

Joonie [12:54 AM]: …

Joonie [12:55 AM]: Can I call you?

Y/N [12:55 AM]: I’m waiting 👀

Namjoon stared hard as his thumb hovered over the call button. He knew the door he was opening up, and wondered if this was the right choice. Maybe he needed more time?

His body acted on its own and without thinking about it anymore, he clicked the button.

It rang for a second before you picked it up, he couldn’t help but smile when your cheery tone greeted him with a hello.

“I need you.” The words escaped his lips before he had much time to think it over.

“Someone’s eager,” you joked.

“Sorry, I just… I’ve been stressed lately with work. Nothing went as planned today, I was supposed to get a lot done, but I’m feeling burnt out. I need you. I just.. need you.” He ranted, almost pleading. The last words carried a lot of sentiment that was unknown to you both.

Joon could practically feel your smile through the phone.

“And what exactly do you want me to do? It’s been awhile Joon, talk to me~”

He quickly looked behind him, making sure his door was closed and locked. When he was assured it was, he scooted his chair up so he was leaning against his desk, lowering the chances of anyone hearing him, even if the other measures failed.

“Make me feel good like you always do. Please baby, you always make everything better and I miss you so much…” He whispered into the phone.

“Mmmm it really has been awhile~”

“So long... I’ve been thinking about you a lot these days.”

“Me too. Everytime I’m alone, it’s late at night and I can’t stop thinking about you and how good you make me feel Joon and I—“

“Fuck wait, stop!” Namjoon hurried. “I—I’m not even on the road yet, I’m still in my studio and you know how long it takes for me to get there.” His breathing was heavy as he gripped hard on the arm of his desk chair.

“Well hurry then Joon before I start without you~” Namjoon threw his head back at your words.

“Baby… wait, tell me what you’re wearing.” They say curiosity kills the cat.

He heard you chuckle slightly. “That hoodie you always keep leaving over here.” Fuck.

“And?” He rushed.

“Did I say and…” And boy did curiosity kill him. Namjoon just sighed, already feeling the blood beginning to rush to a certain place. He looked down at his lap, getting the urge to pull his pants down as he listened to your voice.

“Y/n I want you so bad…”

“How do you want me when you get here?”

“Don’t do anything, just wait for me. Can't wait to make you feel so good baby, missed your body so much.”

“And I can’t wait to make you feel good. I’ll make sure you forget the stress of your job. Get ready Kim Namjoon.” The possibilities had his mind racing and he gripped the phone hard as he bucked into nothing.

“I’m going, I'm going— I can’t do this anymore. I'm sorry.” He was already getting up and heading for his coat.

“I’ll text you when I’m downstairs, please don’t start without me.” His affirmation was needed as he remembered that one time he walked into your apartment, to see you having a blast with that hitachi wand you kept in your bottom drawer.

You giggled before you said your goodbyes.

It was in record time that he made it to the garage, with his driver pulling up in just a few minutes. The drive to your place was about 30 minutes from the Bighit building, as traffic always seemed to be bad when he came.

One thing he loved about coming over was the fact that the drive always gave him some time to think, and he had much on his mind.

Namjoon has dug himself in a hole he’s not sure he can come back from. Your relationship was never meant to be as complicated as it quickly became.

Namjoon met you a few years ago. At the time you worked as a waitress and after a successful concert, as they always do, the boys and some staff members went out to eat at the restaurant you worked at. You had been their waitress and even though the night was a blur (too much to drink), he had practically spent the whole night ogling you. He remembers distinctly the way he felt every time you came over to their table and how his eyes would follow you even after you left.

But it was not this meeting that started the whole arrangement that’s been going on for years. No, it was the next time you met.

Bighit had been holding a company party and the same restaurant they went to that day catered the event. You were still a waitress at the time, so you were one of the staff members that worked that night. This time, and with a little (emphasis on the little) less alcohol in his system, he managed to talk to you that night. He pulled you aside when your shift was getting close to ending and you guys basically spent the whole event talking and getting to know each other. Well… that would be a little bit of a lie.

The event had been close to being over and well, after a few more rounds, somehow you both ended up in one of the practice rooms practically eating each other’s faces. Things got pretty intense, Joon being this close to taking you right there in that practice room, but the sound of people beginning to leave scared you both, and that’s how he ended up in your apartment, and how this whole thing started.

It was supposed to just be sex. Joon made it clear from the beginning how work was just way too busy for him to consider a relationship, and you seemed fine with keeping the whole thing pretty casual. You even established rules and boundaries you both should not cross over.

Well flash forward a few years and practically everything you said not to do has been done. The boundaries were in this unspoken gray zone that you both never just seemed to talk about.

That’s where the problem starts.

The last time Namjoon went over to your place, certain words that he knew would change the dynamic of your relationship forever just seemed to be on the tip of his tongue all night. Luckily he never said anything, but it made him realize how close you two have gotten. Really, if it wasn’t for the periods you sometimes wouldn’t speak to each other, you would really look like a couple in a normal relationship. He’s never taken you out on a date, but the amount of times Joon would come over to just hang out, or how he stopped caring about falling asleep at your place, it was not surprising that feelings eventually arose.

It was just meant to be sex. He was quick to accept the fact that you two became friends, just with a few benefits, but the fact that he knew deep in his heart that he wanted to be more than that, well…

If things were different, if he wasn’t RM from BTS, he wouldn’t have any doubts asking you out, or being more. But the title and responsibilities are tied to his name in real life. He’s busy, and the worry of being an awful boyfriend because of his job, just seemed too much of a possibility for him to even think about putting you through that. It wouldn’t be fair.

In all honesty he had been avoiding you at first before he legitimately got too busy, a problem he knew he had to fix still raged in his mind.

He needed to end this. He’s gotten way too attached to you and for your sake and his, it would be better if he just ended it here. It was the right thing to do, but that’s what kept him from confronting the issue. He honestly couldn’t imagine not having you in his life anymore. It’s selfish and he knows, but he needs you.

Namjoon’s just been wondering how he’s going to break it to you or himself.

This whole thing that’s happening tonight was unfair and he knows it. He shouldn’t be speaking to you until he’s found the right words to say to end the beautiful relationship he’s built with you. It’s hard, and in a time of immense stress and dismay, he always goes to you for comfort.

Maybe by the next time you speak he can finally say the words he needs to. But not tonight. Tonight he just wanted to see you.

The ride seemingly sped by but at the same time felt like it took all too long. It still surprised him when his driver stopped in front of your apartment building.

Namjoon gave a friendly smile to the driver. He was really the only one to know where he would sneak off to at nights occasionally. Even the guys who he calls his brothers don’t know about your little affair. A silent promise was made each time he would get out of the car to go to your place. He would never tell a soul what happened tonight.

Your apartment building was familiar, it felt like a second home. The familiar rock in front of your building held a special memory as he remembered tripping over it the first time he was here. In a haste to get inside and feel you, in his tipsy state he nearly face planted onto the cement floor when his eyes had been fixated on you, not realizing he was walking straight into the rock.

A neighbor who lived on the first floor, their familiar door near the elevator would always be playing loud music whenever he would visit, tunes he could easily recognize belonged to his group.

Even the elevator was enough to get his heart to ache as he remembered the time you came in together and you joked about the ominous background music as you rode up together and how you got stuck inside for a good 20 minutes. He didn’t see it at the time, but today it seemed all too fitting considering how wrong it was for him to come here today.

He hurried inside, the adrenaline coursing through his veins as he rode the elevator and made it to your front door.

Finally.

A brisk knock was all it took before you were pulling open the door, revealing exactly how you described. You were wearing that dark blue hoodie he keeps forgetting to take home, your hair was down, and your legs were bare, getting Namjoon more excited than he’d like to admit.

You were so beautiful, so effortlessly beautiful.

“You’re finally here!” You exclaimed and pulled him into a hug, basking in his familiar sweet scent. He hugged you back happily, resting his head on top of yours. He hugged you tighter.

Your embrace felt like home.

“Missed you so much.” He whispered.

The sentiment was nice, but he quickly remembered the fact he was supposed to be pulling away from all of this. It hurt so much. All he wanted to do was give you all the kisses in the world and tell you the words he held back from saying last time.

Namjoon let his hands travel down under your (his) hoodie to distract his aching heart, grabbing a handful of your ass. He groaned realizing what you told him earlier was true. You weren’t wearing anything underneath.

“You weren’t lying…” he chuckled weakly, gently massaging your ass.

“Why would I lie?” You moaned, wrapping your arms around his neck.

“I dunno, you wanna make me a mess so rush over here, because you know you make me so hard so quickly.” His words were filthy, but he was desperate.

He saw your eyes widened at the sudden change in mood, but the shock was soon replaced with a sly smile as one of your hands traveled down his body. Your fingers, down his neck, collarbone, abs, all the way till they were hovering over the waistline of his sweats.

Namjoon felt his breath hick.

“Do I now?” You continued further till you were gripping his hardening length. You smiled seeing the way his face scrunched.

Oh boy were you gonna kick it up a notch. You just missed him so much and the way he was speaking earlier about how work had been, you wanted to make him feel better in any way you could.

You pulled your hand out to spit in it, before you were back in his pants, slowly jerking him off. You immediately felt his grip on your ass tightened.

“Wait—Y/n what are you—“ he couldn’t even finish before he had his hands on your hips and was burrowing himself in your neck, trying to suppress the moans.

You gently kissed his cheek, trying to soothe him. “I guess you were right~” you whispered softly into his ear, feeling his length quickly growing in your grasp.

You worked your hand the best you could considering the angle and the fact he was still wearing pants. “Does it feel nice?” You asked, smiling at the way how he was pretty much just fucking your hand. His hips steadily worked at pushing himself into your hand, eager at the slight bit of friction, you really weren’t doing much anymore.

He cursed under his breath at your words.

It was like a flash before suddenly he had pulled your hand away and pushed you back onto your dining table. You stared at him as he began walking closer, the hunger in his eyes had you squeezing your legs together.

He got between your legs, his eyes trailing up your thighs as his hands came up to pull you closer to him.

You were surprised but smirked, trying your best to ignore the way your heart was beating like crazy.

“Huh, can’t even make it to the room Joonie?” You teased.

He just chuckled. “Guess I can’t…”

“You gonna take me right here on the table then?” You bit your lip, not even trying to hide how hot that sounded.

“You would like that, wouldn’t you?” You didn’t miss the dark tone of his voice. You just smiled at him.

He just stared at your face and you couldn’t help but start to get shy at the way he was looking at you. Unable to handle his gaze you turned away, but his hand pushed you right back to meet his eyes.

You felt your cheeks start getting warm.

“I missed you…” His voice was soft, pleading almost for you to know. He wanted you to know, wanted you to know how much he missed you. This whole situation was fucked, he shouldn’t have to feel like this.

Namjoon pulled up your hoodie so it came up over your thighs. You stared wide eyed as he dropped to his knees and spread your legs apart, lifting them over his shoulders. He started planting kisses up along your thighs, making your whole body come alive.

“Wait— thought I was supposed to make you feel good?” Your breathing was getting labored as he got closer to where you really wanted him.

“You are… seeing you fall apart on my tongue will make me feel great…” He smirked and you just playfully rolled your eyes.

“I mean— I won’t stop you if that’s the case— ohhhh…” You sighed as he kissed you right on your pussy. You didn’t miss the way he smiled seeing your reaction.

Just like you can have him a mess in a few seconds, he could do the same to you.

You gripped the table harder as his light kisses turned to his tongue circling your bud.

“Fuuuu— baby please…” You cried, and he knew what you wanted.

“Does this feel good?” His voice was low and teasing, happy to see you already a mess for him.

“So good, but I want more…” When you beg like that for him, no matter how much he sometimes likes to draw it out he couldn’t deny you. Not when you’ve got him this hard, begging for him to please you.

Namjoon moved his arm so he could use his fingers to start rubbing up along through your slit. He marveled at how wet you had gotten so quickly, and it made him all too eager to finally feel you around his cock.

You whined again, slightly annoyed by the fact he was still teasing you, but before you could say anything his fingers were buried deep between your walls, already getting to work. He curled his finger to hit that sweet spot that he knew turned you into a mess.

“So good— so good!” Your hand flew from the table to tangle in his hair as a moan fell from your lips. He threw you in for a loop as he used the deadly combination of his tongue and fingers to bring you more pleasure than any of your toys were able to.

You missed this, you missed him.

“Fuck, just like that…” You moaned out and that fueled him to push further. Namjoon always knew how to have you screaming within minutes and this time wasn’t an exception.

Namjoon marveled in the little curses, your breathy moans. Knowing he could make you feel so good to make those pretty sounds for him.

He was to miss hearing you like this.

It all came back to him, how this was going to end soon, how it had to end soon. There was nothing he could do about it.

What if this was going to be the last time?

A particularly loud moan from you was enough to bring him back slightly and get back in the moment. You were right here with him, at least he could savor the moment while it was still here.

He took his frustration out on you, making sure every movement of his was purposeful, that this was going to be something you would remember. He wanted to make sure you would remember him.

“Joonie– oh my g–” And just by the sound of your voice he could tell you were getting close.

He paid close attention to your clit, drawing hurried figure eights around the bud with his tongue. With how long it had been since you saw each other it was enough to finally push you over the edge, and Namjoon watched your face intently as you came all over his tongue.

Namjoon paid close attention to the way your face scrunched up at the pleasure, the way your thighs tightened around his head, and the way you whined his name like you were his, like he was the only one who could please you like this. Every detail about you made his cock ache and he wanted nothing more than to take you like you wanted.

As he watched you come down from the pleasure, the little smile that appeared on your face warmed his heart and also made it hurt even more than before he walked in the door. Those same words that scared him last time were on the tip of his tongue once again.

In a haste to make the pain go away he rose to feet and kissed you hard, hardly giving you any time to breathe. He had to make this go away, there wasn’t anything he could do.

You giggled at his hastiness. “Does eating me out really get you going that much?” You asked in between kisses. Namjoon didn’t even answer before he was hoisting you up, making you squeal, and speedily making his way to your bedroom.

He was quick to set you on the bed. You looked up at him excitedly nervous for where this was going.

Namjoon tugged off his shirt a little less than gracefully, and cursed quietly to himself as he tried to get his pants untied. You ogled him happily, with all the working out he had been doing lately it certainly paid off. He looked absolutely amazing.

But what caught your attention the most was the look on his face, and the more you noticed the more your smile started to drop. After knowing Namjoon so long you knew that the way he was clenching his jaw meant he had something on his mind and it was bothering him.

“Joon, you ok?” You asked hesitantly. At that moment he had finally won the battle with his sweats and started tugging them down his legs.

“I’m fine. Take off the hoodie, want your ass up for me.” He said as he went over to the nightstand to grab a condom out the top drawer.

You were still concerned but you did as he said, slipping the baggy hoodie off your form and laid so your ass was in the air. You had every intention of asking about it, but you had a feeling now wasn’t the best time. Maybe this might take his mind off of what was bothering him?

If only you knew the whole reason for his frustration had to do with you.

As much as he wanted to just forget about it and be in the moment with you, he wanted so many more opportunities to be like this with you. The fact that this should really be the last time he gets to be with you, but how much he knew he didn’t want that, it just made this whole experience harder than it should be.

It really would be so easy to tell you how he felt, how much he wanted more out of the relationship you’ve built over the years but that would just make things complicated. It would be even harder to say goodbye.

Namjoon quickly opened up the package and slipped on the condom and got on the bed to position himself behind you.

He was scared to look at you, what if those words he wanted to say would come out if he looked into your eyes?

Namjoon let his hand come down on your ass cheek, a smacking sound reverberating through the room, and a moan instinctively falling from your lips.

He guided his length so it was right nestling you right where you wanted him. You whined and tried to push your hips back but he stopped you.

“You’re so pretty like this…” He sighed, the view honestly immaculate. He started to rub himself between your soaking folds making you want to scream.

“Joon oh my gosh– what has gotten into you?” You cried into the pillow. He normally wasn’t one to tease. Anytime you both would normally meet was under hurried circumstances. Busy schedules, life, anytime you were together just felt like waiting for some sort of timer to go off. It might be a call from a manager, a call from a boss, a notification reminding Joon he had a schedule to get to. There were very few moments you both would get to just relax and be with each other.

The reminder made Namjoon even more upset. There really wasn’t going to be any way he could make this work with you?

“Say it…” His voice was static, trying to sound as emotionless about the situation as he possibly could.

“Joon?!” You cried again.

“What do you want?” He asked again.

“Fuck me please…”

Namjoon could hardly contain himself at your words, he hastily pushed himself in. A moan slipped from his lips at the familiar tightness around his cock. You were so amazing.

He sat there for a second just allowing you to get adjusted, but when you started moving your hips he knew you were ready for him. He was slow, but made sure he was deep with his thrusts so you knew how much he truly cared for you.

You felt so good around him, warm, tight, like home.

Each stroke just made him more angry, he set a punishing pace enjoying the way you little whines distracted him. Everything about you enchanted him.

He slapped your ass again, enjoying the way it jiggled.

He had to make this quick, the longer he was here the harder it would be to go. This had to be the last time, he couldn’t do this anymore, this had to be the last time.

“Fuck– Joon– yes!” You moaned.

The last time. It had to be.

“Shit…” He groaned feeling the way your walls tightened around him. You were getting close too.

With his orgasm approaching sooner and sooner the more he couldn’t just ignore the way his heart longed for more.

In a haste he stopped and pulled out.

You turned around confused but before you could really question it you were on your back and staring right into his eyes as he pushed himself back inside.

The position was intimate and the last thing he should be doing, but he wanted to see you. See the way you look at him, see the way he makes you feel. Would you even want more out of this relationship if he asked you?

To make things worse you wrapped your arms around his neck and your legs around his waist to pull him closer. As that feeling grew stronger he couldn’t but lean in and kiss you. It was passionate, a passion he desperately wishes you were aware about. He could have burst into tears right in that moment.

Seeing you like this underneath him, he couldn’t deny it. He wanted more, he wanted to call you his. Why, why, why did the job he loved have to get in the way?!

He broke away from you lips and buried his head in your neck, sensing he wasn’t going to last much longer.

Namjoon started kissing your neck right where he knew got to you the most, savorying the way you groaned in his ear. Everything about you felt like muscle memory. How was he going to give this up?

“I’m going to miss you.” He softly said, not expecting you to hear.

Your whimpers were enough to finally push him over the edge, his hips sped up before a soft moan fell from his lips as he stilled inside you and filled up the condom.

He hardly gave himself time to breathe before he was snaking his hand in between your bodies and making quick work on your clit. You instantly moaned and it didn’t take very long for this to push you over the edge once again.

As you both started to calm down, Namjoon hesitantly pulled out of you and went to throw away the condom, when he came back he was a bit shocked to see you staring at him. It automatically prompted him to realize he had a decision to make.

Was he saying here with you tonight?

His mind knew that was a horrible idea, but that didn’t stop him from putting his boxers back on and climbing in bed next to you. At least he could spend one more night with you.

That was one of the rules you had set up oh so many years ago, yet the amount of times he’s stayed over were too many to count at this point.

Even as he got snuggled underneath the sheets you were still staring at him strangely.

“What’s up?” He finally asked.

“What’s up with you? You seem a little tense and what did you mean when you said you’ll miss me?” You questioned a bit worried by how off your evening together seemed.

Namjoon froze realizing you noticed. In a second he weighed his options– does he finally confess what’s been bothering him all night, finally tell you that it would probably be best to end things now, or wait a little while longer to enjoy one more night with you.

One look at you, post sex bliss making you even prettier.

He quickly picked the latter.

“Work’s just been tough. We have a schedule soon where we’re heading to LA in a few weeks– being with you like this made me realize how much I’m going to miss you.” He smiled, pulling you into his arms.

He saw the little smile on your face at his words, melting his heart.

It was true, he was going to be leaving soon and he really was going to miss you.

“Don’t worry, I’ll always be here when you get back.” You said as you snuggled in closer to him.

“I know but still… I’ll miss you.” Namjoon couldn’t hide the emotion in his voice. You were able to pick up on it and looked up at him.

“You’re sure that’s all that’s bothering you?”

He tried to smile and nodded. “I’m fine, don’t worry about me.”

This time you didn’t push any further and picked up your remote that was sitting on the nightstand. “Did you wanna pick up on the show we left off on?”

Namjoon nodded and watched as you opened up netflix and started up the fifth episode of My Name. You were easily sucked into it, but he couldn’t focus.

In an effort to try and distract himself he got up and told you he was going to shower. He hopped that might help, but one glance in your bathroom made everything worse.

He was everywhere.

Namjoon over the years had steadily started buying more stuff for whenever he would stay at your place. Right there on the cup that sat on the sink was his toothbrush sitting right next to yours.

Even when he made it inside the shower, right next to all your shampoos and body washes were all of his, the same ones he had back in the dorm.

The whole time in the shower he was telling himself one thing; this had gone way too far. It wasn’t anyone’s fault, feelings were complicated and of course after spending so much time with each other feelings other than physical attraction would develop.

It already hurt now thinking about saying goodbye, what about a year from now? This can’t keep going on.

It’s what he tried to tell himself but once he came out the bathroom and saw you lying on the bed asleep, he knew it wasn’t going to be that easy.

He slipped himself underneath the covers and cuddled up next to you, his heart nearly tearing into two when you almost instinctively snuggled further into him.

It was things like this that was going to make this hard. How was he going to be able to say goodbye when he loved you so much?

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trash-gobby · 3 years ago

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How about a little NFSW with Brahms, maybe the reader has tried to leave the house to buy something and Brahms didn't take it well and will use all his weapons to stop the reader from leaving....

(Gone Sexual 😉 someone please stop me with these titles)

Word Count: 1.2K

Pairings: Brahms X GN!Reader

Characters: Brahms Heelshire, Reader

A/N: Heeeeyyy! Here is your Brahms NSFW fic. In fact my first proper mini-fic that NSFW (not including headcanons in this obvs). Also this is PWP so there isn't much build up to the "action" that takes place. Hopefully this is alright. It's also my first time writing smut for the internet to see, so I have no idea whether this is gonna be very good or not. I'd really appreciate any constructive criticism if there are moments that seem to OOC or inaccurate, as I am still learning and doing reading on how to improve my writing! I feel a little unsure of my own writing, if it's too boring and stuff so I hope y'all still like it anyway.

RATING: R 18+

Reader Pronouns = they/them

⚠️This is an 18+ post because of the NSFW!!! That means I DON’T encourage anyone who interacts with NSFW content who is underage. I’ve talked to other people who’ve been long time content creators and users of this website and I’ve come to the conclusion that I am not your parent and can’t control what content you consume. IF YOU SAY YOUR UNDERAGE IN YOUR PROFILE OR HAVE AN AGE UNDER 18 I WILL BLOCK YOU! Just consume responsibly, and know your limits. And If your a minor please DNI

Detailed warnings under the cut

Warnings!: hand job, hair pulling, dry humping, choking

It wasn't up for debate. You needed to go out and get some drain cleaner. It was the only way you were going to fix this particular problem with the drainage system in the bathroom. However, that meant that you were going to have to actually leave the house, and that was a whole other matter all together. Your gonna have to go through Brahms to do it, and you know you'll have to deal with a tantrum.

He sits on the floor in the living room tuning his violin when you enter into the doorway. Looking up, he places the violin down into its case and rises to meet you.

"So... Brahms, I know we've talked about the rules before," at your mention of them he cocks his head to the side almost in confusion, but the body language he gives is tense and ready for you to say something he doesn't like.

"I know I'm not supposed to leave you, but I really need to get drain cleaner and I can't get someone from the grocery store to pick it up a bring it here on such short notice," Immediately he takes several steps forward grabbing your shoulders hard enough that it hurts. Your going to have bruises later.

"Brahms I have to go," You manage to jerk yourself from his grasp and turn to leave, beginning to walk to the doorway.

"I'll get you something from the sweets shop on my way back, but this is important." Before you could even make it to the doorway you felt Brahms long limbs wrap around your waist and his body leaning into yours.

"No, stay," he said in his childish playful voice, leaning his head on your shoulder, the scruffy hair of his beard brushing against your neck.

"Brahms," you sighed, rolling your eyes and trying to unfold his arms from around you. This action only made him hold tighter, drawing you closer to him.

"Stay," This time his words weren't as soft or childish, but deeper and more serious. The cold porcelain of his mask nuzzling into your neck, causing a shiver to run up your spine. You were now in a precarious position. One where Brahms was either going to throw a tantrum of glom to you until you'd change your mind and give up. But this was not gonna be like all the other times. This time you were going to stand your ground.

"Brahms I have to do this please. If I don't fix this it will cause lots of problems for you and me later, and don't you want some candy? You love-"

Your words were taken from your lips as your felt Brahms hands ghost over a sensitive spot on your stomach.

"Brahms," you said with a slightly more stern voice, though the fight was starting to wane out of it.

"Y/N," there was an edge of something primal and desperate in Brahms voice as he brings one of his other hands to run it over your hair, then slowly cups your face. His fingers trace the line of your jaw line, lower and lower, until his hand found its way to your neck.

"I can make you stay?" It was asked as a question, almost like permission for him to continue whatever it was he was doing, though you were pretty sure you had an idea. As much as you wanted to get that damn drain cleaner, your body and mind were betraying you. Your mind focusing on every feather-light touch, and your face heating up, flushed.

Fuck it.

"Only if you can convince me. So, convince me," you whispered, placing one of your hands into Brahms black curls and pulling his ear to your lips, nipping lightly at it.

Your words seem to have an effect on him and you feel Brahms take a sharp intake of air. He tightens his hand resting around your throat, not so much that you can’t breathe, but enough that you know it’s gonna leave a bruise in the morning. His other wandering hand makes its way slowly down to your abdomen, dancing softly over your hypersensitive skin.

The heat of your arousal was prominent, as you felt yourself becoming aware in your most intimate places of every soft touch Brahms gave you. He was clearly also just as aware, for as he reached the waistband of your pants he hesitated.

"More?" he said, voice husky and whispered in your ear.

"I don't know why you stopped," you playfully snapped back playfully.

His grip on your throat tightens enough to silence you as his other hand makes its way lower, until you are overwhelmed by the sensation of his hand so close, yet not close enough. His teasing, playing just outside the area of finally giving you what you desire was only making you more excited.

You could also feel that you were not the only one eager to get things underway. Brahms body pressed up against yours, you could feel his throbbing cock pressing against you through both your clothes.

His hand eventually found its way to your sex, starting his ministrations slowly at first, making you whine deep in your throat. It felt so good to feel him on you, giving you this level of affection. Every touch sent sparks through your body, making you moan even louder.

Brahms responded with a sound of his own guttural sound, almost between a growl and a whimper, rubbing up against you from behind, creating friction between his hard cock and your body.

His strokes began to become more close together, in between your thighs, underwear wet, dripping with arousal. You could feel yourself quickly coming undone with every quick intake of breath, pressing yourself into his hand to create more of that sweet pressure on your sex.

"Please," you hissed as your climax edged closer and closer. Brahms responding by gripping your throat harder and really laying into the most sensitive spot which he knew drove you crazy every time. Your fingers found themselves winding through his coal black locks again pulling hard.

The wet sounds of flesh on flesh emanated from the living room along with your loud moan of his name as he brought you to the edge. All you could focus on was the overwhelming pleasure and that it was all coming from Brahms.

Your last thought before the dam of your mental and physical climax, was how this was all for you, to keep you here, and he'd definitely done a fantastic job of convincing you to stay.

The force of your orgasm made your knees almost buckle, shaking while being supported by his hands.

As your mind cleared from the haze of post-coital bliss, you detangled yourself from Brahms searching hands. He was breathing heavy and still hard as a rock.

Turning to face him, you licked your lips before placing your hand firmly on his chest, backing him onto the couch, crouching between his open legs as he sat heavily on its plush surface.

Brahms looked down at you heavily lidded eyes behind his mask capturing your every move.

"I can get the grocery people to deliver the drain cleaner with the rest of the groceries next week," you smiled.

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