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scara-meow-che · 1 year

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Dainsleif's dick being infused with abyss energy(?) like his arm-

Like yea Tartaglia's last form's dick, yeah Ito's oni dick, yeah zhongli's dragoon dick,but what of Dain???? That shit must be magical 😩

⦿ 𝗡𝗢𝗪 𝗟𝗜𝗩𝗘 ┃ eyes up here princess with dainsleif

CW. NSFW (MDNI), big dick! dain, fem! reader, use of words (princess), established relationship, teasing, first-time sex, implied oral, sex w/out penetration (thigh job and dick job? is that even a thing? idk, just read it to find out), dirty talk, magical dick (i am NOT sorry), mention of abyss princess lumine

AN. the new archon quest 🧍🏻‍♀️ it felt like a fever dream and it's a whole ass year again before we get to see this man so i am making it my mission to let him and his abyss-energy-fused dick live in my mind rent-free. also, if the anon that sent me this is still here to witness me posting this, hello :D this took me by surprise bcs i planned it to be short but here we are ig

it wasn't every day that you get dain's attention all to yourself.

you would often see him somewhere, busy, as always. sometimes, you would find yourself conversing with a few locals when dain tries to do things on his own as he would reason out that it's for your own safety. or you'd be up and about some part of the region searching for the abyss princess as to what he currently puts as his top priority.

these repeating turn of events would, most of the time, make you question whether you really matter to him seeing as he's always invested in things unrelated to you or what interests you. you don't ask too much from him but sometimes, a little attention would be nice, or have him answer all the questions that run inside your head.

yet, when dain would see that familiar expression painting your face as you make your bed for the night, he would put everything on hold and indulge more in what you'd request. he does make up for you, well, you have no complaints when he does because he'd always be there in a heartbeat for every beck and call.

hence why you're laid out on your bed, legs spread out with him toying with your already sore clit.

the idea of having sex had never once danced in between each conversation you'd have with dain. you'd rather spend the time to catch up on each other's day and sort out a route to where you both want to go next. it never fazed you when some people asked how your relationship with dain is going, not even bothered when some old women from liyue dramatically gasped as you've never been that intimate with your lover.

as the tension builds up throughout the months of overhearing people gossiping about their partners or be the victim of a drunk local telling you the tale of their sexual escapades, it draws out some images in your head. would dain be like the same as those oni's you've heard about? or have an impressive length similar to this one tale about a dragon lord? heck, would he have a dick that grows unrealistically big just like with the harbinger that you've heard about?

but who fucking cares anyway? you're about to get the real deal right now.

"what a curious mind you have there, princess." dain mindlessly mused as he press soft kisses along your thighs, leaving you breathless as he presses himself closer to your aching core. you can feel the heat from the big hard tent on his pants as he rubs himself to the dampness of your cunt. "i thought that eating you out could already satiate your pretty little head but you still want... what? what is it that you want from me again?"

he taunts, amused when he hears a cry from your disheveled form. "ah, didn't i say to tell me if you want something?"

"but it's embarrassing to say it!" you can't even fully reason out how humiliating it is for you to casually ask him that you want to see his dick as you let out another moan when he lightly thrusts his clothed cock on your core. he doesn't even let up, continuing his cruel pace in rubbing his aching dick on your already sensitive clit.

"p-please! i just, a-ah, want to see your d-dick!"

"say what again, princess?"

having enough of his teasing, you went to give your best in bending your body just to reach the big tent on his pants. "i want to see your dick dain and... i want you to fuck me, please."

you can feel a rush of heat all over your skin, your eyes quickly darting to the side to avoid dain's amused pair. a chuckle was all you heard before you felt his hands gently laying you down back to bed. in response to his pleased titter, you scoffed and gave him a quick glare.

"i'm sorry but you're just irresistible when you're so honest with me." he paused as he takes a sharp intake of air when he pulls out his leaking cock from the confines of his pants.

your eyes widen at the sight. no, it's not because he's as big as what you heard like the one of an oni or he has that delicious curve like that of the dragon cock but it's because the hue is unlike any other, the dark blue pulses as beads of white litters on the tip. fuck, when dain gave his dick a quick stroke, you can see how it grew a bit larger in his palm.

you drool just by imagining how it would feel inside of you.

"eyes up here, princess." he gave your thighs a light smack, pulling your attention back up before you felt the cockhead rubbing so gingerly on your little nub, smearing your cum on your lower lips.

"you're so eager for me, huh?" he can feel you trembling the more he pays attention to your aching core, gliding the head back and forth your lower lips, enough to push the head inside your hole but easy for him to just pull right back out. he's testing out the waters, waiting for more of your reactions and he could only see you enjoying yourself being please with the tip of his dick.

"just look at you, so wet and ready for me." and you are, feeling your arousal pool and spill right out of your needy hole while dain keeps making a mess out of it. your hips desperately buck right up, chasing for the head but he kept you pinned down on the soft mattress as he continues teasing you.

"dain, please, want to feel more of you." your hand went to grab his arms, giving it a light squeeze that you knew would get him to listen to you.

but it did the complete opposite.

"didn't you say that you want to see my dick?"

before you could argue back, dain had gently straightened both your legs upward, his strong arms locking you in place before pushing the dark blue cockhead in between your thighs. "been wanting to do this for so long," he uttered with a low groan, his body shivering when he thrusts his cock in the middle of your soft flesh, the rushed and hasty movements of the head prods at your clit. "you look so pretty like this, just letting me use you."

you gasped for air when he purposely prods at your puckering hole, angling his abyss-energy-fused cock to dive in and out of your thighs. your eyes caught a glimpse of how each streak of white glow, the nerves pulsing as he ruts himself so needily on you.

"so keep your pretty eyes on me and maybe, if you managed to do so, i might just give you what you want."

and you did, you desperately tried your best to keep looking at dain and just watching how he use your thighs to get off. it was a rare sight to see dain lose himself, tottering over the warmth and softness that covers his dick.

at first, he was scared that he might scare you off, thinking how unusual his cock looks. compared to what he thought you'd prefer to see in between your legs, about to rail the innocence out of you, his was far off the scales.

but when he saw your eyes almost sparkled when he pulled out his dick, hands so damn eager to touch him, and both your lips spilling out how much you want more of him just sends him over the edge. his pace quickened the more he stares at your needy form, enjoying the way your eyes fluttered close whenever he brushed against your hole before proceeding in sliding his cock back on your thighs.

"i'm so close, fuck, you feel so good 'round me like this, princess." and fuck, yes, you can feel more of his pre-cum ooze around the head and coats more of your already slick skin. it felt so dirty, so filthy to watch him fuck himself with your thighs and you felt dirtier when you were enjoying how his large dick, fused with the same abyss energy as his arm, slides back and forth your thighs.

"cum for me please," you whispered, urging your lover to release his load on your skin. within seconds, dain stopped his thrusts as he buried his cock between your legs, pressing it tighter as he shoots his load on your flesh, slowly having the thick globs of his cum drip down on your core.

while dain goes to steady his breathing, you went to open up your legs to see how much cum had covered your body, the scent of sex causing your head to fizzle out that you had nothing in your mind but the need to see his dick filling you up.

dainsleif was shocked when you went to reach out for his cock, the keenness in your eyes captivating as you focused on his dick.

"wanna see how it looks as you fuck me." your request came like a cry, a whimper of desperation. and you can feel the way dain's dick twitched on your hand.

you're going to be the death of him.

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henneseyhoe · 9 months

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Freaky Girl

Tyrone x BLACK!FEM!reader

WARNINGS:real ghetto. Y’all know Tyrone a hood nigga anyway. Spit(obvi), Short, not a complete smut buttt it’s still nasty.

SUMMARY: Tyrone gets the rest of his soul taken(if the government didn’t already do that for him)

Ps.I lowkey wanna make this longer into a full smut but idk lmfao

(Gif cr: @tishrivers <3 )

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Music with bass boomed through the car crowed street, the neighborhood cul-de-sac he pulled up in being as active as the hood usually is. The place wasn’t run down, but you could tell a couple illegal activities took place here more than often. He was no stranger to environments like this at all though. He grew up around it. Only problem was, this wasn’t his hood, so he was careful.

He made sure not to wear any alarming colors, even leaving behind the blue flag he’d usually wear in the back of his pocket, hanging out for any nigga to see. Not tonight though, he wasn’t even trynna be on that. A nigga couldn’t imagine getting clapped in somebody else hood just for wanting to get some pussy from this fye bitch a few blocks down. He honestly could have just walked, but he wasn’t feeling the idea of freely walking somewhere without his ‘heat’. Especially not around no damn crackheads.

Speaking of said ‘fye bitch’, she was in all honesty more than that, but he knew nothing apart from how some cornbread fed ass shordy he met at a party a month ago wanted what he had in them dickies cargo pants. She was pretty, both street and book smart, but the important part was that she was down for whatever a nigga offered.

He had heard about her around before, but he never really looked into why she was talked about other than the fact that she, again, had a fat ass and use to deal with some known nigga from across the states. Last reason he didn’t give a fuck about actually. All he thought about was if she knew how to take dick or not.

He exits his car and locks it, making his way into the neighborhood fully with a gangster lean in his walk. Like he had something in them pants that could cripple a bitch. All he could smell was weed smoke and burning wood. passing by residents and other guests who had came there for completely different reasons. Feeling cautious, he clutched his belt anytime he felt eyes on him. You could never be too careful.

Finding the girls house, he shakes his head at the hot pink painted front door, making it the only one to stand out apart from all of the other duplexes.

Laying a knock on the door, he leans against the porches iron railings and waits, which felt like forever in his case, though it was only a minute that passed. The door swings open, revealing the thick girl in boy shorts and a cropped tee that was fitted against her breasts, the deep split in the middle already giving him a show. It was obviously cut after being bought, the bottom of the shirt being tacky with loose threading that reveled a bit of her under boob.

“Bout time, nigga. Thought they got yo ass or sum” she moves from the door to let him in, walking back to wherever she came from. He walks in, his eyes fixated on the movement of her ass in those shorts. He couldn’t wait to see how it moved without the shorts restricting her.

He blew off at her comment. “Got? Never that, that ain’t me. A nigga had other things to do, shordy”

She turned to him, her eyebrows cockily raising. “Better than me?”

Silence was passed around with that question lingering around his head, a smirk tugging at the side of his lips as he thought, kicking the door shut with his foot then reaching for his belt.

“Hell nah”

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“Fuck—suck that shit” he exhaled, milky white smoke floating from his lips as he slowly leans his head back and entangles his hands in the girls Fulani braids. He was deep down her throat as if there was nothing blocking him from going further, and she was taking it. Imagine throwing a sausage down a hallway.

She licked and sucked along the shaft of his dick like it was hydrating her, her only goal being to get him off at the moment. Pulling him out of her throat, her hands wrap around his thick, long pipe, stroking him while her tongue worked on his balls, using her spit to get it sloppy, how he liked it. She used so much spit that the waist band of the front of his pants was wet down to the zipper.

He could still hear the loud trap music from outside and his high was hitting just right, making the music seem like it was put into some kind of filter. Like his brain chopped and skrewed it for him, his own remix featuring the wet sounds of the girls throat swallowing him whole.

She continued to slurp him up, shamelessly looking up at him with her beautiful slanted eyes, her wispy, recently done eyelashes complementing the shape. Usually girls teared up when giving head because of the pressure, but Y/N? Not one tear could fall from her eyes while doing one of her favorite things; getting some cut.

Feeling him pulse in her throat, she smiled with him still there. He could only look down at her in awe, taking another hit of his blunt to refill his lungs , but to also distract him from busting already, though that was the inevitable once she hallowed her cheeks and tightened her lips around the base of his dick, sucking like she was attempting to pull the nut out of him, which didn’t need much of an attempt since he was already ready to bust back to back in any hole she offered tonight.

He gripped the couch cushion underneath him with his hand, almost dropping his blunt as she sucked up and swallowed every bit of the sweetness he gave her. Not being able to take anymore of the suction, he pulls out of her mouth with a grunt, his hand moving down to grip the base of his dick as more of his essence spurted out onto her plump lips till that was all he could give from that one session.

“Gahdamn” he sighed, still holding himself until the sensation of her mouth went away, leaving his dick continuously bobbing up and down in jerks just from the sight of her. She only hummed out a soft ‘Mmmm’ as she rubbed the rest of his nut along her lips, giving it a gloss like sheen. That made him go crazy, starting to get him hard all over again. Her tongue danced on her fingers, moving the muscle up and down her middle finger and swirling around the tip of her long and exaggerated acrylics.

They were red and curved, decorated with white painted on flowers. It reminded him of the designs back into the 90s.

Standing to her feet, she removed the crop top she wore, releasing the gift given to her by whatever woman who birthed the freak. He would have thanked her momma if he knew her.

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Me cause I had that damn song on repeat while writing this 🤭

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httpknjoon · 7 months

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(re)starting over again | kth; 11

plot | Your four-year relationship with Taehyung was going well and strong. Until he was involved in a car accident, resulting to him losing some memories. By some, it means everything that happened five years ago. Things he remember? His friends, his bakeshop, and his ex girlfriend from the past. With that, you tried to keep up, restarting over again.

words | 2.8k

genres | fluff, angst, amnesia au

pairing | taehyung x reader

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note | AAAAND WE'RE BACK! it's been a month since the last update! consider this as a new season for mc and tae :)) u might find this chapter a little fast-paced or not idk.. let me know ur thoughts! enjoy reading <;3 ps. sorry for the errors!

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A couple of years passed, two to be exact, and a lot of things happened. The bakery became more crowded. It was renovated and had a larger space instead of moving the entire bakery to another place. They began hiring extra help, usually part-time working students who used to be customers in the shop too.

Also, turns out that Jimin has a kid. Taehyung met Jihoon just a week after his best friend learned about his existence. Jihoon is a carbon copy of his dad, Taehyung thought. His eyes disappear when he smiles. Now, they have a little baker running around the kitchen usually on weekends.

Aside from those changes, Taehyung now lives in a studio apartment just a five-minute walk away from the bakery. He moved in just weeks after you left. The said apartment is not that big, just enough for him to rest in after work. Jimin commented that he treats that place like a hotel since Taehyung didn’t really personalize it to make the ambiance like a home. The whole place was plain, not even considered minimalist. Just plain. The walls were untouched. It was off-white when Taehyung came and it remains the same now. He didn’t really bother to invest anything in the place.

The house you two bought and lived in is still being taken care of. By him. Taehyung cleans up there once a week, just in case you reach out to visit home again and maybe talk about what to do with it. And when he feels like it, which is almost rare, he sleeps on the couch in the living room. He never really entered the guest room, which became your bedroom after the accident, except the time he got home after Jisoo and Namjoon’s wedding. That room was spotless, just like how you left it. The only things you left that night were on your vanity table; your house keys, the vintage pearl ring he bought you back in the flea market, and a folded paper.

The letter says, “Feel at home, this house is yours too. Paint the walls with the colors you like, buy new furniture, and fill the frames with new memories. Just please don’t sell it. I’ll try to reach out as soon as I can. For now, live the last years you missed.”

He never painted the walls with another color as he found the shade of blue that spreads around the house perfect. He never bought any furniture and still kept the same ones you had. He thought it fit the theme of the house and his preference. And yes, the picture frames show the same photos they originally had. It felt home that way for him. But he chose to move to the apartment because he always felt like he was missing something. The house is cozy and comfortable. But whenever he tries to lie on supposedly his bed, it feels empty. Once, he tried playing jazz music around the house, but it just got lonelier so he turned it off and just continued cleaning.

But he did try to keep up and look back at the things he forgot through his friends and the things he found at the house. Jimin, Namjoon, and sometimes Jisoo were patient with his questions. Jisoo, your best friend, was understandably distant from him at first after you went away. But she adds details to the stories Namjoon tells and later, became amiable with him. Jimin’s mom still looks after him and brings him food when she visits the city. There were a few times she mentioned Taehyung’s mother but he didn’t really care about her. So he ignores it.

“You know, you’re a handsome man. Don’t you have any lady?”

One of their common customer, a man in his seventies once asked him. It was not the first time someone asked him such a thing. He always shakes his head with a smile as an answer. It would lead later with an offer to meet someone they know. Taehyung would shyly and kindly decline these offers, saying he really doesn’t feel like dating for now. It’s true. The idea of him dating someone else felt wrong. It was like his own body rejected the idea as he felt uneasy with that thought.

“So, it’s that time of the year.”

Taehyung was pulling his third pan of cheesecake out of the hot oven with his oven gloves when he heard Ava, their longtime part-time staff, say that. She sounded amused but not surprised. He looked up and saw her leaning on the door frame with her arms crossed. She had a smug smile on her face.

“I swear, you should just declare this particular day as Cheesecake and Banana Bread Day just to make it official,” she added, teasing.

Taehyung looked at her, unimpressed, “It’s selling. In fact, my cheesecakes are one of our best sellers here… What are you doing here anyway? Go back to the front.”

He scolds her, she just rolled her eyes, unbothered. Ava was one of the students who knew Taehyung even before his accident. She went from being a loyal customer to a reliable staff of the shop. She has been enjoying the pastries in the shop ever since she was twelve and now, sixteen, she also enjoys getting into small banters with her older bosses. She is usually candid, and not shy to share her thoughts. Taehyung sees her as a little sister most time.

Given that she began working here after you left, Ava doesn’t really have an idea why Taehyung bakes a few batches of cheesecake and banana loaves on this specific date. She doesn’t know you and that you are celebrating your birthday today. Taehyung learned about that fact after his phone notified him weeks after you went. Since then, he has baked your favorites on your special day.

It’s the third time now. It’s probably a slim chance but he hoped to see you around the bakeshop, enjoying pastries. But so far, he hasn’t seen you around. In fact, he hadn’t even heard from you ever since that night. He thought he saw you a year ago in the subway when he came to Incheon to go sightseeing, but he lost you before he could take a second glance. He didn’t know where you moved since he respects your space but he wondered if you really moved that far. He wonders about you every now and then.

Jisoo posted a short clip in her Instagram Stories months ago. It’s just a clip of a long trail and he swore he heard you in the background noise of that clip, telling your best friend how tired you are from hiking. Then, the clip ended.

“Not because it’s best selling you would make a ton of it. It’s something about demand and supply– I don’t know,” she conceded, breaking Taehyung’s train of thought. “Anyway, I’m here because someone called on the phone, asking for you.”

Taehyung’s heart stopped for a second. His hopes almost blasted out of his soul but he tried to stay calm before asking Ava, “Who is it?”

“I don’t know. But it’s a woman. They said they want to specifically talk to you.” she replied, unaware that the man in front of him was holding his breath. She continued, “They are actually waiting on call right now.”

Taehyung almost sprinted to the front desk of the shop. Still in his mint green oven gloves, he reached for the telephone. His heart is beating fast while his gut is twisting tight. He paused when he realized he had nothing to say. He doesn’t know what to say if it’s you. Are you going to talk about the house? Should he greet you with Happy Birthday first and offer you your favorite cheesecake? Maybe you won’t like– Stop.

Taehyung took a deep breath before exhaling. He spoke, “Hello, this is Kim Taehyung, co-owner of The Sweet Spot. How can I help you?”

“Oh, hi.”

His heart dropped. Okay, relax. He told himself. It’s not you.

There were nights when Taehyung would find himself awake. And tonight is one of those nights. He just lay on his bed, staring at the blank ceiling. He always had trouble falling asleep, maybe a side effect of his accident. He doesn’t know anymore. But he knows that it makes his head go crazy with random thoughts when times like this happen. And now, he thought of something.

That’s when he picked up his phone and keys, along with his coat. He drove away from his apartment.

The bell above the door rang when he entered the convenience store to pick up a few beers and chips. His cold hands stayed in his coat’s pockets as he looked around the store, waiting for the clerk to scan his stuff. Just when the worker was about to say the prince, the bell clung again.

“No, wait. I’m just really hungry. Wait for me… Yes, I have money here.”

Everything went quiet and suddenly all that he could hear was that voice. Your voice. He’s sure of that. He looked back and saw a woman’s back going into one of the aisles. His heart raced once again. You’re here?

“Dude, you okay?” the tired clerk asked, looking at him with heavy bags under his eyes.

Taehyung looked at him, and broke out of his headspace, “Yeah, yeah. I’m sorry.”

He pulled out his cash and paid. He can still hear your voice like you were talking with someone on your phone.

“Do you want anything– Oh, the honey-butter chips I want ran out of stock.”

Taehyung looked at the chips in his hand. He looked at the clerk who also looked at him like they understood each other without saying anything. Taehyung placed the chip back on the counter.

“Just give this to the girl,” he whispered before turning his back.

He didn’t look back. A cool blow of wind brushed on his face when he walked out the door. For a second, he inhaled and exhaled again to calm his nerves. He got in his car, putting the pack of beer on the other seat. As he started the car, his eyes landed on the side mirror.

Yes, it’s you. Definitely.

You just walked out of the same store, still on your phone, as you walked away grinning with your honey butter chips. You walked on the other end of the pathwalk. Taehyung pursed his lips and drove away.

His lips remained sealed but his head was exploding with questions. That was the closest he had seen you since the night you said goodbye. How are you? Why are you in the city? Did you live around here? It can’t be. Jisoo told him you left the hospital you used to work at.

Instead of driving back to his apartment, Taehyung ended up parking in front of your deserted house. He had his beer with him as he turned the key on the doorknob. He stepped into the said home feeling colder even though he still hadn’t removed his coat. He placed the drink on the center table in the living room and plugged in the TV for background noise. He put on a random show, which happens to be FRIENDS.

Opening a can, he sat on the couch, pulling a couple of books he left under the same table. Photo albums and scrapbooks. You never told him such things exist in here, he just found them after cleaning around the house. It was personalized by you and him. He could tell by the design and handwritten captions.

Almost everything was documented through photos and other knick knacks like receipts from a movie you two saw together. Browsing through the pages of it, it felt like looking at other people’s relationships even though he was in the photos himself. In one of the photos, he saw himself with a camera. He didn’t even know he had one. He tried searching around the house for it but he never found it.

You had more solo portraits in the said books than him. He figured out why. Maybe he really loved capturing you as his subject. You looked the same in every picture: happy and in love. Most of your pictures were candid, taken without you knowing. Then, a handwritten date by him will be seen below it. Each photo was adorable. Some are just random ones. You were brushing your teeth or showing off your colorful scrubs (which was written in the caption: BOUGHT HER YELLOW DUCKIES SCRUBS I THINK SHE LIKES IT).

Taehyung spend his sleepless nights like this, looking back at what he missed. He read through articles before that the possibility of getting his memories back is a hit or miss. So he learned to just go on and maybe accept how things became. He tries to move forward at the same time he tries to look back. It’s quite confusing sometimes.

IT’S HER… I’M SURE

That was the caption in one photo of you dating just weeks after you two moved into this house. In the picture, your back was turned as you sat in front of your vanity table. You can be seen fixing your hair while looking at your reflection. Taehyung’s eyebrow raised with the caption. He wondered what it meant. He turned the page to the next one but was greeted with nothing but a blank page. Turns out, that was the most recent one.

“The main branch of their restaurant is somewhere in Incheon. I’ll send you the address after the call.”

Taehyung listened to Jimin through a loudspeaker call. His hair is still damp from a shower. Standing in front of the mirror, he compares two coats that would suit the rest of his outfit. He felt the need to look presentable tonight.

“You will meet the owner herself, Ashley. She said you can just introduce yourself to the host and he’ll lead you to your table… Ava kept the samples in the shop. She said she put them in different Tupperware so you can spot it right away.” Jimin instructed.

“Okay, okay.”

He heard his best friend sigh on the other line, “I’m sorry for the short notice, Tae. I totally forgot Jihoon will be staying with me tonight.”

Tonight, Taehyung will be meeting a special client. It’s the one who called a couple of weeks ago, during your birthday. it‘s a big restaurant that is planning to put the bakeshop’s products on their menu for dessert. Specifically, the cakes. The head chef was the one who brought up their product to the owner, whom he will meet now. Jimin initially agreed to meet the said client but his co-parenting schedule had some shifts. Just an hour ago, Taehyung learned he’d be the one meeting the client. It’s not like he had plans anyway. So, he immediately prepared himself.

After picking the clothes, Taehyung blow-dried and brushed his hair. His best friend sent the main address minutes later and so he left his apartment. He first drove by the shop, which closed a little earlier today. A lot of cakes were made for sample. It includes Jimin’s Carrot Cake, his own cheesecake, and six other more. Taehyung left with a brown bag of the samples.

His fingers tapped with the beat of the song playing on the radio as he drove his way to the restaurant. It was a peaceful night on the road.

This will be the first time Taehyung will be going back to Incheon since that time he went sightseeing. He stayed there for just three days before, it was days after his phone notified him about your supposedly fifth anniversary. His emotions were all over the place because of the aftermath and the demanding work in the bakeshop around that time. So he asked Jimin for a very short break. He still hasn’t got a car then so he took the subway throughout the whole time. It was during his last day there when he saw a glimpse of you in the crowded subways of that city. He remembered you were in your scrubs, your hair was cleanly kept in a low bun, and you were walking opposite of his direction. Then, he blinked. You were gone in the crowded place.

“Good evening, sir.”

Almost forty minutes later, Taehyung arrived at the restaurant, Starry Night. He was greeted by the host as he entered the elegant place. It has a great ambiance, romantic. It is a fine-dining restaurant and seems like a perfect spot for dinner dates.

He said his name when he was asked. And while the man looked down at his guest list, Taehyung’s eyes traveled around the place. And not even a minute in, his eyes stopped at someone who he felt had been staring at him.

His eyes widened at the sight. A stunning woman, clad in a black dress, stares back at him with surprise. His mouth ran dry, he had to gulp. Now, he’s sure. He’s sure.

It’s you.

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fanofstuff02 · 22 days

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Part 2 of Adam being stuck with Valentino AU is here. Sooner than I expected I would release, but I’m not complaining. No one is obsessed with this AU more than me >:]

Read the first part and then read this if you’d like, but this starts as more about how Adam sold his soul to Valentino. Maybe this would work better as a first chapter, idk

16+ like Hazbin, also Valentino and his behavior in general

Tags: @woah-why-i-am-here @rius-cave @talesfromawannabejournalist @candyhoiic (hope you don’t mind) @puparella @fightinsoda

Tagging everyone I saw wanting a fic about this again @i--metamorphic--i @helena-hyena

Again Tumblr, I warn people from the start. Please.

Zoe presents and wishes you an awesome day/night!

“So, let me clear the air.” Adam said, scratching the base of his horns. He was sitting on a chair at the porn producer’s office. “You offer me to play on your fuck-movies, and in return, you’ll pay me?”

“Of course! And a place to stay if you need.” Valentino said and smoked his cigarette. “You don’t have to show your face if you don’t want, pretty sure my partner can design something for you.”

The first man bit his lip as he thought about it. It didn't sound too bad. Sex was his old job anyway, why wouldn't he just let it be again? This time he would even get paid in return. He needed a well-paying job. If he didn't pay him 8,500 within a month, that red mafia prick would hang his head permanently on his wall like a fucking painting. And no one else in this goddamn place wanted to hire him. On the other hand, this guy wanted him to fuck anyone he wanted. Including guys. On camera.

“I don’t think it’s..” Valentino looked at the first man. He knew he needed to play big to get him. But he couldn’t let him slip away from his hands. He could make him rich!

“You should go if you aren’t interested. I guess I had a wrong impression about you.”

“Wait-“

“I’m deeply sorry. I thought,” He dramatically said, smoking his cigarette “The first man wouldn’t have problems with sex. I guess your tool is not that great at all.”

“Hey!” Adam said, his tool had nothing to do with that! Not to mention it was the greatest!

“No wonder both Lilith AND Eve left you. I guess Lucifer WAS better.“

“Do you DARE to question how good I’m on bed? I had a ton of fucking kids!” He growled.

“Mmhm. Sure.” Valentino grinned. He was sure that if he used the first man's old insecurities against him, he would volume down the voice of his brain’s rational part. His rage was bubbling and leading him to make the choice he wanted. He could read it all over his face. Who would’ve thought Voxxie’s cameras would actually work on important shit? He thought to himself.

“Fine. I’ll work for you. But for the record, I want on paper that I will not work without the mask.”

“Deal!” Valentino said happily, summoned a pink glowy contract out of thin air and hand it out to the sinner with a pen. Adam read it quickly, it seemed normal. A few days off a week, paying him %58 of their earnings from the movies and monthly enough amount of money and other shit. He signed his name under it and felt something inside him change. Like there was something moving. He wanted to puke, but he held back.

“Excellent!” Valentino said with a wide grin. Why was he was so fucking happy? Because he gained a new whore? He didn’t knew nor care.

“We usually start on 1 pm, but i wanna see you on 11 am here tomorrow. Don’t be late~” He purred, carresing Adam’s hair. It made him uncomfortable. Maybe this was a bad idea. Shit, it definitely was.

“Okay.” He said and walked away to the door, glad that he wasn’t near that creep anymore.

— Five months later —

“Hey Adam. Can we talk? On your room?” Valentino called for him as he entered the studio.

“What’s the matter, Val?” He spoke and he entered his dressing room with him. Their director was also there, smiling as if he knew something Adam didn’t. He hoped this wasn’t that kind of ‘talk’.

“You became quite popular in the media y’know, everyone wants to watch your films. I guess the fallen angel concept was something everyone didn’t knew they needed. Your movies almost outsell Angel Dust's.” Valentino smugly said.

“Angel Dust?” He said, surprised as he remembered the spider demon he used to wa- ahem, see on the streets of hell when he was still an angel himself. Then one day, Lucifer’s brat showed him as a proof for her stupid “redemption” idea. It didn’t seem too stupid now though, if someone could fall, maybe someone could rise too. He had a vague memory of him fighting against his army. He didn’t had a personal hatred against him, but he was hating him as equal as he hated the rest of that hotel. Maybe a little less but still.

“Yes, my dear. Angel Dust. Travis!” He called to his director. “Bring him here!”

“Okay sir!” He rushed, still grinning.

“Why did you ask him to bring him? Why is HE doing that anyway? He asked.

“Ah, there you are.” Valentino spoke softly as Travis came inside with a curious -and slightly scared- Angel Dust, ignoring him.

“Val? Why did you-“ His eyes went wide as he saw the first man standing next to his boss. He did heard about Adam working here, he was left in pure shock when he saw one of his posters. He’d never expect to see that guy as a pornstar and just hoped that he won’t stumble to him. But there he was. His surprised state became anger in a short amount of time and he bared his teeth at the other demon. Adam did the same as he gave him the finger.

“Angel, amorcito! I’m assuming you know our newest bestselling actor!“ Valentino said and he looked at their faces. “Isn’t he such a cutie?”

“What do you want me to do, Val?” Angel asked, trying to keep his calm.

“Hmm, goin straight to the point I see. Okay. Since you are the top-selling sluts I have, I want you two to make a movie together.”

“WHAT?!” They both yelled.

“I’m sorry, but I am not fucking this! I have my standarts!” Adam angrily said, pointing at Angel.

“As if I am so curious about you, dickbag!” Angel crossed his arms and rolled his eyes.

“Suck your own dick!”

“Eat a horse ass!”

“Are you two done? We have a job.” Travis said, though he seemed to enjoy this. Maybe that was why he was grinning later.

“Valentino, I can’t work with him!”

“Me neither!”

“Well that’s a shame, because I want you to do so. Now get ready, my whores.” He smiled to them, although it was clear that his temper was rising. “Get out, Travis. Prepare the stage.”

“But-“

“I wo-“

“DO WHAT I SAY!” The moth demon snapped, summoned both of their chains and yanked them to himself, almost causing them to fell down. “I asked you to do, and you will! I don’t want to hear any complaints!” He turned to Adam and threw him to the wall, scaring the shit out of him. “You, are going to fuck him harder than you ever did to anyone, either until your penis hurt or I decide it’s good enough. Got it?”

“Y-yes.” He shook his head violently, panting. He didn’t want Valentino to hit him like he did last week. Or him to lock him in his room for five days and give him water out of a dog bowl just so he wouldn’t die of thirst.

“And you,” He kept the chain on Adam’s neck, dragging him but he turned to Angel. “You are going to be under him for the next hour, or even for the following one if I think you aren’t moaning enough. Or you want me to make you do so?”

“Okay, Val.” Angel too looked panicked.

“Glad that we came to an agreement.” He chuckled and let go of them both. “Now collect yourselves! We have a looong shot to make!” He left Adam’s room as if he did nothing to them.

Adam looked at the spider demon. He couldn't help but feel sad towards him. No, it was more than just feeling sad. It was empathy.

He shook his head and tried to keep his old self.

“Get up, cunt. Let’s get this over with.”

—Continuing where we left off on the last chapter—

“Ungh..” Adam blinked slowly and held his head. There were stars dancing in front of his eyes. This was the last one right? He thought so. He hoped so.

“We’re done for today!” He heard someone shout behind him and a title on his mask. “LOCK: OPEN”. Good. Now he could go to his room and get dressed and get the thing on his fucking head off. He thought to himself. He took a few steps before he almost fell down, but a blurry pink figure hold him by his waist.

“Woah woah woah, you good there?” Angel said, looking concerned.

“Everything hurts…” He mumbled as he struggled to open the lock of his mask.

“Come here.” He helped him to get to his own room and sat him down. Luckily there wasn’t any Valentinos on sight.

“Can you..?” He dazedly pointed the lock of his mask.

“Sure.” He pressed the Voxtech button on the left to close the mask permanently, opened the buttons on the behind of it and took it off. There was Adam’s super tired face. There were bags under his eyes and his hair was messed up. How the fuck was his little beard was tangled?

“Mhhhh..” He groaned and looked around. “Where are we?”

“My room. Want me to get you somethin?”

“You’re the best Angel.”

Angel get up and went to his own bar of alcohol. There was only one. Of course, he was tired as fuck too, but he guessed today did serious damage to his friend. He had mentioned Val ordered him to film two different movies that included the fair use of his wings and he knew how much he hated people to touch them. “They are pretty banging, I know. But they are too fucking sensitive.” He felt anger as he thought of what he said. Oh, just what would he do to that motherfucker if he had the chance.

He turned back to Adam with the booze bottle on his hand. The demon’s head was in his hands.

“Here, I have this. Do you think you can walk?”

“Yeah yeah, I’m good.” He took the bottle and drank it down. Almost in one shot. He wiped his mouth, then flapped his wings lightly in order to bring them some comfort. “How ‘bout you? I bet he made you get fucked by three guys at once.”

“Three? Don’t be ridiculous. It was five.”

“Do you think this will ever come to an end?”

“I don’t think so.”

“Me neither. Lets go.”

“We’re still in our robes.”

“Right. I forgot.” He stretched. “Meet on the outside?”

“Yup.”

“See ya.” He walked away to his room to get dressed. When he was done, he got up and walked to the entrance. Good thing world decided not to spin anymore.

ITS HERE!

Would you believe if I said I worked on this for hours? And still not had enough?

Also, I know Adam definitely bottoms men, but Val just markets him as a ‘top bad boy’ and makes his and Angel’s movies a stereotypical gay porn in order to answer the pleadings of horny middle aged women

It’ll continue. Seriously, you would not believe me if I told you how much shit I have for this AU.

#hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel adam #hazbin adam #hazbin hotel angel dust #hazbin angel dust #hazbin hotel valentino #hazbin valentino #hazbin hotel au #holydust #anyone get the referance?

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s0ftb1tch12 · 6 months

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i may not be able to write out actual fanfic but i can put out ideas that scratch my brain and make me scream into the void

being hazel callahan’s passenger princess and going on night drives when you both can’t sleep

going to zoos and aquariums where she rambles out fun facts on her favourite animals

staring at the chains around her neck so often she notices and buys you matching ones (same thing with rings, even better if they’re from brittany’s jewelry business)

movie marathon dates under a blanket fort complete with fairy lights, fluffy blankets, and snacks

fidgeting with each other’s hands while having long talks about whatever

i’m a FIRM believer in cocky!hazel after a few months of dating. once she knows you’ll stick with her for the long run, she’s not as nervous and acts more flirty (lingering touches, cheesier words, etc)

she may not be able to cook but she’ll surely try and learn your favorite foods (i think she’s more of a baker since baking is kinda like chemistry and we all know how she feels about explosive reactions)

on that note, i do believe she’s top of her class in chemistry or physics (thinking about her tutoring you in those subjects but those study dates eventually lead to makeout sessions)

that kiss scene towards the end of the movie and the fact that she wears rings really inspired me,,, y’all know where this is going probably (i NEED someone to write this desperately because i ain’t seen it anywhere and i’m down BAD)

literally any member of band!gf x loser!gf (i’m talking bassists, guitarists, drummers, lead singers)

those fics with cheerleader gf x loser gf !!! smth i haven’t seen with this trope yet is cheerleader gf surprising her with her strength, carrying her princess style

goth!gf x nerd!gf: her letting you do her eyeliner like yours, sitting in her lap as she lies down (like this 😩)

bimbo!gf x loser!gf: your average oblivious hyperfem with her awkward masc relationship, even better if bimbo!gf wears heels often so she’s taller than hazel who is at perfect height for forehead kisses (usually leaving lipstick marks that she doesn’t notice until pj basically screams and points at it)

hazel carrying a bunch of chapstick or hair ties in her backpack in case her gf forgets hers

thrifting dates because slow fashion is important

as a sanrio girlie, i think hazel would love pompompurin and his little hat

hazel acts kinda like a little golden retriever so she would definitely get along will with dogs but i like to think she’s a cat person, cats fucking LOVE her and she is always feeding the strays on her block

hazel is a tea girlie and yes she does have fun facts about them (chamomile became v important after her parents divorce)

hazel likes simulation games like stardew valley and role playing games like baldur’s gate (she spends hours making her character) (yes this is self indulgent because i love bg3)

she loves handmade gifts; make this baby a mug, crochet her a sweater, paint her a picture and she will melt

soooooo many trinkets on her shelves (god i wish we saw her room in the movie)

she def has a less common pet (reptiles, bugs, rodents [like ferrets])

a bird would be nice for hazel if i’m being honest, she talks to it everyday but especially after a bad day (like when pj dismisses whatever cool thing she wants to talk about at lunch and changes the topic by talking over her)

idk what else to say rn but best believe that my brain will rot again because the gay shit will not be going away any time soon

#bottoms movie #bottoms 2023 #hazel callahan #hazel callahan x reader #ruby cruz #down astronomically bad #hazel callahan fanfiction #hazel callahan fluff #hazel bottoms #hazel callahan x you #sapphic #wlw #hazel callahan imagine #hazel callahan x fem reader

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loweya-blog · 7 months

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I once had a dream where Obey Me Lucifer and this random woman who was a painter had a slow burn romance. Like he legit busted into her house one day due to a teleportation prank caused by Satan (or mammon? Can't remember) Basically she demands that Lucifer act as her model for a while since he accidentally destroyed one of her paintings. I don't remember why he agreed. Dream logic I guess.

Anyways he ends up spending over a month with her as she got to use him as her model. Their relationship turned from slightly aggravated to good acquaintances by the end of it as they learned more about each other. Eventually, she says his debt is paid off and he is free to return home.

A few years later they meet each other again at an Art Gallery. They have a weirdly cute interaction where Lucifer is disguised for some reason and asks about the model. In a coy, I'm going to ask questions about it anyway. There the woman admits that he was the most beautiful man she'd ever painted. Her worst mistake was ever letting him go.

Idk what happened next unfortunately. Cut to years later, they reunite at a high class party. She's a middle-aged now but a successful artist who has raked in a large amount of money. Lucifer and her have a discussion on the balcony as the reminisce about the old times, so very long ago.

Here, he confesses to his growing attraction to her. She painfully points out that he had always been slow to move, even during his modeling years. The woman had feelings for him since the moment she saw him but knew better than to expect him to return those affections. And now he suddenly was? It was almost unfair.

She told him she had spent half her life pining for him, and was too afraid to spend the rest of her life pining for a demon who would never truly look her way.

Then it ended and left me on a cliff hanger so I was pissed.

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paigeswrld · 1 year

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Heart of Ice pt. 3

Azriel x reader

Thank you for all the love on this series, this is the last part. Tbh.. idk how to feel about this. I don't think i like it. :/

Warnings: Angst... Idk i think that's it

WC: 3.4k

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Walking up to the River House, the memories of the last dinner plagued your mind. How were you supposed to face them? So many things went wrong that night, and you still hadn’t figured out what you were going to say to them. You were sick to your stomach with nerves, not sure if you could manage to even eat something right now.

You turned to the winged male next to you, arm still locked with his, “Az, I don’t know if I can do this.”

He stopped right before the door, dropping your arm and turning to fully face you. He took your face in his hands as he said, “Yes you can. It’s one dinner and if you decide you never want to see them again, you don’t have to. I’ll be next to you the entire time.” He gave you a small smile, and you tried to steady your shaky hands.

You could do this. For Az, you tell yourself. For him, you’d brave a thousand dinners. You take a deep breath, and you two walk through the door.

***

Walking inside, everything looked as it did a few months ago, only there were a few new paintings in the hall. You were wringing your hands as you walked through the long hall, looking through all the paintings. There was one painting for each of Feyre’s new family, Cassian and Nesta, Elain and Lucien, Feyre and Rhysand with Nyx, but as you got to the end you stopped, Azriel slightly bumping into you. At the end, a portrait of you and Azriel hung in a beautiful gold frame. This certainly wasn’t there last time you were here. In the picture Azriel was staring down at you, a smile on his face, as you laughed at something. You were sitting at the pond you two often visited. Your eyes began to water at the beautiful picture before you.

Az grabbed your hand as he stared at the picture, “Feyre asked me to show her some of my memories with you, she claimed it was to see how you were doing. I didn’t realize she wanted it so she could paint it.” He wiped a tear that had escaped your eye, “She really does miss you. And she feels extremely guilty.”

While you knew she should feel guilty, you couldn’t help the tightening in your chest at his words. She truly missed you. You had always thought Rhysand and Az only said that to spare your feelings. There was still one thing you didn’t understand…

“Why’d she paint the two of us together? I mean, I know she painted everyone that’s together, but we aren’t.. you know. Why not paint us separately?”

You swore you could see a flash of sadness in his eyes as you said that. He tucked a piece of hair behind your ear, “I think she knows how I feel about you, and thought that we deserved our own painting.”

His confession sent your heart racing even more than it already was, and you were sure he could hear it. You stared into his eyes, praying to the Gods that he was saying what you thought he was saying. “And how do you feel about me Az?”

He took a step closer, eyes still burning into yours, your chests brushing each other as he cupped your jaw. Slowly he began to lean in—

“There they are! Rhys there in here!” A booming voice sent you two jumping apart, whirling to see who interrupted you.

It was Cassian.

Suddenly you remembered why you were here, and who you were about to see.

Az cleared his throat, "Sorry, we were looking at the paintings and got distracted."

Cassian had a smug smile on his face, no doubt aware of what he interrupted. "I can see that. I'd leave you to it, but there are people waiting to see you Y/N."

What you would give to walk up and smack that proud smile off his face. Azriel grabbed your hand again, and with your head down and your cheeks red, you let Cassian lead the way to the sitting room.

Everyone was standing and staring at you as you walked into the room. The intense stares you were receiving were more than uncomfortable, and you only wished you could crawl into a hole and never come out.

Az must have sensed how uncomfortable they were making you, because he sounded rather annoyed when he said, "One would think you all have seen a ghost with the expressions on your faces."

It was Nesta who stepped forward, giving you a slight nod, "Forgive us. I'm sure you can understand that after the events of last dinner, we are a bit hesitant to approach you."

It took everything in you to tamp down the anger rising in your chest at her words, "Don't worry, Azriel has been a great teacher and I have full control of my powers now. No need to worry about my ice impaling anyone, so long as you don't provoke me." A small smile played on your lips, and you felt Azriel tense behind you, his shadows creeping up behind you.

Feyre stepped forward then, gripping Nesta's arm to keep her from responding. "I'm glad to see you doing better Y/N. Thank you for joining us. Dinner will be ready soon." She motioned for everyone to sit.

Azriel brought you to one of the couches and sat on your right, and Mor gave you a small smile as she sat down on your left. There were hardly enough seats, and Lucien and Elain sat on floor pillows. You looked at Rhysand and Feyre, who sat on the couch across from you.

Rhysand tried to ease the tension by asking how training has been for you, and slowly you fell into easy conversation with the group. Azriel's firm hand on your knee stayed a reminder that should you want to leave at any point, you could. You tried to relax as much as possible, but Amren's sharp eyes had stayed on you since you'd walked through the door. You weren't entirely sure what about you had her so worked up that she was ignoring Varian's attempt at getting her attention.

Finally, dinner was ready, and to your dismay, you were sitting at the heart of the table, right next to Amren. Not even Azriel's presence on your other side was comfort enough. You tried your hardest to focus on answering any questions directed towards you and eating the food in front of you, no matter how difficult it was to get down.

As dinner finished, you found yourself back in the sitting area, wine glasses in hand. You were just starting to feel comfortable when Feyre stood up and looked towards you, "I'm going to check on Nyx and make sure he's still asleep, would you like to come with me Y/N?"

Azriel squeezed your hand in encouragement as you looked up at her, "I- Yes, I'll go with you."

She linked arms with you, and you could practically feel Azriel’s pride as he smiled at you.

Feyre led you both up the stairs and, to your confusion, a small balcony overlooking the Sidra. "I thought you were going to check on Nyx?" You already knew why she had brought you out here, but still wanted her to admit to the small deceit.

"I am, but it was more of an excuse to talk to you alone. I'm sorry for pulling you away from everyone."

You merely blinked at her, allowing her to continue, "Y/N I am so sorry for what I said to you the day I left for Under The Mountain. It was cruel and untrue and I never should have let you sit with what I said for so long," She turned to you with tears in her eyes, but you only stared out towards the river, watching the water rush by, "After I came back you were so distant and there was so much going on, I kept telling myself 'I'll talk to her later, after things have died down' but it just got worse, and I was too scared to apologize."

You clenched your jaw and looked toward your sister, tears stained her cheeks. You willed your voice not to shake, to stay strong in front of her, "That's still not an excuse. Even after what you said to me, I still was ready to follow you wherever you wanted to go. I would have done anything for you, but you pushed me to the side. I needed you Feyre. I needed help, just like you got help, like Elain got help, like Nesta. Instead, I was ignored by all of you and left to figure it out on my own. Why were they important enough to help but not me? Why wasn't I worthy of that help?" There it was. The question you had been dying to ask her. Why weren't you worthy of her, of her family?

She reeled back as if you'd slapped her. You supposed it had finally sunk in just how much her cruel words had affected you. "Y/N you were never unworthy of that. You were never unworthy of anything. I just... It was selfishness, on my part. I convinced myself that you didn't need me, that you could handle yourself, like you always did. I just wanted it to be over, for things to go back to normal, so I told myself that you didn't want or need my help. I was too scared and too selfish, and for that I am deeply sorry."

Tears are running down your cheeks, your attempts at wiping them away were futile. Despite her apology, despite her confession and acknowledgement of what she did, you still weren't sure it'll be enough. "As much as I want to, I still am not sure I can forgive you. Not yet at least. I promised myself though, that I would try," You turned away from her, back towards the river, "not for you, or for Nesta, or Elain. I promised I would try for Azriel, because I know if he had to choose, it would be all of you that he would pick, and he's too important to lose."

Your hands were shaking at your confession, and you prayed she wouldn't tell him what you said, or find some way to use it against you.

She sucked in a deep breath, "I'll take what I can get from you," she paused then, glancing at you warily, "Does he know?"

Your heart rate picked up and you licked your lips as you asked her, playing dumb in hopes that she wasn't referring to what you think, "Does he know what?"

"The mating bond. Does Azriel know that you two are mates?" Her tone was no longer friendly as she turned to look at you again.

You faced her, putting on an emotionless expression, "No, I haven't told him. I was waiting for it to snap for him." Only a partial lie. Yes, at first you were waiting for it to snap for him, but then you were worried that if things didn't get better between you and his family, he would reject the bond and choose his family over you.

She stiffened at your words, “you need to tell him Y/N. You can’t keep it from him forever, it’s not fair to him. Besides, Rhys and I have already figured it out, Amren has too. It’s only a matter of time before everyone else does and decides to tell him. I was furious when I found out Rhys didn’t tell me, and left for a week after finding out. I don’t want the same for you.”

You knew she was right, and the queasy feeling of guilt settled in your stomach. “I know I need to tell him. I’ll do it soon, maybe tonight, I just need to work up the courage.”

She reached over and squeezed your fidgeting hands, “He loves you, we can all see it. There’s nothing to be nervous about.”

While you knew that was likely true, you still couldn’t help the voice in your head that told you you weren’t good enough. That you’d never be worthy of Azriel and all the good he brings to your life.

***

After talking with Feyre for a little while longer and checking on Nyx, you made your way back to the sitting room to join everyone. You couldn’t help but feel slightly awkward considering the fact that everyone knew why you two had left, and were likely curious on if you two had made up. You weren’t entirely sure of that answer.

The night went on, and you found yourself leaning closer and closer to the Shadowsinger the more tired you got. You couldn’t help but let out a yawn, though you tried to hold it back.

Azriel leaned close whispering in your ear, “if you’re ready we can go. It’s your choice when we leave.”

You squeezed his hand as you looked up to him, your heart warming at his careful attention, “Yes please. I’m falling asleep over here.”

He gave you a small smile before standing up and extending a hand to you, and turning to the others, “Thank you for having us, but I think it’s time for us to go.”

Cassian was the first to say goodbye, clapping his brother on the shoulder and giving you a tight hug. Elain came up and squeezed my arm and said quietly, “I’m glad you came. I hope we see you again soon.” You could only muster a small smile.

Nesta didn’t bother to move from her seat as she gave you a nod goodbye, and Amren did the same before giving you a knowing smirk. It was Feyre and Rhysand who walked you two to the door.

Before you could turn to leave, Feyre pulled you into a tight hug. Pulling back, she kept her hands on your arms, looking at you with hope and question in her eyes, “Will we see you again for dinner next week?”

You hesitated, unsure of what to say before settling on, “I’m not sure yet,” her eyebrows began to furrow and her face fell before you continued, “but I’m not saying no.”

She smiled slightly before Rhysand looked at you kindly and said, “We’d love to have you there Y/N. You are always welcome here.”

You said your thanks before Azriel and you headed out the door.

***

The entire walk home was silent. You were too lost in your thoughts to talk as you went over ways to tell Azriel about the mating bond. It was time and as much as you hated to admit it, Feyre was right, he needed to know. So you spent the whole walk thinking about what you would say to him when you got back to your apartment, and how he would react.

Finally you made it inside, Azriel following behind you. You opened your mouth to speak, but Az spoke first, “I’m proud of you, you know. Even if you never want to see them again, you got through it. I’m proud you did that for yourself.”

His eyes were soft as he looked at you, a gentle smile on his lips. You looked down at your fidgeting hands and said softly, “I didn’t do it for myself. I probably would have chickened out if that was the case. I did it for you, Az.”

He stepped closer, cupping your jaw so you looked at him, confusion evident in his face, “Why?”

You knew what he was asking, why am I more important? Why would you stay for me but not yourself?

You stared at him, there was no better time than now to tell him, but you couldn’t stop your hands from shaking as you led him to the couch and sat down, his hands still in yours. “I care about you a lot Az. More than I care about myself—more than I care about anyone, really. I know I should’ve told you this earlier, I’m so sorry for not telling you earlier…” you looked at him then, his face blurry from tears that hadn’t yet fallen. From the look on his face he still wasn’t sure where you were going with this, so you continued, “We’re mates Az. You’re my mate.”

His grip on your hands tightened and his eyes went wide before his face turned hard. “You—you said you should’ve told me earlier… how long have you known?”

You swallowed, your voice slightly raspy as you responded, “I’ve only known for a little over a week, but I’ve had feelings for you for much longer than that. I know I should’ve told you as soon as it happened but I was scared, and I was afraid you’d reject me.” That wasn’t the entire truth, you were also scared he would choose his family over you, should you decide you wanted nothing to do with them.

“I don’t buy that for a second Y/N. I think I’ve made it pretty clear how I felt, so why’d you really keep it from me? Why’d you wait until after we had dinner with everyone to tell me?”

Of course he could read you, and knew you weren’t telling the truth. He’s the spymaster for a reason. You pulled your hands away from him and pulled your knees up to your chest, looking away from his hard stare as you said, “I didn’t tell you because I wasn’t sure if I’d ever be able to forgive my sisters, or stomach being around them. I knew you’d have to pick if I decided I wanted nothing to do with them, and I knew you’d pick them. So, I waited– I agreed to go to dinner and told myself that if I just played nice, pretended everything was okay, it would be enough. I did it all for you, because I know how important your family is to you.” Tears were falling down your cheeks and as you looked over at Azriel you could see the wetness of his tears on his face.

He scooted closer, pulling your arms away from around your knees, and pulled you into his lap. Both of his scarred hands cupped your face, wiping away the tears. “I’d pick you, love. A thousand times over I’d pick you, because never in my life have I met someone so perfect for me, so selfless and kind and absolutely beautiful– inside and out. If you decide you don’t want to see them that’s okay, I'm willing to make it work. I’ll see them for missions, for work, but I don’t have to go to dinners, or out Rita's with them. It’ll be just me and you, my mate, my best friend.”

You smiled through your tears, placing your hands over his. “I would never ask that of you Az. That’s your family, and you’ve known them far longer than you’ve known me. What happened… I’ll get over it, my sisters and I will figure it out like we always have. We will work through it, but It might take a while, so just be patient with me, please.”

His eyes dropped to your lips, and then back to your eyes in question as he leaned closer. You gave a slight nod before leaning closer, his soft lips meeting yours. Never in your life had you had a kiss that felt like this, one that made your body tingle and your heart sing. You could almost feel the ice around your heart finally melt, and your body warm at his touch. Your lips move in sync, his tongue parting your lips as he moved you so your back was against the couch cushions, Az hovering over you. You felt it then, the bond strengthening, the ropes of your souls intertwining as the bond snapped for him. He sucked in a breath, his grip on your waist tightening. A wide smile took over his features, and you don’t think he’s ever looked more beautiful.

He placed another, too short kiss to your lips before whispering, “I love you Y/N, I always have and I always will.”

You let out a soft giggle, pushing back the strands of hair that had fallen in his eyes. “I love you too Az, and I’d do anything for you. Now, how about I go make you something to eat?”

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maikissed · 1 year

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little dove

Richarlison x reader

part 2 for i've got my eye on you part 1 is here

It's pretty long but i love to get into them detailssss. I kinda hate it and I kinda love it, idk, hope you'll enjoy it 🫶🏼 Sorry for any typos. warnings: some smut (+18)

To say that you were nervous about meeting Richarlison after that memorable party would be an understatement. You almost told him to piss off just because you were terrified of the effect he had on you that night. It all hit you hard after you sobered up, when you remembered how easily he could make you hot and bothered. And you were reminiscing how you nearly gave in to the needs of your body, completety turning off the common sense, and dragged him to a private space to have your way with him. It might have been your drunk state, but you’ve never acted this way. This wasn’t a good sign. And you were going mental. To be honest, you didn’t expect that he’ll reach out to you.

Nevertheless you agreed to meet with him. But you did not call it a date.

It’s been a month since you've started seeing each other and you truthfully enjoyed the time you’ve been spending together. You and Sheira even attented one of his matches and you didn’t expect that a football game could be so exciting as you were cheering and analysing everything that was happening on the pitch. Richarlison even waved at you at the end of the match and you waved back feeling overjoyed.

“So, you’re like a wag now?” Sheira asked when you were leaving the stands.

“Stop talking” you send her a disapproving look.

“You’re mean, you know that?” she laughed at your reaction.

She will never stop teasing you about it.

Richarlison was driving you home after you went to the movies together and an unexpected rush of confidence made you ask him if he’d like to come in. As you were quite a private person you felt a little nervous about intiving him to your little sanctuary but you were eager to spend some more time with this boy.

“I think it was really sad in it’s simplicity. A shattering picture of existencial crisis and the futility of tommorow” you reffered to the movie you've watched while opening the door to your apartment.

“Yeah, it was really moving” he commented following you in.

“You didn’t like it” you smiled at him observing his reaction.

“No, it’s not like that, it’s just not my type of cinema. But it was nice to watch something different”

“Alright then” you nodded unconvinced but let the subject go “Would you like something to drink? I can make you my famous sweet tea” you asked entering the kitchen.

You felt yourself becoming nervous again, it was the first time of you two being alone since that party and it made you panic inside a bit.

“Sure” he answered taking a look around your little salon “You have a lot of paintings. Who made them?”

“I did”

“Oh, so you’re an artist?” he gave you an impressed look and you smiled while placing the cups on the kitches island.

“Kind of. I paint in my free time just to clear my head. They’re just for me though, it’s not like I’m a professional”

“It’s really good, you’re talented. I like this one” he pointed to a painting of a woman floating in deep ocean waters surrounded by the breaking through rays of the sun.

You made that one during a very specific time in your life and you were very devoted to it so your heart warmed up a little hearing words of appreciation from him.

“Thank you, I think this picture had been created the longest”

He sat down on the sofa placed right infront of the small kitchen so he was facing you.

“I almost failed my art class in school once” he murmured scratching his head.

“What? How?” you laughed in disbelief catching sight of his kinda embarrased appearance.

“My uncle was the teacher and I guess I felt too comfortable” he laughed with you.

“Wow” you shook your head still laughing under your breath “To fail an art class in school is quite a feat”

“Yeah, I was a horrible student”

You focused on making the tea and the room went silent for a few seconds. You suddenly felt his heavy gaze on you and looked up meeting his dark piercing gaze from across the room. You smiled shyly feeling your limbs go rigid.

“Quit looking at me like that, Richarlison”

“Like what?” he smirked smugly and his eyes lit up.

“Like you’re looking right now” you countered biting your lip.

“I’m just looking y/n” he shrugged toying with you and you rolled you eyes taking the tea cups and approached the place he sat at to place them on a coffee table.

You then sat on a fotel on the other side and noticed an amused expression forming on his face.

“What?”

“You’re just sitting so far” he murmured smirking at you and your heart skipped a beat.

You moved to sit on the other end of the sofa with one of your legs bent at the knee to face him comfortably.

“Am I making you nervous y/n?” you heard him say lowly and you almost choked on your tea.

Of course he was fucking making you nervous right now. You were trying to keep your distance to not loose your mind in his pressence. But it was immensely difficult, especially when he was looking at you with those big eyes. You wanted him so badly that it scared you. But you took the challenge and moved closer to him, your knee almost touching his thigh.

“You’re so full of yourself, Richarlison” you joked sneeringly and put the tea back at the table.

He laughed putting his arm on the back of the sofa not leaving his eyes off your form.

“Just admit it”

Your eyes widened in disbelief of his teasing. Oh, if he won’t stop right now you’re going to strike him.

“You are not making me nervous” you protested feeling your cheeks heating up.

You were trying to keep your cool to not feed his already huge ego further but your body language was showing off completely different signs. You felt tense and the beating of your heart quickened sharply, shallowing your breath. The least you could do was not breaking the eye contact. You had to quit acting all shy to break this little entertainment of his.

“Then come closer” he dared quietly and you stiffened.

You were already sitting right next to each other, your legs almost touching. You considered your next move and swallowed hard. Then you just simply rised up, placing your leg on the other side of his body and sat on his thighs suprising yourself by your sudden surge of confidence. The material of your short tennis skirt rised up slighty and there was no turning back now. A wave of heat flooded your body.

“Is that better?” you asked in a soft tone.

Richarlison placed his hands gently on your hips and slowly moved you closer, your pelvises touched and you involuntarily placed your palms on his chest, feeling startled. Butterflies erupted in your tummy and you exhaled sharply. And you were loosing your mind.

“Now it’s better” he murmured studying your face intensively “Is it making you uncomfortable?” he asked trying to make sure that you were okay with it or to just play with you some more.

“No” you denied trying to not go crazy over the feeling of the sharp material of his pants in contact with your bare inner thighs.

Just a few thin layers of clothes were separating you from him. Your lids started to feel heavy when you focused on a feeling of arousal slowly building inside of you. You could feel a wet patch forming in your panties and you swallowed back a whimper focusing your gaze on your hands still placed on his chest. When you looked up you noticed him still focused on your face, as if drinking in your little reactions, no doubt visible on your expression. And then, slowly, he looked down at the place where your bodies touched. Under your palms you could feel him intake a big breath and the excitation made you finally act up. You took your hands off his body to place them on top of his hands that were still gripping your hips lightly and rolled your hips back and then forward, rutting against him. The sensation felt like a shot of electricity piercing your body and so you moved again. His grip on you tightened and you noticed his adam’s apple bobbed slowly. Your moves where tantalizingly slow and you were loosing yourself in this intimate moment. When you connected your pelvises once more you could feel hardness forming in his pants and when it slid right between your labia a soft moan escaped your mouth uncontrollably. It made you quicken up your pace. Richarlison grunted throwing his head back, his brows furrowed as he swallowed hard. Every move you made elicited another soft high moan from you and your mind was racing, your hands slightly shaking as the pleasure kept taking control of your body.

“Stop or I’m gonna come in my pants” his voice came off raspy and his eyes darkened as he took in the look on your face, delighted by the sound of your little moans.

He grabbed your waist and lifted you up to break the contact. You whined in protest.

“Are you trying to make a mess, y/n?” he teased granting you a cheeky smile.

You desperatly wanted to kiss him now but he had other ideas.

“Lay down on the carpet” he instructed trying to get you off him.

You shot him a perplexed look but did as he said. He joined you shortly after, towering over you, looking deeply in your eyes and hummed satisfied with your eager state. You leaned into his touch when he grabbed your cheek delicately. Keeping the eye contact you brought your lips to his thumb and slowly, very slowly, sucked it inside your mouth.

“Fuck” he cursed focusing on your action and you purred closing your eyes.

Oh, you wanted him to devour you. It was magical to finally have him so close, but it was not close enough. Your wanton body started to writhe underneath him waiting for more, desiring more.

Then he took his finger off your mouth and closed the distance to finally kiss you. You moaned into his mouth the moment your lips touched, feeling your stomach tighten, and you thrown your hands over his neck trying to pull him as close as you could. His kiss felt so heavenly it made your heart squish. His fingers slowly traced a line down your throat and stopped at the first button of your shirt. After undoing the last button he pushed aways the layers of the garment away to expose your delicate lacy bra and you grasped his bicep when his gentle fingers started to trace patterns over your bare stomach. He placed a kiss near your belly button and you jumped slightly feeling overwhelmed by his caress.

“Relax, baby” he murmured and his hot breath fanned over your skin.

“Mhm” you grunted with your eyes closed.

Then he moved to unzip your skirt and after taking the garment off you heard him hum in amusement.

“So that’s the famous tattoo” he pointed stroking a little dove tattoo placed next to your hip bone with his thumb “It’s a dove”

You smiled widely at him and a giggle escaped your lips when the realisation of what it meant hit you. You went to get it made shortly after you turned 18 and it was the only tattoo that you had.

“Well, lucky you” you said cheekily before he bend down to place a soft kiss on it.

Shortly after he took off your thong exposing your dripping cunt to his hungered sight and he groaned noticing how aroused and ready for him you were. You exhaled hard in anticipation and looked down the moment you felt his breath on your inner thigh. He maintained the eye contact slowly going lower. The sight of him going down on you made you feel hazy and your legs tried to squish together on reflex but he was quicker, grasping your thighs; keeping you open widely for him. The moment his breath hit your core your head fell back down on the carpet and your hips bucked up desperate for him to finally do something. He put his palm on your stomach to keep you down and placed a butterfly kiss on your labia. You cried out quietly as a sudden wave of tingles spread over your limbs, reaching even your fingertips.

He’s going to drive you mad, that’s for sure.

Richarlison started to stroke your core with his tongue and your moans intensified, your back arched off the floor and you brought your hands to his head trying to keep him as close as you could to fulfill your needs. You were at his mercy, writhing and whimpering, his name falling off your lips like a prayer. He groaned aroused by the way your body was responding to the pleasure he was giving you and you cried out loudly as you felt the vibrations fondle your sweet spot. He then lapped at yout cunt roughly and your whole body jolted making you almost choke on your moan. Your muscles tightened and your sight went blank as you came all over his face abruptly, feeling your walls pulsating with waves of your orgasm. You were breathing fast and your legs were shaking and you blinked slowly to bring back your focus. Richarlison raised his head with that beautiful glint in his eyes and wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, returning back up to you. You bit your lip mesmerized by the look of his swollen lips and cheeks covered in a light rosy pink color.

“How are you feeling?” he asked kissing your collarbones as you were still trying to calm your body.

“Amazing, thank you” you answered quietly grinning happily.

“You’re welcome” he chuckled warmly and you brought his head down by placing your hand on his neck to connect your lips in a sweet and long kiss.

You couldn’t get enough of each other, being so enraptured in one another and so astonishingly horny that you’ve spent the whole night fucking in your bed, then in the shower and then even on the kitchen counter as you went to make something to eat. Let’s just say that you haven’t any idea that you could have so many orgasms in one night.

why do i feel like it's shitty oh god and i’m still laughing at this dove idea

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lis-likes-fics · 2 years

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Mirror, Mirror*

Pairing: Eddie Munson x Reader Word Count: 7.2k Warnings: NSFW, smut, unprotected sex, fingering, finger sucking, deepthroat (with fingers), ungodly use of Eddie’s rings, breast play, slight hair pulling, praise kink, idk if this counts for voyeurism, slight dacryphilia, aftercare... A/N: Idk why this took me about a month to finish, but here it is! I hope you enjoy reading this filthy oneshot about Eddie that was soley inspired by him and his rings and his hands. I had to repost this because the first time got like.... nothing on it, and I think Tumblr just started messing with my posts or something, so here it is again. Happy reading! Enjoy and leave plenty of feedback/comments!

How it happened, you'll never know.

You just know that the position you find yourself in is a position you hope to repeat sometime in the near, near future.

"It's another right, Steve!" You roll your eyes at him for having to give directional aid.

"I got it! Jeez," he huffs and shakes his head. He pulls into the parking lot of the Hideout, eyeing the building with a skeptical look. "This place?"

"Yeah," you nod, grabbing your bag to pull over your head, "come on." You look at him and tilt your head, "Don't look like that. It'll be great!"

Eddie was having one of his shows tonight. It is the first one you have ever been to. Eddie had to be there early to set up, so you made Steve take you and insisted he watch the show, too. He agreed only because he wanted to support his friend with his best friend...but also because you threatened to cut his hair in his sleep if he didn't.

He follows you out of the car as you both walk into the building. It looks like a punk spot, with spray paint graffiti—on both the outside and the inside—and posters of bands and sexy women lining the walls. The lights are dim to keep the spotlight of the small stage significantly more important. There is a bar on the side across from the stage and the audience is a little bigger than you expected from what Eddie had told you.

You don't see him as you walk in. It's the first thing you do: try and find him. Steve walks closely by your side, as if he's your own personal bodyguard. You believe he's convinced that he is your own personal bodyguard. You let him believe it, whatever makes him happy.

You don't end up finding Eddie—which doesn't surprise you. You and Steve go to the bar and grab a couple of drinks to hold you over until the concert starts. On the small stage, the instruments belonging to Eddie's band are set up and ready to be played.

It is a while before the concert actually starts, but you aren't disappointed when the announcer makes his kind of half-hearted introduction of the band. You're pretty sure you are the loudest person when the applause for the band ensues as each member walks onto the stage.

You smile up at Eddie when he stands center stage. He's as handsome as ever with a Corroded Coffin tee (one that matches your own and Steve's), paired with his leather-jacket-denim-vest combo and the bandana you gifted him forever ago wrapped around his forehead. You can tell that he searches for you immediately, finding you just as fast.

You wave at him and then blow him a kiss, which he catches with a cheesy grin and presses to his chest. He steps up to his mic when his guitar is placed over his shoulder. "What's up, Hawkins?" he greets with that large smile you can never get enough of.

The crowd is good tonight—albeit small, it's a step up from five drunks. They cheer and respond as excitedly as a Hawkins crowd can. It helps that a few other friends are in the audience to support him. "I see some familiar faces." His gaze finds you again and he winks as he continues, "And some really pretty ones, too." You playfully roll your eyes at him.

He finishes up his small intro, choosing not to stall too long before he finally starts the performance. The first song is an original, one you helped him write when he asked you for inspiration. It turns out, you had been the inspiration because he only really started writing chords and lyrics when you began aiding him. Hearing it being performed now really brings into perspective how much this song was written for you.

It's when Eddie goes into a guitar solo, fast and impassioned, that you begin to get distracted. You're lucky Steve is too caught up in the good music to notice you because you are definitely not cheering excitedly anymore.

The way Eddie handles his guitar, the way he plucks and strums the strings with skilled fingers. It makes the room ten times hotter than you found comfortable. You aren't spared when the solo is over and the rest of the band comes back in for the chorus because his hands continue to strum hypnotically.

Eddie looks up as he plays, eyes looking to find you to see if you were enjoying the show. He was intrigued to find that you are trained on a very specific part of the show that he had not realized would be highlighted as much. You look as though you had been put in a trance by the way you stare at his hands.

The song comes to a close as the crowd erupts in cheers for the band of punks. It breaks you from your trance and you begin to clap and scream for Eddie again. Steve nudges your shoulder with a smile, "You're right, he's awesome."

"I told you!" you respond after you shake away the last dash of your hypnosis. "Worth the threat, right?"

He shrugs a shoulder, "I still would've preferred you not threaten my hair, but sure." You nod with another smile and look back at the stage as the guitar picks up to start the next song. This one is a different one, not one of Eddie's own writing but one that you know to be one of Eddie's favorites—Master of Puppets.

You always encourage him to play it at one of his shows, but he always insists that the band isn't quite ready for it yet. You take it as a win as you watch him begin the song. He only looks at his guitar for a few seconds before he nods, confident enough to look away as his eyes lock with yours.

Great. Now you know that he notices you.

The dark look in his eyes as he stares you down and plays is enough to tell you exactly what he was thinking. He saw you staring at his hands, he saw you squeeze your thighs together, even if you hadn't even noticed yourself doing it. You can't help but to bite your lip, pulling it between your teeth. You give him a smile and a wink to try and distract him. It only works a little bit as he turns his attention back to his guitar while the rest of the band picks up.

But Eddie is already forming his plans in his head.

Driving back home with Eddie is interesting. He has a smirk on his face the whole time as he stares slyly out of the windshield. It's relatively quiet, aside from your occasional chatter about the performance. It puts you on edge, has you closing your legs too tightly when he gives you a certain look.

You feel warm, very warm. He knows this, and it only makes his smirk grow.

When you finally reach his home, you help him move some of his equipment inside. He's uncharacteristically quiet the whole time, it doesn't help your nerves. After everything is put away, he curls up with you in his room, pulling you between his legs and wrapping his arms around you to pull your back against his chest.

It's a nice moment, intimate and close. You blush madly, enjoying the feeling of his warm embrace. His lips come close to your ear, brushing against the shell and making you shudder. You can feel his smile against your skin, you can hear it in his voice, as he speaks. "What was your favorite part about the concert?"

You shift, bringing his arms to wrap around you tighter as you shrug with a smile. "Definitely watching you shred that guitar." You bite your lip teasingly, "It was amazing."

He smiles wickedly, you don't have to see it to know. His hand splay over your stomach as his other arm comes around your neck and rests over your shoulders. "I could tell," he says. "I saw you staring at my hands. You were practically drooling."

You knew you had been caught. You saw it in the way he looked at you when you locked eyes before. Him telling you know, especially with the position you are in, set your body on fire. You hold your breath as he continues to speak, his low voice rumbling in your ear.

"Did it excite you?" he wonders. His tongue darts out to taste your skin. You shudder. "I could tell it did. Do you like my hands?"

You try to hum, but it comes out as a whimper as you mold against him. The sound is helpless, nearly pathetic. His large hand comes to rest on your shoulder, brushing against the side of your neck. Again, you whimper.

You can feel him poking against your back. The damn bastard is already hard, excited by the idea of you being fascinated by his hands. "What do you want, hm? You want me to touch you?"

You hum, giving no verbal response as you simply nod your head. He shakes his head with a soft tut. "Words, sweetheart. Gotta use your big girl words," he purrs.

"Yes," you whimper.

"Where do you want me to touch you? How do you want it, hm?" His questions set your body on fire. "You want me to put my hand around your throat? Or grope these amazing tits? Or do you want me to stick my fingers in your mouth, or maybe in your pretty little pussy?"

You moan this time, your chest heaving at his words. "Yes, please."

He laughs, "Well, which is it? I've only got two hands, sweetheart."

Damn him and his stupid fucking antics that prevent him from giving you what you want, what you need. You blush, face flushed deep and way too warm.

"Come on, you gotta tell me what you want, babe," he coos.

You huff out a breath, your words fumbling as you try to form them. "I want...you to...want you to..."

"C'mon, tell me what you want, and I'll give it to you," he promises, biting your earlobe as he whispers the words against your neck.

"My... My tits...want you to touch them," you say. Your voice is barely above a whisper, a shy little murmur of words that makes Eddie want to pepper you in kisses and praise you for being a "big girl". You continue pathetically, "And my neck."

He beams, lust-blown eyes watching you adoringly. "That's a good girl. I can do that."

And he does. He takes your breast in his hand, squeezing and groping, rolling your nipple between his fingers and pinching. His other hand wraps around your throat, his fingers settle over your neck to feel your pulse thumping and slipping under his touch. And then he squeezes, just a light constriction that makes you moan.

You stretch your neck, allowing him more space as his hand perfectly fits around your throat. You raise your own hand to grasp his wrist, tensing as you whimper. "Tighter."

"That's right," he smirks, as if he's remembering something. "My girl likes it rough."

The way he says "my girl" is possessive, a proud statement of his adoration for you. He holds you tighter—your tits, your throat—he pulls you to him like you're the only thing in the world he needs.

He pulls his hand from you just for a moment, before tucking it under your shirt and grasping the front of your lace bra. In one quick, rough pull, the bra snaps off of you and you gasp, "Eddie!"

He silences you, smacking his lips over your, using his hand around your throat to pull your head back, resting it on his shoulder. He kisses you deeply, roughly, teeth and tongue clashing as he devours you. And you let him, moaning against his mouth when his hand squeezes your breast, pinches your nipples.

His warm hands and cold rings press into your skin. It feels like heaven. You're already dizzy and gasping, begging with your body for him to fuck you. But you know he won't, not yet. He enjoys toying with you too much. No, he's going to take his time. He's going to make you beg, make you scream for him. He isn't going to give you what you want until you do what he wants: become a sobbing mess of pathetic pleas for pleasure that you know only he can grant you.

He pulls away from your lips with a smack. Your eyes stay closed before he suddenly whispers in your ear. "Look."

Your eyes flutter open and you look at his blushing face, but he's not looking at you. You follow his gaze across the room where you see a mirror. You hadn't noticed it there before, you feel stupid for not noticing it.

The sight of you is erotic, flush against him with your legs spread wide, his hand cupping your neck and your breast. A fresh wave of arousal washes through you at the sight reflecting back at you, locking onto Eddie's dark gaze through the mirror as he drinks you in.

"Look at you," he coos. "So pretty." You flush under his praise, breath catching in your throat when his teeth tug on your earlobe. You bite down hard on your lip, and your eyes flutter as he pulls you even tighter to his chest. One hand sweeps down from your breast to rub over the black ink in your skin for just a second with a deep groan before returning to your tit. Your eyes land on it, the only tattoo on your body that you had. Eddie's name in dramatic serif and black ink embedded into your skin. It always drives him crazy whenever he sees it, a tattoo you decided to get in honor of his own.

With his hand holding your throat, he pulls your head back up so you're watching. You moan his name, whisper it like a prayer as his head buries in the crook of your neck. He kisses along the skin of your throat, his teeth grazes and his tongue laves the veins hiding beneath your skin. The sounds he makes directly into your ear are all naughty, they're sinful and they make you drip while he gropes you harder. "So needy," he whispers.

His fingers flicking your nipples soon aren't enough. You're needy, growing more and more needy by the second. His hands on your skin are perfect, but now you need them somewhere else. Somewhere closer, somewhere deeper. "Eddie," you mewl. "I need more."

"More?" he responds, like your demand is entirely absurd. "What do you need more of, hm?" His hair tickles your cheeks. You feel his warm, wet tongue glide along a large patch of your skin. It was no kiss and it was no kitten lick as the languid muscle quite literally laps you up like a man dying of thirst.

"I want..." you struggle to get the words out, flushing once again as you grow self-conscious of yourself against him. You repeat the words, trying and failing to force them from your mouth. 'I want you to fuck my pussy with your hand.' But the vulgar words just make you squirm, they make you want to hide your face in his neck and never come out. But you know he's going to make you say something, you know he won't let you hide away from him. He'll make you declare your wants to him so that he may deliver, even if he already knows exactly what it is you want from him.

"What do you want, baby? I can't help you if you don't tell me." He whispers the words into your ear, pulling back only so he can look at the side of your face as you breathe shallowly while still gripping your hand tightly around his wrist.

Your voice is such a quiet little whine that he honestly cannot hear you. "Want you to...touch my pu..." You can't even finish the word, too shy to get the word out. It wouldn't have mattered if you'd gotten the word out, you're just too quiet. Even with his face only inches away from your own, you go unheard.

He loosens his grip around your throat, even if he knows for a fact that his hand isn't what is making you so quiet. "What was that? I couldn't hear you. You gotta speak up."

You whimper pathetically before you lift your voice just enough for him to catch a whisper of your words. "I want your fingers...i-in me."

You feel his smirk against your skin when he dives down back into the crook of your neck to taste your skin again. You feel like candy the way he licks you, like a lollipop that he's ready to devour. "Where?" he breathes against the shell of your ear before nibbling on your lobe.

You hum uselessly, still struggling to find a word that doesn't make you want to hide away. He helps you out a little, "Your mouth? Do you want me to shove my fingers into your mouth, sweetheart?" You melt against him and can't help but nod. It isn't what you had in mind, but you'll be damned if you pass up the opportunity to taste his fingers, to suck on them as he pushes them as far down your throat as he can manage.

"Please," you say, too desperate, too pleading.

He smiles and does exactly that as he lets go of your throat, "Okay. Open wide for me."

The way you drop your jaw makes Eddie's cock twitch against your back, poking against you through the layers of his pants and your clothes. It's too fast and too wide, and he has half a mind to put his cock in it instead of his fingers. But he doesn't. You asked for his hands, so he would give you his hands.

He groans and licks his lips, his tongue lingers on his bottom lip as he focuses on the way a line of drools already slides down your chin. You're far too eager than you should've been, and he wants to fill your ears with a string of dirty words and half-hearted insults about how desperate and how pathetic you are for him. But he doesn't. He just gives you what you want.

You feel two thick fingers rest over your bottom lip first, sliding in deeper to sit on the top of the tip of your tongue. You push your tongue out farther as a silent beg for him to give you more. He obliges and slides his fingers in deeper. His second knuckles brush past your lips and your eyes flutter shut.

"Close," he orders, tilting his head up and shaking some of his hair from his face. You do as you're told, wrapping your lips around his knuckles and closing your eyes in the process. He feels as your tongue wiggles in your mouth, pushes involuntarily against his digits to taste him.

"Suck." The single word is nearly a growl, deep and primal in his chest as he stares at you with lust blown eyes. He clenches his teeth as you instantly respond, suckling on his fingers as you wet them with your saliva. You moan mutedly, melting again. His eyes close and his head falls back. How he wishes it was his cock your pretty lips were wrapped around right now, but his fingers would do just fine—for now, anyway.

"God, you are amazing. Look, baby," he groans. Your gaze finds the mirror again, and you raise a hand to wrap around his wrist again. Your middle and index fold against his and push gently. Eddie complies with the movement and furthers the length of his fingers into your mouth. He moves, slow, paced, and deep into your mouth. The metal of his rings nearly sting against your warm lips, the tips of his fingers brush against that part of your mouth that is so close to your gag reflex, yet so far at the same time.

You moan once more, a very muffled version of his name mumbled around his thick fingers. "Don't worry," he breathes into your ear. "I'm all hot and bothered, too."

You'd already known that—with the way his dick is pressing against your back so harshly, you'd be a fool not to know—but his admittance just makes it so much harder to contain yourself, and you suck. You suck his fingers deeper into your throat, pull his rings past your lips and cover them in your spit as his hand shifts just enough to be able to push just enough down your throat that you would have gagged (if he had not already done so much training for your throat already).

Saliva runs down your chin and wets your lips. The sight makes you clench around air. The palm of Eddie's hand is practically drenched. He's so hard by now, gripping onto whatever he can (which just so happens to be your poor breast, as his nails dig into your skin so deliciously) to stay grounded enough to not end his teasing so quickly and just fuck you. He wants to draw this out for as long as he can, reduce you to a mess of sobs.

But you're just so perfect.

He curses under his breath multiple times as he watches you suck his fingers in deeper. "I bet you'd be even worse if my fingers were covered in your cum, huh?" he grunts naughtily into your ear. You shudder, your core throbbing as he continues to hold the upperhand. You nod to answer his question, sliding your tongue between his two fingers and licking the skin that stretches there.

He huffs. "I'm going to be nice to you, sweetheart," he mutters. "I'm going to ask you a question, and all you have to do is nod or shake your head. Alright?" You nod, eager to please. His lips brush against the shell of your ear once more, dragging along the skin there to make your whole body shudder. "Do you want my fingers in your pretty little pussy now?"

The moan you let out is too deep to be considered a moan. It bounces off your chest and rumbles there desperately at his words, which had set you on fire. You nod so quickly, you make yourself dizzy. You yelp around his fingers as his lips wrap around a large patch of skin and his teeth bite.

As your lips fall open, he removes his fingers from your mouth. You whine, but he quickly silences you. "Hey, I'm just switching you out, baby," he smiles. Then he chuckles. "Not that I think you need help."

He replaces his fingers with his mouth and kisses you, devours you as he moves his hand from your breast and uses it to push your pants and matching set of underwear off of you. You shiver as the cool air of his room meets the burning throb of your pussy. The palm of Eddie's dry hand strokes along your inner thighs, teasing and taunting you as it inches closer and closer to where you need him most.

He distracts you as you move closer still to his lips. You gasp when his wet fingers make a long line up your pussy, tracing along you and seeing just how wet he'd made you. He smirks and chuckles, puffs of air blow against your face. "You're dripping, sweetheart. Keep watching."

You reach out and take his lip between your teeth as he strokes you. He breaks the kiss, almost reluctantly, and turns your head to face the mirror. The way you moaned was nearly identical to the sounds of those pretty girls on Eddie's VHS porn tapes. His middle finger, still clad in his rings, pokes at your hole. Your breath speeds at the anticipation. He drags out the moment for a long time, tapping and circling to taunt.

When you whimper that tiny "please" that slips through your lips, Eddie finally abides. His finger slips inside of you, sinking deeper into you inch by torturous inch. You hold your breath in your chest, gasping when the icy touch of his ring brushes against you. Watching each little bit disappear, knuckle by knuckle, was hypnotic, to say the least.

He silences you by slipping the fingers of his other hand into your mouth. They push down and tap on your tongue, thrusting in and out in time with his now pumping finger in your pussy. You moan around him, closing your lips and suckling just as his thick finger curls.

A second finger joins the first, spreading you open for him. They thrust and curl. You moan and find yourself grinding your hips into his palm.

And all too quickly, he removes his hands from you. You whine and he just shushes you again. You hear the clattering of metal against wood as Eddie takes off his rings, and your eyes linger on how wet they are. He doesn't leave you to writhe much longer before his fingers are thrusting into you again. His fingers push deeper inside of you.

Eddie buries his head in the crook of your neck. His tongue licks you again, his teeth nibbling and biting to mark you up as his. He whispers things into your ears, encouraging you along as the palm of his hand grazes your clit. When his fingers spread, you whimper and push your tongue between the two fingers in your mouth as well.

The sounds he makes in response have you gushing around him. "Jesus, you're amazing. You like suckin' on my fingers while I fuck you with my hand? Hm?"

You nod, whimpering something unintelligible around him. He feels your hand suddenly twist behind you, squishing between both your bodies and cupping him. He nearly gasps when you press your palm against him through his pants. There's a tent there that makes the both of you breathless..

You watch as he brings his lips to hover next to your ear, whispering lowly. "Yeah, you feel that? You're making me so hard right now."

That knot in your stomach begins to build, to tighten in your abdomen as you feel the sparks of your release. His thumb presses against your clit as he feels you clenching around his fingers. The sounds of his fingers slipping in and out of you are sinister, they make your eyes roll back and your breath stutter.

You whisper his name, moaning at the flurry of sensations rushing through you. He nods against your neck, his lips grazing your skin as he watches you through the mirror. "I know, baby. Go on and cum for me. I know you want to."

You do, and you do it with a shout. A gasping breath rips through you and you toss your head back over his shoulder, flexing your jaw as loud and breathy moans tear through you like a symphony of pleasure. Eddie watches you come undone with trembling thighs and curling toes. He groans and thrusts his fingers deeper when you clench around them, dick twitching against your back as you gush.

He shushes and whispers in your ear as you come down, pulling his fingers out of your mouth and pussy and smoothing them over your thighs, smearing your spit and release all over your skin as he calms you again. You're a gasping mess as you lean into him, dizzy and tingly.

"That feel good, sweetheart?" he whispers in your ear. You allow a breath sigh to slip past your lips when you feel his fingers dig into the skin of your thigh as he squeezes. "Feel all nice and fuzzy?"

The way he speaks to you was so gentle, teasing and almost taunting. You nod, giving into his words as you look at him over his shoulder and beg him to kiss you. He does, leaning forward and allowing you that pleasure. When he pulls back, he gives you a malicious smile, "You wanna make me feel good, babe?"

You nod, fucked out and eager to please as you lick your lips. "Yes," you say.

He smiles, "Good girl. Get on your knees for me." He helps you sit up on shaky legs, your knees digging into the mattress below you as he presents you in front of the reflective glass. It looks so naughty, you completely naked and dripping and he's fully clothed with hands covered in you. His cheeks and neck are flushed red, his messy hair is messier, tangled on his head. He's pretty.

He kisses the back of your neck and uses his hand to smooth down your spine, lowering you gently so you are holding yourself up on your hands. He admires the view of your body before him, your curves so deliciously laid out for him. He pushes your hair to the side and touches the tips of his finger to your shoulder blades, tracing them appreciatively before stroking down your spine once more to reach your ass.

He gropes and grabs handfuls of flesh, squeezing you until your skin flushes red. Both of his hands touching you, his thick fingers prodding your skin greedily, make you moan helplessly. A yelp rips from your throat when one of his hands smacks you out of nowhere. The sound is sharp and loud, makes your skin sting and turn into ripples of pleasure.

He smooths his hand over the area he's marked and chuckles lightly. "Sorry," he says half-heartedly, "I couldn't resist."

You feel the bed shift as he slips off the bed. You follow his movements, watching him pull his shirt over his head and discard his pants. Still in black boxers, he reaches toward the counter and picks up a hair tie. He combs his fingers through his messy hair, watching you watch him as he puts his hair in a bun. He walks over to you, bends down and lifts your chin with a knuckle. "Wanna see your pretty face," he tells you, placing a peck on your lips.

The sound of fabric sliding against skin has your body tingling in anticipation before the bed shifts again. You bow your head, waiting with bated breath and moaning when his hands find your bare skin again. Eddie's body bends over yours, his hand coming to wrap around your throat just to cradle you. His lips graze against the shell of your ear and he places a gentle kiss there before he whispers, "Are you ready, sweetheart?"

You nod, and he tuts. "Uh-uh," he says. "You gotta use your words, baby. You know better. Do you want me?"

Again you nod, this time with a pathetic little moan. "Yes, Eddie," you say. "Yes, I want you, please." Then you feel his smile spread over his face as he kisses the back of your neck. Another "good girl" has you weak for more reasons than just your fresh orgasm.

Then he pushes himself inside of you, and you gasp once more. He fills you up, makes you feel nice and full as he pushes in inch by delicious inch. With the arousal and cum lathering your pussy, there's no resistance as he slides in. His hips press into your red ass and he bottoms out with a mix of a groan and a whimper. He twitches inside of you, and your limbs tremble in response.

"You gonna be a good girl and moan for me?" he asks, breath blowing out in puffs into your ear. You respond with a moan, earning a delightful smile from Eddie. His chest pulls away from your back and you miss the warmth of his skin as it is replaced by the chill of the air in the room.

His hand presses against the back of your skull, fingers tangling in your hair as he pulls your head up. You nearly go limp at the sensations rushing through your body with that one little pull. "Look," he tells you. You find yourself in the mirror, biting your lip hard at the sight of Eddie behind you as you hold yourself up on your hands and knees. His tattoos stand out against the expanse of his skin as you eye the tattoo of your name near his V-line.

You had told him that it was cheesy when he brought the idea up to you, presented a bunch of what-ifs he never let you finish when he told you he wanted to get it. He just pressed his lips to yours, told you he loved you, and then set up an appointment. Then you got his to match. Staring back at you now, it warmed your chest, made you all fuzzy and tingly in a lot of places. It's like a claim, like a reminder for him to know who he belongs to, as yours is for him.

"I want you to watch me ruin you, sweetheart," he breathes. "Can you do that for me?"

"Yes," you keen.

Eddie beams, and then begins to move again. He pulls out, slow and agonizing as his cock drags against your walls. It makes you writhe, makes you clench and whimper for more, more, more. But Eddie knows what he's doing, he knows just how to play with you. By the time he's nearly fully out, nothing but his tip poking at your pussy, he shoves himself back in with a rough thrust that makes you see stars.

You cry out, fisting the sheets as you hang your head. He pulls you back up to look again, makes you watch as he does the same thing over and over again, building in pace and force as he slowly becomes rougher. One hand wraps around your waist, holding you tightly as he pulls you back to meet his thrusts.

Soon, he's fucking into and sending delicious shocks of ecstasy through your body. Your legs are a trembling mess, your arms are slowly dwindling in the strength they need to hold you up. You have lost track of your moans, you can hardly hear yourself begging Eddie to keep going, please. His grip on your hair tightens, still doing his best to keep from actually hurting you as he forces his eyes to stay open so he can watch your body bounce on his cock.

The sounds that mix in the room of your collective noises and his hips slapping against your ass make you moan louder. You don't register the pleasure tears slipping down your cheeks, tears that make Eddie's cock twitch as he tends to you.

"S'that feel good, sweetheart?" he asks. "You crying 'cause it's so much for you?"

You gasp and gush, watching your body jerk forward with each thrust of his hips. "Yeah," you whimper. "Fuck, Eddie! You make me feel so good."

The words are choppy, spoken between mewls and sighs as you lower yourself on your elbows. You bury your face in your arms, your hands still grasping fistfulls of Eddie's sheets as your only lifeline. Eddie lets you lay down for just a moment, but doesn't ease up. It anything, you give him a new angle to fuck up into you from. He presses himself so deep inside you, fills you to the brim as you cry out for him.

After a moment, he lifts your head again, this time by slipping two fingers into your mouth and making your suckle on them. You take it greedily, turn your head to allow him to thrust his fingers into your mouth like he's doing with his cock. He feels your pussy beginning to flutter around him as his hand on your waist snakes around to press against your clit.

"You gonna cum for me?" he breathes. "Gonna cum on my cock?"

"Please," you beg, slack jawed and teary eyed.

He nods, "Okay. You can cum, baby." He doesn't hold it out like you expected him to. He allows you to come undone again, allows you to let go as you cry out his name with a raspy throat. He throws his head back when you clench around him, clenching his jaw and nearly growling at the feeling.

He doesn't stop, even as you come down from your second high. If anything, he drives himself rougher, harder inside of you. The pleasure stacks up immediately and your weak, trembling body cries out for him as you shake and moan and gasp. "Mmph, yeah," he sighs. "I bet that felt so good, didn't it?"

You nod lazily, so full of pleasure that you can hardly moan as much anymore as you're reduced to mumbling little whimpers. A rough thrust of his hips proves you wrong as the blunt head of his cock shoves against the perfect spot inside of you. Your back arches and he takes that opportunity to wrap his fingers around your throat again, holding you possessively as he continues to fuck you like he'll never touch you again.

He adjusts his legs, hooking his ankles over yours to spread yours farther apart. "Jesus, you feel amazing, sweetheart," he praises. "Don't think I could ever live without this pretty little thing."

Eddie can feel himself reaching his peak. His cock twitches inside of you and his muscles flex as he watches your fucked out face in the mirror. "Shit, you're gonna make me cum, baby," he moans. He starts rubbing at your clit again, rough, fast circles that make you want to sob. "Are you gonna take my cum, sweetheart? You gonna watch me cum inside of you and fill you up?"

You nod quickly, so quickly that you're almost convinced that's why you're dizzy. His hand tightens around your throat without cutting off your air supply, pulling you up so that your back is flush against his chest as he thrusts into you. "Want you to cum with me," he breathes into your ear, eyes glued to yours in the mirror. "Can you do that?"

You nod again, "Yes, baby."

"Good girl," he praises, thrusting harder as his rhythm weakens. His fingers press harder against your poor, aching clit. When he can't hold on anymore, he gasps into your ear. "Cum for me, baby. Give me all of it, cum on my cock!"

And you do. You come undone with a loud, squeaky moan as you cry out his name. This one is more intense than the other two combined, it sizzles every nerve ending, flutters through your stomach and your chest and makes every limb shake. You're blinded for a moment, brought back only by the sound of Eddie's loud, throaty moan of his own as he shouts your name. You feel like part of it is for you, to let you know that you're the one doing this to him, you're the one delivering sweet bliss as his jaw goes slack and every muscle tenses.

He buries his cock deep inside of you, feeling you tighten around him. His spills so deep inside of you, fills you with his cum as his fucks into you a couple more times before stilling completely. He buries his face in the crook of your neck, sticking his tongue out to lap at your skin, his teeth sinking into you as he nibbles and bites greedily.

You're too fucked out to comprehend anything other than the feeling of his body pressed flush against yours. Your mind is in a haze, all tangled and incoherent and blissfully unburdened. As Eddie slowly comes down, he begins to ramble into your ear again.

"Oh, good girl. Good, good girl. Yeah, that's much better, isn't it? You feel better? You look so pretty, all fucked out for me..." His words fill your ears as you pant and whimper. He pulls out of you, shifting back so you're both laying in the bed with you cradled against his chest. You can feel all of the wetness of your mingling releases spilling out onto your inner thighs, coating you in slick.

You slowly calm down as he continues to quietly ramble and stroke your limbs. He kisses along the back of your neck, the shell of your ear, anywhere he can reach without moving you off of his body. You move on your own accord after a moment, simply turning around in his arms so that you're chest to chest. You kiss him, long and soft and shaky. He practically whimpers into your mouth—as if he hadn't been the one holding the ace the entire time, teasing you with pet names and little commands, fucking you senseless from behind, making you cum three times in a row.

You pull away from his lips and murmur a tiny "I love you" with heavy eyes and an even heavier body as you all but slip down to rest your head on his chest. Eddie smiles, it's one of the softest smiles you'd ever seen on him as you go limp against him and get ready to fall asleep listening to the evening thumping of his heart.

He wraps his arms around you and turns you both on your sides, pulling away oh-so reluctantly and disappearing from the room. You whine and groan for him, and he returns only a few moments later with a damp cloth and a wider smile. "I'm right here, sweetheart," he assures you, spreading your legs apart as he settles between them again. He pulls you closer, as if he's going to start fucking you again. Instead, he starts cleaning you up with steady hands. "Don't want you getting all infected and everything," he half-jokes.

You scrunch up your nose at his words, speaking in an exhausted, groggy voice. "Gross."

He laughs, "You'll get some really nasty shit, like a UTI or something."

You giggle at his stupid antics. "Ew, Eddie, stop!" His laugh kicks up again and he tosses the rag away when he finishes. He plops down next to you again, pulling you into his chest as you burst into a fit of giggles. You nuzzle into his chest, curling up into him as you take in his warmth.

You sneak your hand behind his head and pull out his hair tie, letting his messy curls reign free as you take a lock between your fingers and start playing with it. You twirl it around your finger and then bring it close to your face and take in the scent of his shampoo. He watches you with sparkling eyes as you kiss the lock before letting it loose.

You burrow a little closer to Eddie and close your eyes, feeling the thick weight of slumber beginning to settle over you as you let out a definite sigh. He kisses your forehead, another long and slow press of his lips against your skin, and mutters your name. You hum lazily, too tired to reply.

"I love you, too," he says, fingers stroking along the skin of your shoulders as his arm tucked under your head flexes slightly. He watches a slow smile spread over your lips. It infects him as he grins as well. You're officially gone only a few moments after that. He presses another kiss to your forehead, and follows right behind you in your dreams.

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babygirl (explicit)

genre: the most plotless porn to ever porn, aka SMUT

pairing: jungkook x reader

summary: your boyfriend claims the outfit was just for a tiktok - until you realize you're both very into it.

word count: 5k

contains: explicit sexual content ~*~*~ established relationship, jungkook is a tiktoker 🤪, reader is bisexual, jk wears a crop top/miniskirt/knee socks and makeup (and butterfly clips 😭), EXCESSIVE use of petnames especially 'babygirl', feminization, jk is literally the "i'm soooo shyyyyy" tiktok sound, 🚨 kink discovery/exploration/mild kink negotiations during sex 🚨 virginity kink/role-play (they pretend jk is a virgin) 🚨 daddy kink (reader is daddy) 🚨 gender swap role-play including terms for genitals (they call his dick a pussy and her pussy a dick ok ??) 🚨 praise kink and extremely filthy dirty talk, no condom use but idk assume protection bc they're dating and in lurve, also features nipple play, a blowjob, dick riding, cunnilingus, and come eating for good measure 😘

A/N: oh hi! it's been a minute since i've written something TRULY self-indulgent (or outrageously bisexual) so it feels good to return to my brand. i am going to ask that you please please PLEASE take a long hard look at the content warnings up there ^ before you pop this bad boy open. like i really do not wanna get one single rude ask about this story because i will go fucking nuclear 😂 for those of y'all who are into it- i love you, and i hope you fucking enjoy because reading this back was so embarrassingly hot to me that i had to hide my face in my shirt. gahhhhhh okay BYEEEEE

oh also: THIS is the tiktok that inspired this whole thing lmfao. it gave jungkook energy and so he basically makes his own slightly different version in this fic. kbye ✨

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The apartment is dark when you slip back in the front door, the way Jungkook likes it.

Ceiling lights make him cranky and overwhelmed, so your path to the bedroom is painted only in warm glow- a purple LED strip, a switched-on end table lamp, the blue cast from a forgotten PlayStation controller and the swirl of the screensaver over the TV.

You drop your boots at the door, socked feet padding down the hallway.

“JK?” It’s quiet enough to make you imagine an echo in your voice.

You’d promised your boyfriend an evening alone tonight while you went out with friends, which meant a morning of frustrated, huffy sighs, his bottom lip taking up permanent residence jutted out from his mouth in a downturned pout. You decided to let this one run its course, because they always do with him, the dips and swells of his fickle moods— he knows how to right himself again if given enough time and space to complain about it first.

By the time you were hovering over the dresser to put earrings in, Jungkook had seemingly worked the issue all the way out, smiling softly with his cheek smushed against the largest of the plushies on the bed.

“Think I’m gonna have fun tonight. Film some TikToks, maybe get a new video game.”

You’ve hardly been out an hour, so you know you should leave him to it, retrieve your wallet from the purse you forgot to switch it out of— the reason for the intrusion— and let him be.

But you love him. The thrill of sharing space hasn’t waned, even after nearly six months, and you want to steal a little affection before you head back to girls’ night. You can be needy, too.

“Babe?”

At the end of the hall, the hinges of the bedroom door creak as it opens just wide enough for Jungkook to poke his head through.

“You’re back early.”

“Forgot my wallet.”

His eyes are wide and blinking, glittering black in the dim light.

“Is everything okay?” You try a few steps towards him.

“I was making a TikTok,” he mumbles, said sorely, as if it’s a justification for bad behavior. And then the door swings open all the way and you take in the rest of him.

A short, flippy miniskirt sunk low, biting into his hips. A crop top, meant to be small, but obscenely so when stretched across the broad expanse of his chest. Long black socks hiked up over his knees, white stripes at the hem starting to slip, pushed down flexing muscles in his thighs as he shifts, legs crossing, one foot pointed to toe at the floor unsurely. He’s pretty-all-over and nervous.

“Jungkook,” your laugh stutters on an exhale. “Are those my clothes?”

The small silver hoops in his ears— those aren’t new— sway with a hesitant nod.

You’re close enough now to see the way he sucks his lip ring into his mouth, an anxious habit. There’s a rosy pink wash to his cheeks, the same color kissed over his eyelids when he blinks. Lashes that were already envy-inducing made darker and longer with mascara. Gloss dabbed in the center of his full, pinched mouth. Butterfly clips twined through wavy, artfully messy hair.

“I’m sorry I didn’t ask,” he says quickly, lashes fluttering when his gaze drops to the floor, staring at his socks. “I didn’t— I swear I’ve never done this before.”

“I’m not mad, baby.” Your hands find his, clenched in unsure fists at his sides, and coax them open. “You look so good. This is for a TikTok?”

Jungkook nods, punctuated with a squeeze of your hands. You squeeze back. “Wanna see?”

His phone is on the nightstand in your room, plugged in to charge (“I was editing it on 1%”, he admits with a giggle), so you end up crowding in on his side of the bed, sharing one pillow, legs tangling together without thought. You tuck into his side, grateful for the absurdly long charging cord as you prop the phone between your bodies and press play.

At the start of the video, he’s in much more typical Jungkook attire: a baggy black t-shirt, tattoos peeking out under one sleeve, hands stuffed in the pockets of equally oversized cargo pants. He’s barefaced, too, pushing a mock-hurt expression beneath the text caption: Babe, I’m going out with the girls tonight.

When the beat drops, you immediately start to giggle as this skirted, made-up Jungkook takes his place, throwing up a peace sign, blowing a kiss, and at the last second, flexing his biceps as if to send a warning signal.

You press your smile into the crook of your elbow as you let the video loop once, twice more.

Jungkook opts not to watch, instead staring up at the patterns his star projector casts across the ceiling, hands folded behind his head— but once you pause the video from looping again, you catch his eyes roaming over your face. You recognize the look from when he’s shown you certain movies, the way he’ll regularly steal glances down at you on the couch curled up next to him, as if he’s seeing his favorite parts for the first time again through your eyes.

“I love it,” you announce as you place his phone on the nightstand and then roll back against his side, pushing up onto your hands. You use the vantage point of your kitten stretch to take in all of him, the long hard lines of his body, the exposed honey skin that he usually keeps hidden under shapeless black.

“Wow, JK. You’re so pretty, baby.”

Heat blooms in his cheeks, deepening the makeup there, tinting the tips of his ears pink. His feet point and flex restlessly at the end of the bed.

“Do you really think so?” Jungkook asks the question so timidly— it’s rare to hear him this unassured about anything.

“I mean it.” You trace a finger delicately over the hem of his— well, your— shirt, where it rests under the firm structure of his chest. His eyes drop closed as you run the whole of your palm down, admiring his duality: boyish and beautiful, defined muscles with an itty-bitty waist. “I feel like I just won the bisexual lottery.” A dreamy laugh bubbles up in him, his abs fluttering under your hand. “And this skirt looks so much better on you than me,” you murmur as you reach the band of it and keep going, your touch smoothing over the pleated fabric to get a good look.

A noise gets stuck in the back of Jungkook’s throat. “Fuck.” He laughs like he’s gasping for breath.

You drag your gaze back up his body, and his eyes are shut tightly, crinkling at the corners for the effort. “Jungkook?”

The flush in his face is now an uncontrolled burn. He’s outright squirming, thighs flexing to cinch together, knees lifting off the bed so he can press the soles of his socks flat to fidget against the sheets. His fingertips tug at the hem of the skirt as his motions cause it to ride up, just barely. “I don’t know what’s wrong with me. I’ve been hard since I put it on. Was hoping it would go away by now.”

“Baby.” You say it softly, and you watch him untwist a little, long eyelashes flickering open again. “Why do you want it to go away?”

“I—I don’t know. It’s weird, isn’t it?”

You reach up to brush a loose strand of hair off his face, careful not to disturb the glittery clips. He chases after your hand to lean into your palm, and your thumb strokes over his cheek as he nuzzles in. A warmth has started to pool, low in your belly. “I don’t think it’s weird at all. I think it’s hot.” Jungkook hiccups another laugh, attempting to hide his face between your hand and the pillow.

“Can I touch you, baby?”

The question stills him. Big moon eyes blink up at you as he nods.

When you curl your fingertips under the band of his skirt, Jungkook gasps through parted glossy lips and nearly chokes on a hard swallow. You pause, considering. Your boyfriend is far from the silent type in bed, but you’ve never seen him like this— you’re usually the one coming apart at the seams at his filthy stream of words as he splits you open: that’s it baby, take this cock, so fucking tight for me, god fucking damn.

“Only if you want it,” you remind him, in case he needs to hear it.

“I do,” he breathes. “I really— I don’t know why, ah—“ His sentence dissolves on another breath in when you gently scratch your nails over the curve of his hips. “—w-why I’m so nervous.”

“It’s cute,” you admit with a giggle. You flatten your palms to slide back up the narrowing slope of his waist, smooth tanned skin shivering under your touch, until you find the hem of his crop top again. “I really like you like this, JK. All nervous and blushy. Babygirl is shy.”

The way Jungkook tips his head back on the pillow and whines at your words makes you think you might be onto something.

“Do you like it when I call you babygirl?”

He bites down on his bottom lip, hard enough to deepen the shade of it, and nods.

“Tell me,” you coax, teasing at the hem of his top, encouraging him with the promise of a reward. “I wanna hear you.”

“Y-yeah. I like it. Like being your cute babygirl.”

The words go straight to your core, and you throw a leg over his hip to properly straddle him, bracing your arms on either side of his head to swallow up his responding whimper in a heady, open-mouthed kiss. Jungkook answers just as fervently, tongue sliding along yours, his hands clutching at your shoulders as if to plead for more.

He’s panting when you pull away, shuddering gasps punctuated by a moan as you suck at the underside of his jaw, a purple bruise blossoming beneath your teeth. “My babygirl,” you echo against the hollow of his throat. “All mine.” Your hands move eagerly, pushing the thin strip of fabric across his chest up to reveal soft brown nipples framed by the swell of his pecs. “And you have such pretty little tits, baby.”

You cup one in your palm, dipping down to lick a lazy circle over the nipple of the other. Jungkook full-body shivers, feet kicking softly down on the mattress, and you suck the bud between pursed lips, working gently with tongue and teeth until it hardens in your mouth.

“F-fuck,” he whines, arching up into you, fingertips dragging down the bedsheets. “Feels so good.”

You drop the stiffened peak from between your teeth, shifting to kitten lick at the other and taking advantage of the opportunity to grind down against Jungkook’s hips, already restlessly horny for this new side of him. “So sensitive,” you purr between flicks of your tongue as Jungkook whimpers beneath you. “Are you a virgin, babygirl?”

He hiccups on a moan as you tease his other nipple to attention. “Oh my god, fuck. Is it bad that that’s hot?”

You pull away to climb back up his body and seek a kiss from his pretty pouty lips. “Not bad, baby. You’re perfect, okay?” He makes a soft noise of acknowledgement and you gather up his chest in both hands to lovingly squeeze at his barely-there tits. “My dream girl. Can’t believe nobody’s ever touched you like this before.”

The swirling colors of the star projector on the ceiling of your bedroom reflect back at you like galaxies in his eyes— it’s enough to make you dizzy. The question comes out paired with a dazed, love-drunk giggle: “Would you let me fuck you, babygirl?”

Jungkook’s brow furrows slightly. “I—I don’t—I’m not ready. For anal,” he says quickly.

Coming out of the role-play a bit, you bring both hands to cradle his face between your palms, thumbs rubbing at the hinge of his jaw to encourage him to relax, to breathe. You can feel the hummingbird thrum of his heartbeat under your fingertips. “That’s fine, baby. Not asking you to. I just said it ‘cause it’s hot. We’ll fuck like normal, okay?”

A shy smile returns to his face as he blinks up at you, wide-eyed, lips parted. “Yeah, okay.”

“Do you want to keep going?” When he nods in your hands, you duck down to leave a kiss on the tip of his nose. “I’m so lucky, I get to fuck such a pretty girl.”

A hand slips between your bodies to tweak one of his nipples between your fingers, and Jungkook throws his head back and cries out at the feeling. His hips roll up as he squirms beneath you, and you tighten the grip of your thighs around him at the welcome friction. You can already feel that you’ve soaked through your panties.

“Just, hngh—“ Jungkook whimpers, wrecked and needy, jerking up towards you again when you give the same nipple another soft tug. “Go s-slow with me. Since it’s… my first time.”

You shift to one side and he willingly splays open for you, knees bent and legs spread wide. You can hardly hold back your own groan at the state of him: mouth full and pink, eyes heavy-lidded and black with lust. His palms are pressed innocently over the fabric of his skirt, but you can see the way he’s starting to desperately rut up into his hands.

You bite down on a devious grin. “Yeah, and you’re such a good girl. I bet you kept it nice and tight for me.”

“Fuuuuuck,” he whines loudly.

Teasing a hand under the hem of his skirt, you’re surprised to find nothing but smooth, bare skin all the way up. “Oh, no panties?” Your gaze trails along his body from where you’ve settled on the mattress between the heat of his thighs, until you find his eyes with yours. “Are you a little slut?”

There’s a flash of something in Jungkook’s eyes as he goes still, whimpers softening to uneven breaths. He tugs his lip ring into his mouth in that familiar way, then gives his head two quick shakes, firm enough to shift a few waves in his hair.

“No?” You try again. “You’re a good girl, huh? You want praise?” When he nods, you gently caress the muscles of his leg under your touch, giving a loving palmful squish to the soft skin at his inner thigh. “Talk to me, baby. Please?”

“I want praise,” he murmurs. “Wanna be good for you.”

“You’re so good, baby. Thank you for telling me.” As if in reward, your hand finds his cock, fully erect and pressed obscenely into the flimsy fabric of his skirt. He hisses when you run a finger delicately up his shaft, tracing the fat, sensitive vein there. “You just wanted to make it easy for me, is that it?”

Jungkook’s eyes flutter closed, painted lashes nearly dusting his cheeks. “Yeah. I’m good. Your good babygirl virgin—“ He gasps when you wrap your hand around him for one slow pump, and it’s like your touch opens up something inside of him. “—with the tightest fucking pussy.” His cock throbs in your palm when he says it.

The filthy words spark a licking flame in your gut and a drip between your legs. “Fuck yes you are.”

You can’t spend a second longer teasing him— your free hand moves quickly to flip his skirt up over his hips and you drink him all in, hard and thick and pressed flat to his abdomen. “God, and your pussy’s just as pretty as the rest of you, baby.” The head of his cock is slick, glossed shiny with precum, and you run your thumb along his slit as more beads up, threatening to spill over and pour down his shaft. “You’re so wet for me. Can I eat you out, babygirl?”

“Please,” he moans.

You lean down to drag your tongue over the tip, to lick up the sticky-sheen there. With a little noise of appreciation, you take him into your mouth, suckling at the head of his cock and enjoying the warmth and weight of it on your tongue.

Jungkook is a whimpering mess, coming undone underneath you, and he throws an arm over his face to smother needy sounds into the crook of his elbow. As much as you’d love to see his wrecked expression, something about the way he tries to hide from the pleasure is working for you: it adds to this blushy-squirmy-shy virgin babygirl thing that has your thighs sticking together with how much it’s turning you on.

“Ah, that feels so fucking good,” he gasps, and you suck down more of his cock, hollowing your cheeks as you go. He’s emboldened now, either from not having to look you in the face or from the heat of your mouth enveloping him, the firm rub of your tongue over his frenulum. “Your mouth on my pussy, on my pretty little cunt, hngh.”

The way he’s talking has you practically humping the bedsheets beneath you, slow jerks of your hips that have the added benefit of pushing his cock into the back of your throat. You gag slightly around him but refuse to let up, humming around his shaft in a wordless request for more.

“Oh fuck,” Jungkook groans as you take him deeper. “Fuck yes, so good, daddy.”

It takes a second for you to process the word, and then you pull off with a wet pop, swiping away strings of drool with the back of your hand. “Mmm—you want me to be daddy?”

At first he can only manage a soft whine, legs shifting restlessly over the bedsheets at the loss of contact. He nods his head, then finally whimpers his answer. “Y-yeah, I want that. Please, daddy.”

“God, you’re so hot.” You pause to press a kiss to the sharp jut of his hip bone, purring your question against the blush in his skin, glowing warm all-over. “Do you want to take daddy’s cock now, babygirl?”

You’re already starting to strip, discarding your shirt and then your bra off the edge of the bed as he bites down on his lip and nods. “Want it so bad, daddy. I’m ready.”

Horny enough to be nearly delirious, you both dissolve into giggles as you fight to get your jeans off— Jungkook helps you wrestle them over your ankles, your ruined panties following in quick succession while he peels his pushed-up crop top all the way off.

You crawl up the bed to capture his mouth in another kiss, sucking on his bottom lip as you straddle yourself over his hips and take his cock in your hand.

“Nice and slow, okay?” You murmur as you start to stroke him, and he nods again, head tipping back against the pillows. “We’ll stretch that pussy open. Hold my hand?” Your free hand reaches for him while the other keeps working his cock, and your fingers intertwine. “I want babygirl’s first time to be special.”

Jungkook looks at you like you hung the moon. “I fucking love you.”

With a small smile, you brush your lips lightly over his ink-dyed skin, pressing a kiss to each of his knuckles, his thumb, the back of his hand. “Love you more.”

Then you push up to hover over him, use the hand wrapped around his cock to guide him to your entrance, and start to slowly sink down.

He’s thick enough that you’d have to take it slow at first even if he wasn’t playing virgin, but you’re so slick with arousal that the stretch is only delicious. “Fuck, baby,” you groan as you bottom out on him, your knees bracketing him to sink into the mattress. “How does it feel? Doesn’t hurt does it?”

“N-no,” he whimpers, hips lifting eagerly up towards you, clearly desperate for friction. “’Sgood.”

“Can I move, baby?”

“Please. Fuck me, daddy.”

“Yeah, baby, you’ve been so good to save it all for me. Gonna give you daddy’s cock like you deserve, my good girl.” You flatten one hand against his chest and start to move, your other hand still laced in his.

Jungkook’s eyes roll back in his head as you rock along his length, your pussy flooding stored-up wetness down his shaft and making an audible squelch with every stroke. You can’t recall ever being this turned on in your life.

When you find the angle where his head rubs firmly over your g-spot, you gasp, squeezing his hand tight.

“Shit, baby.” You start to ride him rougher, lifting your hips to bounce on his cock, right there, again and again. The pleasure makes your head spin and your mouth run wild. “Your tight little pussy takes daddy’s cock so well. It’s gonna be a custom fit by the time I’m done with you, made to take me whenever I want it, fuck.”

Jungkook’s whimpers have blossomed to full, airy moans, and he flattens his feet against the bed so he can buck up into you, meeting you thrust for thrust. “Oh my fucking god.”

His cock twitches inside you on a particularly hard thrust, and you can tell by the way he’s fisting the bedsheets that he’s already close, his eyes crinkling at the corners as he desperately tries to hold off his orgasm. You’re so desperate to see him come all the way undone that you can’t even care to wait for yours.

“Yeah,” you groan, “I can feel your pussy squeezing me, babygirl. Gonna come? I want you to. Wanna feel you come all over daddy’s big cock.”

His words slur together in a fuck-drunk rush. “Oh my god, y-yeah, please fuck me, daddy, fuck me, fuck me—“ His thrusts grow sloppy as he reaches his peak, and you refuse to let up, untangling from his grip so you can press both hands into the mattress to fuck him relentlessly.

“Take it, baby,” you practically growl. “Be a good girl and take this cock and come for daddy. Come for me and then suck me off.”

“Daaaaaddy,” Jungkook wails loudly and throws his head back, hips jerking violently as he comes. You can feel his cock pulse through his orgasm and the thick, warm ropes of his cum that spill out inside you with every throb of release.

You don’t even get a moment to still yourself and catch your breath before he lunges: he hooks his hands under your knees and yanks you onto your side so fast that you hit the mattress with a yelp of a laugh.

“Jesus, Jungkook!” His only response is to spread you open and attack your pussy with his mouth like he’s hungry for it. The flimsy miniskirt is still pushed up over his hips, so you can see the pert curve of his bare ass in the air as his tongue dives into your entrance.

He’s clearly still too deep in post-orgasm haze to start off precise as he drinks his own cum out of you with long, sloppy licks, grunting and gasping into your pussy like breathing is an afterthought.

“Oh my god,” you moan, your hips jerking against his mouth as he runs his tongue along your sensitive walls.

Once he's cleaned you out and his nose, lips and chin are all shining with slickness, he drags his tongue up through your folds to circle your clit, and three of his fingers find purchase in your cunt, replacing the loss of his cock. He starts to rock them fast and hard against your g-spot, and the mess of his cum that was fucked up too far for his mouth to reach dribbles out of you, running down his wrist, all wet and noisy as he pushes it back in again.

The pleasure is immediate and overwhelming, and when he sucks hard on your clit, arousal blooms heavy in your gut, enough to have you babbling.

“My god, fuck, baby,” you groan, back arching off the bed and fingers twisting in the sheets. “You got s-so fucking good at sucking cock while you were— hngh— while you were saving your pussy for me, huh?”

Jungkook whines loudly, open-mouthed against your cunt, the pace of his tongue and fingers only getting more insistent.

Your orgasm starts to crest hard and fast, and you tighten a hand in his hair, knocking a few butterfly clips loose in your urgency, in how fucking close you are. When you glance down at him, just the sight of how eagerly he's working your pussy is enough to send you over the edge.

“My pretty perfect girl,” you rasp as he pounds into you over and over, lips and tongue relentless on your clit. “Perfect pussy. Perfect mouth. So fucking good for daddy. Gonna come in your mouth, pretty girl, so you can swallow my load—ohhhh fuck, fuck—“

You cry out as your climax hits you full-force, makes your thighs shake and your toes curl and your pussy pulse around Jungkook’s fingers. It feels like you’re coming forever, in endless shuddering waves, until you start to writhe with overstimulation, and he finally pulls back when you release your grip on his hair.

You can’t do anything but collapse against the mattress with your eyes closed, completely dazed, and attempt to remember how to breathe.

“Holy fuck,” you manage to gasp.

There’s a soft shifting sound, and then you feel the weight of Jungkook laying down next to you. You’re both sideways, feet dangling off the edge of the bed, but you roll towards him anyway. The AC kicks on, and a shiver ghosts over the sweat that’s gathered behind your knees as you press your cheek into his chest.

“You really did like it?” Jungkook’s question surprises you, and you blink your eyes open and look up to take in the nervous expression on his face.

“I loved it, JK. That was so hot. I didn’t even know you could get like that. All… sensitive and responsive. But like, shy. Oh my god. I meant it when I said I liked this side of you.” You hitch a leg over him as he pulls you closer into his side, and you continue, bringing a hand up to cup his cheek with your palm. “I’m literally bi. That means I like you as my boyfriend, or girlfriend, or anyone in between.”

You can feel the heat under your hand when he blushes. “I think I maybe want to be both, sometimes. But, agh, I don’t know.” He squirms unsurely, and you brush your thumb over the line of his jaw.

“It’s okay. You don’t have to know. We can figure it out.”

“Thank you,” he murmurs, and then he promptly turns away from you, rolling over in an attempt to bury his face in the mattress with a soft giggle.

“Hey, don’t hide! Come back here,” you laugh, rolling yourself on top of him, so your bodies press together all the way down. You grind your hips against him a little to tease, jolts of stimulation jumping through your still-sensitive center, and your eyes widen.

“Baby, are you—“ you glance down and confirm it, the thick outline of him pressed tight under his skirt and dripping a wet spot into the fabric. “Already?”

Jungkook pulls his lip ring into his mouth for a second before he admits it. “All that cocksucking stuff you were saying.” Even the tips of his ears are red now, in equal parts shame and arousal. “Just… crazy fucking hot. It made me get hard again so fast.” His feet kick softly down on the bed. “Ngh, it’s embarrassing, stop looking.”

You swallow his whimper with a gentle kiss, your tongue swiping lightly across his pouty lower lip. When you pull away, you dust a few loose strands of hair off his forehead. “Do you want to keep going?”

He nods, and you breathe a laugh.

“Well, give me a second and we can go for round two.” A hand snakes under his skirt, and you do your best to cup his ass beneath you, eventually having to settle for scratching your nails lightly over the outside of his thigh. “Just want daddy’s cock all the time now that you’re not a virgin anymore, huh?”

He outright moans into your mouth when you lean in to kiss him again, before turning his head away to mutter shyly as you lick a stripe up his neck. “Gonna make me come in my fucking pants.”

“You’re not wearing pants,” you giggle, and then you gracelessly roll off of him. “Let me just text my friends first so they know I didn’t die.”

At the mention of your friends, Jungkook whines and forces a small pout as you fumble for your phone on the nightstand. “I feel bad. You were supposed to be with them tonight.”

You scoot back to sit next to him on the bed and rest one hand on his thigh as you pull up your group chat on your phone. “Don’t, baby. I’m where I wanna be.” Your hand sneaks a little higher, cupping at the firm bulge between his legs over the fabric of his skirt, and you can’t help your nasty grin. “I’ll just say something came up.”

“Stoppppp,” he persists, grabbing a pillow to hide his face in, but you don’t miss the way his cock twitches under your palm.

With the text quickly composed and sent, you drop your phone back on the side table and proceed to crawl on top of him again. He pulls his shield away to stare up at you, blinking those wide, bottomless, good girl-fuck me eyes.

Your adoration of all that he is hits you like a fucking train. “There will be other girls’ nights,” you murmur, eyes roaming over his beautiful face. “There’s only one girl I need tonight.” It’s fucking corny, half role-play and half serious, but you mean every word, and it seems to melt away some last bit of reserve in Jungkook that you couldn’t quite reach before.

He blushes all over, wraps both arms around your neck, dots every inch of skin he can reach with soft, glossy-wet kisses. “Love you, love you, love you.”

“Love you more, babygirl.”

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sunnebeam · 9 months

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good for a weekend.

DRABBLE.

pairing: jung hoseok x reader

warnings: smut (minors do not interact), oral (m receiving), unprotected sex (yall know the drill, let's be protected irl), sex against a window, blank space au, chaebol!reader (she has issues), businessman!hoseok, profanity

masterlist + disclaimers.

note: took me a long time to choose the title for this one bc i just realized i already used a blank space lyric for jimin's drabble lol. but anyways here it is! idk the accurate word count but i think this is longer than all my other drabbles so far. enjoy <3 don't forget to share ur thoughts and give feedback ^^

When you were younger, you didn’t really understand why no one wanted to be friends with you.

Apart from your butler Yeonjun (who's paid to put up with your shit but is still genuine in his companionship nonetheless), a paintbrush and a canvas were the only real confidants you had for your pent up frustrations as a child.

Now that you're older, your isolation becomes more self-induced.

"Is it true that she's back together with Kim Taehyung again?”

“No, I heard that her family arranged for her and Park Jimin to marry next year...”

“But wasn't she spotted looking cozy with Jeon Jungkook at a bar last week?”

"No, no, I could've sworn she was hooking up with Min Yoongi—"

"Damn, she's going through men way too fast, don't you think?"

“Honestly, I think she's just a spoiled, rich playgirl."

You sigh, sitting on your chair in the art room of your very own mansion — a gift from your father after he missed out on your eighteenth birthday — while Yeonjun watches you paint your heart out.

“I haven’t seen Kim Seokjin around lately…” he muses as he steps closer to look at your work. By the looks of it, you must be feeling some pretty angry emotions.

“Silly Yeonjun,” you giggle too loudly, hand gripping your brush rather forcefully as you stare at your palette. “Seokjin and I broke up ages ago. Actually, I haven’t seen him since the haircut incident.”

Ah, the haircut incident…

Yeonjun shivers, remembering that outburst all too well. The memory of you hysterically chopping off your hair in a fit of jealousy while Kim Seokjin helplessly tried to get you to stop. That marked the end of your six-month relationship, leaving you with uneven chunks of hair and the man with a questionable restraining order.

Not your best moment, that much you can admit.

“Anyways,” you snicker, shaking your head to clear the onslaught of memories, “let’s not talk about him anymore, ‘kay?”

You stand up, leaving your painting half-finished, and walk over to the big floor-to-ceiling window.

Your mansion is the biggest in the area, filled with numerous rooms and spaces that far surpassed the amount you need for basic living. Your art room – easily the biggest room, even topping your master bedroom – houses a beautiful glass window that overlooks the property.

“Besides,” you say, clapping your hands, “we have more important things to worry about.” You turn to him and squeal, jumping up and down. “My art exhibit is in a couple of months! Can you believe it, Yeonjun?"

Your excitement has you skipping around the room in glee. You’ve been planning your own exhibit for months and now that it's drawing nearer, you feel more excited than nervous. You hope with all your heart that this exhibit could finally paint you in a proper light, letting you shine as 'the young, twenty-something art extraordinaire' instead of the 'resident fuckgirl who's only good for a weekend.'

“I know, sweetie.” Yeonjun smiles, feeling genuinely happy for you. But before he can further share in your excitement, the doorbell rings.

The noise makes you glance at your watch and smirk. Right on time.

Together, you and Yeonjun walk down the massive staircase to greet your guest, and Jung Hoseok hears you before he even catches sight of you — the clicking of your heels resonating loudly across the living room. He turns his head to the sound and smiles handsomely at the both of you.

For a few moments, none of you say a word but the electricity between you and your guest is hard to ignore.

"Shall I leave you to your business?" Yeonjun breaks the silence, directing the question at you. After all, at this point, he already knows the drill whenever you have your guests over.

You nod, never taking your eyes off Hoseok's and your butler immediately excuses himself.

Once it's just the two of you left, Hoseok holds out a hand to you. “Jung Hoseok. Pleasure to meet you."

You tell him your name, placing your hand in his and immediately, he brings it up to gently brush his lips against your knuckles. “Pleasure's all mine, Hoseok."

“Just Hobi is fine, gorgeous."

He winks at you and smiles. And just like all the other times, you feel yourself falling. Spiralling. Obsessing.

“Hobi…” you repeat, “shall we go over the terms of your company's sponsorship for my art exhibit?”

“Of course,” he responds. "Shall we discuss it in your office?"

"Oh no," you feign disappointment.

"What is it?"

“I'm terribly sorry, Hobi,” you utter, “but my office is under renovations at the moment—"

(It isn't.)

"—and I’m afraid it's not convenient for business discussions for the time being.”

“Is that so?” Hoseok muses, his eyes on your lips as you purse them contemplatively. “Should we take our discussion somewhere else, then?” He offers, not wanting to cut his visit short.

He stares right into your pretty eyes and he swears you've performed some sort of magic right then and there because he finds himself right under your spell.

“Good idea." You smile, your hand sliding up to rest on the crook of his elbow as you lead him up your stairs. “I know the perfect place.”

And that's how he found himself in your bedroom, sitting on the edge of your immaculate bed with your head bobbing up and down between his legs.

"Shit," he curses when you take him deeper in your mouth. "Yeah, that's it, gorgeous."

You look up at him with wide eyes, making sure to maintain eye contact when you swallow around him. He bites his lip at the feeling, his thumb reaching out to wipe the stray tears running down your cheek.

You look so pretty. So fucking gorgeous.

Hoseok wonders how the hell he managed to get an invitation to your bed. Sure, he's quite attractive but you're in a whole other league of your own. You're way up there on a pedestal, you and the other chaebols in your wealthy family's circle. Whereas, he's just a mere businessman trying to negotiate a sponsorship proposal.

But, fuck, he's not complaining.

You whine when he pulls you up and onto his lap, your lips releasing his dick with a pop. Feeling needy, you suckle at the soft skin of his neck while he desperately removes your clothes and then his.

"Hobi," you whimper into his neck and the sound goes straight to his already hard cock. "Need you. Please."

"Shit," he groans when you rub your leaking core against his thigh. "Hold on to me."

You comply, wrapping your arms and legs around him, and he stands up to walk the both of you towards your bedroom's clear, glass window. Just like the one in your art room, this one spans wall-to-wall, floor-to-ceiling, and overlooks the front of the mansion.

He sets you down on your feet and turns you around so that you're looking out. Your pussy dribbles even more arousal at the sight of your enormous front gates from the distance, the thought of being seen turning you on.

"Hobi," you whine when you feel his throbbing cock prodding at your entrance, and push your ass out in response.

"Don't hold back, gorgeous," he tells you when you let out a muffled moan. "I want the whole mansion to hear you."

He enters you swiftly, making you groan loudly and press your palms against the window. He pulls back, making you whine desperately and shift your weight on your feet. He slams back inside roughly, making you scream incoherently and fuck yourself back on him.

"That's it," Hoseok groans, "fuck me back."

And you do.

He thrusts into you in rough but deep thrusts. You fuck back into him, arching your back, causing your tits to press against the glass. The added stimulation to your nipples makes you play with your clit, making figure eight motions and heightening your pleasure.

"Shit, gorgeous. You're creaming."

He sees a creamy ring of white on the base of his cock and curses, the sight pushing him closer to his climax. You only whine in response, clenching around him uncontrollably.

"Hobi, I'm gonna—"

"Cum with me, gorgeous," he coaxes you. "Now."

You obey, cumming around him while he finishes inside you. You're breathing heavily, relishing in the warmth of his release and he just chuckles affectionately at your fucked out face.

He pulls out of you and when you lead him back to your bed, he suddenly feels exhausted. His eyes can barely stay open and the last thing he remembers before sleep takes over him is your voice telling him three little words.

When Hoseok wakes up, he sees you all dressed, propped up on the headboard and glaring at him.

"What's wrong, gorgeous?" he asks groggily.

"Who's Sooah?" you ask him immediately, your voice clipped.

"What?"

You show him the unlocked phone in your hand. His phone.

"What the fuck? You went through my phone?"

"She was texting you nonstop. Who is she?"

"She's a colleague, not that I need to explain myself to you. And she's the venue coordinator for your art exhibit!"

"I don't beleve you!"

"How the fuck did you even know my password?"

"Are you cheating on me?" you demand, tears falling down your face.

"Cheating on you?" he repeats your question incredulously. "We literally just met!"

But you aren't listening to him. No, you're spiralling, clutching your hair and looking at him desperately. "Did I do something wrong? Is she prettier than me? Is she—"

"You're insane," he cuts you off, frightened at your sudden behavior. As quickly as he possibly can, he puts on his clothes and scrambles towards your bedroom door. "Fuck this shit, I'm leaving."

To his surprise, you don't follow him, though he can hear your heartbroken wails all the way to the front door. When he gets to his car, his eyes widen and his jaw drops.

"WHAT THE FUCK? YOU WRECKED MY CAR?!" he yells, the question directed at you but his exasperated eyes are trained on his wrecked vehicle.

The punctured tiles, cracked windshield, and dented exterior would cost him a fortune. But he decides that's a problem for another day. Right now, he just has to get out of here.

"Crazy bitch," he mutters when he finally exits your property gates on foot.

Back in your room, you cry your heart out while Yeonjun caresses your hair comfortingly.

Your butler knows the drill by now. You just need one day to cry all your tears, another day to forget about it, and around three more days to move on.

Which is why, a few days later, Yeonjun opens the door to a charming, dimpled face. He leads the man to the living room where you're waiting and leaves you two to your business.

"What's your name?" you ask your guest.

"Kim Namjoon," he replies, taking your hand and kissing it. "Pleasure to meet you, gorgeous."

A heartbeat. Then another.

And then you smile.

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Okay I know am making alot of requests but I just want to write this down and get it to you so I hopefully won't forget. But how about sub Steven with a werewolf boyfriend. And he starts ignoring Steven because his rut is coming and doesn't want to hurt Steven. Which leads to Steven coming over to his home and seeing if he is okay. Reader then explains and steven says he won't hurt him if he will have him. Which leads to Steven getting destroyed and then reader asks if he wants to be his mate forever and steven says yes and then gets marked by reader. Idk why but I've just been in the mood for monster readers so if you dont mind that the next few requests I make will probably be different monsters.-🐻‍❄️

I don't mind if you request a lot honestly I love it keeps me busy. Hope you like it my friend and I don't mind writing about monsters! 🐻‍❄

Warnings! SMUT, monster sex, werewolf reader, talk about breeding,

STEVEN GRANT X WEREWOLF MALE READER

"This isn't like Y/n."

Steven thinks to himself after seeing Y/n text messages. Y/n had canceled their date again It's like the fourth time this week he had done it. And all his excuses was the same.

"Sorry Steven, but I can't make it. I'll make it up next time baby."

Usually Steven wouldn't mind if Y/n canceled it cause he will always tell him the reason but this time Y/n will just apologize and tell him he will make it up.

So of course Steven grew worried for his boyfriend since this was the first time Y/n ever acted like this. Steven made a plan to visit his boyfriend buying some snacks for him if hes sick.

Steven walks up to Y/n's house and uses the spare key unlocking the door and walking inside. The house is dark and silent a bit creepy if Steven was honest. Steven explores the house seeing lots of things broken and torn apart like paintings, vases, seats and chairs and even a whole table.

Steven walks to his boyfriend's bedroom hearing growls and panting. Steven crouches a little looking through the keyhole and a gasp escapes his lips. Steven stares in awe at his boyfriend. Y/n is naked on the floor breathing while some moans escape his lips Y/n eyes staring at his hard aching cock. Y/n eyes shoot up at the door and stand up from the floor.

"Baby? I wouldn't want to come in right now if I was you...I'm not in the best shape right now." Y/n tries to reason walking closer to the door laying his head on it."What's the matter love?" Steven asks through the door feeling even more worried.

Y/n thinks of a way to tell his boyfriend what's going on with him without sounding blunt. "Remember when me and you had that long boring talk about what I am a few months back?" "About your werewolf thingy?" Y/n chuckles at his boyfriend response.

"Yes Stevey. Uhm well...I'm going through my rut to avoid the long and boring details It's very dangerous for you to be here." After Y/n tells Steven that Steven grows quiet causing Y/n to worry. "Steven. All those months back when I told you I will never hurt you. I still plan to stick to my words." Y/n says that to hopefully ease his boyfriend.

"Is there a way that I can help you?" Steven asks worriedly and puts his hand on the door knob. Y/n tries to hold back the monster inside of him opening the door for Steven. "Steven...If you let me have you i'll promise not to hurt you."

Y/n takes Steven by his cheeks brings him closer and kisses Steven deeply on his lips. As the two kiss Y/n inhales Steven's scent making the beast inside him even more hard to hold back. The kiss gets even more heated with Y/n basically tackling Steven on the bed pinning him down as he uses his free hand ripping Steven's clothes off.

Y/n growls in Steven's mouth and pulls away from the kiss and rips off Steven's shirt completely. Y/n bites and licks Steven's chest lust and his animal instincts take over him completely. Y/n's hard cock presses against Steven's ass while Y/n grinds onto Steven's lower half.

Once Steven is naked Y/n flips him over so his chest and stomach is on the sheets while his waist is up. Steven hears Y/n transforming into his wolf form and he feels Y/n's hard cock gets even bigger. Y/n's cock is between Steven's thighs moving back and forth. Y/n movement is fast opening a bottle of lube and applying it on his fingers while he uses his free hand to hold Steven's waist still.

"HmMm!~ oh fu-uuck!" Steven moans out feeling Y/ns first finger going inside of him. Even though it's only one finger it makes Steven already feel so full inside. Steven cries and moans in the sheets rocking his hips back and forth on the finger. Y/n adds another finger stretching Steven out at a fast pace, Steven's cock leaks with precum oozing out the tip. Soon enough Steven is in pure bliss by the fingers holding the sheets for dear life as he screams and moans. To Steven it seems Y/n still has his sense in human in him fingering and stretching him so thoughtfully.

Y/n pulls his fingers out and quickly adds lube on his cock. The human sense of Y/n is thrown out the window when Y/n grabs Steven's waist slamming him down onto his cock without mercy. Y/n growls and begins to fuck his boyfriend merciless. The grip Y/n has on Steven's hips is gonna mark, but Y/n doesn't care only focusing on his own pleasure.

"L-love! s--slow down! pleAse slow down! AhhHh~ ohh fuck~" Steven begs while his face runs with tears.

The bed creaks, shakes and bounces from the two as skin slapping, moans and screams can be heard from outside the house while the two are at it. Steven holds onto the pillow for dear life screaming in it while some of his tears land on it.

Y/n's cock is reaching new places for Steven causing Steven to scream and cry as the cock inside him explore places that it hasn't ever reached. Y/n turns Steven around making his back on the sheets now. Steven's eyes are all watery, but he can still see Y/n's wolf features clearing. Steven opens his legs wider giving Y/n more access.

Steven looks down at his stomach seeing the outline of Y/n cock bulging in his stomach. Steven weakly moves his hand on the bulge feeling it move up and down inside him. The image of Y/n that deep inside him makes Steven throw his head back and cum hard all over himself and his lover.

The scent of his Steven makes Y/n intoxicated and makes him go even faster abusing his hole. Y/n growl and snarl and almost let out a sound almost like a howl as he cums deep inside Steven burying his seed deep inside him. Steven cries and moans feeling Y/n hot cum inside him. Steven thinks Y/n load never stops coming. It overfills him causing most of the cum to leak out of his abused hole.

"Steven...Become my mate. Be mine forever."

"Y----yes. I wanna be your mate..." Even though Steven's answer is quiet Y/n still hears him and moves to Steven's neck finding a spot before biting into it deeply. Steven winces and squirms under Y/n.

After a while Y/n finally pulls away licking and kissing the mark before turning back into his human form.

"Soo...How will you rate the monster?"

"Y/nnn. Not now." Steven says out of breath.

"I'm just saying. Looks like you two had fun. I mean you're covered in cum and lets not even talk about your legs, thighs and especially your ass---"

Y/n gets cut off by a pillow thrown his way. Y/n laughs and kisses Steven's head. "He told me he likes you. And he wants to fuck you again until you have his children." Y/n says honestly with a giggle.

"Did you hear me Steven----" "SHUT UP"

THE END

#steven grant x male reader #steven grant #moon knight #moonknight x male reader #x male reader #male reader #marvel x male reader #the bear club

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"But you're a chick!" (Eddie Munson)

Summary: You're the new girl in town and Corroded Coffin needs a drummer

Eddie Munson x Reader

Warnings: fem!reader, sexism, minor language, the briefest mention of weed, I picked the name Nick because the character is labeled as Freak 1 and that wasn't gonna cut it, idk it's my first time doing warnings

Word Count: I think around 1400

You'd been in Hawkins all of three weeks and made all of zero friends. Maybe it was because you didn't try, or maybe it was the "freakish" vibe you gave off. (Someone said it not so quietly behind you in class). Either way, you were content with loneliness, you only had a couple months left in high school, then you could hightail it out of Indiana and back to New York.

The only slightly intriguing thing about Hawkins High was the reigning school freak, Eddie Munson. He was one of the few people who didn't look like they were attempting to model themselves after Barbie or Ken.

He became all the more intriguing as he walked through the hallways, tacking flyers to the wall every couple feet. You stood across the hall as the lunch bell rang, watching shamelessly from your locker as everyone crowded toward the cafeteria. Once the hallway population was reduced to you, Eddie, and a few stragglers, you made your approach.

"What are these for?" You asked, plucking a slip of paper from Eddie's elbow, covered by the black sleeve of his Hellfire Club t-shirt, though you could still see the bat tattoos adorning his skin.

"My band. Gareth's mom is pulling him out," he replied, not looking up at first as he smoothed the paper onto the painted cinderblock.

"Corroded Coffin?" You questioned, quirking a brow as your eyes scanned the flyer. It was a help wanted poster, the band needed a drummer.

"Yeah, listen-" Eddie finally looked up at you as you leaned against the wall he was facing. His eyes flitted over your face, taking in the nose ring and slightly smudged mascara. You watched his eyes drop to your Black Sabbath t-shirt that was lazily tucked into a pair of jeans. His eyes stopped momentarily where fishnets peaked through the holes in your pants, and again on the chucks that covered your feet before he finally looked back up to your face, where a knowing smirk had since taken over.

"I'm listening," you chime, reminding him that he was mid sentence. You carefully took in each of his features and decided that he was just as attractive up close as he was from a distance.

"Ahem. We're looking for a drummer, and I'm sorry princess, but this isn't the gig for you," he finished, eyes not leaving yours.

"But I'm drummer," You shrugged. "I haven't been in Hawkins long, but there can't be that many of drummers here willing to play with 'Corroded Coffin'."

"You're a drummer?" He asked, letting the dig at his band name slide. He shook his head. "Maybe guitar, but the drums, princess? You seem a bit dainty."

You didn't budge as he looked over your arms, that were admittedly small, but that didn't mean you couldn't rule a drum set.

"And you seem like you're too old for high school, yet here we are," You winked.

"Ouch," he rolled his eyes and clutched his chest, plucking the flyer back from you with his other hand.

"Do you need a drummer or not?" You shook your head. You weren't completely sure why you were so persistent about him letting you join the band, but you chalked it up to needing to prove him wrong now that he'd decided to be a sexist dipshit.

"Maybe we'll give you a try," he smiled. "Info's on the page, auditions are at 7."

"Maybe I'll be there," you shrugged, biting your lip in fake contemplation.

"What's your name, princess?" He asked, very obviously looking over your messy hair then down to your lips as you answered. Was he-- was he flirting?

"Y/N"

"Eddie," he responded, bowing as he presented himself like you had just experienced a king.

"Are you always so theatric?" You questioned, leaning down to his eye level since he had yet to raise from his bow.

"Do you want me to be?" His eyes widened daringly. You rolled your eyes to hide the smile that threatened to show. You rose back onto the wall, and he followed.

You paused for a moment before you smirked at him and kicked off the wall, heading for the exit.

"Later, Eddie!"

"See you tonight, princess!"

You didn't turn around, just shook your head and flipped him the bird.

***

You pulled up to the address, blasting Flash of the Blade by Iron Maiden. You spotted Eddie front and center with two guys on either side of him. You recognized as his Hellfire cronies that usually followed him through school.

"You mind?" You heard him shout over your music which had very clearly interrupted his practice.

"No, not at all," you grinned, cranking up the stereo volume. You let it go for a few more seconds before turning off the car and stepping into the garage.

"Guys this is Y/N, Y/N this is Jeff and Nick," he gestured, already annoyed by your behavior.

You gave a dramatic curtsy to the other two Corroded Coffin members.

"Why is the new chick here?" Nick asked.

"She's here to audition to be our drummer," Eddie replied, sighing.

"But she's a chick," Jeff turned to you, confused. "But you're a chick!"

"I am indeed a woman, asshole," You retorted, making your way to the drum kit and grabbing the sticks that sat on top of the stool.

You ignored their unsubtle arguments about your gender and possible inability to hit drums in a particular order in a particular rhythm because of the fact that you're a girl. You quickly arranged a few pieces of the kit before interrupting their argument with a quick drum fill to test the placement of each piece.

"Can we start?" You asked, quirking a brow.

"Can you play Sabbath?" Eddie asked, you couldn't help but notice the glint in his eye.

"Which song?" You questioned, adjusting your grip on the sticks. He smirked as you accepted his challenge.

"Heaven and Hell," he squinted. You gave a nod as the senior members of the band turned toward you to watch as you played.

You gave them a count off before striking the cymbals. Eddie picked up with heavy guitar and you all fell into the song. You kept the beat steady and played the song near perfectly. It had been a constant within all of your mixtapes since it released.

As the song finished out, you analyzed each of their expressions. Nick seemed shocked, yet impressed. Jeff attempted to remain unaffected but there was a bit of surprise beaming through the chinks in his armor.

Eddie didn't look surprised, he looked almost dazed. Like he'd just taken the strongest hit of his life.

"What's that look for?" You asked, nudging your chin at him.

"I think I'm in love," he answered, lips pulling down into a frown as he nodded with furrowed brows.

"Get over it," you hummed, praying that your cheeks weren't flaming.

"Yeah, fat chance, princess," he winked.

"Am I in the band or not?" You scratched your head with a drumstick, awaiting the verdict.

Eddie turned to his bandmates as they stared at one another for a few moments.

"The chick can drum," Nick gave in.

"What about Gareth?" Jeff whined.

"Gareth isn't coming back. His mom pulled him from the band, he's barely allowed to come to Hellfire," Eddie reasoned.

"And she's better," Nick mumbled lowly. You felt yourself smirk in pride.

"And she's better," Eddie exclaimed, throwing his hands up in the air dramatically.

"I don't know," Jeff continued like you weren't even there.

"Plus she's my future girlfriend, you can't say no," Eddie said, placing a hand on Jeff's shoulder.

"HA!" you shook your head.

"She will be if you say yes," Eddie egged on.

"If Gareth's really not coming back then fine," Jeff sighed.

"Yes!" Eddie hopped up on the couch against the wall, jumping up and down.

"Welcome to Corroded Coffin, Y/N," Jeff shook your hand.

"But at what cost?" You amirked, turning to watch Eddie "the freak" Munson squeal like a girl at the prospect of you joining his crew.

"Just wait, princess," Eddie smirked, shaking his head lovingly.

"Oh, I'm swooning," you clutched your chest, hoping to cover up the surely audible sound of your heart beating.

#eddie munson #eddie stranger things #eddie x reader #stranger things #st4 eddie #fanfic #oneshot

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