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the-boy-meets-evil · 1 year ago

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all roads lead back to you | c.sc (scoups)

(where you take an annual cabin trip with your friends and your ex decides to join this year)

pairing: ex!seungcheol (scoups) x f!reader genre: exes to lovers | angst, smut rating: explicit - minors DNI word count: ~10.6k warnings: these are exes and the relationship ended badly, but we're healing, drinking, midnight kisses, reader is mentioned as wearing a skirt & tights, making out, seungcheol picks reader up, body worship, slight nipple play, fingering (f. receiving), oral sex (f. & m. receiving), choking, cheol has a big dick (i don't make the rules), unprotected sex (they talk about it, but don't do this), multiple orgasms & overstimulation (f. receiving), aftercare

a/n: this is for @k-vanity's 25 tips for surviving the holidays. day 11 - cabin vacation. i'm not really sure what happened, something about scoups just makes me blackout and write too much (i only started this 2 days ago). also shoutout to @tbzhub for saying we'd do this together lmao. thank you to @gyuwoncheol, @wonwussy, & @wooahaeproductions for helping me land on cheol for this fic. also, just for fun, tagging some scoups enjoyers because i'm nothing if not a menace: @ugh-yoongi, @seungkwansphd, @wongyuseokie, @beomcoups, @horanghater, @cheolism

The holidays are usually your favorite time of year. Sure, they’re really hectic and there’s always way too much to do without nearly enough time to do it. But, you still love it. Love being around friends and family. Love how everyone seems to acknowledge that any problems can wait for the new year. This is a time for joy and happiness. A time to celebrate all the wonderful things that did happen and leave the bad in the year you’re leaving behind.

This time of year also brings around an annual trip that you take with friends. A trip to a secluded cabin where you can all just disconnect. Where you can sit by the fireplace and read. Where you can go to the nearby resort to ski or snowboard. Where you can drink hot cocoa and swap stories and just enjoy the company without the bustle of the city. It’s one of your favorite weekends every time the holidays roll around.

Not this year.

This year, your friends decide that they want to make the group a little bigger and spend a long weekend, including New Year’s Eve, together. Which is great, you’re single and there’s nobody else you’d rather ring the New Year in with. Except for one problem. Your ex is also coming. It’s been a little over a year since you broke up, so you know it’s time to move on. Moving on feels a lot harder when he decides he’s going to come to the cabin weekend again this year. It shouldn’t really surprise you. After all, you were friends before you dated. Didn’t think anything could stop you from being friends after. Didn’t actually think there would be an after, if you’re honest. And you’re definitely not going to be the one to back out or admit you’re still not really over it.

So, that’s why you’re sitting in a car with Wonwoo, Jihoon, and Mimi, headed off to the cabins that your friends booked for an extended long weekend. You’re just thankful that Wonwoo offered you a spot in his car on the way up. Makes it a lot easier. Even if it means Jihoon and Mimi are currently in each other’s space in the backseat as she shows him something on her phone. It’s not that you mind how cute they are together, it’s just still weird to see Jihoon acting like that with anyone. She seems to have waltzed in and melted any defenses he had.

From his position in the driver’s seat, Wonwoo reaches over to squeeze your thigh. You look over at him, grateful for the reminder that you’re not alone in all of this. Grateful that he swore up and down to make sure you never felt awkward the whole weekend. Maybe it won’t be so bad, you think, as you queue up more songs for the drive. That’s the best part about being in the front seat. You get to control the music and Wonwoo started the trip by telling Jihoon and Mimi just to roll with it. Not that they’re paying all that much attention, but it was a nice thought all the same.

The drive up is uneventful. Wonwoo navigates the winding back roads with a practiced ease. You sigh happily, taking in all the trees dusted with snow and the winter wonderland all around as you leave most of your troubles behind. There’s something almost refreshing about being out here. Like the air is crisper and everything is stiller. Wonwoo would make a smartass comment about how there’s more trees, less pollution, and a lot fewer people. So, of course all those things are true. You think it’s more, something about the magic of Christmas and the New Year.

Your smile falls the second you pull up to the main cabin because you can see that Seungcheol’s car is already there. Figures he would not only drive, but beat you there. You try to set that aside, though, because the place is beautiful. It’s set up with a main cabin where you can hang out, cook, play games, or do whatever you want. Then, there are separate small cabins, mostly just with bedrooms and bathrooms, to sleep in. Nayeon, bless her, took care of figuring out the sleeping arrangements for everyone. At least that would be easy.

Jihoon and Mimi are out of the car almost as soon as it stops, even if Jihoon grumbles about how his legs are stiff and the air is cold. It takes one smile from Mimi and he’s smiling back, grabbing their bags from the car to head for the main cabin. Meanwhile, Wonwoo adjusts his glasses and makes sure everything is turned off before getting out of the car to stretch. When he meets you at the trunk, his gaze is soft.

“Are you sure you’re going to be okay?” he asks.

You sigh and pull out your suitcase, with a little help from your friend. “No.”

“We shouldn’t have come,” Wonwoo says.

“Just because I’m being a baby doesn’t mean you should’ve stayed away,” you reassure him.

“You’re not being a baby,” he says with a frown.

“Still,” you press. “We’ve been broken up for a year. There’s going to be a lot of people here, it’ll be fine.”

“As long as you’re sure,” Wonwoo relents. “He didn’t bring anyone, did he?”

“No, Nayeon said it’s just him. She’s worried about me too,” you say with a playful eye roll. “She’s got me staying in a cabin with you, her, and Joshua.”

“I’m glad we’re at least staying together,” Wonwoo says.

“I’m gonna be fine, Wonwoo, you worry too much,” you insist.

You get through the first night and breakfast the next morning without having to say a single word to Seungcheol. It’s been awhile since you last saw some of your friends, so there’s a lot to catch up on. The group is also pretty large, which makes it easier to blend in. Everything, even something as simple as making a meal, is kind of a process, too. You’ve always been pretty comfortable in the kitchen and offer to help cook. Seungcheol can’t say the same. It feels like maybe it’ll be smooth and you can just do your own separate things without it being a big deal. Like you can both just agree to give each other space during the trip and not be awkward.

That lasts until the afternoon on the first full day, unfortunately.

Even though a lot of people take time off between Christmas and New Year’s, a decent portion of the group decides a Friday will still be less busy on the slopes. They want to get some runs in earlier in the day before whatever everyone wants to do later. Seungcheol, thankfully, was one of the first to say he wanted to go. Not surprising, you know he likes really anything where he can be active. Wonwoo was also quick to say he wanted to, after asking you if that was okay. You, again, insisted it was fine.

You’re reading your book by the fire, periodically watching Jun, Nayeon, and Mimi play cards on the other side of the room, when Seungcheol comes hobbling back in. Minghao just behind him, scolding him for not waiting and ruining the peaceful atmosphere.

“What’s wrong?” Nayeon asks, looking up from the game.

“Nothing, I’m fine,” Seungcheol says shortly.

“He rolled his ankle,” Minghao interjects.

“Now you see why I stayed behind,” Jun says.

“I’m fine, really,” Seungcheol insists.

“You should ice it just in case. And keep it elevated,” Minghao says as heads off to the kitchen.

Trying to keep your face straight, you mark the page in your book and get up. All you want is for this to be as subtle as possible. But, Jun is also in the room.

“Where are you going?” Jun asks.

“Oh, just back to my room to get something,”

It’s a lie and you’re pretty sure they know it, but you also don’t care. You’re not going to stay in the room with an injured Seungcheol because he gets pouty when he can’t do exactly what he wants. This is going to be one of those times. There’s no way he’s going to be happy sitting still when he knows his other friends are still out on the trails. Especially when it’s such a minor thing. You hope that they all understand your decision to just let them deal with him and whatever he has to say.

When you feel like it’s been enough time, you venture back into the main cabin, portable charger in hand, for good measure. Not that you think anyone will ask what it is that you needed from your room, but it’s always a good idea to be prepared. Just in case. At first glance, you think the main living area is empty. That makes you sigh in a little relief. Not that you want to be alone when this is a trip for friends. It’s just nice to have a quiet moment in all the chaos. You think you’ll be able to get back to your book, at least for a little, until you notice someone laying on the couch. Not someone. Seungcheol. Quickly, you turn around, hoping he doesn’t see you. And it would probably work, if you didn’t bump into the corner of a table on your way out.

His head snaps up and swivels to look at you. “What - oh.”

“Sorry, I was just leaving,” you say.

“Can you really not be in the same room as me?” he asks. He sits up so that he can look at you more easily.

“I’ve been in the same room as you plenty,” you point out.

“Not alone,” he persists.

“What reason would we possibly have to be alone together?” you wonder.

“You don’t have to be so…” he starts.

“So, what?” you press.

“So…like this,” Seungcheol finishes, somewhat lamely.

“How should I be?” you ask.

“I don’t know, just, not like this. We were always comfortable with each other, even before…” he starts and stops suddenly.

“Before we dated? Before you shattered my heart? Before you decided it was easier to shut me out instead of just talking to me?” you ask, tears prickling at the corners of your eyes.

“I know,” he admits.

“You just abandoned me,” you say quietly. “I needed you and you weren’t there. I never would’ve left you like that.”

“I know. I made so many mistakes. So many things I can’t take back,” he says. He actually looks remorseful. You’re not sure if that’s better or worse. “I’m so sorry for that. I would take it all back if I could. I’d do everything differently.”

“This was a mistake,” you say.

“Talking to me?” he asks.

“Coming on this trip at all,” you admit and turn away. “I have to go.”

With your back to him, you miss the way his face falls at your admission. Don’t see the way he considers getting up to follow after you. It’s for the best, anyway. Your heart's already breaking again just from one conversation. Just from seeing the emotion on his face. The one face you thought you’d always know better than your own. It’s amazing how everything can change in a single moment. How something that took years to build, first as friends and then as a couple, can all come tumbling down in a second. A split second or a fork in the road. One wrong turn and it’s all gone.

You make it through to Saturday without any more forced conversations with your ex-boyfriend. Manage to sit on the opposite end of the table from him during meals. Wait until he commits to playing a game or watching something before you decide what to do yourself. Still, you feel very included in everything with different groups of your friends because there are plenty of people there to hang out with. If you take the forced conversation with him out of the equation, it’s actually been a pretty good trip, overall. Not nearly as hard as you expected it to be.

“I’m gonna go check out the lodge at the mountain, anyone wanna come?” Wonwoo throws out. There’s a smattering of lukewarm responses. Mostly, people say they may hit the trails a little bit later after they’ve had a lazy morning.

“I’ll come,” you offer.

“Shocking that you two are a pair,” Nayeon jokes from her spot on the couch, curled up with Joshua.

“That’s enough out of you,” you joke back before turning to Wonwoo. “I’ll go grab my coat.”

“Can you grab my hat? I think I left it in my room,” Wonwoo requests.

“Sure,” you agree.

When you meet Wonwoo in the entranceway, you find your eyes back on the living area. Almost like you can feel someone watching you. But, when nobody is, you figure that you must have imagined it, not noticing the way Seungcheol’s jaw tightens or his mouth turns down in frown. He had just been looking and he wasn’t liking what he saw. Instead, having missed all that, you fall into step beside one of your closest friends and head out of the cabin.

“It’s not a far walk, but we can drive if you want,” Wonwoo offers, sticking his hands into his pockets.

“No, a walk would be nice. It’s not as cold today,” you say.

One of the best parts of being friends with Wonwoo is the sheer comfort you feel with him. It’s always been like this, since the beginning of your friendship. Always just as easy to say the hard things to him as it is to sit in silence. Always easy to avoid the hard things, because he seems to find it easy to to tell when you don’t want to say something. Unfortunately, it’s also easy for him to push you to speak, even when you’re not sure if you want to. Like now, as soon as you reach the Lodge.

“Are you doing okay?” Wonwoo asks as the pair of you make your way over to a stand selling hot drinks.

“I’m assuming you don’t mean from the walk over here,” you deflect while you look at the menu.

“No,” Wonwoo answers simply.

“I’m fine,” you insist, stepping up to the counter. “Peppermint hot chocolate and whatever he wants.”

“You don’t have to…” Wonwoo starts, falling silent at the look you give him. He sighs, knowing you won’t relent. “Just a plain hot chocolate.”

“Thanks,” you say as you pay.

“You’re not fine. I can see it on you,” Wonwoo says.

You pause when someone calls out your name for the order. “I really am doing fine. The only hard part was getting sucked into a short conversation with him yesterday.”

“What did he say?” Wonwoo asks.

“Nothing much,” you say and meet Wonwoo’s eyes. You can tell you need to carry on. So, you recount the conversation as best as you can remember.

“He misses you,” Wonwoo surmises.

“And if he does? What does it matter?” you ask.

“You miss him too,” Wonwoo points out. “That’s why it matters.”

“I don’t,” you argue. “He broke my heart.”

“What happened? A year ago when you broke up, what happened?” Wonwoo asks.

“You know what happened,” you say with a sigh.

“No, I don’t. I know he left, somehow, but I don’t know what really happened. You’ve always kept that part of the story close to the vest,” Wonwoo says.

“Because it still hurts,” you plead.

“Maybe it’s time you let someone else take a little of that pain by talking about it,” Wonwoo suggests. You find a table to sit down as you’re considering sharing.

Ultimately, it would be nice to get someone else’s perspective. To get someone who knows you both, and cares about you both, to weigh in on everything that happened. Even if Wonwoo seemingly took your side, you know he still talks to Seungcheol as well. With a steadying breath, you launch into the whole explanation, at least your side of it. It’s time, past time, honestly, that you get this off your chest.

It was great, at the beginning. The two of you were friends first, for years, before something shifted and you started to see each other differently. Suddenly stepping a little more carefully around each other. Not really knowing what to do or what to expect. Not sure if it would ruin the friendship to admit that there were feelings there. Until one day, Seungcheol finally made the move, asked you out on a date, and made sure you knew that’s what he was asking. It got very serious, very quickly. Far more quickly than either of you expected. But, that’s what happens when you start as friends. There are so many things you already know, so many things you don’t have to ask, so many memories already embedded into your relationship. Things were good. It wasn’t like they were perfect. There were little fights here and there, but nothing that felt that serious. Nothing that felt like a dealbreaker.

It’s hard to admit, even to Wonwoo, that you saw Seungcheol as your forever. As someone you wouldn’t let go of once you had him. He was your safe space without ever being boring. Your protector without ever being one of those toxic assholes. Your biggest cheerleader without being condescending. It was way too early in the relationship to be feeling like he was your forever, so you didn’t ever say it to him, but you felt it. Felt it deep in your bones. He was also vulnerable with you in a way that he wasn’t with anyone else. At least anyone else that you’d seen. The first time he just let you take care of him, let you see him as something other than someone strong and in control, it made you fall even more deeply for him. It didn’t hurt that he nearly stopped your heart with how stupid hot he was. That gets a snort out of Wonwoo before you continue on.

Suddenly, everything changed. Seungcheol withdrew into himself and stopped confiding in you. He could always be a bit moody, a little deep in his feelings. Still, he would always talk to you about it. Would always share with you what he was feeling. Sometimes it was something so simple as you getting a little too much attention, which he didn’t like. He could be a little jealous. It was something you worked on with him. Sometimes it was a conversation with a friend weighing heavily or something going wrong at work. No matter what, he always talked to you about it. Until he didn’t. Until he just stopped saying much of anything. Until he got a bit secretive with everything in his life and you didn’t really recognize him anymore. His phone was always turned over. Not fully paying attention to you when you were in group settings. Not making plans the way he used to.

“What did you do?” Wonwoo asks.

“I confronted him,” you say. Simple. It was so simple. “I told him it wasn’t okay and that I deserved better. That we always got through things together and that we needed to get back to that.”

“Mature of you,” Wonwoo says.

“I thought so,” you say and take a steadying breath. “He agreed, even. Told me that I did deserve better.”

“So what…” Wonwoo asks, but trails off. Obviously confused.

“He said that it was too much. That he couldn’t give me the things I deserved. That I would be better off finding someone else who could,” you say and wipe away the stray tear.

“I’m so sorry, I didn’t know,” Wonwoo says.

“I didn’t want you to. I didn’t want you to look at me like that,” you admit. “Like I was broken because someone didn’t want to love me.”

“You’re not broken,” Wonwoo insists softly, hand reaching out for one of yours. “You’re one of the strongest people I’ve ever known. But it’s okay to admit when you need help. Or when you need a friend.”

“I know,” you sigh. “It’s just hard.”

“I know, but I’m here,” Wonwoo assures you.

Saturday night finds Wonwoo and Seungcheol as the last two awake in the living room, finishing their drinks in relative silence. It used to be easy for Seungcheol, sitting with his friend like this. Yet, it hasn’t been, not in the last year since he broke up with you. Not since Wonwoo made it clear that they were friends, but he was sticking by you no matter what. Not that Wonwoo’s been cold or rude or anything. That would have made it easier, Seungcheol thinks. No, instead he’s been mostly the same. Still just as friendly and supportive. All it does is make him feel worse. Why can’t Wonwoo just say what’s really on his mind?

“How was the lodge earlier?” Seungcheol asks.

“Hmm?” Wonwoo asks, eyes seeming to come back into focus as they look over at him.

“The lodge? You went over there earlier. I was just asking how it was,” Seungcheol repeats.

“Oh, fine. We just ended up getting hot chocolate and talking. Kinda watched people coming and going from the trails,” Wonwoo says like it doesn’t matter. Maybe it doesn’t.

“Are you two…are you…” Seungcheol starts and stops the question several times.

“Dating?” Wonwoo asks, taking pity on his friend. “No. She’s been single since…”

“I broke her heart?” Seungcheol supplies humorlessly.

“I wasn’t going to say that.”

“No? It seems like someone spending that much time with her would say that.”

Wonwoo regards him for a second, adjusts his glasses like he’s buying time to think. “What happened? With you and her, what happened?”

“I’m sure you’ve already heard it from her.” The answer is short. Seungcheol doesn’t want to play these games, not with someone that’s so obviously close to you.

“I’m not asking to hear it from her. I’m asking to hear it from you,” Wonwoo presses. He’s insistent, but his eyes are soft. It’s easy to wonder if it’s time to share.

“I got scared,” Seungcheol admits. “And jealous.”

“Of what? Or of who?” Wonwoo asks. Seungcheol takes a long sip of his drink and grimaces a little. He isn’t buzzed enough for this. Can’t really believe he’s entertaining sharing in the first place. But, well, isn’t this what he’s hoping for? Another chance?

“Of everything and everyone,” Seungcheol says. “She was so kind, so patient, so good to me. Good for me. Just the best person I’ve ever known. I just thought that one day, she’d wake up and she’d realize that she deserved more than me.”

Wonwoo shakes his head. “Why did you think that?”

“I don’t know,” Seungcheol admits. “I guess, well I know I can be difficult. That I get in my head a lot. I know sometimes it’s hard to talk about what I’m feeling. She made a lot of that feel easier, which made me fall harder for her. But, then she makes a lot of people feel that way, doesn’t she? Like she’s the only one who will understand. I don’t even think I was the only friend of ours that had feelings for her. I just, I don’t know, it sounds so fucking dumb now, but I couldn’t compete.”

“It wasn’t a competition, Cheol,” Wonwoo says.

“I know that,” Seungcheol insists.

Wonwoo fixes him with a stare. “Do you? She’s a lot of things, maybe a lot that make people interested in her. But, she chose you. She chose you and kept choosing you, every chance she got. I don’t think that ever would’ve changed.”

“Do you want me to feel worse?” Seungcheol asks, voice rising a bit. “I already told her that I would go back and change things if I could, but I can’t.”

“Do you still love her?” Wonwoo asks, voice so quiet. Yet, it carries all the same.

“Of course I do,” Seungcheol says.

“Then figure out a way to tell her,” Wonwoo replies.

“It’s not that easy,” Seungcheol says. “And aren’t you supposed to be telling me to leave her alone? As her friend?”

Wonwoo rises from his seat. “It can be that easy, if you stop being your own worst enemy. And I’m your friend, too. It doesn’t seem like the chapter is really over for either of you yet.”

Seungcheol sits and considers what his friend shared. Wonders if there might be something there. He barely registers as Wonwoo says goodnight and calls a goodnight in response. Then, he’s left with his thoughts again. Should he say something? Can he bring himself to say something? Or will you just shut it down again?

New Year's Eve brings a snowstorm with it that has your group of friends deciding it’s best to just stay in the cabins instead of venturing out to the party they’re having at the lodge. There’s plenty of you for a party, plenty of food, and plenty of warmth, especially close to the fire. The snow falls lightly outside the windows, blanketing everything around with a fresh layer of powdery flakes. It’s not supposed to get truly heavy until much later in the evening. So, you can just get dressed up and have a party with everyone that’s familiar to you. No worrying about mixing with strangers and how they’ll impact the party.

When you and Mingyu go into the kitchen to take stock of what you have and plan out the food for the day, you realize that maybe you don’t have everything that you need after all. You could actually use more food and you definitely could use some champagne to toast with. It makes sense, though, you planned to go into the lodge to ring in the new year. Your smile when Wonwoo, Jihoon, and Joshua offer to go out and do a run is immediate and wide. You hand over a list of what you need (well, you text it to all three of them just to cover your bases) and they’re off into town. That lets you turn back to the kitchen, where Mingyu and Mimi are starting on an appetizer. You’re trying to figure out what you can work on when someone clears their throat. Your heart skips a little when you look up.

“Could I talk to you for a minute?” Seungcheol asks you, face more open than you’ve seen in a while.

It makes your mouth go dry. How are you supposed to turn him down when he’s asking in front of everyone like this? Like it’s just a totally normal thing to ask? All you can do is nod and avoid looking at anyone else around you. Just nod and follow him into a smaller side room off the main living area.

“Thanks,” he says when they stop walking.

“What was I supposed to do? Make a scene?” you ask.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t know how else to ask you to talk,” he admits.

“I heard you,” you say, cutting across his words. He looks confused. “Last night? I heard you talking to Wonwoo. I left my charger in here and came back to get it.”

“Oh,” is all he says.

“Oh?” you repeat.

“I wanted to actually tell you, not have you overhear me talking through things with someone else,” he says, mouth turned down like he’s upset.

“Then you should have just talked to me,” you press.

“I couldn’t! You won’t talk to me,” he says defensively.

“Not this weekend. A year ago, when it all happened,” you say quietly.

“I know,” he says. You expect him to look annoyed or defeated, but he only looks sincere. “I knew the moment you walked out that I fucked up and I’m so sorry. I’ve tried a hundred times since then to just talk to you, but the words never felt right.”

“Cheol,” you plead. You’ve been waiting a year to hear this. Except, you finally feel like you’re starting to move past it all and this is only making it confusing.

“Just, you don’t have to say anything, I just want you to hear me out,” Seungcheol pleads. “I know I have absolutely no right to ask you that, but I’m asking anyway.”

“Okay,” you say, barely above a whisper.

“I fucked up. I knew I did when you walked out, but it took me a while to realize just how bad. I didn’t just drive a partner away, I drove someone away that got through all my walls in a way nobody else ever has. I drove away the person that made me feel comfortable, that supported me even when I was being an idiot, that constantly showed up for me. I was afraid that I didn’t deserve you and always jealous of everyone else that paid attention to you. I thought one day you were gonna wake up and realize that there were better people out there that were less, I don’t know, emotionally closed off. I didn’t realize until way too late that you knew exactly what you brought to the table and what you deserved, but you picked me. I didn’t realize that it’s the only thing I ever needed, was you seeing all of me and picking me anyway,” Seungcheol says.

“I don’t, that’s…” you trail off and shake your head to clear it. You’re trying to find the words when Nayeon pokes her head in.

“Hey, I’m so sorry to butt in, but Mimi just kicked me out of the kitchen. I was only offering because Mingyu said he needed help,” Nayeon says. “I think they need you.”

“Oh, um,” you start, kind of like a deer in headlights.

“You should go help him. I don’t want everyone hating me for keeping you from helping Mingyu,” Seungcheol says with a light chuckle at complete odds with the situation.

“Thank you,” Nayeon says with a smile as she grabs your arm to whisk you away.

“Does Mingyu actually need me?” you ask.

“Huh? Yeah, he does,” Nayeon laughs. “I wasn’t trying to save you, you’re good enough at that on your own.”

“I don’t buy that,” you say, pulling both of you to a halt. Nayeon rolls her eyes.

“Fine, maybe I heard what he said to Wonwoo last night from Joshua and maybe I want you to at least consider what he has to say,” Nayeon admits. “I liked you together, sue me.”

“I just might,” you grumble, heading off to help Mingyu in the kitchen without Nayeon in tow.

After dinner, you and Mingyu insist that you’re not getting anything, for anyone, for the rest of the night. And probably into tomorrow. Mimi got distracted part way through and disappeared for entirely too long with Jihoon. Which would be fine, but there were a lot of people to cook for and you needed all the help you could get. Joshua popped in and out, thankfully, but it was still tiring. The perk has been that you actually haven’t had to lift a finger since. Your drink stays full and someone is always willing to get you something to eat. That lets you settle in to play a game with the group.

The TV in the background steadily counts down as it gets closer to midnight. Occasionally, the performance draws your attention to watch. Mostly, you’re just drinking entirely too much. Somewhere, in the deep recesses of your brain, you know that you’re just trying to avoid thinking about everything Seungcheol said. Or trying to avoid thinking how good he looks tonight. It’s hard to stop yourself from lingering on the way his shirt clings to his chest. Has he been working out even more? Or the way his pants stretch tight across his thighs. Not for the first time, you shake your head to clear it, recross your legs, and focus on whatever game it is you’re playing. Ignore the look Wonwoo gives you from his place next to you. He certainly hasn’t missed your looks. (And nobody else really has, either, except for Jun. But, that’s just Jun for you.)

Everyone sets aside the games when it gets closer to midnight, milling around with varying amounts of energy instead of sitting still. You realize, even with any awkwardness from Seungcheol being there, you can’t think of anyone else you’d rather ring in a new year with. Surrounded by all of your favorite people, what else could anyone ask for? Well, except maybe a New Year’s kiss. As if on cue, your glance drifts over to Seungcheol. It’s a little surprising to find he’s already looking at you, smiling softly. It sends a surge of emotion through you to think of all the reasons you fell in love with him in the first place. When you turn away to take a sip of your drink, you find it’s empty. With midnight rapidly approaching, you really need a refill on the champagne. You’re about to go do that when a voice breaks into your thoughts.

“Here,” he says.

You turn to look at Seungcheol, now very firmly in your space, holding out a new glass of champagne. “Thanks.”

“I just noticed you were almost empty and figured you’d want it,” he offers.

“Yeah, I should make sure this one lasts,” you chuckle out.

The host on TV announces that there’s only a minute left. Everyone around you starts talking excitedly or getting closer to their partners, if they have them. Jokingly, you told Wonwoo that he would be your New Year’s kiss. Now, that’s the last thing on your mind. Seungcheol hovers close by. When you look over at him, though, his eyes are on the TV, counting down along with the host when it gets to ten seconds.

“HAPPY NEW YEAR!”

Everyone shouts together and starts clinking glasses. Hugging their friends or kissing their partners. Your body makes the decision for you when you turn to the man next to you and cheers his glass. As he starts to turn away, you grab his arm and pull him into you. Press your lips against his before either of you can figure out what’s happening. He recovers from his surprise quickly and wraps his free arm around your waist to pull you against his chest. It’s familiar and also somehow completely new at the same time.

Breathless. That’s what you feel when you pull away and cheers with other friends. You throw your arms around Nayeon and press a kiss to Wonwoo’s cheek. Pointedly ignore any looks or raised eyebrows about your decision to kiss your ex in a room full of all your friends. It’s fine. Everyone is doing fine. You’re definitely thankful that someone suggests a game and you can all go back to celebrating without talking about the elephant in the room. A very different elephant than when you first got to the cabins.

There’s another massive difference, too. Instead of sitting on the fringes or carefully leaving space, Seungcheol plops down right next to you. Lets his arm rest along the back of the couch. His arm isn’t around you, but it could be with the slightest adjustment. Several of your friends look at you with the question in their eyes. You avoid all of them, like the true adult you are, and focus, instead, on the warmth of Seungcheol’s thigh when it presses into yours. Actually, you avoid drinking any more, either. The whole night has been a little confusing (read: a lot confusing) and you don’t need an alcohol haze adding to that. It doesn’t escape your notice that he stops drinking as well.

When you start to get a little tired, you excuse yourself to the kitchen, claiming you need a snack and don’t know what you want. A minute later, Seungcheol appears on the other side of the island. Leaning casually against it like it’s the most normal thing in the world. Like he hasn’t sent your entire world into a spiral. Like he’s not still one of the hottest people you’ve ever seen in your life.

“So, uh, I don’t wanna assume anything…” he starts and you hold up a hand.

“I’m going to excuse myself in a minute to go to bed. Give it a few minutes and then come to my room,” you say, walking around him without waiting for a response.

When you tell the group that you’re going to turn in for the night, you do your best not to meet anyone’s eyes. You’re not naive enough to think you’re fooling anyone. Not that you even want to. It’s just, well, you want this time to figure out what’s happening. It’s a little hard to do that when you know everyone’s eyes are on the two of you. There’s the tiniest bit of you holding onto the hope that you can pass it off as you being overwhelmed by the kiss at midnight. Like you didn’t just tell him to meet you in your room.

Back in your room, you shrug off your jacket and sit down on the bed. The seconds seem to drag by waiting for him to show up. For a second, you wonder if he’s actually going to show up at all. You stop those thoughts in their tracks. He had a lot to say and he kissed you back. Then, he spent the rest of the night pressed up close to you. He’s going to show up. Before you can spiral further, there’s a knock at the door. You’re halfway to the door when it opens a crack and Seungcheol peeks his head inside.

“Can I come in?” he asks, looking unsure for the first time since before you kissed him.

“I did ask you to come to my room,” you joke.

“I was a little surprised,” he admits.

“Me too,” you agree.

He shuts the door behind him, allowing you to really look at him for the first time all weekend. To take in his appearance, as he removes his jacket, without any other eyes on your. Or anyone analyzing the interaction. To just appreciate the man you fell in love with. His hair is a little shaggy and blond, a color you don’t remember seeing on him before. He catches you looking, but instead of a smirk, there’s only a smile. Hopeful and genuine. It’s a little overwhelming to have him in your space. To know you need to talk. To know there’s so much to work through.

Instead, in the only move you can think of, you close the distance, wrapping your arms around his middle. He doesn’t even miss a beat. Just wraps his arms around you, erasing any last bit of space between you. It feels calm, familiar. Like no time has passed. Like you’re not different people now. He kisses the top of your head, so soft you think it might shatter any resolve you have left.

“I’m sorry I kissed you in front of everyone without talking to you,” you mumble into his shirt.

“I’m not,” he quickly reassures you.

“I really fucking want to kiss you again,” you admit, still talking into his shirt rather than looking at him.

“Then,” he starts, moving a hand to tilt your chin up, “what are you waiting for?”

“We probably should talk,” you say.

“You’re right,” he sighs.

Except, do you really want to talk right now? Do you really want to stop yourself from kissing him again? You stopped drinking so your head would be clear enough to make this decision. You’re just a little sick of overthinking everything this weekend. Sensing the indecision, Seungcheol presses a feather light kiss to your lips. Enough to make the decision, while also being light enough that you could easily pull away.

You do, just for a second. “Fuck it, let’s talk tomorrow.”

Your lips crash back against Seungcheol’s, hungry and desperate, arms wrapped around his neck. It makes him tilt down a little so that you can press against him. There’s no hesitation on his end, either. You find yourself wondering if he was always this good at kissing or if he’s gotten better since you broke up. Or maybe it just means more the second time around. When he picks you up, you gasp into the kiss. Wrap your legs around his waist to feel a little steadier. Not that you think he would ever let you fall. It’s easier than you expected to fall back into this kind of trust with him.

It’s like you both want to go fast, yet also take your time. Seungcheol deposits you on the bed, then takes his time removing your shoes. Toes his off a little more quickly. You go to remove some of your layers, only to have his hands stop you. He’s so slow, removing the sheer top with painstaking care. Kissing along your skin as he exposes it. The amount of attention makes you squirm. You’re prepared for something quick and dirty. Something more like a one-night stand. You’re not prepared for him to worship your body as he exposes more of your skin. Part of you feels really exposed, because he’s still fully dressed, as he carefully unhooks your bra. The way he looks at you, like you’re the only person in the world he’s ever wanted, makes your heart ache. Makes you second guess if this is right.

“We can stop. We don’t have to do this,” he whispers into your skin.

You grab his face so that you can look him in the eyes. There’s something in you that just needs to gauge him for a minute. Needs to really know what decision you’re making. There’s so much love there, so many unspoken words, so much sincerity. Maybe you’re not over him at all. Maybe he meant everything he said.

“No, I want this. Want you,” you assure him.

His eyes sparkle a little. There’s no time to dwell on it, though. His mouth is on your skin again. Kissing the spot on your neck that he knows drives you crazy. Kissing the beauty mark on your shoulder. Kissing across your collarbone. When he works his way down to your nipples, he’s not being so soft anymore. He pinches one between his fingers without warning.

“Fuck, Cheol,” you hiss.

“Too much?” he asks. You don’t need to look at him to know he’s smirking, but you do anyway. That knowing smirk sends desire coursing through you.

“You’re such a little shit,” you whine.

He pinches the same nipple again. Watches you as he flicks his tongue over the other. Actually smiles when you arch into his mouth. “You don’t seem to mind it.”

You wind your hand into his hair in response, pull a little harder than normal. He groans against your breast, sending a little vibration into your skin. “You don’t seem to mind a little pain, either.”

There’s no answer. Not that you need it. One of his hands moves down your body, mouth still focusing on your chest, until he gets to your thigh. Your skirt is bunching up around hips from squirming on the bed. “How much do you like these tights?”

You look down at the sparkly tights you bought just for the party. That you’ll probably never wear again. “I mean, they’ve got sparkles. Wasn’t planning to wear them again.”

“Good,” he says.

You’re expecting him to rip them on the spot. Instead, he returns his mouth to yours, kissing you hard, and lets a finger run over your entrance, through both tights and underwear. It’s not enough. There’s entirely too much fabric in the way. He’s teasing you, he has to be. There’s no other reason that explains this kind of torture.

“Jesus, Cheol, please,” you beg.

“What are you trying to do to me?” he groans. Seems like he still likes it when you beg for something.

In either case, he carefully rips a hole in your tights, too focused on you to figure out pulling them down. Seemingly in one motion, your underwear is pushed to the side and he’s got a finger running up your entrance. Feeling that you’re turned on from the way he’s been kissing all over your body. Thankfully, you don’t have to beg again. At least, not yet. He presses his fingers at your mouth and you suck them in eagerly. Swirl your tongue around them. He almost looks reluctant when he withdraws them to press one inside your cunt.

“Fuck, you’re so wet for me,” he groans.

“Forgot how good your fingers felt,” you answer, squirming underneath him.

“Bet I could make you come just on my fingers,” he says as he adds a second one.

“Fuck,” you draw out. He’s not being gentle with you anymore. “Then you don’t get to taste me. And we both know how much you love that.”

He leans in closer, you’re assuming to kiss you. Instead, his lips find your ear. “Who says I can’t do both?”

You bite down on your fist to keep from screaming out when he thrusts faster. Try your best to hold on when his thumb brushes over your clit. All you want is to prove him wrong. Prove that you can hold on and that you’re not putty in his hands. Except, your body remembers. It remembers just how good he makes you feel. Remembers how well he knows what makes you crazy. Nobody has ever known your body like him. And it’s a little annoying. With his fingers inside you, it’s easy to realize that nobody feels as good as him. You could never get yourself off like he could.

It’s an embarrassingly short time before you’re coming on his fingers, fighting not to scream out. Trying anything you can not to make it more obvious just why you decided it was time to head to bed. Seungcheol guides you through the high as you fall back into the bed, sinking deeper into the mattress. After a moment, you prop yourself up to watch him remove his shirt. You’re no longer the only one that’s overexposed. Then again, you don’t feel exposed being half naked around him. It only feels comfortable. Once he removes his shirt, he moves back to your body. Actually takes the time to remove your tights and underwear now. His breath ghosts across your cunt. That action alone is enough to send a little shiver through your body. You’re definitely sensitive.

Seungcheol positions himself between your legs and looks up when you suck in a breath. “Are you okay, sweetheart?”

He’s so pretty like this. You’ve always thought that. Pushing his hair out of his eyes and looking up at you from underneath his lashes like he’s never seen anyone more beautiful in his life. So caring. The little bit of caution you get from him in the middle of him ruining you. You clear your throat to remember he asked you a question. “Yes, Cheol. With you, always.”

It’s immediately more honest than either of you are expecting. Instead of breaking the moment, though, it seems to spur him on. The kind smile dissipates into something much more confident. He spreads you open and looks up for a last time before his tongue licks a strip up your entrance. It doesn’t matter how long it’s been since the last time he was between your legs, your entire body remembers. It’s like muscle memory. The way your back arches. The way your hand knots in his hair. The way the praises fall from your lips. You’re sensitive. So fucking sensitive. And he knows. It’s always been one of his favorite things with you. Pushing you to the edge and then over again.

“God, I forgot how fucking good you taste,” he says when he takes a breath.

“Well maybe, fuckkkk,” you start before cutting out.

For once, he’s not a demon. He doesn’t ask what you were about to stay. Just keeps alternating between fucking his tongue into you and sucking your clit into his mouth. It’s too much and not enough all at once. Your entire body feels like it’s on fire. When his nose bumps against your clit as he’s buried deep in your pussy, you lose it again. Come all over his tongue and his face. Come harder than you remember coming in a really long time. If he notices, he doesn’t say anything.

By the time the last shock works through your body, he’s laying next to you on the bed. You can’t help it. You have to lean over and kiss him. Want to taste yourself on his lips. It’s almost like you need that to know this is all real. That it’s all happening and it’s not just some weird, horny dream. (It’s not like that would be a first, either. You’ll never admit it, but you’ve thought a lot about him since you broke up. Especially when you were horny and needed a release. That’s your business, though.)

“Fuck, Cheol,” you utter when you pull away from the kiss.

“I’ve missed hearing my name on your lips,” he admits. “Specially when you call me Cheol.”

“I’ve missed saying it,” you share, equally honest.

You’re a little weak already. It’s hard to imagine what tomorrow is going to be like. But, you move down the bed anyway. Seungcheol tracks you with his eyes as you position to undo his pants. He moves his hips up to help you pull both his pants and briefs down. His stare as you pull your skirt down and discard it at the side of the bed is almost possessive. It sends something through your body.

It’s your turn to remind him that he’s not the only one who remembers. You also remember just what drives him crazy and just how to get him going. You remember every place he likes to be kissed. So, you start there. Run your lips along every part of his body, like you’re committing him to memory again. As if you could ever forget anything about him. You delight in the sounds you pull from him just with your kisses. Maybe he knows, though, that you’re working your way down.

“So hard just from getting me off,” you comment.

“Because I know that nobody can make you come like I can and it’s fucking hot,” he answers.

It’s the same answer he’s always given and something about the familiarity makes you bolder. Even though you know there’s a conversation for tomorrow, it feels like the easiest thing you’ve ever done. You take his dick in your hand, run a finger over the tip and feel a little bit of the precum there. When you lick a stripe up the underside of his shaft, he shudders. Closes his eyes for a second before they snap back open to watch you. He’s always been like this. Always wanting to watch. This time is no different as you slowly take him into your mouth. You know he wants to fuck into your face, know you’d let him. But, you’re thankful he doesn’t. Even if you remember, he’s still big and thick inside your mouth. You need the time to get used to him. Once you do, though, you start to bob. Slowly, at first, before you let him take control. Relax your throat and let him find purchase in your hair. Encourage him to jerk his hips up as you keep your eyes on him as much as possible. You know how much it drives him crazy, even as the tears form and you gag a little

“Fuck,” Seungcheol utters.

He pulls you off his cock and up to his face so that he can kiss you. This is your favorite version of him. When he’s needy and desperate and completely putty in your hands. Like he can’t possibly imagine being anywhere that you aren’t. It’s when you know that you’re not crazy, that he’s just as far gone for you as you are for him.

“I really need to fuck you,” he says. His lips are swollen from kissing you and his pupils are completely blown. “Fuck, I don’t have a condom on me.”

“It’s fine, I’m still on the pill and I haven’t been with anyone since you,” you say.

That seems to catch him off guard. “You haven’t?”

“No,” you answer.

“I haven’t either,” he admits.

“Then, we’re fine. I trust you,” you tell him.

“Thank god, I really miss being inside you,” he breathes out.

“Think you just miss me,” you grumble as you reposition to straddle his lap.

“You and that smartass mouth of yours,” he retorts.

“I’m about to ride you, Seungcheol, and you just fucked my smartass mouth. So, maybe, pipe down,” you warn him.

This has always been your dynamic, swapping back and forth for who’s in control. As much as he says he likes control, you know he likes giving it up to you just as much. You know that he hasn’t ever let anyone else be in control apart from you. He looks up at you as you position yourself over him. There was a time when you hated this position. Felt really self conscious about how you must look from this angle. The second you admitted it to him, he was quick with his praise. Assuring you that you’re beautiful to him and there’s nothing to worry about.

He stops you before you lower yourself onto him. Puts his fingers in your mouth again and you obey without a second thought. Then, he runs his fingers along your entrance. Slides a finger in before quickly adding a second. It’s an awkward angle, but you get what he’s trying to do. Appreciate that he wants to make sure you’re at least a little prepped. When he pulls his fingers out, you’re only a little embarrassed at the moan that slips through your lips. If you completely ignore the smirk that he throws your way, well, who can blame you? The smirk is gone a second later when you finally lower yourself onto him.

“Fuck, you’re so tight,” he groans.

You know him so well. You know his instinct is to buck his hips up into you. You know it’s hard for him to let you adjust. But, you also know that he wants to be gentle, even if it’s just for a moment.

“I forgot how good you felt, jesus fuck,” you moan out.

“Please, I need to feel you move,” he begs. It’s nice, when he’s the one to beg for something.

And who are you to deny him anything he asks for when he sounds so pretty asking? You do move, entirely too slowly. You need to find your rhythm, though. Need to find some place to anchor your hands. They settle on his chest, at first, and you actually can’t believe how much muscle he has there. He’s always liked to work out. Always wanted to be in shape. This is even more than that. You’re still appreciating the way his chest feels when he grabs one of your hands. Without a word, he moves it to his neck.

“Are you sure?” you ask.

He nods. It’s been awhile since you choked him, even lightly, but it turns you on. It’s easy to see that it turns him on, too. As you apply a little bit of pressure, his fingers dig into the soft flesh of your hips. You do everything that you can to pick up the pace. To move faster on top of him. It doesn’t take very long until he’s planting his feet so that he can set the pace. He takes over the rhythm and it gets a lot harder. Bodies slapping together with each movement.

“Fuck, Cheol,” you say, trying not to scream.

You move your hand from his neck so that you have a better grip. He’s moving too fast for you to feel comfortable that you won’t press too hard into his neck. It’s insane, you know that it’s insane, but you already feel like you’re getting close again. You start to clench around Seungcheol, making the stretch feel that much more intense.

“Fuck, baby, I’m gonna come if you do that,” he groans.

“Then do it,” you force out. “Wanna feel it inside me.”

“Jesus,” he groans.

Everything happens so fast. You can feel him everywhere and your body is on fire. He’s still fucking hard into you, but he’s also rubbing your clit. Helping you get there with him. Somehow, he doesn’t seem to realize you’re already on the verge of your third orgasm. Oversensitive and overstimulated. Your body starts to shake and it’s hard to keep yourself upright on top of him.

“Fuck, Cheol, I’m coming,” you hiss out.

“I’m about to come too, fuck,” he answers.

His thrusts get a lot more erratic and you feel him let loose inside you. You feel the way he moves to try and support you even while he’s working through his own release. When he stills, you collapse forward onto his chest. Breaths shallow and heavy. Your whole body’s exhausted, yet so happy at the same time. Carefully, you pull yourself off him. You’re sure a little bit of cum slides out with the loss of his cock inside you. Not that you care.

It’s several minutes of silence. Seungcheol lays on his back and you’re on your side next to him. It might be a mark of how much he really did miss you that he doesn’t flinch when you start tracing patterns onto his stomach. It’s not like you just stop being ticklish. Eventually, you realize you need to get up. The last thing you want is to go to bed crusty.

“Come on, I got lucky and I have an attached bathroom,” you say when you get up off the bed. You reach a hand to him and smile when he takes it without question.

It’s quiet again as you help clean each other up. A comfortable kind of quiet. The way it used to be. This is another favorite of yours with him. Aftercare has always been his thing. No matter how rough he is with you in bed, he’s impossibly gentle when he cleans you up. It makes your heart ache a little because you’re so fond. It’s a weird mix of feelings.

“We should sleep in my room tonight,” he says.

“We’re already here,” you point out.

“With sheets that are probably soaked,” he teases back.

“What are the chances we can get to your room without being seen?” you wonder.

He shrugs. “It’s late. Probably better than the chances nobody heard us.”

Your cheeks flush a little. Sure, you definitely tried to be quiet. You’ll have to wait until the morning to see if you succeeded.

“Come on, my room has a door to the outside,” he says.

So, you follow. You put your layers back on and grab something to sleep in. And you don’t actually see anyone before you’re safely tucked away in his room. That night, falling asleep tangled up in Seungcheol, is the best night of sleep you’ve gotten in a long time.

Morning comes and brings with it the need for an actual conversation. As you stretch in bed, you appreciate the soreness in your body with a smile. Anything you’re feeling now is surely worth it. That is, until you realize you’re in bed alone. Dread creeps in. Could last night really have meant something different to Seungcheol than it did to you? Did you just make a massive mistake? You’re starting to wonder if you’re only going to break your own heart this time, with nobody else to blame, when the bedroom door opens. Seungcheol steps inside with a thermos and a bag that looks like it might have some of the pastries Wonwoo brought back from the store yesterday.

“You’re awake,” he says with a smile. He sets down the thermos and removes his jacket to hang it up.

“I was worried you’d left,” you admit when he finishes taking off his shoes and sits next to you. His face looks hurt for a second before it settles.

“No, I just went to get coffee and figure out what we were walking into before you got up,” he says.

“And?” you prompt.

He pulls out a pastry and hands it over. “Nayeon asked where I slept last night and if I knew where you were. I don’t think she heard anything, but who knows with her? Wonwoo wasn’t in the main area, so I don’t know. They said they all knew I was following you, though.”

“Guess we can’t really avoid it,” you joke.

You’re expecting him to smile, too. Instead, his face is serious. “Do you want to? Avoid it, I mean.”

It makes you serious. Maybe a little too honest. “I don’t want to get hurt again.”

“I don’t expect you to believe me, not right away, but I will spend the rest of my life making it up to you,” he says and takes your hands in his. “If you give me another chance, I’m never letting you walk away from me again. I’ll prove that I’m worth everything you give me.”

“You’ve always been worth it, Cheol,” you tell him.

“I realize that now,” he agrees. “I also realize it’s up to you to know what you deserve and what you want. That wasn’t ever my decision to make and I’m really sorry for doing that to you.”

“It hurt, for sure, but not having you around hurts so much worse,” you admit. It’s hard to meet his eyes, even though you know you’re safe.

“It hurts so fucking bad. I hate it. Last year was the worst year of my life,” he says.

“You got a massive promotion, though! Wonwoo told me,” you say.

“This is going to sound so cheesy, but I’m done caring. That promotion didn’t mean shit without you being there to share it with,” he shares with you.

“I guess we’ll have to celebrate it this year,” you say.

His face lights up. “Really?”

“I want to give us another chance. I don’t think either of us are over it,” you acknowledge. “Last night aside, I want to take it slow. I want to take our time instead of rushing in like we did the first time around. I want to get it right this time.”

He nods immediately. “We can go as slow as you want. I mean it. I’m not letting you go again.”

“Good, because I don’t think we should wait to see if the third time’s the charm,” you joke.

“I’m glad I came this year,” he says as he grabs the thermos.

“Me too,” you agree.

It’s funny, you think, how someone can feel so familiar and yet so new at the same time. Seungcheol feels like home, like your favorite sweater, or like curling up with a book by the fire in winter. But, he feels entirely new, too. Like maybe you both changed over the past year. Maybe you both grew into the people you needed to be to love each other better. To love each other right. Later, you’ll have to break the bubble and face your friends. Right now, though, you can just appreciate that this silly little cabin trip brought you peace.

this was a lot of fun to write and i hope you liked it 💕

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elysianightsss · 9 months ago

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Another sweet sweet price thot💋

Okay but let’s talk about Mountain man Price. He retired a few years ago and decided he much prefers the solitude of the beautiful mountains, with the tips of them all covered in snow. He likes the quiet, knowing he won’t run into anyone here. No one from the little town at the bottom of the mountains would be brave enough to hike the mountain trail.

He remembers the day he built his nice log cabin with the help of his trusty lieutenant of course. Simon helped his Captain one last time, before parting ways. Price wanted to be alone, after everything he’d experienced in the military, he wanted it to be just himself and the weather to keep him company.

He’d have the survival skills no doubt about it, but the more time he spent up there the more his social skills began to fade away. He’d have to come down every six months or so to restock his food, he make his trip down the hike trail to the little town at the bottom of the mountains and through the woods.

But the shop workers weren’t his biggest fans. He’d practically clear them out of their stock, the poor little local shop. They didn’t like his attitude either, found him strange and unapproachable. Though that’s exactly what John was going for. The less people that spoke to him, the better.

Until he met you of course.

It was only your second week at your new job, you’d just moved to the little town around a month ago and this was the only job available after some woman called Darlene went of maternity leave.

My gosh the way you’d be so nice to him having no idea the stigma that surrounded him and how suprised he’d be at the kindness you showed him. He’d actually look forward to coming down to the town.

He’d come more often as well, saying he’d ran out of supplies and yet he’d only buy a bag of fruit or some meat. Then he’d start to tidy up his appearance too, trim his over grown beard and moustache back to its former glory. The blush that would spread across your cheeks the first time you see him like that.

Hair trimmed too, you’d be able to see his perfect lips and crooked smile. It provoked a feeling in you that you’d long forgotten. Slowly but surely he’d start trying to flirt. Trying. Though you found it endearing how bad he was at it. Finally though he’d succeeded asking you out on a date and fuck the moment he’d turn up in his dark blue jeans, black shirt and dark brown leather jacket and boots. You swooned.

He had the charm turned on, especially after his phone call with his ex team. They could all hear how nervous their former captain was for this date. It made them very intrigued to meet you one day.

John didn’t miss a beat, almost as if he’d laid this date out like a mission. Going step by step to win your heart. He made you laugh so hard your stomach hurt, made you smile until your cheeks ached. Ordered the food and drinks impressively, no umming or stuttering.

He gave you butterflies when he reached over the table to grab your hand in his larger one. The skin was rough and calloused, but it felt amazing against your hand. He loved how soft your skin felt against his. He traced around the palm of your hand with his thick index finger, those gorgeous ocean eyes gazing into your soul.

After dinner, John took you to a local bar that you were pleasantly surprised with. A few drinks later you tipsily confessed how handsome you thought he was. The longer the evening went on, the more longing looks and teasing touches were shared.

The evening ended with the two of you slow dancing until last call. The way your bodies pressed together, the intimacy and warmth. The way he’d always make eye contact, almost as if he was trying to read you. The way he held you so tender yet tight, his large hands on your body. It all just felt so right.

John walked you home, looking so sad when it was time to part ways. “Please, let’s do this again sweetheart.” When your manager Billy had called you that, it made you feel sick. Had the hairs on the back of your neck standing up, disgust shivering down your body. But when John said it, damn. Your body shivered in delight, the deep mumble entangled with that delicious accent of his made you gulp back a lump in your throat. You swear your underwear was a little wet too.

You nodded leaning forward to kiss his cheek goodnight, John was quick to take your cheeks into his hands and press his wanting lips against yours. He was hungry and almost vicious when he kissed you, it made you wonder what kind of lover he was like as he pressed you against your front door and kissed you like he’d never get the chance again.

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kyri45 · 2 months ago

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✨ShadowPeach Bio Parents Bio AU Q&A! 23/10✨

I'm LIVE on my TWITCH page drawing Spicynoodle! Come and say hi!

Welcome to the Q&A! A space where I can answer related or similar question about the Shadowpeach Bio Parents AU! If you submitted your ask anonimously, then you’ll have to check the whole post if it’s answered here, if it’s not, worry not! Your asks might have been used for a future comic or just in the queue~

Anonimo ha chiesto: Ok so your Bio parent AU (loving it so much by the way) takes place after season 5 right? I thought it would be cool if you touched on Monkey Kings issues with Mk using the circuit on him. I eat that stuff up. if its already going in a different direction then that's ok, just a suggestion.

Aww in the end I don't think I can fit this in the story. It's absolutely an amazing idea, and I had thought of adding it for so long, but in the end the final part of the story will go differently.

Anonimo ha chiesto: How do Wukong and Macaque react that they have two grandchildren?? (Kai and Nya)

Will probably die of emotions. The fact that that's both their son's son/daughter, and that's their nephew/niece. It would blow them away. I'll never have children, but they completely change your prespective.

@shadowpeachera ha chiesto: AGHHHHHH XIAOTIANS WEAPON IS SOOO COOOOLLL AND THE WAY YOUR SHOWED HIM MAKING IT AGHHHHHH SO GOOD HOW LONG DID IT TAKE YOU TO COME UP WITH THE DESIGN? THE COLOURS? THE EVERYTHING UGHH I LOVE EVERYTHING ABOUT THIS COMIC AGHHH

I think I did a couple of sketches before the final design, but I went on pinterest quite a lot before to see some variations of magical staff

@beanspassin ha chiesto: Do you think Macaque and Wukong will ever find out about each other secretly checking the other out? Cause let’s face it, Wukong will get a MASSIVE ego boost when he finds out Macaque was staring at him. 🤭

I think Macaque can HEAR when Wukong is checking him out. Wukong probably would negate the fact that he's checking him out, bc my boy is just a mess of emotion

@tessthe-cheesecake ha chiesto: Hello! I just wanted to say I really love your Shadowpeach Bio Parent AU I just have two questions, one: how is MK handling four ears? I assume he doesn't like crowded places (if yes then me too bud me too) ok second question would MK ever go back to being Wukong's successor but in his own way instead? :)

I think MK doesn't want to be a successor bc he doesn't want to be the next Monkey King, but he still wants to be the Monkie Kid. Also, I think he might be starting to feel himself a little more like an heir then a successor

@minli-daughter-of-wukong ha chiesto: So, would you have changed MK’s weapon if you thought a staff wasn’t really his style anymore? Also how did you come up with the idea for the sunset staff and can you give tips on how to find the right kind of weapon you’d choose for a character? So this is so long lol

I aint real good with weapon/characters. This was my first time matching a weapon to a character to be honest. I wanted to create something that was similar to both Wukong's and Macaque's staff, but at the same time being something new. With a new color palette that could represent the kind of hero MK wants to be

@cavern-of-shenanigans ha chiesto: Ok ok ok this is kind of silly but MKs new staff kind of reminds me of a twirling baton So combined with Macaques showmanship and the scarf bit MK tied on, they could play around with it and do a joint shadow play/ribbon dance performance! Maybe add him into the hero warrior story? Nice mother son bonding activity because its cute

HA! true! they are performance duo!

@ashmeertheimp ha chiesto: Hi love your fan art, story,and art style! What if piggsy and Tang went on a long trip and lives in flower fruit Mountain

I don't think freenoodle could survive living so close to shadowpeach

@italian-wizarding-world ha chiesto: Duuude i love, Love, LOVE!!! your art, and your Mk, Wu and Mama it's just too sweet, just two question: 1 Why sunset and not dawn? is it because usually sunset are more impresive? or maybe the staff has two "forms" depending on him using more his shadow powers and if so can he change between them? 2 We need red son reaction to Mk essentially magical girl transformation even if it's just a sparkling staff, because i think it would be epic/hilarious. We need more moment about them and Mei lookin at how dumb both are

I liked sunset because in a way MK started more with Sun powers and he is now discovering more his Macaque side of powers, so he's approaching a little bit the shadows (so his journey was from day to slowly twilight)

Anonimo ha chiesto: Have you ever thought about drawing an adult MK? I love your drawing style, and I wanted to see what an adult MK would look like, as well as Mei and Red Son. Você já pensou em desenhar um MK adulto? Eu amo seu estilo de desenho, e eu queria ver como seria um MK adulto, assim como Mei e Red Son.(I'm Brazilian by the way and I love reading your Au)

Maybe in the future....?

Anonimo ha chiesto: I REALLY REALLY REALLY LOVE NO ..I ADORE YOUR DRAWINGS MAN!!!❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️ EVERY DAY I REREAD THE WHOLE LMK COMICS OF YOURS..!!!!!!❤️❤️ And hey l have a quition!!! What if mk interrupted wukong while his meditation and like wukong thinks he's in the past what is he gonna do when he see mac!?🌝❤️ Probably we will see a lot of hugs and kisses?🥹

Can you imagine since they are so cuddly even if they aren't together yet again in the AU, that because of this Macaque for a good moment DOESN'T notice the difference?

Anonimo ha chiesto: Can we get a character sheet for chiyou?

nope sorry, but he will come back no worry

Anonimo ha chiesto: Who else wants to see Pigsy and Tang show Monkey King and Macaque pictures of MK growing up?

Aww I think Wukong and Macaque would die from cuteness but at the same time feel a great remorse that they weren't there for their child when he was little. They are glad freenoodle was with them, but still, It's a big chunk of his life that they missed.

@itz-izzyart ha chiesto: So with the noise canceling headphones, does mk wear them so he (hopefully) doesn’t start hearing the past again or is it just something he wears to help him sleep at night?

Both. It helps him muffle the noise.

Anonimo ha chiesto: Would Wukong get ptsd if MK somehow got a circlet himself ?

He would probably loose all his immortalities rather than let MK have a circlet.

@loseranddummy ha chiesto: I have a ≈question≈ is Peng gonna be in your lmk bio parent comic by chance?

mmmm nope, sorry

@oddogoblino ha chiesto: Beeeeeg monke armmssss...meant for hug jail...

yessss..... and cudlleeeeeee...

Anonimo ha chiesto: :D was macaque grooming mk while they were waiting for the weapon to be forged

yup!

Anonimo ha chiesto: HI! Hope you're well and staying hydrated. Would we/could we see more Lilo and Stitch refs for your ShadowPeach bio parents au? I saw the last one and couldn't stop laughing. 😆 Maybe a beach scene or something?

I'll have to see the movie again and I'll see if new idea come in my mind

Anonimo ha chiesto: Have you ever thought about that because Macaque was gone from the living world for so long he doesn't know how use modern technology. Like Wukong's phone will go off when he isn't there and Macaque can't figure out how to get the stupid thing to be quiet

They are both gay boomers, your honor

Anonimo ha chiesto: In your shadowpeach au who is a morning person and who is a night owl Macaque or Wukong?

none of them. Wukong sleeps like 12 hours and Macaque like 5. (but now he's sleeping more thanks to Wukong but still wakes up earlier than Wukong)

#shadowpeach bio parents au #ask box #spicynoodle

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miupow · 26 days ago

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CRAVE。⧼ PROLOGUE ⧽ ─── 투모로우바이투게더

stay away from the woods。

★ pairing。txt ot5 x fem!reader‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎g。⧼ 📖 ⧽ fantasy , romance , comedy , angst , eventual smut ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎cw。descriptions of personal injury and blood ・animal attacks ・mentions of illness and death ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎wc。2. 1 k | to library。

★ includes。。。heeseung from enhypen

notes from lia。finally!! happy thanksgiving everyone, i'm thankful for every single one of my amazing readers!! i hope you enjoy the prologue to my very much anticipated crave series!! look out for the first chapter in the beginning of december!!

all your life, you had been told to never step foot into the woods. that there were monsters lurking just below its dark canopy, hiding just out of sight and patiently waiting to strike. and yet the whistling of the pines has never been this entrancing. the trees taunt you from your safe little cabin, their outstretched branches waving and creaking in the wind as if they were beckoning you closer and closer.

you can see them just as perfectly from the bakery as you can from your bedroom window. they feel inescapable.

the shrill, tinny ringing of a bell snaps your attention away from the open window, your thoughts having consumed you as you laid out fresh loaves of bread to cool in the frosty air. you brush your floury hands off on your apron and turn to welcome your customer, your polite smile growing into a warm grin when you recognize the lanky boy standing by your workbench.

“that’s an awful lot to be doing all on your own.” he comments with a sideways smile, running his fingers through his auburn hair.

“i open the shop by myself every morning, hee.” you reply pointedly, rising to your tip toes to give him a quick hug before brushing past him towards the towering stone oven. ��you know mother can’t work this early anymore.”

“couldn’t you ask one of your siblings to help?”

“they’re too young to use the oven or mill the wheat, they’d be no help at all. it’s not even that much work, really, just baking and cleaning. i don’t want to burden them with all of this on top of everything else.”

nothing has been the same since your father fell ill. the bakery was his and your mother’s, a humble way to support their family and their quaint little village for decades. you were never particularly wealthy, but you had enough to get by. consumption, the village doctor had called it. it was a truly fitting word for the disease that slowly consumed your poor, frail father whole. nothing was left, not even the bones. a mere shadow laid in bed all day, a ghost whose coughs have began to sound like rattling chains. none of the medicines the doctor prescribed ever worked, they only seemed to be making him sicker. he said that there was a hospital in the royal city, but your village was days away by carriage, and you and your mother had nowhere near the means to fund the trip. part of you were certain he wouldn’t survive the journey either way.

your mother now spends her days caring for him, an apothecary’s daughter clinging on to the last shreds of hope that her remedies will ward off the hands of death. you desperately wish you could feel the same, but you’ve already begun grieving… until recently.”

“mother said she’d stop by to help this afternoon.” you assert, leaving no more room for discussion. you can feel his eyes on your back, watching you as you stoke the firewood and slide trays of dough into the oven. “you worry about me too much! i’m not a little girl anymore.”

“i worried about you then and i’ll worry about you now.” heeseung chuckles endearingly, erupting a swarm of butterflies in your belly. “you’ve always been a little too brave.”

his words remind you of your mulling thoughts, pulling your gaze back to the window. “heeseung, have you ever known someone who went into the woods?”

heeseung is quiet for a worryingly long time. “the blackwoods? not anyone who made it back… why?”

your mind is screaming at you to keep your mouth shut, but you just can’t keep it all bottled up inside anymore. you’ve never hidden a single thing from your best friend, except this. “i was reading my mothers books the other day.” you admit softly, unable to look him in the eye. “in one of them it said there is a plant that grows in the blackwoods, a type of flower. it can cure any illness, save people from the brink of death…”

“y/n.” heeseung warns, his face dropping. “you’re not seriously considering going in there, are you?”

you hesitate for a second too long— he cuts you off with a scoff, stepping forward to grip your shoulders with his rough carpenter’s hands. “there’s no way that flower is even real, y/n. don’t be childish. just some fairytale out of one of your mother’s quack medicine books.”

“it was my grandfather’s.” you defend softly, finally looking up into heeseung’s eyes— the coldness you find in them frighten you.

“he was a quack too.” heeseung retorts, releasing your shoulders to turn and swiftly slam the bakery window shut. your loaves shake from the force. “there’s no magical flower that is going to save your father, especially not in the blackwoods. i love you, y/n, seriously, but you can’t keep believing in fairytales— and you wonder why i worry about you so much! promise me, you won’t go in those woods. please. one step inside and you’ll never come out. i can’t afford to lose you— your family can’t afford to lose you.”

“okay.” you relent, just loud enough for heeseung to hear. “you’re right, i was being ignorant. i won’t go into the woods.”

“say you promise.”

“i… i promise…”

standing at the edge of the forest, your cold clammy fingers wrapped tightly around the strap of your satchel, you’re caught frozen in place. you just can’t seem to get your feet to step forward, your psyche screaming at you to turn back and run home. heeseung’s words circle your thoughts, so all-consuming that you swear you can hear them in the howling wind— you haven’t told a lie since you were very young, and never to heeseung of all people. the guilt nags at you to the point of nausea.

but you had made up your mind long before you had spoken to heeseung earlier that morning. he’s a simple woodworker, he doesn’t understand a single thing about the healing magic that hides in nature… but your grandfather did. he wrote those books himself, a man who would risk his life in the pursuit of knowledge, just to help others. you wanted nothing more than to continue his legacy, save your father and prove to your close-minded little village that he was anything but the insane, rambling idiot that they all viewed him as. before and after his death. you’ve been preparing for weeks, reading as much as you can about the dangers of the blackwoods, packing whatever you possibly could think of to help you on the journey. you might have overpacked, to be honest, your weathered leather satchel hanging heavy on your shoulder. if everything went as you planned, you would be back home before anyone would notice that you were gone.

your breath fogs in front of your face, reminding you of the hearth smoke billowing from your cabin’s chimney. you can still see it, just beyond the hill, its straw hatch roof just visible over the tall grass waving in the wind. you could turn back now, put all your things away and fall asleep in the safety of your bedroom. you could forget about all of this and wake up tomorrow morning as if you had never planned anything at all.

you will yourself to move your feet, frozen in your boots like the frost on the leaves, and you enter the ominous pitch-black dark of the blackwoods.

the tree canopy is so thick that the moonlight barely breaches it, everything swathed in darkness as you walk farther and farther away from home. the flickering candle in your lantern does little to illuminate much except what was right in front of you. you focus on what you can see, the dead fallen leaves and frosty underbrush that crunch loudly underneath your feet as you venture deeper. it’s deafening in your ears, the forest eerily silent all around you, not even the distant call of an owl, the scattering of a chipmunk— you’re certain that any creatures hiding in the trees or in the brush knew of your presence.

including the monsters.

in none of the books you read would they ever describe them more than just that; monsters that use the night as camouflage, that kill livestock in their pens and steal children from their beds. any intruder in their own territory will certainly be made short work out of. you’ve always believed that they were nothing but scary stories to keep children well behaved, a tall tale your mother would use to get you to come inside for bed.

distantly, cutting sharply through the silence, you hear the howling of a wolf. it sounded a safe distance away, yet it still sent you jumping. the sudden movement causes your lantern to extinguish, plummeting you into complete and total darkness. your heart dropping, you curse, placing it on the forest floor against a mossy tree before opening the flap of your satchel and rummaging blindly through the contents for your matchbox. you try to steady your breathing, heart rattling against your ribcage, matchbox just beyond your grasp as you struggle in the dark.

you hear the rustling of leaves just to your right. desperately, you tell yourself that you’re just hearing things.

finally, you wrap your fingers around the familiar shape of your matchbox, pulling it out to fumble with its contents before you pick back up your lantern. with a strike of the match against the rough bark of the tree, you’re illuminated once again, carefully lighting the candle before putting out the match with a shake of your hand. triumphantly, you turn to continue to venture farther into the woods, before stopping cold. your breath knocks out of you all at once, leaving you gasping in the cold air.

farther up on the oak tree, carved crudely into the bark, are three sharp claw marks you’re almost certain weren’t there before.

but they had to have been, because there was simply no way that something could have snuck up so close to you without you noticing. these woods were driving you mad, you feared, still trying to steady your breathing as you turn and step forward.

as you continue deeper into the forest, you swear you hear another pair of footsteps following your own. you stop abruptly to catch them, but you hear nothing— another thing you must be imagining… yet you set onward a little faster than before.

maybe it was that wolf you had heard, you entertained as you examine the dark twisted trees. it sounded rather far away, but you couldn’t be one to discount the creature’s speed. maybe it was just watching you to make sure you weren’t a threat, and it would leave you shortly…

a growl, deep and barely audible, rumbles from between the bushes. you break out into a wild sprint, gasping and panting, running deep into the unknown. the creature chases you with frightening speed, no longer trying to hide its footsteps as it weaves through the forest floor. you had no idea where you were or where you were going, but this beast… this was his home. the hunt was on.

low hanging branches scratch and tear at your skin and clothing as you run, blood running down your face, legs and arms— you couldn’t feel the pain, the adrenaline numbing everything except for the terror in your heart. now you were just easier to track, you agonized, but you couldn’t do anything but keep running, dropping your satchel and lantern to lighten your load as much as you could. alas, you barely ran any faster… you were starting to slow down, exhaustion was starting to creep up on you, your chest aching and desperate for breath, your legs screaming in pain as you stumble and stagger through the labyrinth of trees. you couldn’t see a single thing in front of you, completely lost in the darkness, your arms outstretched to feel around as you ran.

the creature was advancing, it’s footsteps thunderous right behind you, its snarls and growls growing closer and closer. in a desperate attempt to escape, you sharply turn to the right to run in a different direction.

just as you move to step forward, your boot wedges itself underneath an exposed tree root, and you are sent tumbling to the mossy ground. you try to break your fall with your hands, but you react far too late— you slam your head against a jagged rock, blinding white light flashing behind your eyelids before your world goes black.

the last thing you feel is pain, and the last thing you see are two bright, bloody red eyes staring at you through the darkness.

#txt x reader #txt fanfic #soobin x reader #soobin fanfic #yeonjun x reader #yeonjun fanfic #beomgyu x reader #beomgyu fanfic #taehyun x reader #taehyun fanfic #hueningkai x reader #hueningkai fanfic

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writingwithfolklore · 23 days ago

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Getting Characters from A to B

Oftentimes a plot requires the characters to get from point A to B. They need to cross the wilderness to get to the next town, or climb to the top of the mountain, or take a boat to the other continent. But long paragraphs of just walking or moving is obviously not that interesting to read, so here are some elements to add to your travelling sections that accomplish the A to B and more.

1. It’s about the characters

If you’ve ever travelled with someone, you know that everything about your dynamic is amplified after spending like 72 straight hours with them. Use this with your characters—every little hidden grudge or flame or annoyance comes out when things get boring or stressful. This is a great time to really delve into character conflicts or even romance subplots, or any other way you’d like to develop the group dynamic. Also, there’s no better place to get the truth out of someone than being trapped in a car or on the road with them for days on end!

On another note, the slower parts of travel also allow for more quiet moments where your character can process what's happened so far. Especially in fast paced stories with lots of conflict, you may opt for a uneventful section of travel where they have time to grieve or plan or otherwise unpack things.

2. Switch up group roles

Travelling tends to carve out the same roles. Usually there is the leader who is driving the group forward and making decisions, the navigator who knows which way to go, the snack/food provider—who may be rationing or even hunting depending on the survival situation--and the one who has a hidden motive that is making them be difficult or drag their heels and provide conflict. These roles are a great way to force a change in dynamic between characters, and can inspire conflict between them.

3. Increase the stakes

A trip isn’t really a trip until something goes wrong. Whether the navigator was reading the map wrong, a bag of rations falls over the cliff side, someone gets injured, or there seems to be some creature stalking them, an increase of stakes raises the tension and creates opportunities for the group to work together or fall apart. For more tips on how to increase stakes, check out my post here:

4. Don’t be afraid to skip past the boring stuff

Once you’ve done what you wanted to do with the trip—broken a friendship, or a leg,, or both—don’t be afraid to skip in time for when they reach their destination. In fact, you’ll likely skip time for several parts of the trip in between interesting scenes between characters or moments where they’re facing against some conflict. We as the readers will assume that they continued on with their travels and just that nothing of note had happened in between.

I hope that helps!

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taeyongdoyoung · 2 months ago

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bear or man?

summary: you follow your secretive roommate deep into the forest and what you discover surprises you... pairing: werebear/bear shifter!haechan x reader genre: smut, fantasy, best friends to lovers warnings: y/n stalking (?) haechan, meeting a bear (?) in the forest, reader is lowkey a bimbo lol, running, licking, mentions of pee, cuddling a bear (don't try this at home), supernatural elements, fuzzy memories, fear of accidentally killing someone, confessions, kissing, hugging, squeezing face (is that a thing?), eating out, strength kink, size kink, unprotected sex in the woods (stay safe yall), dumbification, creampie author's note: this fic is inspired by the infamous "bear or man?" social media debate and i took some creative liberty to choose the best of both worlds aka THE haechan, duh word count: 2.5k

You have the best roommate ever. True, Haechan doesn't do much, mostly keeping to himself. When he's not working, he's sleeping all day in his room and probably gaming all night long. But what makes you like Haechan so much is that he's not invading your personal space. He's super funny and sweet to you. Whenever he goes shopping, Haechan always makes sure to buy you your favourite snacks, even without you asking for them. He sometimes gets you random gifts like cute pens he finds or little flowers every once in a while. In conclusion, the perfect roommate.

Haechan does have one flaw, however. Once a month, he goes missing. Once a month and it always coincides with the full moon. Now, he cannot possibly be a werewolf, because you, as any sane person, know that those things don't exist. But your curiosity is so strong that one night, you decide to follow him. You are aware that what you're doing is very wrong, especially considering that he's always been respectful towards your privacy. But at the end of the day, you're just a 🎀girl🎀. You can't possibly imagine sleeping another night without cracking his secret.

If it were you and you had a huge secret, you would totally tell him. After all, Haechan's not just your roommate's he's also your bestie. So, you need to know. At least, that's how you excuse your actions as you go deeper and deeper into the forest. What the hell? This is really suspicious...You swear you have your eyes on him when all of a sudden, he disappears. Eh? He was right here...You walk even further but Haechan is nowhere to be seen. Okay, you should probably head back home now.

And then, you see it. A giant brown bear staring at you. Fuck, fuck, FUCK!!! Alright, you try to stay calm and remember all the tips on surviving a bear encounter you read one time on the Internet out of sheer curiosity. Um, the first thing was probably not to run, as bears are incredibly fast. Yeah, no, fuck that. You start running but you don't make it far before the bear catches up with you. You trip and fall on the ground, already accepting the fact that you are probably going to die tonight. Okay, erm, what other advice did the Internet tell you?

You manage to get up and identify yourself as a human, slowly waving your arms and trying to speak calmly.

"Um, please don't eat me, bear," you murmur. "I'm not delicious, I promise."

At the mention of the word delicious, the bear quickly runs towards you. Your knees give out in sheer horror and you fall on your back. The bear stands nearly on top of you, sniffing in...curiosity? Hunger? God, you really hope the bear has eaten something already. You wonder if you have food in your bag. Will that make the bear angrier or calmer? Ughh, you don't remember the tips anymore. You feel so stupid and close your eyes, not bearing (pun-intended) the thought of staring death in its face.

Then, you feel something moist and slippery all over your face. Fuckk, is the bear licking you? Great, at least bears do foreplay before eating their victims. So much fun. Time passes and you are in disbelief your head hasn't been torn off its shoulders by now. You are also in disbelief that you still haven't passed out or pissed yourself or something even more embarrassing...You sneak a quick glance at the bear and it's still there, licking your face and looking at you.

God, you can't take this any longer. You try to move a little and to your immense shock, the bear gives you the space needed to get up. You do as you planned. Okay, so running doesn't help. But neither does staying in one place. What are you supposed to do? The bear seems to sense your uncertainty and stands on two feet. Does that mean it's curious or trying to intimidate you? You honestly have no idea. Then, the bear extends its front arms as if offering a hug. If it weren't for this dangerous situation, you would have totally found it cute.

Well, to be honest, it is kinda cute. Damnit, what is wrong with you? You figure that if you are meant to die tonight, then you might as well go out with a bang, right? You rush into the bear's arms, immediately being enveloped by a warm hug. Fuck, it is so soft and cozy! You feel like a total idiot but the fact it hasn't eaten you yet gives you some shred of hope.

Soon, the bear tires of standing on two feet and releases you from its tight grip. Aww, is it over already? You curse yourself for even thinking it. The bear lies down on the muddy ground and using its paw and claws, makes you lie down next to it. Eh?!?! You do as it suggests, making peace with your fate. Then, the bear once again hugs you strongly and soon after, it falls asleep!

Yep, running away is definitely out of the question. It didn't eat you but it didn't let you escape, either. What the actual hell is going on? As you rack your brain for answers, you feel exhaustion coming over you, and eventually, sleep visits you, too.

You wake up to the light of sunrays. In the middle of the forest. Recalling the shocking events of last night, you are immediately stunned upon realizing the bear is nowhere to be seen. Instead, next to you is the naked sleeping figure of your best friend, your roommate...Haechan! What is he even doing here?

You quickly take off your jacket and put it on him, because he looks terribly cold. Why is he naked? Is he an exhibitionist? Was that his big secret? You shake his arm roughly, waking him up.

"Mmn, Y/N? What are you doing here?" he murmurs sleepily.

"What are you doing here and why the fuck are you naked?"

"You wouldn't believe me even if I told you," Haechan whispers.

"Oh, yeah? Fucking try me! You won't believe the night I had. First, I followed you, because you always disappear during a full moon and I was incredibly curious. I know it was wrong but I really couldn't resist the temptation. Then, as I was following you into the forest, you suddenly vanished. And I ran into this huge bear, at first I ran a bit, but the bear was faster and caught up with me. And then I thought I was going to die but the bear didn't eat me, instead it just licked my face and cuddled me! Finally, the bear fell asleep and at some point so did I. So, whatever you wanna tell me, it can't be crazier than THAT," you exhale deeply, as you finish recounting your story.

"I am that bear," Haechan confesses. Okay, now THAT is crazier. "Well, technically I'm a bear shifter or a werebear, I'm not really familiar with the appropriate terminology, but uhm, yeah."

"Is that why you didn't attack me? Because you knew subconsciously it was...well, me," you try to find a logical explanation to this very bizarre situation.

"Honestly, my memories of last night are hazy," Haechan explains. "This happens every month. Whenever I transform into a bear, I have no recollection of what I do. I just know the transformation happened, as usual."

"If you don't have your memories, then, how do you know you didn't accidentally harm or...kill someone?" you mumble nervously. "Not that I believe you're capable of it. Just asking out of concern for your sanity."

"I keep track of all the news happening in our town. And there haven't been any bear attacks."

"But what if there is a bear attack one day? How will you know whether it was an actual bear or...you?" you begin to panic, just thinking of the possibility.

"Trust me, I'll know. There haven't been any bears in our town, period. Just me," Haechan says and the way he says it, God...He really is one of a kind.

"Oh. That's good, I suppose. But, just in case...would it be okay if I stick by your side every full moon from now on? Make sure you don't hurt anyone or...well, yourself."

"I can't ask that of you," Haechan shakes his head.

"You're not asking, I'm offering," you shrug calmly. "Seriously, Hyuck, if you accidentally kill someone while you're in your bear form, I'd probably forgive you and try to hide the body..."

"You're crazy," Haechan chuckles, somewhat amused by your words. "I wouldn't forgive myself. I'd just...turn myself in."

You nod and while the thought of your best friend in prison terrifies you, you are determined to not let it happen.

"Guess it's a good thing I'll be around to make sure you never kill anyone," you grin and rush to give him a hug, completely forgetting he's half-naked. Uhhh...You feel something unusual. "S-sorry."

You take a step back hesitantly, giving him some space.

"I should probably run to the store to get you some pants."

"It's fine," Haechan replies. "You already saw me in my bear form, I don't think seeing me naked is that embarrassing."

"Fair point," you giggle and try your best to focus on his beautiful soft brown eyes.

"I'll understand it if you wanna move out..." Haechan says out of nowhere.

"What? I don't wanna move out. You're everything to me. Being a bear shifter changes nothing about how I feel. Haechan, I trust you. After last night, even more than I already did, but...Um, yes, just remember that I trust you and I love you."

Haechan blinks in surprise, not saying anything for a while. Realizing what you just blurted out, you press a hand against your mouth. As if you could take it back. Scratch that, you don't want to take it back. It was the truth.

"Sorry, I probably shouldn't have said that right now," you sigh. "But, it still stands."

"I love you, too," Haechan replies gently.

"You...you don't have to feel forced to say it back!" you insist.

"I don't feel forced," Haechan takes a step forward. "I just thought you should know. The reason why I didn't tell you about being a bear shifter is that I was afraid you'd view me differently. But knowing you don't think I'm disgusting or something...it makes me wanna say it even more."

"Oh, Hyuck," you sigh wistfully and cannot take it any longer, crashing your lips into his in a passionate kiss. "There's nothing disgusting about you. You're perfect and so amazing," you manage to say in-between kisses.

"Yeah?" he smirks sinisterly. "You're even more amazing for not peeing your pants last night..."

"Hey, I thought you didn't remember anything!" you call him out.

"It's slowly coming back to me," Haechan confesses. "Care to remind me what else we did?"

"Hmm, maybe this?" you grab his wrist and this time you're the one pulling him to lie down on the muddy ground next to you. "And then, this?" you wrap your arms around him in another sweet hug.

Haechan gets rid of the jacket you gave him, remaining fully naked once again. You want to look away but he seems to have another idea in mind. He squishes your cheeks with one hand, sending goosebumps down your spine.

"Wanna try something different?"

"Sure, anything," you say dumbly, trusting him more than you probably should.

"I didn't get to eat you last night. But I will now," Haechan smirks cruelly and wastes no time in getting rid of your comfy jeans. Oh. Fucking hell...He tears your panties apart carelessly and dives right in, truly devouring your pussy in every sense of the word. You don't think you've ever been so wet in your entire life. But honestly, even if he did literally eat you, you'd probably be happy to die by his hands. Or his mouth. Shit, your brain doesn't work anymore. As Haechan drinks from your juices, you think that this is probably the only man you'd let do something so crazy. And with the vivid memories of last night, you truly can't imagine trusting someone else so completely. Before you realize, you're falling apart against his tongue. He holds you down with his strong arms as you are thrashing and begging for him. You don't know what you're begging for. But he seems to know you better. Because he gives you just what you need, exactly how you need it.

You pull him up towards you and kiss him again and again.

"Fuck, Hyuck, you really wanna kill me, huh?"

"You have no idea," he sighs and buries his head in your shoulder. "I hate to ask this of you but can you run to the store and get me some pants like you offered?"

"What? Right now?" you sigh regretfully. "Weren't we going to...you know?"

"Trust me, honey, there's nothing I'd like more. But, me not having any pants does, unfortunately, include me not having any condoms, either."

"Oh. Fuck that, I don't care. You can fuck me raw, I mean if it's okay with you. No pressure or anything," you blurt out without thinking.

"Are you sure?" Haechan asks in amazement.

"I'll grab a pill after, it's fine. Seriously, I don't mi-" you haven't even finished your sentence when Haechan buries his cock inside of you. Fuck, he's so huge.

"Sorry, sweetheart, I couldn't resist any longer," he grunts, as he fucks into you like a wild animal. Well...he kinda is. But he's your wild animal.

"Hah, it's okay," you manage, kissing him again in the process of trying to adjust to his size. "You're kinda enormous."

"Kinda?" Haechan repeats smugly. Oh, that bastard.

"I love you," you want to say it over and over again, you don't care.

"I love you more," Haechan responds fondly, while his cock pierces through your insides.

"I love you the most," you are competitive even in this.

"Yeah?" he laughs. "We'll see about that."

"Hyuuuckles," you moan, the pleasure and the warmth and the slight but bearable (pun-intended) pain being too much and yet not nearly enough.

"Hyuckles, huh?" he chuckles, the sweetest sound in the universe. "I think I like that."

"I'll call you whatever you want, whenever you want," you promise.

"Aww, baby, did my cock make you go dumb already?" he mocks you gently.

"I've always been dumb for you," you admit.

"I think I'll cum soon," Haechan warns. "I can still pull out if you-"

"Nooo, don't," you beg him recklessly. "Cum inside, please."

"Say no more," Haechan rushes through his words and apparently he was already holding himself back, because his release arrives right away, filling you up to the fullest. You come again almost at the same time, gripping him tightly, not wanting to let go. Not yet, anyway.

"Can we go again?" you pout, as Haechan does his best to clean you both up with the tissues he found in your bag. Because, yes, you went into a forest all alone with a bag full of your phone, tissues, your lipbalm and some water. Very responsible, yes.

"Girl, give me a break," Haechan moans, half-complaining, half-satisfied and already anticipating your next adventure.

"You love me," you giggle, feeling so happy to be here, with him.

"I do," he admits.

And that is why, you would always choose the bear.

The End

#nct #haechan #nct smut #haechan smut #nct dream smut #lee donghyuck smut #nct 127 smut #haechan x reader #nct hard thoughts #nct hard hours #haechan hard thoughts #haechan hard hours #nct imagines #haechan imagines #writing

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hillbillyoracle · 11 months ago

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So you can't get out of bed...

This is a resource list for all those who are having trouble getting out of bed. Whether that's because of injury, disability, or mental health, this collection of resources should help address some of the common pain points I've experienced over the years. Some will require modification if truly bedbound but my hope is this sparks ideas and gives you a place to start.

A warning: this is a *long* post. I went for thoroughness over brevity so people had options where possible.

Food

This video from Sarah McGlory of Adaptive Cleaning details her system.

It is excellent. I have a similar bin to her first in my room for high pain and low mood days. Prioritize high fiber and high protein shelf stable foods. Make sure electrolytes and water are within easy reach.

If grocery trips are too much, it's worth looking into pick up or delivery. In my experience, the delivery services through stores are better than Instacart and the like. The retailer who must not be named also has a great snack selections that hold up pretty well in transit.

Fruit + veggie pouches, baked chips, and RXBars are some of my favorites to keep on hand.

Clean Space

This video from KC Davis of Struggle Care details her "Five Things Tidying Method".

If you can't tidy your whole space, focus on the walkways. Make sure you have a walkway to your bedroom door, to your front door (or other way to leave your house), to the bathroom, and to the kitchen or where you store food.

Another tip from KC Davis - if you're struggling to get your plates back to the kitchen before they stick or attract bugs, get gallon sized plastic bags and seal the plates inside of them. You can always wash and reuse them once you've delivered it safely to your sink or dishwasher. When you're just surviving, it's just as okay to toss them after.

Bonus: This no-mess method of decluttering from Dana K. White is low energy friendly. You can stop whenever and your space is still better.

Hygiene

This post details my care kit that I use.

If you're unable to shower regularly, I'd add in some baby wipes. Yours probably won't look exactly like mine but I hope it can be a jumping off point. If I could only pick two items, it'd be the disposable toothbrushes and a good facial lotion (since it can also be used on the body). If you can't bare to change your clothes, just change your underwear. This helps prevent health issues down the road.

Movement

Arm Workout in Bed: [3 Min] [5 Min] [10 min]

Core Workout in Bed: [3 Min] [5 Min] [10 Min]

Leg Workout in Bed: [3 Min] [5 Min] [10 Min]

Yoga in Bed: [Morning] [Anytime] [Evening]

Stretching: [5 Min] [10 Min]

If you're able to stand + move but not up for leaving your room, then Rick Bhullar's walking workouts are great in a small space.

For a long time, I thought that you could only get exercise by getting dressed in specific clothes and going outside or to a gym. Now I know that there are lots of options for getting a little movement in bed. Even a short 3 min workout a day can help decrease muscle atrophy. Don't let perfect be the enemy of good enough.

Bonus: I also just walk laps around my room/apartment. You don't have to go outside. It can get a little boring sure. But quick 5-10 min walking breaks through out the day add up.

Spirituality

This is ultimately going to be specific to you and your tradition. Even if you are not religious at all taking a moment to think about your bigger picture values is important. Since my core spiritual path is Buddhism, here are some recommendations in that vein. I could not find good links for all of these. I don't necessarily do all of these everyday but I try to do a few.

Three Refuges by Plum Village

The Five Precepts by Access to Insight

The Five Remembrances on Wikipedia

Chanting Om Mani Padme Hum

Chanting Namo'valokiteshvara

Reciting the Heart Sutra

Bonus: A pagan practice I enjoy is reciting the hymns to the planet of the day. Offering water and incense is great but optional. Praying to and thanking ancestors and land spirits is also a great practice.

Alternatives to Social Media

It's easy to get stuck in the black hole of scrolling. It's good to have something enjoyable to pivot to.

Cozy Games

My favorites are Stardew Valley, Wingspan, and Animal Crossing. The first two aren't terribly expensive. A lower cost alternative to Animal Crossing would be Cozy Grove which regularly goes on sale. Sims can be cozy as well - minus any pool shenanigans.

Slowly

This is an app that allows you to send messages but delivers them on a delay based on how far away you are from someone. It makes it fairly easy to find penpals though, as with anything, it can be hit or miss. I've even convinced a few of my irl friends to try it and write them little letters on there. The delay makes receiving them more special. It's a great way to play letter writing rpgs with friends. I'm currently using it to play Grandpa's Farm with my partner.

750 Words

Ever wished you could do morning pages digitally? That's what 750 words started out as being but you can ultimately use it however you want. Some people use it to hit word counts on their writing projects. I'm a fan of using it to brain dump and then micro journal. It does cost a small fee after 30 days but it's by far been worth it to me.

FeederWatch

Getting outside - even if it's just for 5 minutes - once a day is a great goal. But if you can't, take a break and watch one of these feeder streams for a while. Even just seeing images of the outdoors, is calming. I sometime throw this up on one screen while I'm playing a cozy game or doing some non-screen activities.

Screen Breaks

We all know it's important to take screen breaks - but it's extra important to do it when you're in bed and you're screens are a big part of how you spend your day. Below are some of my favorite ways to take a break. 10 minutes every two hours or 20 minutes every three hours can make a big difference.

Postcrossing or writing letters to friends

Solo RPGs - here are some of mine, here's a D&D example

Free adult coloring pages

Read a Book - reading challenge, get personalized recommendations

Play a solitaire card game - there are so damn many now

Walk around for 5-10 minutes, bonus if it's outside.

Volunteer

One of the big feelings that come up for me when I'm mostly in bed is that I feel like a burden to others. Rather than trying to "be productive" I've found it's much better to try to positively contribute to others even if it's in small ways - sending a text to someone remembering/thanking them for something kind they did for me, ordering a little present for someone I know who's had a rough time, sending a card to someone who has a birthday coming up. The little stuff really helps people.

If you don't have many people in your life like that to help or you'd like to help some strangers too here are some other options.

Sigma Phi Eta

This is a 100% online and free greek service org I'm trying to get off the ground. 3 hours of service to become a pledge which count towards the 10 needed to become a member. 10 hours each year to stay active. We maintain an updated list of online/distanced volunteer opportunities as we find them. We have service awards for those who want to go above and beyond. Plus once you're a member you can wear our letters.

We're small right now but if you want a group of people to talk service and grow with - come join us!

Letters Against Isolation

LAI is probably my favorite charity I volunteer for. Volunteers write cards and letters to people in nursing homes, assisted living, and those connected to senior centers through Meals on Wheels and other programs. They're always adding new facilities so the need is always growing. They have facilities in multiple countries they write to and could use people who speak another language especially.

Warm Up America

Mostly for crocheters and knitters - this org accepts donations of all kinds of patterns and distributes them to smaller projects and charities who otherwise wouldn't be able to access these kind of goods at scale. I've made a few things for them - simple hats - and greatly enjoyed the process. Great use for your cheaper acrylic yarns.

7 Cups

I've had a mixed experience with 7 Cups. I really have enjoyed my experiences chatting with people on there but it can be really hit or miss as to whether I feel like I've helped people. There's also the usual people who try to use any chat service for sex. That aside, I still think their training is pretty good and it can feel meaningful when you're able to connect with someone who's not doing so hot.

Checklist

Have you cleaned yourself + changed clothes? [ ]

Have you tended to your spirituality? [ ]

Have you fed yourself? [ ] [ ] [ ]

Have you tended to your space? [ ]

Have you gotten some movement in? [ ]

Have you taken a social media break? [ ] [ ] [ ]

Have you taken a screen break? [ ] [ ] [ ]

Have you volunteered or done something nice for another person? [ ]

#self care #depression #disability #bedbound #harm reduction

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zhonglisbeloved · 1 year ago

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Pretty Femboy Venti <3

tbh venti awakens my need to have a real cock so i can breed him :3 thank you to @komelrebi-san who made a subby!boys post that inspired this fic, check it out, it's amazing <3 the fic itself may not be good but it's all a sleep deprived author can give y'all :")

femboy!sub!venti x gn!dom!reader (cock can be interpreted as strap on or an actual cock <3)

Warnings: NSFW (obv), degrading, anal sex, recording sexual acts, overstim

pretty little venti who dresses up in a maid outfit with an absolutely scandalous lingerie underneath. he's so horny he doesn't know how long he can last but with you being busy with work, he has to try. Otherwise, you'd punish him and you're rarely kind when you do that. but when hours have passed and the horny boy has to go through two more hours of waiting before you even reach the door, he can't help it. he's too desperate. he pulls out his phone and sets it in front of the floor length mirror in the bedroom and presses record, he teasingly takes off the maid outfit, his cocklet is so hard and dripping with precum that his lingerie is soaked! poor darling. he pumps his cock to the thought of you, his hand moving faster and faster on his tiny hard cock, whines and moans leaving his mouth, praises of you and your name spilling out as if it was an automatic response, the way he throws his head back and shows off his slutty little self is sure to have you all hot and bothered. after he's had his first orgasm, which wasn't as good because you're not here :( he pulls out a vibrating dildo, it's huge but nothing compared to your cock. he fucks himself hard and begs for you to breed him, to breed his hole, to fuck him stupid and senseless. "mhm~ 'm your brainless slut ♡♡~"

he grabs one of your own lacy lingerie and rubs it all over his tip, he fucks into it and moans and gasps, his other hand is busy trying to stretch out his slutty hole using the dildo, to get anything that is even close to the pleasure you give him. he moans as he comes once more, the boy is so lost in his pleasure that hasn't even noticed you stepping in the room. here you were planning to reward your good boy for waiting but oh? it seems he has broken rules. how could you let the brat off without a punishment? so you make him throw away the dildo and put him on all fours before effectively making him arch his back prettily while your cock pumped into his tight hole. "god, you slut, couldn't even wait for me to come home?" you're so evil, not even letting him breathe!

"how do you survive when I'm on business trips? or have you broken the rules before and not told me? hm? what? can't talk you little bitch?" you scoff as you watch venti cum for the nth time, his cocklet dripping with cum and his moans growing more and more whiney "mh- no- can't too much ♡♡♡♡~ please!~" he whimpers while pushing his hips back against you. "too much? why are you pushing back against me then? what a whore" you clicked your tongue and spanked his pretty ass a few times, the skin reddening. your pace got faster before you released your cum deep inside him, breeding him thoroughly. he milks your cock for all its worth, while his own cocklet twitches, not even being able to cum at this point. you pull out and push a butt plug in his ass to keep your cum from spilling out before you carry him to give him a warm bath and clean up, after all your pretty boy took his punishment well.

#genshin impact x reader #genshin x reader #smut #genshin smut #genshin impact smut #venti smut #venti x reader #venti x you #sub venti #femboy venti #i wanna breed venti #kuni's lovenotes ♡

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ssspideysense · 5 months ago

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facetime

summary: peter misses you while you’re away on a business trip.

pairing: tasm!peter parker x f!reader

tags: smut (minors dni), established relationship, phone/video sex, mutual masturbation, showers, praise

wc: 2.8k

“Peter, seriously? I’ve been in my room for, like, two minutes.”

Despite the hint of irritation in your voice and the way you tossed your keys onto the table, your heart still leapt at the sound of his chuckle through the phone.

“I’m sorry I have immaculate timing,” Peter mused into your ear, “actually, nah, I’m not sorry. I missed you.”

You tossed off your shoes, hit the speaker button and fell back onto the plush bed. The phone bounced next to your head, and you heaved a long sigh, letting your eyes slide shut. At first, the idea of traveling for this work trip was tantalizing. Flights, a nice hotel, whatever food you wanted— all paid. And it was nice, for a few days, until you started to miss your apartment back in NYC.

Your cats, your bed, and of course, your boyfriend.

“I missed you too,” you muttered, letting yourself relax into the mattress. “I’m sorry. Today was just so long. I can’t wait to take a hot shower and just lay down.”

A low hum sounded out next to your head. “Without me?”

You opened your eyes just to roll them, despite being all by your lonesome. It didn’t matter. You knew Peter could feel it somehow anyways, miles and miles away.

“Are we sixteen again?”

And he chuckled again. You could hear some shuffling around on his end and imagined Peter rolling over in your shared bed back at home. Soft sheets, your familiar pillow next to his, the smell of him woven into the blanket. His voice pulled you back. “You deserve to relax, sweetheart. Just… here, hold on,” Peter said.

After a moment, a new little jingle trilled from your phone. A FaceTime request.

Brow arched, you held your phone up and pressed accept.

“Peter Parker,” you said, teetering between light scolding and fondness. He smiled back at you on the screen, dimly lit by the TV across the room. Messy hair, some stubble on his jaw— your heart thumped hard in your chest. “I said I need to shower.”

His sleepy smile turned a bit wolffish. “Yeah, but now we can hang out. Just prop me up somewhere in the bathroom with you.”

“Are you serious?” You laughed.

“One hundred percent.”

“You’re ridiculous.”

… but you listened anyway. The phone was set up on a shelf in the bathroom, angled so you could peek out from behind the curtain and see his face on the screen. He was laid down in bed, partly obscured by his pillow, but he watched your silhouette with a longing, sleepy gaze. “I can’t wait until you’re home,” you heard him over the water.

“Two more days, babe,” you replied, lathering shampoo into your hair.

“I’ve been dying here, all alone… nobody to sleep next to… nobody to eat food and watch Netflix with…” Peter sighed dramatically. “It’s honestly bordering on cruelty at this point.”

You tipped your head back under the warm water, laughing. The heat flushed your body and relaxed your muscles so nicely from such a stressful day. And hearing Peter’s voice— that definitely helped. “I think you’ll survive,” you replied, though you felt very much the same. Peter groaned, making you pop your head out from the curtain and send him a pointed look. He’d shifted a bit in bed, propped up on his elbow now.

“I guess I might,” he said, his gaze flickering down to the water that ran down your neck, down your shoulder. He sucked in a breath through his nose. “Y’know what might help, though?”

You rolled your eyes, something of a grin growing on your lips. “What, babe?”

Peter blinked his big brown eyes into the camera. “Can I get a look, pretty please?” He asked sweetly.

Of course, you already knew what he wanted— it was just satisfying to hear him ask. A little scoff jumped from your lips, but you pulled the curtain back a bit more anyway. The colder air hit you like a wall and raised goosebumps on your wet skin. “You weirdo,” you mused, and tipped your head back under the warm water again.

His gaze wandered over your familiar form on his phone screen. Bare, vulnerable, something he’d seen countless times before but never, ever got tired of. “You can call me whatever you want, beautiful,” Peter grinned, “I’m just happy to be here.”

“Happy to be watching me shower on FaceTime?” Lathered loofah in hand, you laughed lightly under your breath as you covered your body in bubbles. “You want me to be your own personal cam girl or something?”

Peter’s brows raised. “I mean—“

“Don’t answer that.”

He watched with rapt attention, following the loofah over every curve of your body. Soap and suds slowly slid down your smooth skin. He could easily imagine his hands running over you instead. Down your arms, your sides, his fingers curling around your hips.

Peter’s tongue darted out to wet his lips. His eyes fell down to your ass, as much as he could see from this angle, anyway.

As you continued to lather and scrub, you noticed Peter had fallen awfully quiet over the past few minutes. A quick glance over at your phone told you he’d changed positions again, now sitting up against the headboard with his phone in hand. He blinked once you made eye-contact through the screen, his little jolt not escaping your attention.

“What’re you doing?” You eyed him, a brow raised.

Peter shifted the phone a little bit. “Just enjoying my time with you,” he replied simply.

But you knew him better than that— you could tell when he was being sneaky, because he had an awful poker face when it came to you.

“Yeah? Just sitting there?” You squeezed the loofah over yourself, big fluffs of bubbles rolling down your neck and chest. A gentle but deliberate hand eased down your side and up your stomach, slathering the suds across your soft skin.

“You look so good,” Peter ignored your question, focusing instead on how you moved so languidly under the water and through the steam, “so, so good. Turn around for me?”

A flurry of butterflies fluttered in your belly unexpectedly. Part of you felt silly for this whole video chat bit, but you also felt a sense of excitement bubbling up under the surface that outweighed your embarrassment. After a short pause, you listened and turned where you stood, leaning forward against the tile wall with an arch in your back— if you were going to give in, you might as well have fun with it. You gave your phone a glance over your shoulder. Peter’s eyes were locked onto the screen. His usually sweet, boyish grin was replaced with something else— something a bit wistful, a bit hungry.

“God,” he sighed, and you watched the camera shift slightly again in a rhythm. “That’s my girl.”

Your breath caught in your throat momentarily. Heat pooled in your face and your lower belly. For some reason, this felt a bit taboo, watching what you could see of his bare shoulder and arm move and flex in such an obvious way. “Peter, are you—“

“Yeah,” he interrupted you, a little gruff. Alone in your shared bed, he pumped himself just behind where he held his phone, his gaze washing over you on the screen. “Yeah, ‘s that okay, baby?” His voice had that husky quality he tended to get during those late night fucks, where both of you were half asleep but your bodies were responding to each other on their own. He’d whisper praise against your neck between grumbled curses as he rutted against you from behind, melded together under the blankets.

A deep ache settled between your legs. ‘s that okay, baby?

Facing the phone again, you let the water run over you and chase the bubbles down the drain. “Yeah, that’s okay,” you replied softly. Your back hit the cool tile as you leaned back. “Just couldn’t wait until I got home?” Silky smooth, your hand trailed down to your thigh, which Peter immediately took note of.

“No,” Peter replied quickly. “No, I couldn’t. I’ve— do you know how hard it is to smell you everywhere, knowing you’re not here?” He squeezed his length from the base, working up to his leaking tip as he groaned lightly. “I feel like I can smell your shampoo just watching you right now. And I can feel your skin… you’re always so soft, sweetheart.”

One of your feet settled on the edge of the tub. Your hand eased its way up your slickened thigh to tease through your folds, head tilted back against the speckled tile behind you. Peter’s heightened senses were as much of a blessing as they were a curse, you knew that all too well. It wasn’t hard to imagine your boyfriend rutting into his own hand, maybe a shirt of yours (or a pair of panties, if he was feeling particularly shameless) pressed to his nose. “Let me see you,” you said, your middle finger slipping between your lips to tease your sensitive bud.

Peter obliged immediately. He shifted the phone further, letting his cock gripped in his hand into view. It didn’t matter how long you’d been together, or how many times you’d been intimate already— you still felt a rush seeing Peter like this. Almost automatically, there was a rhythm between you two. Peter worked up and down his shaft, occasionally squeezing his leaky tip, the beads of pre smearing over his velvety flushed skin. You could see the way his chest rose and fell unsteadily. It mirrored your own clipped breaths. The steam from the shower was making it even harder to get enough air, but you didn’t care. This moment between you two felt intense in a new sort of way, a spark lit under you as you watched each other through the screens.

A sheen of sweat built on your brow. Your legs were starting to feel a bit weak, your fingers swirling increasingly sloppy circles over your clit. “How many times have you jerked off thinking about me while I’ve been gone?” you found yourself blurting out thoughtlessly.

He groaned at the words that slipped from your mouth. “Too many,” Peter said, his eyes fluttering shut. “The longest two weeks of my life.”

“Poor baby,” a grin grew on your face, head tilted to the side as you watched him. Your fingers slipped and glided over your skin— you never thought you’d be so turned on from something like this. Intimacy and sex with Peter wasn’t vanilla, but this experience was definitely something unique for the both of you. “I bet you got hard before I even got in the shower,” you teased, “probably sitting there, aching, just thinking about it.”

“Fuck,” Peter hissed under his breath. His rhythm faltered for a moment, the veins in his hands raising even more under his skin. “I’m— I’m not gonna last if you keep talking like that, babe,” he clenched his jaw.

He opened his eyes in time to watch you let out a soft moan, the sound bouncing off the shower walls a little too well. He couldn’t help the shaky exhale that followed. “That’s okay,” you breathed, “I wanna watch you come anyway.” Your hips rocked into your hand, and Peter watched your body roll deliciously against itself. Another hiss, fighting to keep his eyes open and locked onto his phone screen.

The air in your woefully empty apartment felt too thick all of a sudden. “You wanna watch me?” His breath hitched in his throat, a bit desperate to keep hearing you. The dirty talk did him in every time. A building tension tightened his lower belly, his muscles clenching in anticipation. Peter quickened his pace. His hand pumped and squeezed his poor swollen cock and his tongue darted out to wet his lips.

“I love watching you… you look so pretty, and you always make the best noises,” your unoccupied hand glided up your damp body to cup your tit, a finger flicking over your hardened nipple. “I can tell you’re close. That’s okay, baby. Can you come for me?”

“God,” Peter groaned again, sucking in a deep breath from his nose.

You rubbed your clit quickly in a swiping motion, breathing heavier and heavier in the thickening steam. “Go ahead, baby, just let go,” you were so close to teetering on your own edge, the soft instruction bordering on a whine, “please come for me.”

The camera shook slightly. Peter’s gaze turned a bit hazy, but he managed to keep his eye on you, brows furrowed into a pinched look of bliss. A few strangled curses jumped out between his moans, the most heady and intoxicating sound. You watched with a pounding heart as Peter’s hand stilled near his tip, his body writhing a little, lean muscles flexing in the dim light. He shot most of his load onto his abdomen, and you wished you had a closer look— you could see the last dribbles wetting his fist, glistening from the glow of his phone, milking his dick and riding out the end of his orgasm.

Your own peak wasn’t far behind. Peter was still trying to catch his breath when you let out your own symphony of sounds and light gasps. Even over the static hum of the shower, you tried to contain yourself, swallowing down the loudest and most insistent whimpers and whines the best you could. Your legs shook. They felt incredibly heavy and weightless all at the same time.

“That’s it, sweetheart,” Peter said, low and breathy, as he watched you hump against your own hand.

Head rolled back against the shower tile, the building ache and tension snapped in your lower belly, and you sucked in a sharp gasp. The orgasm came crashing over you, hot and all-encompassing. Your fingers couldn’t seem to move fast enough, not the way Peter’s could whenever he held you against him in bed and kissed your temple while you came on his hand. That’s all you could think about as your eyes squeezed shut— the feeling of Peter’s hands on you, the sound of his voice, the peaks and valleys of his abs coated in his own come, right now, because he missed you and he couldn’t help himself—

“Christ,” you breathed, hand slowing to a lazy pace, your heart loud and insistent in your ears. Your clit slowly throbbed with an echo heartbeat.

It was quiet for a moment, your eyes still closed and your head pressed against the cool wall. Sweat slicked your semi-damp hair to your forehead and the bathroom suddenly felt so muggy.

“You did so good, babe. Jesus. Why haven’t we done anything like that before?”

A tired sort of laugh seeped out of you and you dropped your leg. You’d gotten so tensed up in that position without realizing it— an ache settled in your thighs. “Because we’ve never been apart like this before,” you mused.

Peter shuffled around, the camera now pointing up at the ceiling with his phone laying on the bed. “Yeah, I guess you’re right. But I’m definitely not eager for you to leave like this again,” he sounded a bit distant through the speaker, and you figured he’d gone to clean himself up. All the excitement left you feeling a strange mix of dirty and clean, sweaty and hot but still blanketed in the smell of all of your sweet bath scents. You rinsed yourself off and cut the water by the time Peter and picked up his phone again, his big brown eyes sleepy on the screen.

He watched you dry yourself off. He was laid down again, cheek smushed against his pillow.

“You’re staring, Peter,” you didn’t even have to look up to know for sure.

“I can’t help that you’re the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.”

A smile bloomed on your tired face. “You’re in your post-nut mushiness. It’s not fair that I’m not there for it.”

“No,” Peter rolled over in bed, taking you with him on the phone, “but you’re kind of here, with me. I know you’re exhausted, but maybe we can just… lay like this, for a while.”

So you did.

You kept Peter on FaceTime while you got dressed, drank some water, and laid down in the impossibly soft hotel bed. He was propped up next to you, and it almost felt like he was there, laying on the same side he slept in at home.

“Did you say goodnight to the cats for me?”

“I do, every night.”

“Do they say anything back?”

“Y’know, the usual,” Peter yawned, “fuck off, wait, no, I love you, can you put more food in my bowl?”

You gave a sleepy little laugh in response, cut off by a yawn, and Peter smiled warmly through the screen. “Goodnight, sweetheart.”

#tasm #peter parker x reader #spiderman #smut #peter parker

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kaliforniahigh · 5 days ago

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You so crazy, I think I wanna have your baby - n.f.

I got this prompt in my inbox from a sweet anon and I just couldn't not write about it!

Warnings: talks of pregancy, holidays, family interactions, smut (unprotected p in v, fingering, creampie), mention of birth control. This is very fluffy!

WC: 4k words.

Requests are closed for now.

Every year, you and Folio switched with whose family you were going to spend the holidays with. Since this year you spent Thankgiving with his family, you decided to spend Christmas with yours.

Since it was a hectic year, for both you and him, you didn't have time to meet the new addition to your family. Your little niece was born just a few months ago, and while you got to interact with her and your sister over Facetime almost everyday, you were craving to see her in person.

You sent her gifts all the time, and your sister filmed her "opening" them, and you and Folio melted at the sight everytime. Your husband would also interact with her, and his big toothy smile and little baby voice, never failed to make your insides tingle at the thought of him doing it with your own baby.

With your sister pregnant, the questions of when you were having a baby of your own ceased for a few months. It wasn't that long ago that you and Folio had gotten married, and you both agreed to enjoy the married life without a baby for a while. Besides, his schedule was always busy with the band, and he didn't think it was fair to you. He wanted to be a present father, and not dump all the weight on your shoulders.

You were currently getting ready to leave for your roadtrip to your hometown. You both decided it was time for him to take you on a trip on his bike, since he went with his friends all the time, but never with you.

Truth be told, he was a little nervous. As much as he would be a careful driver, especially since he had you with him, he never really trusted the other drivers on the road.

But you looked so cute with your helmet on - that you personalized just for this occasion - and the excited smile on your face, that he couldn't help but feel excited himself.

It wasn't too long of a drive to your parents' house anyways, so it was easir for him to agree to this.

"It's going to be funny seeing you survive with only that", he pointed to your backpack. You had to be really careful not to overpack, since you didn't have much space to carry a lot of things.

"I have a few things in my parents' house. I think I'll be fine", you winked at him, and he patted his motorcycle for you to get on.

Putting on his helmet, Folio revved up the engine and peeled off from your driveway.

The drive was smooth, and you only stopped to eat something and use the bathroom. In a matter of few hours you and Folio were parking inside your parents' garage.

Stepping out of the motorcycle and taking off both of your helmets, both you and Nick stretched your limbs and heard your joints crack, which made you giggle at the synchronization of the noise.

Soon enough, your parents were greeting you with warm hugs, and urging you inside and away from the crispy winter air.

"You can put your bags away in the guest bedroom. Your sister is going to be here soon", your mom told you, filling up two cups of water for you and Nick, who took it gladly.

"I'm so excited to see little Ava. I'm already letting you know that I'm hogging the baby the entire time" you said, taking a sip and letting a little smile take over your face.

"She's very hard to resist. She already has you dad here in the tip of her fingers", your mom said, giving your dad a few taps on the shoulder. He tried to argue and say that it isn't true, but you heard no conviction at all in his voice.

"It's your first granddaughter. It's completely fine to spoil her as much as you want", Folio pointed out. He had a big grin on his face at the whole interation.

From the first time he met your parents, they got along really well. Your dad also being a big fan of fishing and motorcycles made it incredibly easier. Since then, Folio has been to a few fishing trips with your dad and his friends, while you and your mom have some mother and daughter time together.

"She's the first, but surely not the last, right?", your mom pointed out, trying to be subtle, but failing miserably. You and Folio looked at each other, a smirk playing at the corner of your lips, already knowing where she was getting at.

"We're gonna take a shower", you evaded the conversation, grabbing Folio from the shoulders and leading him upstairs.

"Separately", you heard your father say, messing with the two of you.

Setting your bags on the double bed, you went about unpacking and storing everything away, while Folio made his way to the bedroom to shower.

Ever since you moved away, your parents turned your bedroom into an office for your dad, so, everytime you and Folio came over, you had to take the guest bedroom. You never complained, since it had a double bed, instead of the single you slept in until the day you moved away for college.

You were distracted when Folio stepped back into the room. He was shirtless and had a towel wrapped around his waist. His torso glistened with the droplets of water that he never bothered to dry.

"Why are you walking around in only a towel?", you questioned, as he closed the door to the bedroom behind him.

"I forgot my clothes here", he observed, pointing to the shirts you were arranging in the drawer. You snickered, because of course he forgot. "I made sure there was no one in the hallway, don't worry, baby", he assured you, grabbing you by the hips and bringing your lips together in a kiss.

Before it could go any further though, you separated from him. "I told you, no funny bussiness in my parents' house", you lightly slapped him on he chest.

"Can I not kiss my woman? Damn", he acted upset, but the grin taking over his face told you he was teasing you more than anything.

"I can feel your hard dick through the towel", you pointed out and he actually laughed at this, because it was true.

Abandoning the remaining shirts, you grabbed your own clothes you had already set apart, and walked towards the door, leaving the room to take a much needed warm shower.

When you went back into the bedroom, Folio was no longer there, and you assumed he was downstairs talking to your family. You did notice that he folded the rest of the shirts and you smiled at his action. You loved that you didn't need to verbalize what needed to be done, he just noticed it and did it himself.

Making your way down the stairs, you heard more voices and you instantly knew your sister had arrived. You picked up your pace and when the living room came in sight, the only person you noticed was the little baby, dressed in an absolutely adorable reindeer onesie, playing inside a playpen set in the living room.

"Oh my God!", you exclaimed, but not too loud, so you wouldn't bother Ava. Your sister got up from the couch and wrapped you in her arms.

"Oh, I missed you so much, little sis", she told you, tightening her arms around you.

Your big sister was always an inspiration to you. She was a badass woman, and you would be proud of yourself if you could be half of the person she is one day.

"You look so much like a mom, now", you joked, but it was true. You sensed a change in her - a good change - ever since she gave birth. The only way you could describe it , is that she definetely looked like a mom now.

"Is it the bag under my eyes?", she joked.

"Nooo, I can't believe this sweet baby angel gives you any trouble, that's impossible", you said in a baby voice, making your way to her playpen.

Ava looked at you with her big brown eyes, so much like your mom's, and you could see a little bit of your family and her dad's family in her.

"Where's Andrew, by the way?", you asked, at the thought of her dad.

"The company hasn't released them for the holidays yet" your sister huffed in annoyance. It was no secret that she wanted her husband to change jobs, but now, with a little baby, they couldn't take any risks. You hummed in understanding, looking back at Ava.

You bent down to be on her eye level.

"I'm your aunt Y/N, did you know that?", you told her, and she smiled as if she could understand everything. "And that", you pointed to Nick, who was sitting on the couch, observing the whole thing, "is your uncle Nick".

She looked at where you were pointing before looking back at you. She smiled even more and smacked her toy on the ground in excitement, before she put her little chubby arms up, signaling she wanted you take her.

"You wanna come with auntie?", you stretched your hands and took her in your arms, standing up, boucing on your feet as she got used to being in your arms.

You cooed silently, and as soon she leaned her little head on your chest, getting herself comfortable and gripping a handful of your shirt in her tiny hands, it was as if the world around you completely disappeared.

You nuzzled your face on the top of her head, feeling the little wisps of barely there hair tickle your nose. You decided to go on a little walk with her around the house, and you slowly made your way out of the living room and towards the kitchen and dining area.

Meanwhile, Folio was completely mesmerized by the scene unfolding in front of him. He already knew you were good with babies, but to see you so comfortable around your niece, and her feeling completely safe in your embrace, stirred something in him that he's never felt before.

Suddently, he wanted to see you like all the time, everyday. But with your own baby, a perfect mix of you and him. He could picture it perfectly in his head.

The baby would probably have his dark hair and your beautiful eyes. He hoped he had your intelligence and his ability to play the drums, or any instrument would suffice, actually. He hoped they wouldn't cause too much trouble, but new it would be impossible if they inherited his hyperactive personality.

But he knew they would be the most loved baby in the world. There's absolutely no doubt about that.

"Well, she did warn us about hogging the baby", your mom pointed out, looking at Nick.

"Yes, she did", he agreed, but his mind was still distant.

A few minutes later, you came back into the living room, the baby now asleep in your arms, as you put your fingers to your lips and signaled everyone to be quiet.

You sat down next to Nick, and adjusted Ava in your arms, and she was now laying belly down on your chest.

"I'm gonna put on a Christmas movie and make some hot chocolate", your mom whispered, giving the remote to your sister, so she could choose the movie, as she made her way to the kitchen.

Setting on The Polar Express, the three of you got comfortable on the couch.

Nick got closer to you, as close as he could be without waking up Ava, as she gave a big yawn and stretched her little arms, but never opened her eyes. With that, her little closed fist rested on Folio's arm, and he sworn to himself he wasn't going to move an inch until the end of the movie.

You both looked at each other and softly smiled. There was no denying you were enjoying this moment together.

Later on in the day, your sister had already gone back home, and your parents ordered some pizza for dinner. You noticed Folio was overly quiet and lost in his own head, but you chalked it up to him being tired from the drive. You two napped on the couch a bit, but it wasn't enough to shake the tiredness from your bones.

Now, you were both getting ready for bed. Brushing your teeth and changing into your pajamas, you got under the covers to wait for Nick.

It didn't take too long before he was coming in to the room and closing the door behind him, and it didn't go unnoticed by you the way he sneakily turned the key and locked the door.

He was shirtless and in one of his sweatpants, that was hanging low on his hips. The man was on a mission to tease you today, and you weren't so sure anymore if you were above having sex in your parents' house.

He lifted the covers and got under them, and since the bed wasn't as big as the one you had at home, he was already pressed up against you, the warmth from his bare chest emanating and making you feel even hotter.

He enveloped you in his arms, bringing your back closer to his chest. "Good night, baby", he murmured into your skin, giving you a kiss on the back of your neck. You returned his words and closed your eyes to try and sleep.

But your mind was running with thoughts of it's own. It didn't help that Nick's whole body was pressed into yours. His chest to your back, his legs tangled with yours, his soft and inconsistent breathing - that told you he was still awake - hitting the back of your neck, and his firm and strong arms wrapped around your midsection.

You were starting to get hot and bothered and unconsciously moved around a little in his grasp, accidentaly rubbing your ass on his crotch. You felt his breath hitch at the sensation, but he didn't say anything.

A few minutes later, you started to feel Nick's hardening length pressing on your bum, and you decided to throw caution to the wind and let yourself indulge in the feeling of having your husband close to you every way you could.

So, your left hand started to drift back, and your palms came in contact with his thigh first, but soon, it was over his bulge, and you gave him a firm squeeze.

"Baby, we don't have to do anything. It's fine", he told you, voice quiet in the darkness of your bedroom. You appreciated his will to abide by your wishes, but right now, you really didn't care.

"I want to", you whispered to him, turning around in his grasp and trying to make out his features in the obscurity of the bedroom. It seemed like he did it before you, because next thing you knew, his lips were on yours in a hot kiss.

You placed your hand on the back of his head, keeping him in place as your tongues moved against each other. You hands traveled over his exposed torso, as you felt him twich under your palm.

"Turn around, baby", he broke the kiss and murmured the words into your lips. You obeyed and turned around in his grasp, resuming your previous position.

He left soft little kisses on the back of your neck, making your skin erupt in goosebumps. His hands traveled under your shirt to draw patterns on your skin, and, as he drifted it higher and higher, it came in contact with the underside of your breasts.

You took in a sharp breath, as he rolled one of your nipples between his thumb and pointer finger, making the nub harden immediately. And then he did the same to the other one.

"I want your hand a little lower", you told him, voice breathless already.

"You gotta be patient, baby", you could hear the smirk in his voice.

"I don't wanna be", you rolled your hips against his hard-on and he hissed in response.

"Don't gotta ask twice, my lady"

You finally felt his hands travelling lower on your body, and then he was teasing the elastic band on your flimsy sleeping shorts, tugging them down along with your underwear far enough for you to kick them off. You heard the items of clothing hitting the floor with a soft thud.

You were incredibly wet at this point, and when he ran his finger over your slit, you let out a quiet moan of satisfaction.

"Fuck, I can feel your wetness already", he said in the shell of your ear, and you had no response, because he finally dipped his finger where you needed him the most.

Collecting your wetness, he started to rub circles on your clit. You lifted your leg up, so he could have better acess, and he grabbed it and hooked it over his.

"Love you spread open like this for me", he nibbled on your ear and you moaned louder this time. His hand that was under your head covered your mouth, and he told you to be quiet.

You found that to be really difficult when he entered one finger inside of you, and your arm went back to grip at his hair, as your hips moved in tandem with this thrusts.

You whimpered into his palm at the feeling, knowing you wouldn't last much longer from how pent-up you were.

"It's ok, baby. You can cum all over my hands"

It didn't take much longer for your walls to be squeezing his finger, and your body to be convulsing against him in bed. You squeezed your eyes shut and concentrated in riding out your orgasm and also not moaning out loud.

After coming down from your high, you reached back and tugged on his sweatpants, telling him to take it off.

"Want you to fuck me, please", you looked back at him and saw he already had a completely fucked out expression on his face, despite not even fucking you yet.

He grabbed your chin and kissed you on the lips, then, he dragged the sweatpants down his body, that joined your pile of clothes on the floor.

You grabbed his dick in your hands, pumping him a few times and he grunted, burying his face in your neck to stifle his groans.

You guided him to your entrance and he sank himself inside you, finding no resistance at all.

You both let out quiet gasps at the same time, as he started to roll his hips against you slowly, as to not rock the bed too much. His slow movements allowed you to feel everything. The sensation of him moving in and out of you never failing to make you lose your mind.

"Gonna fuck you real slow today, baby", he said, planting a kiss on your shoulder. "Gonna make sure you feel every inch of me"

You nodded your head fervently, not trusting your voice at the moment.

He kept his pace, slowly building you and himself up for the earth shattering orgasm that was inevitably gonna hit the two of you. Reaching over your body, he started to rub slow circles on your clit, and you let out a quiet mewl at his ministrations.

"Gonna cum if you keep doing that", you told him.

"It's ok, angel. I'm right there with you"

He could feel you squeezing him, and knew you were both close.

"Where do you want me?", he asked, holding off his orgasm, waiting for your response.

"Inside, please. Want you inside", you pleaded with him, and seconds after the words left your lips, you were convulsing against him, mouth open and eyes screwing shut at the absolute pleasure you were feeling right now.

Nick was not any better, his hips stuttered as he spilled himself inside of you, reveling on the feeling of coating your walls with his cum.

You both laid there, completely spent and breathless. Nick resting his head against the back of your neck, trying to get a hold of himself.

Your little bubble was broken when your alarm started to ring on the bedside table, the words "Birth Control Time" flashing on the screen. You swiped to stop the ringing.

"Gotta get up to take my pill, baby", you told him, and he only hummed in response. You slipped out of bed, already missing the feeling of having him inside of you, you padded to where your backpack was on the floor, resting against the wall.

Rummaging through it, you couldn't find where you put your birth control pills. You tried the side pockets, the little make-up bag and the bottom of the backpack, just in case it slipped under there, but came up empty.

Sighing out loud, you came to the conclusion that you finally forgot it at home.

"Nick", you called out to him.

"Yes, baby?", he answered, sounding a little more awake this time.

"Imma need you to drive me to the drugstore. I forgot my birth control at home", you told him, already looking for your clothes and putting them on. You noticed that he didn't move from the bed, and has a pensive look on his face.

"What's wrong?", you asked him from where you were standing at the foot of the bed.

"C'mere", he patted the bed for you to sit next to him, and so you did.

"I was thinking today", he started, but you could sense the hesitation in his voice, you nodded your head for him to keep going. "Seeing you interacting with Ava today, made me feel things I've never felt before. Suddently, I was imagining this whole life ahead of us. A mini you and I running around the house. Buying toys, cute clothes, throwing birthday parties. My mind ran a thousand miles a minute just thinking of all the possibilities"

"Nick, are you saying what I think you're saying?", you asked him, wanting to be sure you understood what he was implying.

"That I want you to have my babies? Absolutely", he said, giving you a little smile. "That's only gonna happen if you want to, of course", he took your hand in his and looked at your face to try and figure out what you were thinking.

"But what about the band? What are we gonna do when you're touring and stuff?", you asked.

"I was gonna tell you this soon, but we're gonna take a break from touring next year. Between Noah's burnout, and the label wanting a new album, we'll be working on that next year, instead of travelling", he explained. "A lot of it is going to be the creative process. But I'll be home everyday for a long while now. You know how long it takes for us to come up everything for a new album"

You pondered over his words for a minute, and it did seem like the perfect opportunity. You were lying if you said the thought hasn't crossed your mind today. Especially when you, Nick and Ava were so cozy on the couch together. You felt like a little family, and you couldn't wait to have that with him everyday.

"You really want that?", you questioned him, looking at him with a questioning stare. You didn't want him to decide this on a whim and regret it later.

"I want everything with you. You're the woman of my dreams, and I want you to be the mother of my children", he grabbed the side of your face, stroking your cheek with his thumb.

"So, the birth control?", you asked and he smiled.

"What if we don't go to the pharmacy to pick it up?", he wiggled his brow in a suggestive mode.

You grinned at his implication, as you laid on the bed, resting your head on his tummy and looking up at him with a dreamy gaze.

"We're gonna be parents?", you said, half asking him and half voicing your musings out loud.

"We're gonna be parents", he ran his hand through your hair, ligthly scratching your scalp. "Shit, you're gonna be such a MILF", he deadpanned, and you laughed out loud at his observation, giving him a light slap on his thigh, as he laughed with you.

#bad omens #bad omens imagine #bad omens smut #bad omens fanfiction #bad omens fluff #nick folio #nick folio imagine #nick folio one shot #nick folio smut #nick folio fanfiction #nick folio fluff #folio thoughts

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kaeyeahsworld · 7 months ago

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A real pussy pleaser.

Synopsis:

Toji was out on business trip and you thought you could have a night for yourself. But things never go according to the plan do they?

Tags: toji fushiguro x female reader, smut, dirty talk, masturbation, body worship, mirror sex, suit kink, orgasm edging and denial, toji has a big dick lol, pet names (mama, baby, doll)

18+

Cross posted on Ao3

MDNI and do not interact if uncomfortable

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Being Toji’s woman was the sweetest torture.

There would be days when he would drill his cock into your sweet cunt for hours together, his kisses and actions making you see stars.

But there were also days like these where all you had was an hour's worth of video call with him at the end of the day, with him being away on his business trip.

It had been almost a week now and you had to survive only 2 more days before you would be back in Toji’s arms.

But then again it was one of those nights. Fresh out of the shower, the music playing on the speaker in your shared room, is tender and sinful. The lights were soft golden and ambient and you were here smelling like petals on a calming summer night.

Waking up late in the evening, the doom scroll session had somehow turned into a soft porn marathon. With a man like Toji around, porn was the farthest thing to get you going but today was different and you had the whole night to yourself anyway.

Sexy kisses, lustful outfits, funny dialogue writings and concepts in some and no dialogues in others and all of them ending in delicious torment of the actress’s cunts either with filthy sloppy mouths or bliss-inducing vibrators. There was one video that caught your attention though, a simple one of a man eating his woman out, but the sultry build-up of the video, the man almost as big as yours’ and the unadulterated ecstasy on the woman’s face as he pulled one orgasm after another from her which had clenching your thighs together and almost giving into the temptation, but instead you decided against it and hopped into the shower to freshen yourself.

It would be worth the wait once Toji’s back. Right?

But as things never go according to plan, while cleaning the room you found an unwashed office shirt of Toji, large enough to engulf you comfortably

God you missed him so much. Could the trip get any longer?

His scent was a mixture of cool rich cologne and a hint of the day’s sweat, which didn’t help the ache between your legs. Slow warm and as wet as it could get.

Imagining him at work, his cute little furrowed eyebrows as he concentrates be it when prepping for a presentation, which was quite the same when pleasuring you out. His passionate green eyes that harbour a mischievous crinkle every time he unleashes an attack of kisses all over your face.

Just this one night you decide to take care of yourself.

Minutes later, here you were in front of the full-length mirror of your room admiring your figure donned with his shirt and only a wet, stained blue panty

Your own sight was enticing enough as you settled on the floor in front of the mirror, arching your back a little and putting out gorgeous tits on display.

The tips of your hair tickling your skin, the warmth spreading through your chest and tummy and your leaky aching cunt was too much to bear as dipped a finger into your panties

Gosh, you were so darn wet and this was the effect Toji had on you even if he was miles away.

Rubbing around the folds, in no hurry, you explored each sensitive little crevice with one hand and the other massaging softly over your nipple

“Ohhh- Toji…. I am so wet for you, mhhh-“You were as comfortably loud as you could be your finger now gliding over your clit, pinching it a little. As much you liked indulging in self-pleasure once in a while it was never enough.

It wasn’t Toji’s warm calloused hand teasing you like there’s no tomorrow. It wasn’t his long fingers pumping through your tight cunt just right.

“Tojiiiii….come backk… uhhmmp-“ you were so close to an orgasm, wet slick sounds echoing all about the room when-

“Missed me doll?”

An all too familiar deep voice.

Here was the man in question, in all his black suit, and grey tie glory leaning against the bedroom door watching you like a predator does its sweet prey

If you were an impatient one, Toji gave a tougher competition. Finishing up with his work as early as he could and skipping on the last two days of drinking fun with his office mates, Toji was on the earliest flight back.

What he was expecting was his girl to jump onto him and smother him with sweet kisses on opening the door but the site before him was well…

An even better surprise.

Hands deep in your panties, flushed skin covered by a dirty shirt he had left a week ago, eyes all glorious and teary-eyed.

“Toji! When did you come back.. I didn’t mean to-“Before you could even finish your sentence, Toji was kneeling and grabbing your chin

Slowly licking and nipping at your bottom lip, he whispered “Your pretty pussy couldn’t wait a week darling?”

“Hmmph!” His warm tongue was now sliding over yours, as you grabbed and pawed at his chest while his other hand was at your waist pulling you closer.

Knees buckling from the sheer dominance of the man, you couldn’t be more happy he was back. “Missed you so much…love, don’t leave me” you desperately whined out to him almost straddling him

“Leave you?” Toji chuckled handsomely “I ain’t going nowhere, mama. Even in another lifetime, I will find my way back to you”

As he shoved a finger into your panties, the wetness had him groaning into the kiss. He was sensuously pleasing the sensitive spot on your neck, biting it softly to leave a reddening hickey.

“Come on mama, I worked so hard on this trip. Put on a show and reward me” he said as he flipped you both around, your back to his chest and both of you facing the mirror. His hands parting your legs and with your glistening cunt on full display you couldn’t help but let out an embarrassing moan into Toji’s ear.

“But Toji… this is too..mm” You were blabbering shy mess out of nowhere and Toji was enjoying this.

“Show me your pretty cunt” he demanded as he put a hand over yours and guided you back to resume your ministrations. The pleasure was twofold now with Toji moaning darkly in your ear, his warm minty breath raising the hairs all over your body.

“Look at the sight of you. Such a gorgeous fucking thing you are eh? Those delicious tits and your glossy pouty lips, gosh wish I could have them around my cock all day, drooling all over it huh girl?”

His fingers had replaced yours now and with his middle and ring finger caressing your velvet walls, you were so close, rocking and thrusting your clit against the palm of his hand.

“I am so close Toji…. Uhhh! Fuckkk… right there!”

“How close baby?” Toji asked “A bit-..more” and just as you could feel the warmth in your tummy unravelling he pulled his fingers out

“What the fuck Toji?”

“Who said you could come tonight doll?” Toji replied, his gaze intoxicating in the mirror

This was going to be a long night and his reward was going to be your punishment. Albeit a sweet one

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A/N : Expect a part 2 lol

I named this one after an edit audio

I tried editing it for the most part but its 2 am so ignore any typos pls

lemme know how you like it.

take care sweets

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starlight-write · 6 months ago

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Attention Seeker

A/N: First TADC tk fic! lmk if you have any suggestions/prompts cause my brain is about fried atp.

Summany: Ragatha's ignoring Jax for being a prick. It's only after he brings Pomni into their little spat that she decides to do something about it.

Characters: Ler!Ragatha, Switch!Pomni, Switch!Jax

Word Count: 2004

Warnings: This is a tickle fic! Scroll if that's not your thing.

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"Raaaags! Ragathaaaaa! Rags, talk to meeeeeee!" The rabbit whined pathetically as he flopped face first to the floor to add to his dramatics.

Ragatha crossed her arms and stared blankly in front of her. She'd be damned if she gave into his theatrics after the stunt he pulled yesterday.

Pomni tip-toed her way over to the doll, careful to gauge her mood before speaking up.

"You're- uh- still not talking to Jax, huh?" The jester tried.

To no one's surprise, Jax pulled some underhanded shit during yesterday's game. Thankfully, that game was more tame than the usual as Caine decided to make all of them play a rather distorted version of 'capture the flag', only the playing field was covered in thick black tar-like substance, which made the game slower and over all less fun but Caine did say he was experimenting with ideas.

Long story short, Ragatha had gotten the other team's flag and was about to win before Jax thought it'd be clever to use poor Gangle as a lasso and trip Ragatha by her ankle. Causing her to fall face first into the gooey substance.

So yeah, Ragatha understandably ignored the purple prick for the rest of the day and supposedly the silent treatment carried onto this morning.

Ragatha scoffed at the question. "I have nothing to say to that jerk. Whatever Caine has planned for us to do today, I'm not saying a word to him." She said making direct eye contact with said jerk. Pomni swore she saw his ears go down a bit.

They both knew that wouldn't last. If there's one thing anyone knew about Jax, is that he can't survive without attention. And Lord, was he the biggest attention seeker Pomni's ever seen. Jax would just dedicate the entire day to pushing Ragatha's buttons until she snapped, earning everyone's attention as well as winning whatever sick game he'd imagined in his head.

Caine appeared not two minutes later and the cast proceeded with their little theme song as usual and afterwards, the ringmaster explained the rules of today's little adventure.

Another safe one, thank God. Pomni thought. Perhaps the man was starting to notice how strung out everyone had become and decided to cut them some slack.

Today's game was a timed scavenger hunt throughout the circus, with two separate teams taking turns in the main room to find the mising items as quick as possible while the other team waited in the hallway for their turn. They were split up into two teams. Ragatha instantly grabbed Pomni's hand and not even a split second later, Jax flung himself at the doll and screamed for Caine to team them up together.

Gangle, Kinger, and Zooble's team went first, which meant the other three were poofed into a random hallway away from the action.

Awkward.

Pomni fidgeted due to the tense atmosphere. Jax of course, took his chance to bug the shit out of the other girl. First trying to make conversation, then teasing her, then poking, shaking, singing, yelling, joking, flopping round again, but nothing seemed to break the doll's focus. Ragatha rolled her eyes at his theatrics before shooting them over to Pomni.

"Sheesh, these games have been real tame and non life-threatening lately right, Pomni? Seems like Caine's finally decided to cut us all a break!" She forced a laugh as she nudged the other girl.

Pomni looked rather taken aback by the sudden conversations but decided to play along nonetheless. "O-oh. Right. I-uh, really enjoy not being in danger for once, yknow?" She laughed nervously.

The rabbit shot up as the two continued their bland conversation, annoyed that he was being ignored completely.

Pomni felt rather proud of herself when Ragatha laughed at one of her jokes, her victory was short-lived however, letting out a yelp as she was suddenly yanked in the air by her underarms.

"HEY!-" She panicked and squirmed, having to force down a rather embarrassing noise that threatened to come out of her throat.

"Whatcha two ladies talkin' about?"Jax had that stupid smug grin on he always wore when he thought he was being smart. Ragatha, obviously, was not amused but threw in the towel anyways as it wasn't fair to Pomni to get her any more involved with their little spat any more than she already was.

"Put her down, Jax." The doll demanded.

Pomni tried to grab at the rabbit's gloved hands as she kicked her feet in the air. "Whaaaaaat? We’re just having a little fun is all! Ain’t that right, Pomni?”

The jester grunted and allowed her limbs to go limp, it was obvious she wasn’t gonna get free by herself and didn’t want to risk entertaining the rabbit any further.

“This is not fun for me. Please put me doWN!!!-“

Pomni’s entire body went rigid as soon as that prick started wriggling his fingers under her arms.

She was able to keep her laughter in for all of maybe half a second before exploding in hysterical laughter. The awful sensation causing her to thrash almost twice as hard now.

“Why laugh if you’re not having any fun, Bug Eyes?” Jax laughed along with her, pleased with the strong reaction.

Ragatha was still stone-faced, however, sighing as she moved to release the other girl.

“Jeez you really can’t go five minutes without bullying someone can you?” The doll grunted as she wrestled with the rabbits long ass arms. Jumping in the air a few times when he decided to hold Pomni straight over his head.

Ragatha was getting increasingly annoyed, Pomni was getting more hysterical by the minute, and of course Jax looked like he was having the time of his life.

But you know what? Two can play at that game.

“Gohohod! You two are hilarious. Say Rags, this almost reminds me of the time Caine had you screaming in the air for saying- OOMF!”

The wind knocked out of Jax’s throat as he was full-on tackled to the floor.

Thankfully, this gave Pomni the chance to escape but was still on top of the rabbit’s hands as she tried to compose herself.

“What the &!$@%# Rags?! I was just messing around, there’s no reason to get all pis-“

“Hold his wrists, Pomni.”

That was all the warning they got before the doll’s hands latched onto Jax’s hips and began tickling him mercilessly.

The high pitch scream that tore from his throat probably would’ve made the jester fall into another fit of laughter if she weren’t so taken aback by it herself.

Thankfully she caught up to speed in time to get a hold of the rabbit’s hands that were desperately trying to free themselves.

“WAIT!!- WAIT WAHAHAHAIT!!!- RAGAHAHAHAHAAA-“

Oh my God he’s &!$@%# losing it. Pomni thought as she observed the poor guys reactions.

It was quite a sight to see fucking Jax of all people go berserk over something as simple as tickling. It was a little unnerving to be honest.

What was even scarier was Ragatha’s face hadn’t changed from the ice cold scowl she’s had on since Jax started all this shit.

She looked kinda angry.

“pleheheheAHAHAHA!!-“ Jax wheezed. “You cahAHAHAHAN’T- You cahahahahan’t just- BWAHAHAHAHAAA!!!-“

“Oh so it’s only fair for you to pick on people huh?” Ragatha spat. “Y'know I think everyone here’s had about enough of your &!$@%#, Jax. You wanted attention that bad? Well here you go! Let’s see how you like being bullied for once.”

Her hands migrated down to his upper thighs, the doll now settling her weight on his calves. Giving the rabbit just enough leeway to twist and buck his hips like crazy.

Though he seemed to be breathing a bit easier with the change in spots, didn’t mean he still wasn’t absolutely losing his mind here.

“ahh…ahahaHAHAHAHehe- ohkahahay! Okay! I’m sohohorry! Is that what you guys wanna hear?! I’ll bahahahack ohohoff. Juhuhust- JUST!!-“

“You sure all this is okay? He’s starting to seem a bit lightheaded.” Pomni asked, more than a little concerned at the guy’s state despite what he’d pulled earlier. She knew they didn’t technically need to breathe but that only means this situation must be really messing with him.

Ragatha looked up and stilled her hands before withdrawing them completely.

“Trust me, he’s fine. We’ve put his sorry ass through a lot worse. And he would’ve kept tormenting you until Caine came in to stop him so he deserves everything he gets.” She explained as she got up from her spot on Jax’s legs and made her way over to where Pomni was stationed over their victim’s head.

The brief intermission allowed Jax to gather his bearings and a bit of his audacity too it seemed like.

“Yohohou…*huff*… You two are going to regret this. D-Dohohohon’t think for a second that you won anything. After all there’s plenty of centipedes for me to-AAAAA!!!!”

That ungodly shriek was almost worse than the first one. The jerk didn’t even get to finish his little vow for revenge before Ragatha dropped back down to scribble, squeeze, and prob rapidly over her victim’s belly.

“I know you can’t fathom the feeling, Jax, but I was going to be nice and call it quits there. But you just don’t know when to. Shut. Your. TRAP!!”

Pomni couldn’t help herself from laughing this time. With nothing pinning the poor guy’s legs down, they were flying through the air in every direction while he screamed like a little girl.

Seriously, Pomni doubted even she could reach that kind of pitch.

The whole things was just ridiculous to watch. She was sure her ears were bleeding by now but she couldn’t help the full on belly laughter that forced its way out of her.

Ragatha looked over at her friend as she doubled over in laughter. It was at that point, Ragatha truly realized how ridiculous this entire situation was and that scowl she had permanently plastered on her face finally bloomed into a smile as she too began to laugh.

Another ear-piercing screech and they were both done.

The two of them simultaneously lost their hold on their victim as they fell to the floor, rolling and clutching their stomachs as bouts of laughter poured out of them.

Jax layed there for a while, absolutely mortified at this entire ordeal. He began plotting his revenge almost immediately, if only to keep himself sane while hearing those two &!$@%# laugh at him.

Okay, maybe he wasn’t fond of all the attention he received.

Just as the girl’s laughter was starting to die down, a voice boomed through the hallway.

“Terribly sorry for the wait, friends! It appears that there’s been a rather embarrassing oversight on my part! You see, I told the others that I’ve hidden five items but instead only hid four! The fifth one was in my POCKET!-“

Caine explained as he pulled a rubber duck out of his pocket. Stopping himself abruptly seeing the state his other three guests were in.

Was it that funny? The ringmaster asked himself at hearing the two girl’s laughter finally dying down. That was before he saw Jax, still sprawled out on the floor and decided he didn’t really want to know.

“Does this mean we forfeit?” Jax slurred lazily.

“Nonsense!” Caine announced, deciding to ignore the his guest’s disappointed groans. “This just means we have to start a new game! You all seemed to LOVE playing ‘Capture the Flag’ yesterday! So I thought, why not give it another GO-“

Ragatha threw her shoe at the ringmaster before he even finished his statement. Of course, this prompted another bout of laughter from both Pomni and Jax this time.

Unfortunately, Caine took all of that as enthusiasm and prepared their little field from yesterday.

Pomni wasn’t certain if those two were gonna bring their bad energy back on the field, not to mention Jax was no doubt itching for payback right about now.

One thing was for certain, though. Pomni was staying the &!$@%# out of it this time.

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dee-writes-angst · 4 months ago

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Faded Memories of Monarch Butterflies (Eris Week Day Two)

FEATURING Eris Vanserra x Single Mom Reader

SUMMARY you run into Eris at the market and can't help but fall into dark memories, at least, until a monarch butterfly lands on the tip of your son's nose.

CONTENT WARNINGS descriptions of domestic abuse, child abuse, eris was not a good daddy yall, childhood trauma, angst, hurt slight comfort, fluff (the holy trinity of pain and warmth).

AUTHORS NOTE happy day two of @erisweekofficial!!! Today is childhood and legacy, hope you enjoy! <3

You had seen him yesterday. A chance encounter, really—one you hadn’t expected in the slightest. There, in the bustling market filled with chatter and the scent of fresh herbs and flowers, stood Eris Vanserra. He looked out of place, as though the grandness of his title and position should have set him apart from the crowd. Yet there he was, woven into the mundane, like any other man shopping among the vendors.

You tried not to stare as you went about your day, selecting flowers to place in the windowsill of your small reading nook. The room needed a touch of life—something to brighten the space that had, over the years, become suffocating in its stillness. Your two-year-old son tugged eagerly at your hand, his energy infectious as he skipped beside you, his bright laughter echoing through the market stalls.

He had been ecstatic about the trip out, and his wide eyes drank in every sight and sound, marveling at the world beyond your modest apartment. It was rare you allowed yourself the luxury of such outings. After all, money was tight. Your husband had died before your son was even born, taken by the war that had ravaged your court. In the aftermath, you were left to navigate life as a single mother, your budget stretched thin in ways you never could have imagined.

But today, after weeks of counting every coin and making ends meet, you had finally found a little room in your account. It was enough to buy the potted plant you’d been eyeing for what felt like an eternity. A small indulgence, but one that felt like a victory—a symbol that, despite everything, you were still standing.

As you harshly tugged the lock on your rundown apartment door before leaving, ensuring it wouldn’t pop open while you were gone, you couldn’t help but feel a pang of weariness. Life had become a constant battle of survival. The weight of it all—your husband’s absence, the responsibilities that never ceased, the never-ending cycle of making do—had left you worn down. Yet here you were, pushing through it, trying to create moments of joy for your son.

And then you saw Eris.

You hadn’t spoken to him in years. Not since childhood, really. You both had grown up in the shadows of your powerful families, both burdened with legacies you never asked for. You’d run in the same circles back then—two children navigating the complexities of court politics and expectations, each quietly shouldering the weight of the future. You remembered him as a boy, sharp-eyed and clever, with a kindness he rarely let others see.

But that was a lifetime ago. Now, he was the heir to the Autumn Court, and you? You were a widow living in a cramped apartment, trying to make a life for your son.

Seeing him had sent you spiraling back into memories you had long tried to bury, memories as dark and suffocating as the closet you used to hide in. The market had faded away—the bright flowers, the chatter, your son’s laughter—all of it swallowed by the past.

You were a child again, small and trembling, your knees pulled to your chest as you huddled in the cramped space of your parents' closet. The door was cracked, just enough for you to see shadows moving outside, large and threatening. You could hear them—your mother and father, their voices rising, yelling, screaming in a way that twisted your insides. The words were sharp, cruel, each one punctuated by the sound of something breaking, something shattering. You flinched at every crack, every crash.

They were supposed to love you. They were supposed to protect you.

But instead, you sat there, shaking, terrified, praying they wouldn’t find you. You wished for the noise to stop, for the anger that boiled between them to just disappear. But it never did. It would go on and on, until their voices were hoarse and their bodies exhausted, until the house was quiet again, filled only with the aftermath—the eerie silence that came when they were too tired to fight anymore.

In those moments, you had learned how to make yourself small, how to become invisible. It was a skill you perfected over the years, hiding when the storm inside your home grew too violent, learning to read the moods, the signs. You stopped asking for comfort. You stopped hoping for a kind word or a gentle touch. And though the bruises never landed on you directly, the damage was done. You carried it with you, long after the yelling stopped, long after you grew old enough to escape.

But even then, you had never truly escaped. The memories clung to you, shadows that never quite faded. You could still hear the echo of your parents’ voices, could still feel the way your heart pounded as you sat curled up in that dark closet, waiting for the chaos to end.

Seeing Eris again had brought it all rushing back. He, too, had lived with shadows of his own, but in your memories of him as a child, he had always seemed so composed, so sure of himself. You had admired that about him. He never flinched in the face of his father’s wrath, never shrank into himself the way you did. But now, as you stood in the market with your son, the past seemed to blur with the present, and you wondered if he had truly been as unaffected as he appeared.

Because you hadn’t been. You were still that scared child, hiding from the people who were meant to love you, shaking in the dark. And even now, with a son of your own, you couldn’t shake the fear that you might repeat the cycle, that the shadows of your past would seep into your present and taint the life you had tried so hard to build.

“Mama!” your son squealed, the pure delight in his voice pulling you sharply from your dark thoughts. You blinked, your gaze drawn to him as he pointed excitedly at the small monarch butterfly perched delicately on his nose. It was a strange sight—out of season, impossible for this weather—and yet there it was, a little miracle of endurance.

The warmth of his joy stirred something in you, shifting the weight of your memories. The shadows that had clung to you moments ago receded, if only a little, replaced by the gentler glow of a different time, a memory that had somehow survived the harshness of your past.

“C’mon!” a voice called, filled with that same infectious energy. The boy with fiery red hair, eyes alive with mischief and laughter, tugged at your hand, pulling you deeper into the autumnal forest that surrounded the grand manor. His laughter echoed around the trees, as though he hadn’t a care in the world, as if the shadows that loomed over both of your lives couldn’t touch him.

“You’re gonna miss it!” he laughed again, the sound bright and full of life.

You followed him, your smaller legs struggling to keep up, your mind racing to understand how he could be so carefree. You’d seen the bruises on his skin, the way exhaustion tugged at his features, the same weight you carried. You had heard the furious shouts of his father from across the grounds, just as you had heard the angry voices in your own home. But still, Eris always smiled. Always laughed. He found a way to hold on to some kind of light, even when it seemed impossible.

He perplexed you.

How could he endure what he did and still find room for joy? You were no stranger to pain, but your instinct had always been to retreat, to hide from it. Yet Eris—he faced it head-on, and even more than that, he shared his light with you. Every time he’d find you sitting alone, curled up somewhere quiet, he’d drag you into this—into the woods, into laughter, into something more. He’d take your hand as if you were the most important person in the world, despite the fact that you were no one. Just the daughter of a councilman, with no great future or title.

And yet, he had always made you feel like you mattered. His laughter had a way of lifting your heart, of pushing back the dark corners of your world. He gave you something to hold onto, something to pull you out of the nightmares of home.

“We’re here!” Eris gasped, his voice hushed but filled with excitement. He tugged you down behind a thick bush, its prickly branches scratching against your arms as you both crouched low. You followed his gaze, peeking through the tangled greenery just in time to see a tall, elegant stag stepping cautiously into the small clearing ahead.

Its movements were slow and measured, as though it knew it was the centerpiece of this quiet autumn forest. The sun seemed to shimmer around its sleek form, the dappled light glinting off its antlers as it paused, ears twitching minutely. It sniffed the air, alert, but content as it lowered its head to graze on the soft grass below.

You held your breath, mesmerized by the scene. It felt like a secret shared only between the two of you and the wilds of the Autumn Court. Eris was still beside you, his amber eyes wide with awe, a rare moment of peace in his usually turbulent world.

But that peace was short-lived.

A sharp yelp pierced the air, and your head snapped to the source—Eris, whose hand flew up to his nose, eyes wide in panic. He scrambled back, nearly falling onto you as he tried to swat at the tickling sensation on his face. There, perched delicately on the tip of his nose, was a butterfly—a monarch. The same one you’d seen with your son earlier, or maybe its distant ancestor, fluttering just as boldly despite the chill in the air.

The stag, startled by Eris’s sudden noise, raised its head and bolted, disappearing into the treeline in a flash. You couldn’t help but laugh softly as Eris sat there, blinking in surprise, the butterfly fluttering harmlessly away.

Eris shot you a sheepish grin, the boyish charm that always managed to warm the coldest corners of your heart coming through in full force. He may have been the crown prince, heir to a brutal legacy, but here, in this quiet clearing, he was just a boy—clumsy, carefree, and for a brief moment, utterly at ease.

And for a brief moment, you felt the warmth of that light he always carried. Even in the wildness of the world, there were moments like this, when joy found its way through the cracks. Moments that made you believe, even if just for a little while, that the shadows didn’t have to win.

Your son’s giggles brought you fully back to the present, and you smiled softly, the ache of the past easing. Maybe that was the lesson you had needed from your childhood—the one Eris had tried to teach you all those years ago. That no matter how dark the shadows became, there was always some light to be found.

You watched Eris disappear into the crowd, his fiery hair catching the light for just a moment before he vanished entirely. It was strange seeing him again, and even stranger to feel your heart lighten at the memory of him. Days spent in the gardens and the forests of the Autumn Court came rushing back—days where the world seemed brighter, where the weight of your broken families had been pushed aside by laughter, by chasing each other through the trees, by simply being children. For those stolen moments, you had been free.

But now, as the crowd swallowed him whole, your heart ached with something deeper, something raw. Guilt crept in, an unwelcome but familiar feeling. You had left him behind, hadn’t you? For the sake of your own heart, you had chosen to walk away from the boy who had once shared his light with you.

Maybe you had convinced yourself you needed to find your own way, to escape the tangled webs of your family’s legacy without dragging him with you. Maybe you had thought it was the right thing to do, to protect yourself from a life that might mirror the one you had escaped from. But now, watching him disappear like a fleeting memory, you couldn’t help but wonder—had you made the wrong choice?

What if you hadn’t left? What if you had stayed by his side? Would you have continued to share in that light together, easing each other’s burdens like you had done in the forest all those years ago?

The thought lingered, twisting inside you as your son tugged at your sleeve, pulling you back to the present once again. You had chosen your path, and you had done what you thought was best. But as the shadows of your past threatened to close in, a part of you couldn’t help but wonder what might have been—what might still be, if you ever found the courage to face him again.

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(apologies for forgetting the taglist on day one, I wrote it before I got comments on the masterlist for Eris week and forgot to update it T-T)

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chukys-mouthguard · 2 months ago

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coincidence

the way you, told me the truth minus seven percent

featuring -> cam york x female reader

genre -> angst; illusions to cheating, mentions of cheating, cam gaslighting (?) the reader and just being a fuckboy

1.35k words

-> short n’ sweet masterlist

Boarding the flight and finding your seat, you couldn’t help but criticize yourself for not recognizing the signs sooner. The comments on Instagram, the numerous texts popping up with her name, Cam becoming more and more secretive about his phone. It was right in front of you this entire time, but you’d chosen to ignore it all because you loved him. Because you trusted him.

The Flyers were out of town for their California road trip, which several of the WAGS had made a trip out of as well. You unfortunately couldn’t attend due to a deadline you had to meet at work, but they’d been keeping you up to date on all things important via the group chat.

However, it was a text between you and Tyson Foerster’s girlfriend Katie that had been the most important you’d received.

She prefaced the soon to be sent photos by saying, I hate to even be sending these, but you need to hear this from me and no one else.

What followed were photos of Cam and the girl you’d convinced yourself was nothing to worry about. He was leaning in as he spoke to her at the bar, smiling ear to ear, her hand on his arm, the photos went on and on. Your heart sank and you knew you needed to confront him before the road trip was over. There was no way you would’ve been able to survive the next five days pretending like you’d not seen the photos just to wait to talk in person.

Luckily you’d met your work deadline, so you booked the next flight to Los Angeles so that you’d meet everyone on the next stop of the road trip.

As you got the hotel address from Katie, you tried to make a plan in your head. What would you even say? You felt dumb for trusting Cam when he told you she was just a friend from back home. That she meant nothing to him and he loved you. Seeing the photos, telling you he’d clearly invited her out because how would she know what bar the team would have been at. Seeing the way he smiled at her, how he allowed her to be so close to him, you’d felt like you were being punked. You wondered if any of the guys knew, if they were helping to keep things a secret for him. It made you sick to think any of them would do such a thing, but everything seemed questionable to you at this point.

Katie had texted you to try and talk you out of my conversations with Cam tonight, but you didn’t care to listen. You’d put up with the secrets and his hiding whatever he was doing with this girl for too long.

The Uber stopped out front of the hotel and you took a deep breath before climbing out. Practically shaking as you headed inside, hoping none of the guys would be around to recognize you. The last thing you needed was for Cam to be tipped off that you were there.

The ride in the elevator felt like it was never ending, your mind racing as you weren’t sure what you’d say to Cam or what his reaction would be to seeing you. The ding of your arrival on floor twenty snapped you from your thoughts as you stepped out. Slowly making your way to Cam’s room as you could feel your heart beating in your ears, your hands sweaty as you stopped outside of his door.

A light knock was all you could muster as you contemplated running away, but before your feet could make a move, the door was slowly opening to reveal a confused Cam from behind it.

“Y/n? Baby, what are you doing here?”

He slightly chuckled as he looked down the hall to see if anyone was around, taking your hand to quickly pull you inside.

He could see the look on your face, the hurt and confusion as you paced the floor of his hotel room. Not sure what to say, the words not forming properly as your mind was racing. Sitting on the edge of the bed he took your hand, his thumb tracing calming circles over your skin. But you quickly pulled your hand away, remembering what brought you here in the first place.

“What the fuck is this?”

Shakily you unlocked your phone before turning it to show him the photos you’d received from Katie. Your voice was laced with hurt as you tried your best to hold your composure, but the pain was beginning to overtake you. Looking him in the face, knowing what he’d done, it was breaking your heart all over again.

“Baby, she’s my friend from home. I’ve known her for years. You, you don’t think I was…I’m not doing anything in these photos that would ever give that impression. You think I’m cheating on you, with her?”

His response came with a chuckle as he swiped through the photos before handing you your phone back. His hand reached for yours as he sighed, hating to see you falling to pieces in front of him.

“Baby, please. Look at me.”

Through tear filled eyes you glanced up at him, his hands pulling you closer to him as he tucked some hair behind your ear with a soft smile.

“If you want to believe that I crossed a line, or did something I shouldn’t have. Then okay. But look at those photos baby, and I promise. I’m not doing anything inappropriate. My hands aren’t touching her anywhere they shouldn’t be. Her hands aren’t on me, I’m not kissing her. I’d never do that to you, you should know me better than that by now.”

As he pleaded his case you swiped through the photos once more, and he was right. At second glance none of the photos showed any evidence of cheating or Cam being out of line. Your heart sinking as you instantly regretted showing up the way you did, accusing him of such a thing. Maybe it was because you knew the bit of history the two of them had that made you assume the worst, but now you were sure Cam would have every right to be mad at you.

“Cam, I’m sorry. I just, I hate not being able to go on these trips. And I know the history you have with her, seeing her out at the bar with you all, it just. It didn’t sit well with me, and maybe I overreacted. It just didn't seem like some sort of coincidence, I was really scared you’d cheated on me.”

Cam stood up, smiling down at you as he kissed your forehead. Doing his best to reassure you that he recognized the honest mistake, apologizing that he’d even put you in such a position to begin with.

“It’s okay baby, I forgive you.”

Wrapping his arms around you he lightly rested his chin on your head. His eyes immediately falling to the dresser and his heart skipping a beat as he tried not to let you sense his nervousness.

“How about uh, you go clean up a bit in the bathroom. And we can just relax and watch a movie? I’ll find something that will give us a good laugh, yeah?”

Nodding with a smile you wiped your tears, giving Cam a kiss before you headed towards the bathroom. Cam quickly reached out to grab the lacey pink thong from his dresser once your back was turned, shoving it into his pocket until he had the chance to stash it somewhere you wouldn’t see.

“Cam, again-“

You turned around before disappearing into the doorway of the bathroom, Cam looking back to you with a smile as he rubbed the back of his neck.

“Yeah baby?”

“I’m really sorry. I love you.”

Cam sighed softly as he nodded, his hands pushing deep into the pockets of his sweats without you knowing of the secret he was quite literally holding in his hand as he echoed the sentiment.

“I love you too baby.”

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Miss Lucifer – Part One

Jake Kiszka x Lilith (f!OC) x Josh Kiszka

3000+ words

What happens in Berlin, stays in Berlin…but sometimes the outcome of the most whimsical ideas can alter the course of your whole life. Sometimes, you need to be shown the end of the road to be able to take it.

Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction, intended for adult readers. Any resemblance to real persons is purely coincidental. Also, if you're under 18, go find some other entertainment elsewhere.

Warnings: alcohol consumption, masturbation, allusions to violence, whiplash, emotional whiplash, otherwise not much yet, BUT let me warn you in advance – Part Two is going to be intense – oral and penetrative sex, fingering, substance abuse, kidnapping (of sorts), hallucinations, manipulation, dark forces etc. (full list tomorrow)

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Inhale…exhale…inhale…exha...ouch! Fuck!

There are certain very various benefits to the use of yoga…none of which you’ll be able to experience when both the body and the mind simply protest against your conscious efforts to feel better.

God knows Josh consciously tried, but this was no use. Nineteen rounds of Khatu Pranam completed, and he still felt like shit. The original goal for today was twenty five repetitions, but now he feared that continuing with this might actually make it all worse. The strained muscle was just the tip of the iceberg. His whole body, weakened by the lack of sleep and a nauseating hangover, was held hostage by that nagging, guttural feeling which he just couldn’t fully comprehend, no matter how hard he tried. That outward grumpiness that even transformed into an unfortunate fit of rage yesterday, was caused by an underlying anxiety that was griping at his guts lately. That much he understood, even though the others didn’t. The question was why he was feeling on edge all of the sudden. Everything was fine! Nothing had changed, right? Well, seemingly…

So, with the final huff, Josh returned back to the Vajrasana position and tried to stretch the stiff neck one more time. However, as soon as he tilted the head to the side, the sharp, stabbing pain in his upper trapezius made his face twist in discomfort. What started as a simple case of a strained muscle developed into some sort of psychosomatic ache that felt like a pinched nerve, even though their physiotherapist said it was fine. Oh the irony, and a truly hilarious cosmic retribution for striking Jake’s nerve…

At least the guitar survived, otherwise he probably wouldn’t.

It had been a long time since they last let the shit escalate like that instead of just telling each other to fuck off. He was fast enough to duck when the blow came, so thankfully, he wouldn’t sport a black eye on Wednesday. Perhaps too fast, though, jerking his head to the side with such abruptness that eventually left him with aching muscles and a throbbing headache. Add it to that underlying unease that caused all this mess, and he suddenly understood why the rockstars of yore often resorted to demolishing their hotel rooms.

Touring was both uplifting and stressful, but usually, the positive aspects of the whole experience prevailed. And when things got tough, they always had one another. Not this time. They were no longer teenagers with just one goal in mind. Things had changed. The fleet had been splitting.

Ever since they landed in the Netherlands a few days ago, Josh just couldn’t shake off this unreasonable irritation that made him jump down everyone’s throat, and even though yesterday’s show was a success, the trip as a whole was slowly turning into a shitshow. Jake’s bad temper mirrored his own, and neither of them cared to ask what was wrong. The tension between the two of them proved to be contagious, bad mood eventually spreading like plague in the confines of their bus.

They checked in the hotel just a few hours ago, arriving relatively late as they had decided to spend the night in Landgraaf to fight off all the remaining effects of jetlag. Not that it helped much, because no one slept after the show. At least it gave them sufficient excuse to spend most of the ride in their bunks.

They all left the bus in silence this afternoon and went their separate ways into their separate rooms, leaving what started as a petty feud pretty much unresolved. Now it threatened to turn into a real problem, like a festering pus pocket underneath what looked like a minor blister. What next…

He tried to make sense of it all, but this train of thoughts only made his head spin. Still kneeling on the floor, with his forehead pressed against the exercise mat and his arms outstretched, Josh let out a heavy sigh, feeling the tears welling behind his closed eyelids. He recognized the feeling. It had been years since he had his last panic attack, but it was unmistakable. Whimpering, he smashed his fist down on the floor, trying to fight it. He had been looking forward to this leg of the tour, really. There was absolutely no rational reason for him to feel this way…or to behave the way he had, which meant like a jerk, basically.

Irrational reasons shouldn’t get overlooked, but he didn't feel fit enough – both mentally and physically – to psychoanalyze them right now. Right now, he just wanted …no. Needed to numb himself down a bit. Again. As the exercise didn’t help, he’d better just get wasted. Again. Yeah.

So, a time for some tea, perhaps? With whisky, of course. Or, better yet, whisky with tea. Honestly, the tea was just a fragrant cosmetic enhancement to make the whole process of getting shitfaced seem more sophisticated. Also, it’s important to stay hydrated. But who was he kidding? He’d drink cheap rum right from the bottle if he had to, even though he hated that shit. Anything that would make both the pain and the restlessness go away would be good, and tomorrow’s hangover be damned, just like today’s. If only someone just poured it down his throat so that he wouldn’t have to move a muscle. Oh yeah, laziness should be added to the long list of “what-the-fuck-is-wrong-with-you”. It was debilitating.

It was the growing darkness that finally forced him to move, booze or no booze. He had laid the mat down during golden hour, with the sun illuminating the hotel room floor with muted orange light, creating a much needed illusion of peace that however lasted for only a short while. As the evening progressed, the room was getting increasingly darker minute by minute. Another orb was now illuminating the walls, still bright and powerful, as it had been a full moon just two days ago. Its silvery gleam felt a bit oppressive at the moment. Not really helping much. He couldn’t stand it, to be honest. So, grunting in effort, he finally got up from the mat and dragged his sore body towards the minibar to check on the supply, switching on the armchair light on his way. It instantly filled the room with a mercifully pleasant warm glow.

The minibar proved to be a rockstar’s dream, and amply stocked with tequila, too. However, Josh’s mind was somehow already set on whisky this evening and there were a few shots of Tullamore Dew in that magic mini fridge. He had never tried that one before, so to hell with tea. Smacking his lips in anticipation, he unscrewed one of the mini bottles and emptied its content down his throat, while trying not to tilt his head too much in fear of another spasm of pain.

The effect was immediate, as Josh hadn’t eaten much during the day. Low appetite was obviously another one of the symptoms of his crankinesiosis. Right now, he was in fact thankful for it, with the heat quickly spreading through his chest. He could even feel it tingling in his groin area, which gave him some new ideas on how to spend the rest of the evening. He took two more bottles from the fridge, nestled down in the armchair and helped himself to a second shot. It quickly gave him a bit more intense buzz. With it came a brand new wave of emotions, though. A melancholic yearning for something seemingly unattainable was probably the most prominent one. You’re hopeless, Joshua Michael. Just hopeless. Quickly, think of something more agreeable.

A threesome. As soon as the vision appeared behind his closed eyelids, invisible hands started stroking his bare torso, making his head spin in a pleasant way. Two imaginary fingertips pinched his nipple while another hand traveled down his stomach, making his abs tighten in anticipation. Without even knowing how that particular idea entered his brain, he quickly started palming himself through his yoga pants in a desperate attempt to chase the feeling. Yes, this was it, and he got rock hard in seconds. Pulling the waistband down, he started stroking himself in earnest, twisting his wrist in an excruciatingly slow motion every time he reached the already leaking head. He needed this to be intense, but he also needed it to last for a while. The vision didn’t, though, as he got distracted by a loud, shattering noise coming from the other side of the wall. Jake’s room. After that, he was once again left all by himself.

Opening his eyes, he noticed for the first time that the large mirror which was propped against one of the walls was in fact facing the armchair, ergo him. What a sight. He was a handsome guy, he had to admit. Modest when sober, but exhibiting a healthy amount of self-love everytime he fed his head. Preferably through the senses.

He wondered briefly what would happen if he just took his phone and recorded this. A king of the bitches, holding his big and shiny scepter. Parted lips and shuddering exhales. His heavy eyelids, partially covering the dark and shiny windows into his already inebriated mind. What a giant fuck off to everyone who ever mocked him it would be. A permanent ban from Instagram too, but not before he’d cause a tumult. The idea made him chuckle. Of course he wouldn’t do it – to Sam and Daniel – but a man can dream. He’d love to see Jake’s reaction…

His daydreams about turning into a real enfant terrible were suddenly interrupted by the sound of someone assaulting his door. He tried to ignore the first cannonade of knocks. Whoever it was and whatever they wanted, Josh was sure it could wait until tomorrow. Can’t a man jerk off in peace? A few seconds passed in tense silence. Tilting his head back, Josh started stroking himself again when the pounding noises resumed, making his heart jump.

“Open the door, asshole!”

Jake… Well, so much for a little, healthy dose of solitude. Tucking himself back in his pants, he slowly got up to let his brother in.

“Speak of the devil,” he muttered, his hand still clutching a door handle. That confused Jake for a second, making him look over Josh’s shoulder to see if he had company, but the room was empty. “Talking to yourself again? So nice of you to keep thinking about me while…doing whatever you were doing.”

Nostrils flaring, Josh didn’t try to conceal he was not amused. “Yeah, be sure that me, myself and I are absolutely not happy to see you. What do you want, Jake?”

“I’m bored.”

“Cool. What makes you think I care?” Josh asked, while taking notice of Jake’s current attire. Rugged but fancy.

Truth be told, so was Josh. Bored, that is…and then some. That simple word could serve as an oversimplified explanation of what was really going on. Jake was just the first one to realize that. The next step was to realize what might have been wrong with his brother. Their trips overseas used to be filled with almost childish excitement back at those times when everything was new… the four of them exploring new horizons and learning new things. Together, they witnessed their lives changing abruptly, and living through it all. That was no longer true. No longer boys, they were somehow on their own now, getting emancipated, and more and more sticking to a routine of their “established” career. Josh secretly hated that. He needed people, just like he needed new impulses. And he cared about what others need too, one of his biggest fears being that others would no longer need him…

“I don’t want you to care, I want you to go out with me,” Jake retorted, still feigning indifference. Without any further explanation, he just moved past Josh, who was still standing in the doorway, and beelined straight to Josh’s minibar. He either did not notice or chose to ignore the telling bulge in Josh’s pants, which was merciful, given the circumstances.

Jake did notice. He just paid it no mind since he did the same thing just fifteen minutes ago, while his own mind was trying to fight off the vivid and intrusive (and – let’s be honest here – satisfying) images of him throwing his twin out of the window. Jerking off was simply the first thing he tried when he needed to clear his head and release some tension, so it was pretty understandable that Josh resorted to the same self-treatment. Imagining killing each other was acceptable. Dicks were indeed magical instruments, with their own cognitive functions. Are you happy? Well, just choke the chicken and make yourself feel even better. Are you tense? Sad? You know the drill…

Except it didn’t work this time. He successfully emptied his balls and it felt really good for a few seconds, but things remained broken and his own mind was still reeling, just like Josh’s. Still both angry and distracted, he accidentally knocked down a whole tray with heavy whisky tumblers, almost cutting his left hand in the process. That’s why he finally decided to bite the bullet and come here. With a plan.

He poured himself a drink while Josh unscrewed the third whisky, sat on the corner of his bed, and gestured for Jake to get on with it, whatever it was. Jake took a deep breath, then sighed, took a sip, and finally started talking.

“Look, I don’t wanna fight. I’m sorry for yesterday. I totally understand.”

“Understand what?”

“Your concerns. I’ve been asking that question myself.” Josh just kept watching him, as the realization hit. He didn’t have to ask what question, a mere look was enough. At first his breath hitched, but he could feel the knot in his chest loosening just a second later. Jake’s sole presence and that silent communication between them was enough to clear the fog in his head. Fucking twinning. If only they weren’t so stubborn. Jake answered anyway: “Where do we go from here.”

The next album was almost finished, new lore already forged and a new path just set. But even though it was all done and ready to be presented to the world – or maybe because it was done and ready – it somehow belonged in the past, not the future. They had already moved past it, they just weren’t sure where they were heading.

Josh nodded in understanding. “You’ve changed.”

“Well, so have you. And that’s cool. I mean, we’re bound to…but it just feels that we’re approaching a fork in the road and I think it scares me. I don’t want us to move separate ways. At least not just yet, and definitely not because of some stupid disagreements that could be repaired easily if we just tried. Maybe it will become inevitable one day, but I think we still have a lot to say. Together. See, I lied. I do want you to care. And I’m sorry if I ever made you feel otherwise. I guess we both know that some things probably need to change. Let’s just go and find out what it is.” With that, Jake exhaled explosively as if he had been holding his breath the whole time. In a way, it felt exactly like that. At last, he could take a breath…

They remained silent for a minute, Josh now lying on his back with his legs still dangling from the bed, Jake still standing by the minibar, watching Josh examine the blank ceiling. Jake knew Josh was just thinking about what he had just said, so he waited patiently.

“So, where do you wanna go?” Josh asked finally, still immersed in studying the intricacies of bland white coating above him. He wasn’t ignoring what Jake just said. They both knew he acknowledged it, and this was his way to tell Jake he too was willing to do something about it. A small black spot right above his head suddenly moved, which threw the switch for his train of thoughts momentarily. Was it a fly or a tiny spider? He couldn’t tell in this lightning…How come they don’t fall? If he were high, he’d probably laugh, but intoxication didn’t work that way. It just made him realize that it was about time to stop being a prick. He closed his eyes just to refocus, then looked at his brother, indicating that he had his full attention at last. It was a cue for Jake to answer.

“I don’t know. Just… somewhere. Night life beckons,” he said, rubbing his chin, which indicated there was more more on his mind.

Josh wasn’t entirely sure that getting wasted together was the right thing to do right now, as it didn’t work yesterday, or the day before, but he succumbed to the idea. If nothing else, agreeing to Jake’s whim would be his own peace offering gesture, albeit weak. “Ok,” Josh sighed. “Lemme call Richard...”

“Don’t. Let’s go alone. Just the two of us.”

Josh sat up abruptly, eyeing Jake in disbelief: “Now? And in Berlin? Are you out of your mind?”

“Exactly. In Berlin. Why not? We’ve been here before, but we haven’t seen much. Let’s just experience some different aspects of the city…or this country. The Dark series version of it, maybe, I don’t know. Raw emotions, mystery, real human history…that includes queer history,” he paused dramatically, which made Josh roll his eyes. “It’s all there,” he gestured towards whatever was there outside the window, then continued: “ We’ve been here many times before, in fact, and all we’ve got to know so far are just some Oktoberfest gimmicks…and we already know that from home. No wonder we feel stuck. This is just one example of many, but let’s start here and now. I mean, let’s experience something new. Let’s get uncomfortable. This is a perfect opportunity.”

Josh just shrugged. His mood had already improved enough to be able to have a normal conversation, but not yet enough to agree to this. “I’ve enjoyed the Oktoberfest version so far. Jugs of beer… huuuuge boobs…I like feeling comfortable.” He chuckled when Jake gave him his oh really look. To demonstrate his point even further, he raised his hands up and wiggled his fingers, as if trying to squeeze a pair of imaginary boobs, while rolling his eyes like a madman. “Jiggling. Pillowy. I like that.”

“Yeah, whatever…so are we going? I promise we’re gonna find a decent pair of comfortable soft tits for you to knead so that I can finally indulge in some real, adult shit.”

Josh lay down again, shaking his head in disbelief, which only made Jake roll his eyes in annoyance. “C’mon Josh, that’s exactly it! I’m sick of this chickenshit. We’re grown men, for fuck’s sake.” When Josh didn’t respond, Jake put his glass back on the tray with a clang and gruffled: “Fine, I’m going by myself.”

“Jake, wait!” Josh scrambled from the bed in an attempt to stop his brother from leaving without him. He sighed, resigned: “Just give me ten minutes, tops.”

Thirty minutes later, they finally left Josh’s room and were off to the bowels of the city.

Part Two

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