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taintedcigs · 10 months

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i know places — e.m.

pairing: eddie munson x popular cheerleader!f!reader

warnings: 18+ ONLY, minors dni!!, ANGST, smut, p in v, kind of degradation, jealousy, praises, nicknames, br*eding kink, cre*mpie, FIGHT!!, eddie beats someone up, gareth is an asshole im sorry, and some flufff

summary: in which you are secretly dating eddie because his friends don't like you (wc: 6k+)

a/n: HELLO hello I AM BACK! i kind of hate this, and the ending sucks pls ignore it but i wanted to post it so bad bc i love ts x eddie!! also a part of this was heavily HEAVILY inspired by an ep of veronica mars bc its one of my fav shows!! also no dividers and i didn't proof-read SO PLEASE ignore the mistakes plss

Four months.

It had been four months since you and Eddie had started to “secretly date.”

And in all honesty, it had been fun. The sneaking around, the private dates, the quick fuck seshs in school, in the supply closet, after his D&D campaigns, in his van, in the woods.

And the teasing, oh god, the teasing.

It's why you were currently scrunched up in the back of his van, ragged breathing and curses, heavy tension filling the space.

“You done teasin’?” he asked, hovering over you.

It started with the glances in the hallway, at first, Eddie thought they were innocent. But the way you threw your head back as you touched Andy’s arm had Eddie’s jaw clenched.

He was sure his blood was boiling by the time he dragged you back to his van.

He dismissed your concerns about how he shouldn’t skip English again, he could care less, he needed you, and he needed you now.

It was driving him crazy too, while he had fun, he hated the idea of not being able to tell those stupid jocks to back off of his girl.

He hated the stupid school hierarchy and his friends for having to keep this relationship a secret, he hated not being able to show you off.

“Teasing?” You asked, an innocent smile playing on your lips.

“C’mon don’t play coy now.” He warned, “I know what you were tryin’ to do with that stupid jock.” He scoffed.

“And did it work?” You batted your lashes, and he rolled his tongue inside of his cheek. “Yeah.” He barely gave you any time to adjust before his lips hungrily attacked yours.

So needy and filled with lust that you couldn’t help the whimpers that escaped your lips. He didn’t waste any time as he reached for the edge of your tiny top almost ripping it off and letting it drop to the van’s floor.

You could feel your breath hitch with how rough he was being, his calloused fingers flipping your cheerleader skirt and moving your panties aside, sliding a finger as he groaned at the wetness, partying your pussy to get a better view of your gushing heat.

“Fuckfuckfuck.” He cursed under his breath, “Such a pretty fucking pussy, baby,” He peppered your heat. “All mine, yea?” He asked needily.

His fingers worked your clit with little circles, causing you to whimper out. “Mhmm.” You barely let out, eyes shutting immediately in pleasure.

His fingers worked to stretch you open, and his visible bulge was pressing hard against his uncomfortable pants, you knew you would get what you had been begging for all morning soon.

“You think it’s fuckin’ funny to try to make me jealous?” He raised a brow, and you stopped your lips from twitching into a smirk, you didn’t need him to edge you, not right now, not when you needed him this much.

“Nuh-uh.” You pouted, “Only did it cause you kept flirting with that girl yesterday at the gig.” You huffed, you knew you were being petty, but could care less, the downside to this whole deal was the fact that you couldn’t tell those girls to back off of him, you just had to smile and watch as they swooned all over him.

And if he could play at that game, so could you.

He gave you a slight chuckle before his fingers plunged in and out of you, his thumb rubbing circles on your clit as you moaned for more. “Needy fuckin’ slut.” He’s being mean, and you love it.

“I’ll give you all the attention you need, yea? Such a bratty baby.” He teased.

You cried out when he retracted his fingers, feeling empty as you pouted at him. He was quick to get his aching cock out of the uncomfortable boxers, bouncing against his stomach as he hissed.

His breathing was ragged as his cock flexed in his palm, causing your thighs to tremble with need, “Do something.” You breathed.

He raised a brow at your eagerness, “Please,” You pleaded, tears welling in your eyes at the pent-up frustration inside of you.

He was quick to dip his head down your chest, mouth nibbling at your nipples, and you arched against his fingers, he was driving you crazy and you could feel his aching cock brush against your thighs.

“So fuckin’ perfect,” He cried out pinching your clit, “And all mine,” You liked how rough and possessive he got when he was jealous, you didn’t care that it was wrong, your heat was pulsing relentlessly with need.

“Jesus,” He cried out when he had one hand on your hip, and used the other to rub the tip of his pulsing cock against your entrance.

You trembled with desire when he teased you further, his pink tip sliding easily over your soaking cunt, “C’mon, thought you wanted to fuckin’ tease me?” He mocked.

“You’re already cryin’ out like a whore and I haven’t even touched you properly yet, peach,” He cooes, causing you to whine.

“N—need you,” Barely able to speak, you spread your thighs further, and Eddie gives you a chuckle, his mocking was making you throb even more.

“Jesus fucking Christ, you spread your legs like that for that dumb jock too, honey?” His words are laced with bitterness and you’re quick to shake your head.

“Uh—uh, only you,” You whine, he’s rough as he grabs your cheeks making you look at him, your eyes widen as you desperately plead for him to do something — anything.

“Since I own this tight little cunt, I’m gonna use it like I fuckin’ want to,” He growls, and you whimper at that, Eddie’s lips tilt into a smirk, he knows you enjoy his words. “You want that, peach? You want me to wreck this pretty little pussy? Fill you to the brim with my warm load?” He asks, and it makes you tilt your head backward in pleasure when he teases his tip against your entrance again.

“Mpmhm… Fuckfuckfuck, yes please!” You’re practically shaking with the need to be fucked.

He grasped your wrists in one hand, pinning them against the cold walls of his van, making you hiss, barely giving you any warning before he slowly prodded his aching cock inside your velvety walls.

“Fuckohfuckohfuck,” His breathing was ragged and you could almost feel his cock splitting you open, your mouth rounding into a silent ‘Oh.’

As he plunged himself deeper into you, your back arched back toward him, making your cunt clamp down on his cock, and he growled, “S’fuckin’ tight, poor baby must’ve felt so empty without my cock, yea?” He cooes and you nod quickly.

You could feel your insides burn, both from need and from how big Eddie was. “Mmmph, greedy fuckin’ cunt. Takin’ me so well, honey.” He murmured peppering your face with kisses, you could barely take in his words, your mind clouded with desire.

Your eyes welled up in tears again, it felt so fucking good, feeling him this deep inside of you, “Shhh… you can do it baby,” Eddie encouraged as he forced himself deeper into your soaking walls.

“Be a good girl and take it all, can you do that honey?” You nodded immediately, Eddie’s hands were quick to caress your cheeks, “Good fuckin’ girl,” He murmured before he went on and on, his cock invading your walls until he was sure he was balls deep inside of you.

You couldn’t help the filthy squeaks that escaped your lips, the space of the van filled with your mewls and Eddie’s balls slapping against you.

He licks your neck before he bites hard onto your shoulder, his grunts filling the room as he plunges harder into you.

“Jesus fucking— mmpfh… just like that honey,” He murmurs into your neck, “My perfect fuckin’ girl.”

“Look so fuckin’ pretty when you’re all fucked out like this,” He nibbles on your neck, hands pinching your nipples. “Gonna be the fuckin’ death of me, baby,” He groans as he slams further inside of you.

“Edsedsedseds!” You repeat like a mantra, “What’d’ya need, peach?” He asks smugly.

“Jesus— n-need to cum!” You cry out and Eddie’s brain short-circuits for a moment, as you lay beneath him, plump lips making ‘Oh!’ sounds as your head is tilted back, and Eddie revels in it.

“Do it, honey. Cum for me,” He encourages.

“Need that tight little cunt to clamp down on me, peach,” He groans, and your whimpers get louder, you know you’re getting close and Eddie can feel how much you tighten around him.

“Shitshitshiiit— baby, this cunt is so fuckin’ greedy, and so fuckin’ tight,” He grunts. “All mine, angel.”

“’M close, Eds…” You barely blurt out in your fucked out state, and Eddie coos, “Cum for me, honey, c’mon cream my cock.”

He tilts his hips up further and hits your velvety walls so perfectly that almost has your eyes crossing.

Once his calloused fingers make their way onto your clit, rubbing slow circles and also giving your sensitive spot a pinch you cry out, trembling beneath him as you feel yourself release around his cock.

He lets out a loud grunt, “S’fuckin’ tight when you cum, shit— Gonna fuck my load into you, baby.”

“You want that? You want me to fill that pretty pussy, have you leakin’ my cum for days?” You nod weakly, still too fucked out to answer.

“Fuckfuckfuck— yeah, baby, gonna fill your tight little hole up, gonna give you all this cum,” He grunted.

“Would you like that honey? Shit—so fuckin’ tight, beg for it, beg for me, princess—” He almost growls into the curve of your neck, his hips slamming forward roughly, “Please—Eds, please, need your cum…” You make a mewling sound and Eddie can’t help himself, he’s pounding into you like a dog in heat and he knows he’s getting close now.

“Jesus—I’m gonna cum, honey. God—I’m gonna spend all of my load in this tight little cunt peach, it’s takin’ me so well, baby, I couldn’t pull out even if I wanted to, fuckfuckfuck—”

“Goin’ to fuck my load into you, baby, need to fill you up nice and sweet,” He cooes, mind boggling with the sight of your tits jiggling each time he slams harder into you, he knows he is rearing his orgasm with the way his hips stutter.

“Cum inside’a me, please,” You purr, eyes sultry as they meet Eddie’s, his grip on your hips tightens enough to leave a mark, your words sending a wave of pleasure to him as his movement is picked up.

“Mhmm, I love it when you fill me up s’warm and nice, and make me yours,” You murmured and that was it for Eddie.

His groans became uncontrollable now, and his eyes squeezed shut, he slammed into your body one last time, roughly, a string of curses spilled from his lips before his cock pulsated and his warm sticky load painted your insides, already spilling out of your tight cunt with how stuffed you were, falling down your thighs.

With a few “Fuckfuckfuck’s” Eddie collapsed on top of you, lips peppering your face softly as he wrapped an arm around you, murmuring, “You okay, baby?”

You nodded quickly, “Mhmm…” You relaxed into his warm body, “That fuckin’ punk really thought he could flirt with you, huh?” He chuckled; he was still possessive, bringing a dark smile to your lips.

“You know what you have to do to keep them away, don’t you?” You raised a brow, and he immediately knew what you were implying, but he wasn’t ready for any of it.

“Not this again,” He huffed, and you were quick to get out of his hold, you weren’t the type to push a guy around to make things exclusive, but with Eddie, you wanted nothing more than that, you didn’t even care about the teasing you would endure when the two of you made things official, but he certainly did, and it was starting to hurt you.

“Nevermind,” You murmured, searching for your clothes as Eddie got up, “Why are we in such a hurry?” He asked, tone worried. “We already skipped one class, I don’t wanna skip another one, doofus.” You narrowed your eyes at him before slipping on your skirt, sighing in relief when you found your panties discarded on the floor.

“You mad at me or somethin’?” You could tell how fragile he was acting around you, and it made your heart ache, but all of the secrets and running around were getting to you, the girls that were throwing themselves at Eddie as he flashed them a chuckle made your blood boil, you couldn’t take it anymore.

“No, it’s just super fucking tiring to act like you don’t exist, when you’re the only person I want in my life,” Your words come out faster than you mean to, and you look at him with such a hopeful gaze that Eddie’s heart tightens, the last thing he wants to do is hurt you.

“Honey…” He whispers, before pulling your body to his again, “You have no fuckin’ idea how much I want that to happen, but—”

“But, what?” Your voice is irritated.

“But you know how the guys are, you know how annoying Gareth—” You immediately scoff at the name.

You had no idea when or why it happened. You had no idea what caused him to act this way toward you. But Eddie’s friends absolutely hated you. Especially Gareth. Jeff also did not like the fact that you were the head cheerleader, but Gareth almost had a vendetta against you, you had barely interacted with him, but the boy was out to get you.

You were fine with the kids, Dustin and Mike had adored you the second you protected them against Carver’s idea of a joke. Lucas, with his new place on the basketball team, understood you, granted he had no idea of what was happening between you and Eddie, but he knew you were Eddie’s friend, and he knew how hard Eddie’s friends have been on you.

And that is exactly why you and Eddie had decided to keep your relationship a secret that started a few months ago.

Eddie had doubts about what people would say about your relationship, and he couldn’t handle the fact that his friends would have a say in it, he wanted to keep you away from them, as long as possible.

And he assumed your popular friends wouldn’t be so keen on him, either.

So you agreed to keep the relationship a secret, but it was eating away at you now.

“It’s about him again, isn’t it?” You asked, shaking your head with a chuckle. “Four months and you can’t even dare to say I’m your girlfriend, because of fucking Gareth,” You spat out.

“It’s not just about that—Jesus, you think your cheerleader and jock friends would fuckin’ enjoy havin’ the freak around?” His tone was louder now and you hated it.

“I don’t care! I don’t give the slightest fuck what they would think about my boyfriend, it’s my business and they don’t fucking get a say in it, Eddie!” Your insecurities were on the surface now, even if Eddie couldn’t tell, you were hurt by him wanting to hide you away this much, caring more about Gareth who had this twisted game of trying to hurt you, and it made you feel like absolute shit like Eddie could care less about you.

“Don’t you think I fuckin’ know that? I do! But Gareth—” You scoffed interrupting him as you turned around to face him. “Fuck him!” Your voice raised in fury.

“Look, Eddie, if you don’t want this—” Your hand was quick to point between the two of you, “Just say the fucking word.”

“You’re twistin’ my fuckin’ words around,” His voice didn’t hold the confidence it did before, his eyes were washed over with guilt and worry, he couldn’t afford to lose you, and if he kept being a jackass, it looked like he was going to.

“You’re unbelievable,” He scoffed, “I’m unbelievable?” You quoted him, eyes narrowing again.

Eddie was on his last straws and he knew it, but he couldn’t get himself to back down, he couldn’t let you see the vulnerable side of him this soon, there was no way you would be able to stay with him, not when you saw how fragile he actually was.

“Yeah! You fuckin’ are, acting all insane and shit just because you felt jealous over some stupid girls—” And he stops there because the exasperation of breath that slipped past your lips is so loud that he realizes what he just said.

“Fuck you,” You say it so ironically and humorously, that Eddie likes to think this is one of those ironic ‘Fuck you’s you had uttered to him before, slightly nudging his side as you gave him a warm smile, but you’re nothing but cold now.

“If you think that’s what this is about then I have nothing to say to you,” Your voice was timid before you made your way to the door, Eddie’s faint mumbles of your name were just dizzying your mind when you felt the hot tears threatening to spill down your cheeks.

And with that, Eddie spent the rest of the day either sulking or using other people as his anger outlet, he knew it wasn’t fair, but he couldn’t help it when you spent the rest of the day ignoring him, acting like he didn’t even exist, and it was killing him.

It got so much worse for him around lunchtime, his table was facing you, and his throat tightened, a lump forming at the fact that you didn’t even glance at him, not even turning your head toward his direction.

Eddie was fidgeting in his seat, he was itching to run over to your side, scream at the top of his lungs that you were his girlfriend, and kiss you, right in front of the entire school.

It was killing him, not being able to show you how much he fucking loved you. And his mind was now swirling with the idea that you finally realized how much of a loser he was, or that you finally realized how he didn’t deserve you, not in the slightest bit.

After one fucking conversation he had managed to push you away, and possibly manage to ruin one good fucking thing in his life, and he wanted to bang his head against the table while yelling out idiotidiotidiot!

Eddie knew he had to do something, as soon as possible, you were slipping away from his fingers, and he couldn’t handle losing you.

You were doing everything you can to avoid his gaze, no matter how much your head itched to cock in his direction.

Trying your best to stay unbothered as you attempted to laugh genuinely at the cheesy jokes Andy was providing the table with.

And Eddie’s blood was boiling, you seriously didn’t mean to make him jealous, but it didn’t matter to him, you were acknowledging everyone and specifically Andy right now but him, and it made Eddie’s jaw clench uncontrollably.

The banter going on at the table was unknown to him, but it made your skin crawl as if Gareth was saying some stupid shit about you again as if the entire table was mocking you, it was cruel, or at least it felt cruel to you.

That’s when your throat tightened up, your mind foggy as you could barely focus on anything but the chatter going on at Eddie’s table.

The cafeteria noises were pounding in your head now, jock’s table filled with the obnoxious laugh of Jason Carver, and you could even hear Robin blabbing something to Steve somewhere behind you. It was all a blur to you by now.

It surely had nothing to do with you but your mind and anxiety were enough to convince you that Gareth was making fun of you at the table. That little voice in your head there to tell you all the worst possibilities.

You barely noticed Eddie’s body burning off with rage when you were so focused on trying to hear what Gareth was saying, it shouldn’t have bothered you this much, but knowing how close he was to Eddie and how much he hated you… maybe it meant something.

Maybe Gareth knew that you were not good enough for Eddie, maybe you deserved it.

Maybe Gareth was right, maybe you were not right for Eddie, maybe he deserved to be with someone who liked his stupid D&D game, someone who didn’t conform, someone who wasn’t a coward, maybe someone who wasn’t a—

“Hey…”

“You okay?” Chrissy’s concerning voice caused your train of thought to disappear, at least pushing it back into your subconscious until you were ready to face your problems again.

“Mhmm,” You were quick to flash her with a smile, it wasn’t genuine and she probably knew it wasn’t genuine but, she stood silent as she didn’t want to put you on blast in front of everyone, giving you a tight-lipped smile and a reassuring squeeze in your arm, and you invited it in, cold demeanor changing within seconds.

And Eddie could sense it now, sitting across you, leaning in his chair like a storm isn’t brewing in his head, eyeing you carefully.

You slowly readjusted yourself, eyes quickly stealing a glance from Eddie’s table–but never at him.

And if he wasn’t watching he would’ve missed it, but he didn’t—hope inside of him blossoming like never before.

He was fidgeting to get out of his seat, run over to you, hands itching to hold you again, never to let go this time.

Your quick glance, instead of resulting in Eddie’s attention, brought Gareth’s unwarranted attention to you.

You felt uncomfortable in your seat now, you knew now your anxiety about him talking awfully about you to Eddie would be true now.

“She’s such a spoiled brat,” Gareth blurted out.

“Who are you talking about?” Jeff asked mindlessly, hands dipped into the fries he had been munching on.

“That stupid cheerleader,” Eddie’s head snapped at the mention of that, surely Gareth didn’t mean—Oh.

It was as if the rage building in within Eddie had snapped within seconds, thoughts in his head swirling, blaming Gareth for the fight.

“Watch it,” Eddie’s voice spoke before he turned his attention to Gareth, the table immediately quitening down.

“Excuse me?” Gareth questioned, taken aback, before Eddie cocked his head in his direction.

“Don’t fuckin’ talk about her,” His teeth were gritted, and your ears perked up at the rise in Eddie’s voice.

“The fuck are you on about?” Gareth replied back, the tension in the table was rising and Dustin was fidgeting im his seat by now.

“I’m telling you to keep your mouth shut when it comes to her, is that clear?” Eddie bounced from his seat, so quickly that he didn’t realize the entire cafeteria staring at him, including you.

Gareth gave him a confused chuckle, “I’m sorry?”

“Are you defending a cheerleader now or what? Have you forgotten how awful they have been to us?” He raised a brow.

“She didn’t do anything,” Eddie defended you like his life depended on it, he couldn’t believe how stupid he was being, for caring about Gareth’s half-witted input on you, like he ever actually had a conversation with you other than throwing insults to your way under his breath.

“So leave her alone,” It was more like a threat than anything else, and your heart skipped a beat when you saw the scene, Eddie not noticing your gaze, blinded by the rage.

Eddie was barely hanging by a thread, the way he leaned over the table eyes bulging out as he stood over Gareth, everyone could sense it.

A loud whoo’s from the jock’s table caused you to huff, before you knew it, Jason Carver was involved.

“Trouble in paradise?” He shouted, followed by the obnoxious laughter of his followers, they called Eddie the leader of a satanic cult but by the looks of it, Jason and his stupid little jocks fit the description more.

“Oh, shut it, Carver,” Your mouth opened before your mind could process it, heads turned toward you and you were afraid to look back up now.

The laughter from Jason’s table had died down, and you could feel plenty of eyes on you, but what mattered the most, you could feel Eddie’s burning gaze on you, the storm in his mind calming down with your tone.

Before you knew it everyone went into something else, Chrissy was quick to start a conversation and you could see from the corner of your eye that Dustin had probably took on the same job, spewing nonsense until the tension deviated.

Eddie had slumped into his seat now, thighs spread wide open while his leg fidgeted, his anger had dissipated—eyes trained on you again, it was so obvious now, even Chrissy was nudging you.

The conversation at the table was no longer interesting, he didn’t even attempt to care if Gareth was okay, you stood up to him in front of the entire school, so mindlessly that Eddie felt like a coward.

Guilt ran through his veins quicker than it intended to, Eddie knew he has been acting like an idiot, but you had opened his eyes further.

He knew he had to talk to you.

And once he saw you leaving the cafeteria alone, he knew it was now or never.

He barely waited right after you left, ignoring the voices from the table calling out for him as he waved them off, mumbling incoherently about how he had to take care of something.

You stopped when you heard his weighted footsteps, jogging after you as he called your name.

You were afraid to turn around, afraid to ask him what had happened that made him lash out at Gareth like that.

“I’m sorry,” were the first words that slipped past his almost trembling lips, his honey-brown eyes mellow.

“I said some really stupid things I shouldn’t have said,” were the words that followed, you could tell he meant it, ragged breath escaping with each word, he was nervous.

Your heart tightened in your chest, unable to open your mouth, you stared at him like a deer caught in headlights.

“I—I don’t need you to say anything,” He breathed again, and it’s not like you could get any words out now, they all died down in your throat.

“I just need you to trust me,” He murmured, calloused hands coming in contact with your shoulders as he held you steady, your legs feeling like jelly when he looked at you like that.

“W—with what?” You didn’t mean to stutter, but you couldn’t help it when he was standing this close to you, it didn’t matter if you had been dating for the last four months, you could tell something in him had changed, with the way he held you in public, your mind getting excited about the possibilities.

“I’m gonna fix this,” He pointed between the two of you, almost mimicking you from before.

“I’ll pick you up at 7, does that sound okay?” He gave you a warm smile, teeth flashing and dimples forming on the right side of his cheek, making you giggle immediately.

“O–okay,” You didn’t mean to sound so excited–almost desperate, but you could feel your insides twist with hope with each of his words, breaking down the guards you spent building up all these years.

He gave you a sloppy kiss on your cheek, his smile never wearing off, “See you after school, yea?” You nodded quickly, heat rising up on your cheeks.

By the time Eddie picked you up by your house, your chest tightened, the whole ride was more silent than usual, the stereo Eddie usually blasted now stayed as a background noise as you fidgeted in your seat.

“Are you ever gonna tell me where we are going? Or at least what we’re gonna do?” You asked curiously, head cocking to his side.

“So impatient,” He mocked, hands drumming on the steering wheel before he flashed you a smile.

“We’re almost there,” He announced, and the roads were becoming all too familiar to you now.

“Are we going to the trailer?” You asked excitedly, and Eddie threw you a look.

“You do know what surprises mean, don’t you?” He raised his brows and flashed a teasing smile, his eyes dancing with amusement.

You huffed playfully, crossing your arms against your chest.

“You do realize how cute you look when you get all mad like that?”

"Oh, stop it," you stammered, covering your face slightly with your hands, attempting to hide your embarrassment and the smile that threatened to betray you.

Eddie flashed a toothy-grin, dimples ever so present, you couldn't tear your eyes away from him, even if you wanted to.

Gaze lingered on his features longingly, as if trying to capture every detail in your memory. “Thank you for today,” He murmured, almost embarrassed, looking out on the road as his hands got clammy on the steering wheel.

You know exactly what he was thanking you for, but you still threw him a puzzled look.

“For standing up to Carver like that,” He adds, clearing his throat,

“I doubt you realize it Eddie but—”

“I think I’d pretty much do anything for you,” The words blurted out before you could process them, brain jumbled from everything that happened today.

A soft smile curved his lips as he watched you, eyes tracing every contour of your face with awe.

The rest of the ride was silent, as you kept your promise to not spoil the surprise, mind filled with various ideas as Eddie finally pulled up to his trailer.

"So... will you tell me the surprise now?" You asked, smile etching on your face as Eddie gave you a breathy laugh.

"Such an impatient baby, huh?" He mocked, nudging your shoulder playfully, his eyes sparkling with mirth.

As you caught up to him, he couldn't help but reach out to brush your hand with his fingertips, a subtle gesture of affection.

When he finally intertwined them, your heart raced, possibilities of whatever the surprise was overwhelming you as your palms grew sweaty with anxiety when you faced the daunting door to Eddie's trailer.

Eddie's fingers gripped the doorknob tightly, with a twist of the key in his hands, the lock mechanism turned, and he pushed the door open, revealing loud chattering coming from the room.

You got startled when Eddie fully opened the door, almost squealing when you saw all of the Hellfire Club squeezed into the living room, your eyes widening at Eddie's surprise.

It was silent before Gareth spoke up, “What kind of a sick joke is this supposed to be?” He chuckled bitterly, Eddie felt hot-blooded again.

“Is this why you defended her during lunch?” He chuckled, and your eyes widened at the revelation—so, that's why Eddie lashed out at lunch.

"Unfuckinbelievable," Gareth scoffed.

Eddie's jaw tightened, the muscles flexing with the strain of suppressing the overwhelming urge to lash out. “What the hell are you doing? Please tell me this is a new joke of yours called ‘I’m fucking the spoiled brat cheerleader to spite the jocks’.” Gareth spoke up, and turned around to Jeff and others for approval, but the rest of the guys just stood silent, he had crossed the line and everyone could sense it.

Your face soured at his comment, and you could feel Eddie’s grip on your hand tightened, he was getting fired up. “Goodbye, Gareth.” Eddie spoke calmly, much to your and everyone else’s surprise. Every movement he made was rigid, calculated, as if trying to contain the tempest of rage threatening to consume him.

Gareth turned to Eddie baffled, “What?” He scoffed, and Eddie gave a breathy chuckle before straightening up to collect himself. “Get out of my house.” Eddie spat with rage inside of him.

“You have a problem with, her, you leave.” You looked up at him softly as you gently squeezed his hand to let him know that it was okay, he didn’t need to make a scene, and he softened with your touch.

“Actually, if you have a problem with Y/N, you’re pretty much dead to me so just like…” He mocked a thinking face, “Evaporate or something, I don’t know.” A sarcastic smirk was plastered onto his lips now.

Everyone stood silent, causing Eddie to huff.

“That’s kind of a general invitation, if you don’t like my girlfriend then… just start heading toward the rectangle with the knob.” A wide smile spread across your face at him calling you 'his girlfriend', you leaned towards him almost, eager to soak in every word.

“Fuck you, Eddie,” Gareth spat out, Eddie rolled his tongue inside of his cheek at the comment, it looked like Gareth wasn't just going to go away silently, and Eddie wasn't sure if he could hold off the storm brewing inside of him if Gareth dared to talk about you again.

“Selling off your friends for a cheer slut—”

THUMP!

The sound that resonated in your ears before Gareth laid on the ground beneath you, it happened all so fast, Eddie's veins pulsating with the surging rage before his fists collided with Gareth's cheek.

Your mouth hung open, words trapped in your throat as your voice failed you in the face of disbelief.

Eddie cowered over him, the rest of the guys standing in shock as they tried to hold him back, they didn't need to, Eddie was done with Gareth.

“I told you to not fuckin' speak about her, was that not clear?” He spat out his words with seething anger. Gareth looked back at him with a groan.

“Then let this be a lesson for you.” He sneered.

It was all blurry, Gareth still groaning and mumbling under his breath as he left without a goodbye, the rest of the guys apologizing as they took care of Gareth, congratulating the two of you before he left to probably get that poor boy some ice.

“Well... I'd say that went pretty well?” A mischievous glint sparkled in his eyes, and you giggled at Eddie's inability to defuse the tension in the room.

“'M so sorry...” You straightened your posture, lifting your head to meet Eddie's soft gaze.

“Are you kidding?” He asked, eyes glinting with admiration.

“I don't care about him,” He scoffed.

“He doesn't fucking get to talk about you like that, and he doesn't deserve to be in my life,” His firm stance and unwavering eye contact were signaling you that he meant every word he was saying, he got sick of Gareth's shit, that's why this had happened, not because of you.

“You have nothing to be sorry about, honey,” He muttered, pressing soft kisses into your hair, he was trying to relieve you of your guilt, telling you that this was all on Gareth.

He leaned slightly forward, subtly closing the distance between you and him. “Now see,” He muttered, “Why can't it just be like this?” He couldn't help but reach out to gently brush a strand of hair away from your face, his touch tender as his fingers ached to touch you.

“Why do other people in the world have to exist, huh?” Every time he spoke to you, his voice took on a softer, almost more mellow tone, as if he was savoring the words to speak to you on his lips.

Your head tilted slightly with a giggle, eager to absorb every word he uttered. Each touch, each gaze you shared, sent an unwavering contentment through his entire being, more than you realized.

#eddie munson x reader #eddie munson oneshot #eddie munson smut #eddie munson angst #eddie munson fanfic #eddie munson x you #eddie munson x y/n #eddie munson imagines #stranger things #stranger things imagines #eddie munson x taylor swift #eddie munson x cheerleader!reader

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Mud and Suds

Flufftober, October 3rd

3 year old Salvatore sister reader x Stefan Salvatore x Damon Salvatore

Summary: Damon makes Stefan give you a bath from you being all dirty, and it backfires on him just a bit

Warnings: None, fluff overload

A/n: may be a bit ooc, but it's really stinkin cute

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It’s been two hours since you went outside carrying a plastic shovel and two different sized containers.

“She’s been out there for a while, what’s she doing?” Damon brought up, looking outside through the open door and can barely see you because you’re too far away.

“Well you can always check on her” Stefan pointed out, looking up from writing in his diary.

Damon shrugged and went out, walking towards where you were sitting, surrounded by different blobs of dirt and mud. You built all of them forming a little mud kingdom of your own surrounding your vicinity. He walked up to you, noticing all of the mud smeared on your clothing, face, arms, and legs. He raised an eyebrow wondering how you managed that.

“Hey, Kiddo, I think it’s time to go inside and clean you up” Damon crouched down in front of you.

“Bu’ mud, Day Day” you pointed at your creations, and called your brother by his nickname.

“Its getting late, you can continue tomorrow, alright?” Damon said and you nodded.

You stood up and walked over to Damon, avoiding destroying any of the mud castles. He took one of your muddy hands and walked you into the house.

"Don't you even think about it" Damon said when you were about to pull away from him and run around the house.

You looked up at him and stuck your tongue out before seeing Stefan sitting in one of the chairs. "S'efan!" You exclaimed and ran over to your other big brother. You wrapped your arms around his legs, unnoticlingly smearing mud all over his pants.

"Hello to you too, y/n/n" Stefan sighed when he saw all the mud on him.

Stefan looked over to your guys' older brother and pressed his lips together for a moment. "At least she only ran four meters away?" Stefan shrugs.

"Really? Well for that, guess who's on bath time duty? You" Damon told him before walking up to his room.

"Okay. Let's go get you all cleaned up! And let's get all these muddy clothes cleaned" Stefan picked you up, not caring about more mud getting on him since he already has to change anyways. "Yeah!" You exclaimed, leaning your head against his shoulder.

He carried you on his hip up the stairs and to his bathroom. Once he got there, he sat you down on the counter for a second while he turned the tap on to gave the bathtub filling up.

"Let's get you out of these dirty clothes, and if you're good during the whole bath, you can sleep in Damon's bed tonight" Stefan smiled, getting back at Damon for leaving him alone with a mud covered and energetic you to get cleaned and ready for bed.

"Yea, Day Day! Bubbles?" You asked him. "Yes, you can have bubbles in your bath" Stefan agrees. He grabbed the bottle of lavender scented bubbles from under his sink that he bought for you a couple months ago.

After he poured some of it in under the running tap, he came back over to you. Getting you out of the clothes was fairly easy to him. Usually you'd have put up a fight about having a bath, but today you're cooperating easily.

"Ready!" You exclaimed and raised your arms in excitement. "Yes you are, good job!" Stefan brang you over to the tub and slowly raised you into the warm water. "Is it too hot?" He asked. You shook your head, immediately playing with the bubbles.

"Okay, I'm going to be back in just a second, I'm going to get all your muddy clothes into the hamper, and change out of my now muddy clothes, you got it?" He said softly.

"Otay" you said before splashing with the bubbles again.

Stefan ruffled your wavy hair before picking up the pile of small muddy clothing. He vamped out of the bathroom connected to his room. He quickly put all yours and his muddy clothes into an empty laundry bin and changed into a tshirt and sweatpants.

When he got back into the bathroom, there was water splashed onto the ground. "Really?" he deadpanned, to which you just giggled back.

Stefan just shook his head with a small smile. He came over to you with a washcloth and body wash. He washed all the mud off of you quickly, surprised that you stayed still the entire time.

"Okay, last time, cover your eyes" Stefan told you, holding a cup of water above your head to rinse out the final suds of shampoo out of your hair. Your head was tilted back just a bit.

You covered our eyes with your tiny hands, while also squeezing them shut. Stefan slowly poured the water over your head, making sure to get the last of the shampoo out.

"Alright! All done" Stefan tells you. You removed your hand from your face and tilted your head back to normal. "Bath 'inished?" You ask.

"Yep, it's finished, time to dry you off and get into your pajamas" Stefan told you and lifted you out of the tub with a towel and quickly wrapped it around your body.

He undid the stopper, letting the water drain out before walking out of his room and over to yours. He placed you on your bed, all dry becuase of the towel now and walked over to your dresser.

He pulled open one of the drawers with your pjs in them. "Do you care which one?" He asked you. "Uh-uh" you shook your head.

Stefan picked out a light purple and white striped lonsleeve and bottoms. "Okay, stripes it is" he said. He dressed you in the pajamas as you started to nod off.

"Day Day" you quietly said, realizing Stefan had picked you up into his arms again. "Mhm, let's go see drop you off with Damon" Stefan said, to which you giggled at.

When Stefan walked into Damon's room, he looks up from where he's sat in his chair. "What do I owe the privilege of seeing my baby siblings" he smirked at Stefan's slightly offended face from being called a 'baby sibling'.

"Oh, just a little gift" Stefan passed you over to him.

"S'eep in Day Day's bed!" You told him before nuzzling into his chest.

"I told her if she was good during her bath she could sleep in your room tonight and she was!" Stefan told him, answering his confused stare.

Stefan quickly bolted out of the room when he got the death glare from Damon, "Have fun!" He yelled before closing his door.

You just giggled at your older brother's expression and poked his face multiple times. "Good thing you're my favorite" Damon whispered in your ear.

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Yeah, Flowers Follow.

You have always been committed to your duty at your mom's flower shop since she got hurt carrying bags of dirt over a month ago. It was mostly just you and the flowers, until he barged in one day, slapped 20 bucks on the countertop and with a passive-aggressive tone, asked: "How do I say fuck you in flower?"

because seo changbin + fluff will always have me in a chokehold. And a flower au? fuck yea, bring it on, babe.

inspired by this pin which I'll link here

edit: omg guys you loved this so much I just couldn't resist making a part two, still, this can be read as a stand-alone, although I hope you guy's like this one as much as its 'second part', which I'll link here

Word count: 5k. Binnie isn't mean, ok? He's just emo and tough-looking. And kinda introverted. fluff fluff fluff. swearing. kinda horny towards the end, but no spice added. Lol

You wiped your sweat from your forehead, rolling your sleeves up with a huff as you took back in your hands a big old water can. You watered the lilies and small ivies that remained outside of the flower shop, quickly waddling back inside for more water.

Your mother was usually the one who took care of Lilac, the flower shop. At first, it had been her and your aunties, but it all flew away after your grandma's passing. You had been young, so much that your memories of the time were mostly made of blurry faces that were not present in your life to this day. Your mom had been okay taking care of the small flowery world she built, but an accident with a heavy bag of dirt over a month ago made you complain. She reluctantly let you handle the store until her back got better, which was coming along slowly.

After watering the plants, sweeping the floor, pruning the bonsais, and preparing the several bouquet orders you had for the day, you ran out of things to do, settling to play some jazzy music while you reviewed your class’ notes as you waited for clients.

Your evening was quite calming. Clients came in like droplets, so the shop never felt too crowded. Most of them asked for flowers for their loved ones, some even speaking about their partners, how they had met, or the dates they were excited to have.

It was cute. You had always been fond of the small flower shop and shared the interest with your mom, reason why you didn't care about taking the lead for a while or doing your homework there. You loved the way the flowers brought people together, and the stories and meanings that they had behind them.

Just as you figured out the answer to that one question you had been stuck on, the bell rang, indicating someone's presence inside. Someone that approached you in a rather passive-aggressive manner.

"How can I say 'fuck you' in flower?"

Words that you had never imagined coming out of someone's mouth —which was something, considering the wide range that your imagination could reach sometimes—.

You carefully observed the man's gestures, who didn't stop scanning the place. Years spent helping out at the flower shop had given you a kind of sixth sense, one that allowed you to easily see through people's appearances.

"Do you have anything in mind, or do you not care as long as it is full of loathing?" You inquired with a sweet smile.

Changbin found himself suddenly falling into the harmony of your eyes without realizing it. You quickly left the books on the shelf under the counter, lowered the music and turned to him. Your eyes rested on his, brown and limpid, to which he adopted a belligerent posture in response, an action that —to his surprise— did not unsettle you. He quickly shook his head, focusing on the anger that remained inside of him.

"Make it striking. Something so colourful that can even hurt to look at." You giggled.

"Intense." He held back a smile, his lips twitching. "One second."

He stared at your figure as you went to the small workshop behind the counter. The feeling that Changbin had at first had nothing to do with what he was perceiving at that time. A pleasant floral smell, mixed with mint and lavender essence filled the building. It wasn't only the exquisite aroma that captivated the man, but the beautiful colourful landscape that that small establishment hid. The white wood decoration made any bouquet or flower pot stand out as if it were the icing on a cake. The large windows allowed a large amount of light to enter, and they gave amplitude to the small place.

It was a beautiful place, but strange. Peculiar, for sure, and it was due to the chromatic order of its flowers. Sorted by colour scale, regardless of the species. The red roses were with the poppies, the tulips with the clivias and the orange jasmines. The ferns, aloe vera and fittonias were also together, despite having nothing to do with each other. The coves, cherry blossoms and hydrangeas shared a common space that at first glance, they should not have. It was a beautiful chaos, but it was still a floral hustle and bustle.

"Do you like it?" You asked sweetly when you came back.

"It's not bad." He replied vaguely. "It's..." Ravishing "...small."

From his attitude and the way he studied the place, almost as if he expected some kind of danger to appear among the pots and leaves, some would say he was not to be messed with, but to you, he looked like someone rather shy and quite sceptical, nothing to do with what he might seem as, considering that tattooed bad-guy build and the killer stare that he carried around. A thought occurred that his somewhat murderous look did not allow him to say what he really thought.

Nevertheless, you could agree with him. Not only was it a small store, but it was a disarray of varieties. Nevertheless, to Changbin, above all, feeling watched all the time was something he was used to, yet your stare felt different, making him feel more goosebumps the longer he was under your eager gaze. He couldn't help it, but when you looked at him so kindly, he felt strange.

He wanted you to stop looking at him.

"Orders arrive on Wednesdays," you mentioned, already arranged behind the counter. "Shop opens at nine, so feel free to arrive whenever. I will need more flowers for your bouquet, so until then, I'm afraid I can't have it. Either that or..."

Changbin interrupted you. He couldn't stand to have those deep-coloured eyes immersing in his own.

"Wednesday is fine." He said in a huff.

You smiled, dimples on display. "Okay! Then as long as you stop by on Wednesday, we can arrange the bouquet. I'll be here, spraying water to the chrysanthemums, alliums and hydrangeas."

Changbin felt his chest tighten, his eyes wandering around your features, your dimples, your lips. He stopped himself, took back his cash almost in a hurry, and left almost as quickly as he had arrived.

"See you then, and thanks for shopping in Lilac!"

[☆ ☆ 💐 ☆ ☆]

Wednesday. The delivery truck was parked on the street facing the back of the store to unload the flowers you had ordered for the week.

To your surprise, Mystery —the nickname you had chosen for him, that sounded way better than 'fuck you flower boy'— came back precisely at nine am, and again, surprisingly enough, he wasn't alone.

He looked way more relaxed with his friend, the anger that almost shocked you looking long gone as his features didn't remain tense.

The bell rang as you were preparing the workshop for the arrival of the many flowers.

"Wow, this place is lit." His friend had good taste, judging by what you could hear.

"Thank you!" You mentioned with a cheeky smile, startling both men when you came out of nowhere. "Sorry, the truck’s outside, but I’ll be here in a minute."

You approached the delivery guy, who was opening the truck and setting the ramp so lowering the different flowers wouldn’t be too hard.

“Hey, Jerry!”

A comfortable chat took place between the two, who had met each other several times ever since your mom got hurt.

Inside, another conversation was happening. “Remind me, what are we waiting for, buddy?” Han asked as he wandered about in the colourful building.

Changbin sighed, frustrated at the reminder.

“The boss said something the other day I didn’t like. As a matter of fact, I despised it,” he grunted. “He looked at my desk and saw the bouquet I kept there, the one we got for that other show, you know?” Han hummed, paying attention. Weirdly enough, Seo’s eyes never left the backdoor you had gone through, not even when he continued. “So he mentioned how untidy my desk looked, how disgusting it would look when the flowers died, and hinted that flowers would look way better in his studio. It made me fucking angry. I don’t care if no one likes you that much to give you pretty flowers.” Han cleared his throat, allowing Changbin to return from his hating cloud. “Yeah. Uh. So we’re here to plan his bouquet.”

“Sheesh, I get that. The boss can be such an asshole sometimes.” Jisung mentioned vaguely. “But why nine am?”

Because I needed the excuse to see her. “I want to get this over with. If I’m lucky, he’ll even brag about the flowers.” He smirked, hiding his true intentions.

He suddenly heard some giggles through the door you had crossed. Han arched his brows.

“So you offered to pay for coffee and takeaway tonight for me just so I’d come with you here only to get flowers for the big man? Really?” He said, faking innocence as he settled his elbows on the counter, holding his cheeks in his hands, almost like a toddler.

He gave Han a side-eye. He shrugged. “Give me one more sign, and I might start thinking that…”

Bin covered his mouth. “Don’t. And that also goes to don’t lick it, or I’ll make sure Minho air fries you.”

Jisung lifted his hands, giving up. “I wonder what’s going on back there.” He smirked, teasing.

Changbin didn't want to flutter around you two, but he knew that putting the flowers in the store wasn’t that hard. He clenched his jaw unconsciously.

"If I had known that you were looking for an employee, I would have come running," said the boy, putting his cap back. “If you are looking for more staff, you know where I am.”

"It's very kind of you, but I never looked for anyone in the first place. Mom wouldn’t even dare to accept it,” you laughed. “Also, I wouldn't bother you knowing that you have your own trade. In addition, I get to put my skills to the test, but I can get quite moody sometimes. I bite, you know.”

He arched an eyebrow. "Don't worry about any of that. Working with you would be a thousand times better than distributing flowers throughout the city.”

Maybe it had been how you laughed or the snarky reply he had just heard, but Changbin needed that man to leave. Now.

Your eyes landed on that buff silhouette who entered the inside of the truck. Seo continued to unload the flowers. You tried to finish the conversation, but the guy wouldn’t stop talking while there was a client of yours doing your fucking job. You grew tired of Jerry, and you got up inside the trunk, willing for the man to take a hint and leave already.

Han couldn’t believe his eyes.

"Oh, please don't," Jerry went up too. "I'll take care of moving the plants.”

"Don't worry, it's the last one.” You tiredly smiled at him.

You took the remaining bouquet and got out of the truck behind Seo while the delivery guy wondered when the flowers had been unloaded. You quickly said your goodbyes before you returned to the counter.

"Thank you for lowering the flowers, it was not your job yet you did it anyways,” you smiled shyly as you started preparing the table in front of you with different sorts of labels plus the diferent tools you needed. “Sorry for the wait.”

“You’re fine. Don’t worry.”

Han stared blankly at the man who scolded him singlehandedly every day he was late to the studio just by a minute. He then stared back at you, then at his friend.

No bloody way. Holy shit.

"For your order, I found something the other day I though you might enjoy," your smile widened, your eyes like crescent moons as you handed him a small book.

“Oh.”

It was an old copy of a book that read “The Language of Flowers.”

“Maybe you could search up in the insults chapter if you see any meaning that you think could suit.”

He looked at you and quickly back to the book so he wouldn’t drift away in your eyes like days ago.

“Yeah, fine.”

Changbin was not very talkative, but the bitter tone with which he spoke was unusual. Han could tell, years of knowing the man allowed him to feel a bad mood in the way he communicated. His gaze was more frivolous than usual, and he squeezed his lips as if he didn't want to say anything. Shockingly to him, you noticed and were unable to let it go.

"Is something wrong?" You questioned softly. “Are you upset?”

Changbin hesitated. Han gave him a soft kick where he knew you wouldn’t see it.

“Yes.”

You started slowly writing in the labels before you as he, at the same pace, passed the pages.

"May I know why?"

Changbin cleared his throat. Shit, why was he so nervous?

"That guy was just talking, and that's why I had to do his job,” he grunted.

"I... I'm sorry." You looked down, sounding sincere. “If I hadn't given him a conversation, he would have started unloading the flowers.”

It wasn't true, and Changbin wasn't an idiot. That guy wouldn't have taken his eyes away from you unless he didn't have enough time to finish his shift.

But that didn't matter to him. What mattered was that your voice didn’t sound the same when you talked about this guy. It didn’t sound right.

"What type of flower is a Forget-Me-Not?" Han interrupted, looking at the book, reading past Changbin's shoulder. If he continued like that, Seo may not scold him anymore. For a short time, at least. Maybe a week.

"Oh." You recovered your kind smile, and the knot that had formed on Changbin’s chest untangled as soon as he heard your excited tone as you showed Han the small blue flowers. “They actually import them, from Mexico! Did you know?” You asked no one in particular, the two men in the shop suddenly interested in the topic as you continued to blabber about flowers.

To Changbin, only when you talked about them, your voice seemed less annoying. Even pretty, he could admit —not out loud, obviously—. But he liked it, mentally classifying your sweet tone of voice into “I-would-listen-to-it-to-fall-asleep”.

No one would notice.

[☆ ☆ 💐 ☆ ☆]

“Dude. You are like, I don’t know, totally in love with her?” Han said as he took a sip from his takeaway coffee as he entered the recording studio and sat on the sofa.

In his mind, just because he hadn’t paid for it, it tasted ten times better, even though if it was the same he chose every day.

The accusation almost made Changbin spit his own drink. He stared at it, wondering if there could be something in it that could’ve explained why his face felt so hot all of a sudden.

Fuck, was it that noticeable?

“Yeah man, it is really noticeable.” Han smiled, surprised at his silent victory. “You look at her like Minho Hyung looks at his cats. It’s sickening, really.”

Changbin frowned. “I do not.” Jisung deadpanned.

“Says the man that made me third wheel in a fucking flower shop.”

“What are you guys bickering about?” Chan asked with a small smile as he got inside.

“Changbin is in love with the flower girl two blocks away.” Han teased in a sing-song voice.

“Fuck that.” Chan’s eyes grew big with emotion.

“Shit, he is.”

“Actually, Hyung,” Jisung mentioned as he handed Chan the other coffee he had bought, “I think she might like him back.”

Changbin coughed violently. The others smiled.

“Why the fuck would she?” He frowned again, his eyes not leaving his phone. “I literally met her last week and behaved like a piece of shit.”

Both Chan and Han smiled, knowing that by not refusing the allegation, Changbin was actually interested in Miss Flower Girl.

“Remember the analogy I made with Minho and his cats? Same shit goes for her. I’ve never seen anyone staring so intensely at someone’s eyes.” Han trembled, exaggerating. “Chills. Literal chills.”

Small hope was planted in Changbin’s heart, but he tried to shove it deep inside him. “Either way, after I go and get the flowers from her, whatever this is, is over. There’s no chance,” he shrugged.

Chan and Jisung shared worried looks. Despite what Changbin could show to people, he was a loving, sensible person. They both knew that if he had silently admitted the existence of a crush on this girl, it was because he meant it. And for a guy like him, who was often viewed as mean and rude or even dangerous, he usually chose to approach new people the less, so whatever was going through his mind meant a big deal.

Chan tsked. “Maybe it’s none of my business, bro, but after Hari, I’ve-.”

“Spare me the trip, Hyung,” Changbin interrupted in a low voice. “She’s been stalking me for months since I broke up with her. I really don’t want to hear it.”

Chan patted his back, a sad smile on his features as he looked at his friend.

“S’good, man. No hard feelings.”

After working on some tracks for a while, the topic was thoroughly avoided by the members, until Changbin sighed.

“Okay. You guys can stop your mind games.”

The others gave him a puzzled look.

“Whaddya mean?” The Australian wondered.

Seo let a small smile show as he passed his hands through his face.

“I really want to see her again.”

[☆ ☆ 💐 ☆ ☆]

So thanks to Chris, the bell in the flower shop rang once again. You were humming a popular song, one that Changbin knew, so instead of approaching you, he wandered through the isles filled with flowers, listening to you as you continued the melody.

His heart beat like crazy when after a while, he opened and closed the door again, pretending he hadn’t been there listening to you.

“Oh, hey, Mystery.”

Your smile made his heart skip a beat. The sundress you were wearing, along with the short brown apron, made him swallow dry.

“Flower girl,” he greeted. You lifted your eyebrows.

“That’s a change of attitude. What can I do for you today?”

Do me. “I was wondering if you could deliver the flower bouquet. Is that possible?” He asked politely.

Your dimples showed when you smiled at him, looking for a notebook in the mess that your study guides made.

“College?” He wondered, staring at your eyes daringly as he pointed to your books.

“Music major, final year,” you grinned. “For your delivery, write the address here, and I’ll deliver it myself,” you played with a strand of hair, quickly moving it behind your ear.

Chanbin’s hands tickled. He wanted to do that too.

“I wouldn’t do it usually, but I figured you wouldn’t enjoy seeing Jerry again.”

He scoffed as he scribbled in the notebook. You cackled.

Suddenly, a loud noise from the workshop startled both of you, who were kind of lost in the other’s eyes.

“Girl, are you still here?” Your mother asked loudly.

You facepalmed, mouthing ‘sorry’ to Changbin, to which he quickly gestured that it was fine.

“You ok, mom?” You replied.

“I’m fine! God, you spend your days here. If it were me, I’d be outside kissing boys!”

Your face turned red in the blink of an eye. “Mom?!” Changbin held back his laughter, covering his mouth with his hand.

She never answered, just chuckled teasingly.

Changbin quickly closed the notebook and gave it to you, his cheeks suddenly almost as red as yours.

“See you soon, I guess?” He smiled, still holding back a loud cackle.

“Stop laughing.” You snickered. “But yeah. See ya… eh…”

“Changbin. Seo Changbin.” He left, smilling like an idiot.

You opened the notebook as you raised the music’s volume again, blushing furiously at your discovery.

Along with the address of what you recognised as some well-known company and the name of who the flowers where for, he had left a note below it.

In case you want to go kiss boys.

Was that… his phone number?

[☆ ☆ 💐 ☆ ☆]

After closing the shop for the day, you stared at the flower bouquet as you were walking down the street, headed to where Changbin had written down. After figuring your way out with the maps app on your phone, you decided that taking your bike would be stupid, as it only was two blocks away.

The mix of colours was striking. At least, it had that. You hoped the person who would receive it would like it, meanings aside, considering you put effort into it.

The company was bigger than you expected. Before you could allow yourself to enter and look around, a security guard stopped you.

“Excuse me, miss, no one is allowed inside without a pass,” he explained.

You smiled sheepishly, scratching the back of your neck. “I was just here to deliver this…? I wasn’t told about this restriction, my client just said that I should deliver it in person.” Yeah, that was a lie, but he didn’t know that. “Would it be ok if I went inside? It’ll be only for a minute.”

He sighed, then shrugged. “I don’t think I’m allowed to let you pass…”

“Oi, Hyung!”

A somewhat tall man —at least taller than you— approached you two.

“You’re Flower Girl, right?” He said, sounding excited, failing to hide it. “She’s with me, don’t worry.”

You entered the company with him, but after that, you stopped and turned to him.

“I appreciate the help, but who are you?”

He smiled. “Yikes. Forgot about that. My name is Chris, it’s nice to meet you. I am close friends with Changbin.”

Your eyes softened, and you smiled. “Oh, I see.” You then looked back at the notebook you carried, the one Changbin had written down in. “Do you know where could I find Park Jin Young’s office?”

Chan looked at you weirdly. “Changbin paid for flowers for the big man? Damn.”

You giggled. “It’s not what it looks like. These flowers all have different meanings, and none of those is a good one.”

“Really?”

“Yeah! For example, the orange carnations?” You pointed out one of the flowers. “Those mean ‘I hate you.’”

Chan snorted and laughed at every meaning of every flower you gave him.

“Chan!”

He turned around to face whoever had called him, seeing Changbin approaching him, looking anxious.

“Chan, she’s fucking downstairs.”

Chris’ stare turned darker. Your heart tightened in your chest.

“Stay with her. I’ll go see if I can talk to security.” Chris managed to say before he rushed downstairs.

“Bin, is everything good?”

He noticed your presence, to which he froze for a second. Time started to feel slow. His spine locked up, and his shoulders stiffened. He even felt his shirt stretch in a sudden motion.

“Flower Girl.” You could feel the sudden state of relaxation he arrived, his figure visibly less tense.

You hesitated on what to do but then chose to act by instinct. Hugging him.

He tensed up again, the sudden act taking him by surprise. You tried stepping back, feeling like you had made him awkward, but he then pulled you in a bear hug.

“Thanks, pretty.” He whispered in your ear. “I needed that.”

“S’ok.” You smiled, a fluttering feeling settling in your stomach

He stepped away, shyness all over him. You smiled at him, but something changed as he looked at someone behind you.

Before you could turn around to see what had been the issue, he got way closer than a second ago, a hand travelling to your cheek, directing your face to meet his.

“I’m going to kiss you,” Seo whispered, just before he pressed his lips against yours.

Your confused self couldn’t manage the sudden emotions that ran through your body. You felt his tongue brush your lips, and you had to make an effort not to drop the flower bouquet when you started matching his pace, feeling him smile in between the kiss.

Concentrated on the man that had a hand on your face and an arm around your waist, you were too into it that you didn’t hear a woman gasp at the end of the corridor, leaving in a rush, crying fake tears.

Don’t get Changbin wrong. Seeing the girl that had tried to manipulate and gaslight him out of his music career just so he could spend his time doing stuff for her, things she took for granted, he figured the only way of making her leave should be a harsh one.

And okaaaay, he might have been dying to kiss you for a while now.

After texting Chan that she was gone, you both eventually arrived in front of the office.

He stayed behind as you entered, approaching a somewhat 50-year-old man with clothes as striking as the bouquet you had in your hands.

“Who sends these?” He questioned, his features suddenly looking younger when he smiled.

“Seo Changbin, sir," you bowed. "Have a good day!”

You couldn’t help but snicker when you closed the door. You found the three known men standing in front of you.

“So? Did he like them?” Han inquired.

“Pfft. I made that bouquet. Of course, he loved them.” You bragged jokingly.

The three of them offered to give you a quick tour, as it wasn’t common to have the opportunity to see the JYP building from the inside. Before you realised, it started pouring outside, heavy rain that looked like it wasn’t leaving anytime soon.

You cursed under your breath. If you even dared to walk under that rain, you would end up swimming your way home, your skirt and your blouse ruined.

3RACHA stood behind you, noticing that you were still at the entrance after a bit. Both Jisung and Chan ushered and pushed Seo to where you were.

“Is everything ok?” He asked, in a tone softer than what you expected.

“It’s just… ugh.” You looked at him, then tsked.

He froze when you got even closer, passing your hands above his shoulders. He had to hold back a shiver when your hands brushed his neck.

“Got no one to do this for you, I guess?” you gently fixed his collar, hands lingering on him more than they should have.

He couldn’t hold back a smile, looking at you differently, in a more intense way.

“I’ll take that as a no.” You ended the topic quickly, your eyes wandering from his eyes, then his lips, and back to his eyes again. You swallowed dry. “I can’t go back home with this rain, but my phone died, so I can't call for a cab or an Uber.”

He looked at you up and down. “Are you in a hurry?”

You stared at him, trying to match the intensity from before. “Not really. I just don’t have anything better to do. Why?”

“I’ll give you a ride.”

Neither Chan nor Han could say that Changbin was the messiest of the three, but he still was messy a generous amount. So when he got into the studio and picked up everything in less than five minutes, they gave him a look.

“Use protection, you bitch.” Jisung teased. Bin ruffled his hair.

“Fuck off," he chuckled. "See you tomorrow, guys.”

He guided you to the parking lot, and you both started driving.

Changbin’s grip on the steering wheel tightened when he noticed how your skirt rode up your knees when you sat down.

“Wait, I didn’t give you my address.” You realised, confused as to where was he going.

“I know.”

You looked around when he entered an underground parking lot, then parked and quickly got up to open your door.

He got really close, unbuckling your seat belt.

“You don’t need to be home tonight, right?” His eyes didn’t leave your lips when he asked.

“No.” You answered, almost in a whisper.

He took your hand as you got out of his car. Changbin walked with you to where the elevators were, hands still linked.

“Where are we?”

He pressed the elevator button and looked at you, even more intensely than later at the studio.

“My place.” He kept looking down at your lips. “I’ll take you home tomorrow.”

[☆ ☆ 💐 ☆ ☆]

You woke up the following morning with a warm body next to you, the feeling making you snuggle closer to Changbin, passing his arm and setting it on your waist.

The sound of a notification made you groan in a low voice, reaching for your clothes and grabbing your phone from your jacket’s pocket. It was your mom.

You didn’t arrive last night. Where are you?

You smiled and replied.

I went to kiss a boy, like you said.

You went back to bed, looking fondly at the man next to you.

A buzz from your phone made you wake up from your daydreaming.

Cheeky girl. Flowers follow?

You laughed. As a florist, your mom had made up the expression one day. When saying “flowers follow”, it meant that there would be a positive outcome of whatever you had on your hands.

You knew that to your mom, in this context, 'flowers follow' meant just one thing.

Yeah, flowers follow.

Yeah. You might have fallen in love with him.

Don’t you dare come back home without that boy. I’ll cook something!

“What’s got you all smiley?” A sleepy Changbin made you giggle even more.

He, on the other side, could definitely get used to a morning like that.

You left your phone on the bedside table, and then got close to him again, tangling your legs in between his. He poked your dimples, and you chuckled.

“You, silly flower boy.”

~Kats, who has the urge to put lil’ details in every fic, like how the flower shop is named Lilac, which means ‘first love’ in flower, or how the flower that Han asks about means 'true love'.

(if you ask me, she was humming Come Inside of My Heart, bc I fucking love that song)

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goosedoes-fics · 11 months

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Missing

Spiderman Noir x Reader

Content warnings: alcohol mention, no use of y/n, first person (reader pov)

Notes: if you look closely you can see the exact moment that I lost all inspiration to actually finish this oneshot!! anyways yea I was gonna have it from Noir's POV but it would be harder for the reader to be gender neutral if that was the case

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The young shamus' office was colder than a summer night in Antarctica. A single light dangled overhead, dimly illuminating the room just enough that the corners were pitch black, but everything else was a bit visible. I had heard tales of the hard-boiled gumshoe, the only private eye in New York to wear a mask. It was pretty dang smart, really. Protecting his identity and all that jazz.

His feet were propped up on his desk, clad in worn leather boots that seemed to have dirt caked in from his many adventures. His fedora covered where his eyes would have been, had he not been wearing a mask that already concealed them.

I took notice of the bottle of moonshine on his desk, picking it up and inspecting the label. "Bit ironic for a detective to be drinkin' hooch, ain't it?"

For a moment, I thought he wouldn't respond, as he didn't look up nor tilt up his hat, but he leaned forward slightly as he addressed me. "Don't blow your wig, pal. You can't convince me ya haven't stepped into a speakeasy a few times."

His retort earned a quiet laugh out of me as I placed the bottle back in its original spot.

The private investigator finally took his feet off the desk and looked up at me. I could only imagine his piercing gray eyes inspecting me. The thought somehow got me flustered, subtle heat rising to my cheeks.

"You got somethin' to say, or are you just gonna stand there gawkin'?" He eventually asked, snapping me out of my stupor.

He reached into a drawer on his desk and took out a cigar, lighting it and putting it up to the fabric of his mask where his mouth would be. "Usually people come in here for me to solve a mystery."

"Oh!" I laughed nervously. Had I been staring at him? Idiot. "Right. Yeah."

Reaching into my back pocket, I retrieved a small photograph, sliding it across the table like an 8 ball in a game of pool.

"My grandma." I tapped the photo. "Y'see the necklace? It's been in my family for decades. And today, it wasn't in the safe."

The detective's interest seemed piqued, at least from what little I could deduce from his body language. "Touched it lately?"

"Not since two months ago. It's only for VERY special occasions." I shrugged, taking a glance at the nameplate on his desk. "Mr. Noir... can you find it?"

The silence was thicker than 5 year old expired eggnog. Golly, how I wished I knew what he was thinking. The only thing I could decipher was a bit of curiosity from the slight tilt of his head.

I hadn't even realized I was holding my breath until I started getting dizzy.

Eventually, he spoke up. "The question ain't can I, toots. It's will I. And the answer is yes."

A small smile spread across my lips as he stood up, handing me back the photograph with a slight tilt of his head.

"Thank you, sir."

The apartment I lived in was quite small, and hardly luxurious. Despite our family heirloom being one of such high worth, we weren't a wealthy family. But I managed to get by. Even if it wasn't large, it was cozy.

"This is your place?" His body language betrayed no thoughts. It was really quite frustrating how little I could infer from him, with only his voice and movements to determine what he was feeling.

"...it's not much," I admitted carefully, "But I do like it."

"And you never thought to sell the necklace?"

"No, sir. It's too important to our family."

Noir hummed softly, inspecting the safe when I pointed it out. He dragged a gloved finger over the surface, a thin layer of dust now coating his fingertip like ash from a fireplace. The motion somehow made me nervous, as if he was convincing me I had something to hide.

Noir looked up at me after a moment's pause. "...Listen, if you can't pay, I can-"

"No." I cut him off. "I can pay. I wouldn't have hired you if I didn't set aside some money."

The vigilante didn't respond. He merely turned back to the safe, closing the door of it before standing up straight again. He looked down at me, and I could practically feel his eyes burning into me.

"...I can't take your money, darlin'."

Frustration boiled inside of me as I took a step forward. "Yes you can. I don't need pity, detective."

A small sigh could be heard through the fabric of Noir's mask. I bit the inside of my cheek to keep myself from having an outburst.

In a swift, almost imperceptible movement, Noir took one of my hands in both of his. The investigator's huge gloved hands dwarfed my own. "You don't understand. I know what happened with yer necklace, I can't ask you to pay me for such a quick job."

It was hard for me to choke out any words. "But-"

"No buts."

"I have to pay you. This is your job," I protested.

Noir was quiet for a moment before cupping my face in his hands. I was aware of heat rising to my cheeks. If he noticed how flustered he was making me, he didn't say anything. "You really wanna pay? I'm not gonna bump gums with you about this."

I nodded stubbornly. Perhaps I didn't quite understand the implications of his words, because after lifting up his mask just above his nose, he kissed me square on the lips.

The light pink on my cheeks doubled, turning my face red as I slowly began kissing back. My mind clouded, halting any racing thoughts and focusing only on the gentleness of his lips.

When he finally pulled away, it felt too soon. I couldn't squeak out any words as he took a step back from me, tilting his hat by the brim with a small nod.

My mind was still in a bit of a daze when he started to leave. "By the way, darlin'." I looked up at him as he spoke to me. "Check the coffee table."

And sure enough, there was the necklace, hidden from view next to a stack of magazines.

#spiderman noir #spiderman #spiderman noir x reader #spider noir #spider noir x reader #noir #noir x reader #into the spider verse #itsv #x reader #itsv x reader #into the spider verse x reader

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ilwonuu · 3 months

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Hey... Can you do a Yeosang fic, in which the reader and Yeosang both attend culinary school/college and happen to be in the same club...

Fluffy/slight smut

Thanks!

YES!!! OF course!!! i love writing for yeosang!! i hope this was okay<3

𓂃 ࣪˖ date? k.yeosang

summary- you finally ask out your friend that you’ve had a crush on.

warnings- making out, slight dry humping, fluff, yeosang is just a cutie, first date??, idk what else 😘

authors note- sorry if this is like so bad plot 👎🏽me waiting for my yeosang like

you have been in culinary school for a few months now. you have been really enjoying it. you made a couple friends and you are really happy.

you met a a friend group of people. them being your closet friends at the moment. a couple of boys that have been friends for awhile. yeosang, hongjoong, and yunho. you have formed a close friendship from being in the same culinary class always cooking together.

you enjoyed their company. especially yeosang’s company. he was sweet to you and always laughed at your jokes. he was cute.

you even admitted to yourself that you might have a slight crush on the boy. hongjoong and yunho simply knew. never bringing it up to you tho. they waited until you were ready to tell them.

what they didn’t know is that today you were gonna ask yeosang on a date. you finally deciding its now or never. so today after class you did just that after gathering your things.

“y/n are you going home?” yeosang asks you. you nod quickly at his words. “yea i actually- yeosang i wanted ro ask you something…” he turns to you. your words also grabbing the attention of the other two boys. “do you want to come over to my house with me. like as a date.” his shocked expression fading into a sweet like one. “yeah. i would love to.” he smiles at you.

hongjoong and yunho smirking at this interaction. “i knew it.” hongjoong whispers to yunho causing them both to laugh waving the two of you goodbye.

“okay i was thinking we could walk if you didn’t drive.” you say excitedly grabbing his arm softly leading him out of the building.

“i can drive us. i have my car no problem.” he says suddenly. “okay perfect. sorry this is kinda a lame first date.” he shakes his head. “no no i love it.”

—

you two arrive at your house.

“we can go into my room. i was thinking we could watch a movie? or if you’re hungry we can get something to eat.” you say excitedly. “i’m not that hungry right now.” he smiles as you start to lead him into your room. “okay it’s kinda weird don’t mind my decor.” you laugh at yourself quickly grabbing something more comfortable to put on.

“i’m gonna change real fast please get comfortable.” you quickly run to your bathroom to change.

yeosang takes a moment looking around your room. smiling at the decor you told him to “not mind”.

“it’s cute” he thinks to himself sitting on your bed and taking off his shoes. you join him back in your bedroom. sitting on you bed next to him. “any ideas on what movies would be good? i was think a romance movie.” you suggest looking at him in the soft light from your bedroom.

yeosang is so pretty. you just want to kiss his sweet lips. he looks so beautiful sitting there in his casual clothing. sitting back on your bed. t-shirt kinda baggy against his chest. you can see his muscles slightly peeking through. your mind slightly hazy thinking about what he would look like without that shirt.

“i love a good romantic movie.” he smiles at you. causing you to force those thoughts to go away. turning on the first romantic movie you saw was recommended.

you get more comfortable laying back on your bed. “you can lay back too.” you pat the spot closer to you. he shifts closer to you. “thank you.” he looks away kinda shyly turning his attention to the tv.

you give him a couple more looks. taking in his soft features. his soft lips. how bad you want to kiss them. how long you have wanted to kiss him. the boy is taking up all your thoughts by simply just sitting there.

“yeosang-“ he turns his attention back to you. “can i kiss you?” you blurt out. your thoughts have taken over at this point. he doesn’t say anything just slowly nods his head.

you immediately pull his lips into yours kissing him deeply. he didn’t mean to but he let a whimper slip. he pulls you to straddle his lap. you wrap your arms around his head to hold yourself in place.

you feel his tongue slide into your mouth suddenly. causing you to moan. he smirks into the kiss slowly guiding you through the kiss. both of you moaning from the contact. he pulls away to catch his breath. “you are so beautiful. you’re making me crazy y/n.” he says holding your face close to his.

“yeosang- kiss me again please.” you beg him going to kiss him again. he responds quickly to your movements. moving his hands to your hips guiding them into his. he kisses you softly. “i wanted this for so long. can i suck your dick please yeosang?” you ask him pulling away from the kiss.

“is it gonna be awkward if i do this yeosang?” you suddenly turning the conversation serious. “what do you mean?” he looks at you sweetly. “like with us being in the same culinary class. i don’t want it to be awkward if you don’t want this.” he shakes his head. “i want this. i want you. i wouldn’t have said yes to your movie date otherwise.” he smiles pecking your lips softly. “just means i’ll have class with my beautiful girlfriend. if you want to be my girlfriend that is.” he asks out of nowhere shocking you. “yes- yes i would love to.” you smile kissing him.

#ateez yeosang #ateez smut #ateez imagines #ateez fluff #ateez x reader #ateez scenarios #ateez #yeosang #yeosang fic #yeosang fluff #yeosang smut

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ponyosmom35 · 6 months

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revelations

Simon Ghost Riley x reader

Liability chapter eighteen!

summary: after learning the real reason ghost didn't want her there, reader confronts him and earns the truth.

Liability masterlist

https://www.tumblr.com/ponyosmom35/733401347573088256/simon-ghost-riley?source=share

In a quiet, dimly lit room, Soap walked her back to her quarters, persistently seeking the information he held. She implored him, "Johnny, you have to tell me what you know. You hate lying; I know this is bothering you."

"Look, I want to tell you everything I know... but in good conscience, I can't," he responded, sighing and avoiding eye contact.

"Why?" she questioned.

He sighed again and looked down, not ready to answer. "You know why, lass..."

"Because he told you not to?" she asked, already aware that Ghost was involved.

Johnny nodded slightly. "I won't tell anyone," she assured him.

"I know, lass... but I have my orders," he explained, struggling with the dilemma. she, looked into his eyes, pleading, "I'm your friend; please do this for me."

"I know... and I will... for you, lass," Simon replied, taking a deep breath. “ the reason it took so long to get you back is because Ghost was trying to replace you with someone else. I fought for you to stay but Ghost was set on keeping you home…” Tears welled up in her eyes as she processed the information.

“he wants to keep you safe, this is the last place he wants you to be, in the middle of danger”

“I'm not in danger if I'm strictly on base”

“lass, this is war. danger surrounds us at every corner, we're lucky to be alive, trust me, I would take you straight home if I could but you're safer with us now”

“if that's true then why wouldn't he just talk to me?” she asks, he laugh as they all knew ghost had never been praised for his communcaitn skills.

“you can't ask Ghost to actually talk about feelings, he's the most closed up person I've ever met.”

“I told you it was different with us”

“it's different, yea. but you still can't ask him to talk. that's just how he's always been, he's never been good with his emotions…”

“fucking men”

“I feel personally attacked”

“you should”

“It’s probably better I get over him now” she admits

“he's a hard guy to get over, lass”

“you got a crush on him too?” she asks, Johnny cackles and nearly collapses on the floor

“he's all yours Soapy” she jokes

“yeah have fun with him tonight, its nearly lights out” he smirks before turning and leaving her alone.

However, emotions escalated when she entered another room to see Simon himself.

"I'm so upset I can't even look at you right now," she declared.

"I know... and I'm sorry," Simon sighed, averting his gaze as she confronted him.

"Sorry for being a prick or sorry for trying to get me fired from my job because I'm not stable enough?" she snapped, her frustration evident. Simon cursed Soap under his breath for divulging the information.

He sighed again, looking away. "When I heard you were coming back, I..."

"How dare you! That was not your call to make! This job is all I have left!" she retorted, her anger escalating.

Simon shook his head. "I'm not sorry, actually."

"Oh, of course not!” she accused, her tone laced with resentment.

“Your sister died, and you gave yourself a few months. You're not ready to be back,"

"You have no idea what's going on inside my head! We haven't spoken since I left that day; you made sure of that!" she defended herself.

"Because you wouldn't listen!" he shot back.

"To what?”

“ I told you to live a life; this isn't where you should be!" Simon argued, frustrated.

"I'm still struggling to understand why you think you know what's best for me. You act like you hate my existence six hours ago!" she exclaimed.

Simon sighed and laid back. "It's not that simple."

"Never is with you," she retorted, turning to look at him.

"And why is that?"

"You tell me, Simon... oh, my bad, I'm not allowed to call you that anymore!" she said sarcastically.

Simon sighed again. "God damn it."

"You went above price and talked to Shepard. You told him I was unstable! How dare you! Do you really hate me that much?" she accused, sitting forward.

"I trusted you more than anyone in this world”

“I did what was best for you," he tried to explain.

"You did what was best for you. If you wanted me to stay away, you should've just asked," she argued, leaning closer.

"I didn't want you to stay away. I wanted you to go live your life," Simon confessed.

"So you thought the best way to make sure I lived my life was to ghost me?" she questioned, sitting forward as their faces were inches apart.

"I waited for you to call for months!" she yells, putting his hand on her cheek.

"Why didn't you? What was so bad that you couldn't pick up the phone?" she pressed, emotions bubbling to the surface.

"I was scared... scared of losing you," Simon admitted, his vulnerability showing.

"So you pushed me away?" she stood up and confronted him.

"God damn it, darling, I..." Simon began, but she stood with him, refusing to back down.

"sit down," he commanded, frustrated.

"Why do you keep barking orders at me? I don't get you!" she shouted back.

"Stop provoking me!" Simon snapped.

"Or what, you'll accidentally slip up and tell me the truth?" she glared at him angrily.

“when Emma died I thought that I was next, I didn't know how I was ever gonna survive without her. I was so utterly broken and then you sat with me. we talked for hours and you told me about your past... you have no idea how much that meant to me. you've been such a mystery and when you were brave enough to tell me those things... that was everything to me. It felt like you were the only person in the world who understood how I felt, you didn't lie and tell me that it would get better. You were honest and you told me it was gonna suck but through the worst pain I would find myself. you are the reason I'm here, your words got me through it. And then to never get a call... I don't know what I did wrong”

As she poured out her feelings, Simon's fury turned into remorse. He realized the impact he had on her life, especially during the tough times.

"I... have been so stupid,"

she scoffed.

"Listen, love, please, let me explain," Simon pleaded, taking her hand.

"When I saw you again today... I wasn't mad. I was happy," he confessed, trying to bridge the gap between them.

"Yeah, sure felt like it," she retorted, shaking her head.

"No... no listen, I was happy. You have no idea how often you've been on my mind," Simon revealed, looking into her eyes.

"I wish I'd just called you," he expressed regret.

"Why didn't you?" she questioned.

"People who get close to me die," Simon confessed, realization striking her as her heart shatters. Of course, it all made sense now. How had she been so stupid? Simon would never hurt her intentionally if it wasn’t to protect her.

she nodded tearfully. "I understand."

"I never wanted to hurt you. I just wanted you to leave because... I thought you were better off without me," Simon sighed, expressing his misguided intentions.

"You've never been more wrong," she whispered.

"darling," Simon began, but their conversation was interrupted by Soap, barging in with urgent intel.

"We gotta go, but can we talk more when this is over?" Simon asked as he grabbed his gun.

"Be safe," she said

They nodded at each other, acknowledging the unresolved emotions between them as they prepared to face the imminent threat.

a/n: I am screamingggggggg omfg

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male-reader-haven · 1 year

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❚█═Bulking Up, Eh?═█❚

Y/N pays his best friend a visit after working abroad for 6 months.

Tags: Bangchan x male reader, wholesome

Warnings: Suggestive content

Suggested by @dimensionaldrifter , thank you for the adorable concept, I absolutely loved writing this! <3

You take a deep breath as you step out from the plane into the familiar atmosphere.

It's good to be home.

You had previously been involved with a hefty internship at a producing company where you were learning skills and being taught under professional and popular producers and just finished the course with flying colors. It didn't seem like a long time while you were working, since you kept yourself busy with projects and taking better care of yourself, but once the plane touched down it all sunk in; six months of hard work finally paid off! You continue walking to pickup your luggage and make your way back to your apartment, eager to unpack and settle in.

Your apartment is just as neat as you left it, which surprises you slightly since you had left a key with Christopher Chan (you called him Chan), your long time friend, so that he could come and check up on things every once in a while. Back when you were in high school together, you being a senior and Chan being a junior, you remember Chan being forgetful and messy, so you feel warm thinking that he put in extra effort to keep it nice and clean for you.

Ah, I forgot to text him that I landed safely...

You pull out your phone and are met with a new text.

Chan: Hey man! Let me know when you get here, we gotta catch up if you're not too jetlagged!

You smile. Chan always checks in with you, even if you are his hyung, and you find it heartwarming how much he cares. You type a response.

Me: Just got to the apartment. Honestly surprised at how nice it is, I half expected it to be a pigsty 😂

Chan: You gotta give me more credit!! I've gotten better since you've last seen me

Me: So should we meet at your place then?

Chan: No! No, its far too messy lol

Me: Lol ok, lets meet at the cafe in an hour then

Chan: KK

You chuckle to yourself and finish unpacking. Sure, you enjoyed your time abroad, but you miss Chan and your hometown more than anything, and you can't wait to catch up.

After waiting only a few minutes at "The Crick" cafe, you notice a figure walk in wearing a black hoodie and joggers and a casual beanie. You immediately recognize him by his curly brown hair and adorable pronounced nose.

"Chan, over here!" You wave your arm to signal him. His eyes light up when he sees you and he rushes over. You practically jump out of your seat and Chan grabs you into a bear hug.

"Wow man, I feel like you've been gone forever!!!!" He is grinning ear to ear.

"Haha, yeah, I missed you too bud." You laugh and hug him back. You both sit down, grinning ear to ear. You genuinely missed this goofball.

"Gosh, you gotta fill me in on what went down. Don't think I didn't notice your gorgeous biceps. You been hitting the gym?" Chan jokingly winks at you. You laugh.

"Yea actually! I've been trying to be healthier mentally and physically, especially since I've been busy at the internship. I'm pretty proud of my progress." As you talk, Chan sits back and takes it all in, still smiling. He looks you up and down. Conscious of his gaze, you find yourself blushing slightly.

"You should be proud. Dude, you're doing it! You're living your dream and doing what you want to do. You lost weight and started taking care of yourself better. I know how much effort and motivation that takes." He leans forward and puts a hand on your forearm. "I am so proud of you, Y/N!"

You are slightly taken aback by the sudden praise and chuckle nervously. He always finds a way to make you flustered, even if you are older than him. His shining excited eyes remind you of a golden retriever.

"Why don't you come over for a few drinks and hang out? I could use the company. Plus, I owe you for keeping my place up." You take a sip of your coffee. "I can show you some of my routine." You wink and flex at him jokingly.

"Haha, of course I'm down." Chan laughs and glances down for a second, avoiding your gaze. You aren't certain, but you think you spot him blushing.

A few hours later and a few drinks in, you both find yourselves laughing heartily and catching up at your apartment and reminiscing on old times and stories.

"Dude, I will NEVER forget when you got into a fight with that Woojin guy, that was intense." You flick Chan's shoulder as he makes his way to a chair, handing you another drink.

"Yeah well, he deserved it. He was being way too rough with Felix. I swear, I knew that guy was a dick from the start." He grimaces and shakes his head at the memory.

"I think it was really cool of you actually, to step up like that. You're protective. It's endearing." You smile, trying to make him smile again. It works, and Chan turns to you with a soft expression.

"I really fucking missed you."

Something about the way he looked you in the eyes with that soft smile and warm expression made your face go red. You can feel his eyes raking over you.

"Y-yeah. Me too." For a moment you just stare at each other, slightly inebriated from the alcohol, but also just because you were drawn to him. Chan coughs, breaking the tension.

"Be right back, gotta take a leak."

"No worries."

You stand up and take your glasses to the sink while Chan gets up to go to the bathroom. Your heart is beating faster than usual and you feel butterflies in your stomach. Something about Chan is just so adorable, and something so obvious is happening that you are just a little bit too afraid to accept.

"Think fast!" Chan bursts out from the bathroom door to throw a roll of toilet paper at you. It bumps off your back and you turn to face him.

"Oh, it's on!" You grab the roll and throw it back at him, engaging in battle. He catches it and attempts to run smuggling it away, but you run up to him and grab him in a bear hug from behind, turning it into a wrestling match. You both laugh and horseplay for a second, you trying to pry the paper roll from Chan who is holding onto it for dear life. You manage to pry it out of his hands and victoriously push him to against your wall.

"Ha! I win." You hover over him, grinning while holding his hands up to the wall. Chan giggles with his squinted eyes and wide grin that make you feel soft inside, and you stand there for a moment.

"Okay, I may have underestimated just how strong you got. I mean look at you." Chan runs his hand across your arm that is pinning him to the wall, feeling your biceps. You aren't sure if its the alcohol kicking in or your imagination, but you could have sworn that your faces were not this close 10 seconds ago. Chan's smile falls into a longer look, tilting his head slightly and eyes on your lips. Before you even realize what is happening, you find yourself in Chan's arms and his lips on yours.

Fireworks.

You bring your hand to his face and kiss him back. You can feel his arms running down your sides and pulling you closer, and you are locked in a passionate embrace. His lips carry the faint taste of the rice wine you were drinking earlier and you can smell his faded cologne. The feeling of his hands feeling your stomach and abs send a rush to your head as you take it all in. Only when he separates to breathe do you open your eyes.

"F-fuck..." You say under your breath, still recovering from what just happened. You look at Chan, whose eyes show passion and a hint of fear.

"Fuck... good?" He cocks his head slightly and smiles awkwardly, awaiting your response.

"I don't know, do you?" You smirk as Chan blushes deeply. He chuckles and looks down, grinning. You lift his chin to make him look back up at you. "Shut up and kiss me, Christopher Bang." He doesn't need to be told twice. He leans in to kiss you again, this time needier. He turns you around and pushes you to the wall this time, trading places, and hastily you both take each other's shirts off. He holds your arms up on the wall and looks you up and down for the nth time that night.

"God you are one sexy motherfucker."

Chan never fails to make you blush.

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planetgutz · 1 year

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kill bill

✶ content: a little bit of angst ??, makeup sex, vaginal sex, fingering, praise, dirty talk, creampie, the l bomb (a few times cuz im sappy), dom leaning mammon

✶ pairing: ex boyfriend!mammon x fem!reader

you and mammon had broken up about three months ago. you couldn't deal with his constant schemes to further his wealth, some of these schemes even dragging you down with him. the last straw for you came when the avatar of greed suggested to you that the both of you could monetize your sex life, starting an nsfw page on twitter and accepting donations.

you almost couldn't believe what you were hearing. mammon had always told you that you were just his, he wasn't willing to share you with anyone else. this was a major blow to you so you ended the relationship right then and there. you can still remember how mammon tried to act indifferent as if he couldn't care less, as tears welled in his eyes and threatened to spill over. you hadn't spoken to him or any of the other brothers since then, opting to stay with simeon, solomon, and luke for the time being.

"y/n, we know we love you but you can't stay here forever," luke tells you one day while you're brushing his hair. solomon looks up from the book he's reading, obviously amused. you stop brushing luke's hair. "i know that, i just can't bring myself to face any of them still" solomon laughs from his side of the room and you shoot him a death glare.

"it's best to just rip the bandaid off now, diavolo only gave you this accommodation temporarily anyway"

you reflect on this for a moment and can't help but agree. the group of boys had all been so kind to you in your time of need, you didn't want to continue mooching off of them. you pat luke's head and turn back to solomon. "you know, for once, you're actually right, i have to face them, including him" the boys in the room notice the way your expression changes when you mention mammon, even without saying his name.

solomon walks over and places a reassuring hand on your shoulder. "you don't have to leave right away if you don't want to, you're always welcome here" you give him a soft smile and stand to face him and luke. "like you said, it's best to rip the bandaid off now"

the three of you wait until simeon returns to tell him your plans of returning to your original dorm. as sad as he is to see you go, he agrees that its the best for you. the boys help you pack up your things and escort you back to the main dorms.

"y/n, if you want to come back at any point, just call us and we'll come get you right away" simeon tells you, pulling you into a tight embrace. you nod and wave goodbye to the three as you roll your suitcase towards the front door. a foreboding dread looms over you as your hand hovers over the door. so many memories made here, both good and bad. you muster up the courage to knock on the door. you hear rushed footsteps, a crash followed by a loud curse, and then the door swings open.

it's him.

mammon is stunned, probably never expecting to see you again. he's frozen for a moment before collecting himself. "it's uhm good to see ya, mc" you expected it to be this awkward. you nod. "yea good to see you too, mammon, i'm here to move back in" you say, gesturing towards your suitcase. his eyes widen at that for a moment before returning to normal.

"yeah, of course, come right in" mammon steps aside to let you into the house. he leads you to your old bedroom, stopping when the two of you get to the door. you expect the two of you to part ways but instead, he speaks up. "mc, can we talk please?" you blink owlishly at him before nodding and leading him into your bedroom. you both side on your bed, ample distance between each other.

for some reason, all the memories of the things you and he had done in this room come flooding back. hot and intense memories invade your brain, causing you to clear your throat and cross your legs. mammon takes notice of this but doesn't say a word. "so what did you have to talk to me about?" mammon turns to you, deadly serious.

"listen, i know you probably won't forgive me but i'm sorry, i've regretted what i did since you left 'cuz i lost the love of my life"

he pauses.

"i just want you to know that not a day has gone by where i didn't think of ya, mc" he sighs and moves to stand and leave, already anticipating rejection. you reach out and grab his arm. "mc, huh wh-"

you cut him off, slamming your lips against his. the kiss is returned almost instantly, mammon moving to wrap his arms around your waist. he hoists you up and you wrap your legs around his waist, arms locking around his neck. neither one of you comes up for air as he walks over to your dresser and places you on it. his tongue invades your mouth as you both fight for dominance. mammon is the first to pull back, pupils blown wide.

"i'm gonna show ya how much i missed ya"

he roughly drags your sweats down your legs, underwear following soon after. he groans, taking in the sight of your exposed cunt. mammon slides one finger into your tight cunt, causing you to moan. once he deems you loose enough, he slides another finger in. he's curling his fingers just right, hitting that sensitive bundle of nerves inside of you. mammon leans down close to your ear. "tell me how bad ya want me, tell me ya only belong to me, mc"

you grip his forearm, squirming, pleasure becoming intense. your eyes roll back as your orgasm approaches but mammon stops his movements and smacks your thighs. "what did i say, mc?" you're full on desperate now, orgasm ripped away from you.

"please, mammon! i'm all yours, i want you so bad, just please fuck me!"

a smile takes over mammon's face as he pulls his fingers from your cunt. "that's my good girl, i'll give you what ya want now" he unzips his pants, freeing his cock. mammon had always gone commando, a detail you'd almost forgotten. he strokes his cock a few times before angling it against your throbbing hole. you yelp as he begins pushing it inside. he leans over and places a gentle kiss on your forehead. "don't worry baby, doing so well for me" you reach your hands out to pull him closer and he obliges, pushing you further up on to the dresser. he bottoms out and gives you a moment to adjust. you begin kissing along his neck and he takes that as a sign that you're ready.

mammon slides all the way out of you before slamming back in. he maintains a steady pace, rocking both of you as you clutch onto him for dear life. "mine, pretty girl, all mine, love you so much" the room is filled with your loud cries and the occasional grunt and whine from mammon. "fuck! mammon mm gonna cum!"

mammon digs his nails into your hips, picking up the pace. "ya gonna cream on my dick, baby?" you nod mindlessly. mammon smirks. "i want ya to cum all over this dick and ima fill ya up, okay? you keep nodding, pressure building. "make sure everyone knows ya belong to me" mammon bites down on the side of your neck, hard. you come undone after this, cumming hard around his cock. mammon finishes not long after, filling you up with his seed. he pulls out, cock coated in the evidence of your lovemaking. mammon's cum begins to drip out of you and onto your dresser and you whine.

mammon moves to pick you up, swooping you up into his arms bridal style. "c'mon mc, lets get ya in a bath" you nuzzle into his neck, already drifting off to sleep. "i missed you, mammon" he laughs. "i missed you too, mc" you yawn, attempting to stretch your legs in his grip. "i love you" you say, finally falling asleep.

"i love you more than you'd ever know"

#om!#obey me #shall we date obey me #obey me smut #mammon x reader #mammon obey me #obey me x reader #mammon smut #obey me imagines #obey me mammon x reader #fem!reader #gutzworks

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anarcoqueer1994 · 1 year

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Dustin had watched Steve for months fall more and more in love with Eddie Munson. Part of him was oddly satisfied to discover that Steve, who carried around some weird jealousy over Eddie for the better part of a school year, had ended up falling for him. He also like that two of his favorite people had ended up becoming close friends. But part of him was worried.

He would watch as Eddie would flirt with Steve, and Steve would turn bright red, a little smile creeping up on his face despite trying to feign annoyance. He would watch as Steve would hang on to every word Eddie said. He noticed Steve showing up to every Hellfire get together under the guise of “not wanting to drive back to pick them up.’ Steve would bring bakery, a treat for everyone, but always smiling the brightest when Eddie would compliment his baking. He would see Eddie leaning over and asking Steve to blow on his dice for good luck, calling him princess, and Dustin would watch as Steve was silently malfunctioning. Steve was falling hard, and Eddie…seemed oblivious to it all.

Dustin would never admit it out loud, but Steve was one of the most important people in his life, a big brother he never thought he would have. And watching Steve with Eddie made him scared. Steve was obviously in loved with Eddie. He even asked Steve once as they were driving. Steve tried to brush it off, but Dustin wasn’t stupid. But Eddie, he couldn’t read. He would see the flirty way Eddie would talk to Steve, leaning into his personal space. But Eddie never seemed to be aware of the way Steve would look at him, or if he was, he was really good at hiding it. He knew Eddie had a big personality, so he couldn’t tell if he meant those things he said to Steve or was just trying to mess around with him (playfully of course.) And he was scared that Eddie’s feelings weren’t the same as Steve’s, and that Steve was going to get his heartbroken one day when his feelings finally come to the surface.

He needed to talk to Eddie, either to see if Eddie felt the same as Steve, or to tell him to stop leading Steve on, stop stringing him along with the hope of something that was never going to happen. He knows he shouldn’t but his nose in, but when has he ever kept his mouth shut when he was supposed to.

There was a bang on his trailer door. Wayne isn’t home so it was just Eddie. He was not expecting anyone so he has no idea who can be bothering him first thing Saturday morning. He contemplates staying in bed, hoping whoever was at the door would leave. But the banging starts up again. He grumpily rolls out of bed, t-shirt and sweatpants, hair pulled into a messy ponytail. He slams the front door open “What?!”

Dustin is already pushing his way past a sleepy Eddie, talking a million miles a minute. “Look dude, I really need to talk to you now, it’s important and it couldn’t wait and its about Steve and…”

“Woah slow down.” Eddie says, anger melting away as he closes the door behind him “Sit down and start again. What is going on?” Eddie sits on the chair, as Dustin sits down on the couch. “Is Steve okay?”

“Yea Steve is okay.” Dustin says calmly. “But, look I need to talk to you about him.” Dustin looks worried.

Eddie’s head was racing, what could Dustin need to talk about involving Steve, with him. He starts to panic, worse case scenarios playing in his head. Is Steve hurt? No. Robin would have already called demanding a ride to wherever Steve was. Oh God, maybe Steve figured out his crush and sent Dustin over here to tell him never to talk to him again. He knew Steve was bisexual, coming out to them all months ago, but knowing he is definitely not Steve’s tyoe. It isn't until Dustin says "Eddie? Are you listening?" That he realizes he has been staring in silence.

"Uh, yeah." Eddie says half heartedly. "Um, what about Steve?"

Dustin takes a deep breath before blurting out "Are you in love with Steve?"

Oh God, he was right. Steve found out about his crush. He tries to prolong the inevitable. "Um...no? I mean I love him, but Im not in love with him, man. Why?" He says blatantly lies, not wanting to get hurt, wanting to protect his secret.

"Oh." Dustin almost sounds disappointed. He clears his throat, not wantingto confront Eddie, but strangly protective of the person who has done so much for him and his friends. "Then, I need you to stop leading him on." Dustin's voice sounds foreign, softer than usual.

Eddie doesn't know what to say, totally confused about what Dustin just said. "What are you talking about? I'm not leading anyone on."

"Eddie, you can't be that dense. " Dustin never one to mince words. "You have to see the massive crush he has on you, and you don't make it any better by using those lame pet names with him. But everytime you do, he gets this look of hope on his face that you could reciprocate his feelings, but if you don't love him like that, I need you to stop. He's been through so much with Nancy, and I don't want him to get hurt again So please don't hurt my friend." His last words were quiet.

Eddie is trying to process everything. Steve loves him? Wants him? He feels dumb for never seeing it. He can't help the smile on his face. "Never pictured you as a softy, Henderson."

"Shut up. Someone has to look out for that idiot, and Robin is too busy sharing thier only brain cell, to do it on her own. But promise me, you won't hurt him, Eddie."

"I can guarantee that. The last thing I want to do is hurt Steve Harrington. In fact, " he stands up "Do you want to go for a quick ride?"

Steve and Robin sat in his livingroom. They were sitting talking about thier love lifes, Robin going on about her first date with Nancy the nighr before. They saw a movie, had dinner, and even spent the night together. She came over early this morning after leaving Nancy’s through the window. Steve couldn't be happier for her. She and Nancy were perfect for each other.

They had mad breakfast together, empty glasses of orange juice and coffee littered the coffee table, next to a half eaten stack of pancakes.

"Now," she smiles "We just have to get you a date with Eddie, and we can have cute double dates."

Steve sighs "Ugh, I'm starting to think that will never happen. I don't think I'm trying to hide how much I like him. Fuck, I even bring those dumb little pastries to Hellfire and his band practice."

"As the person who gets to taste test those pastries, I don't think thier dumb. " She laughs.

"That's not the point, dude. I literally am putting myself out there. Like I even told him he smelled nice the other day, when he changed shampoos."

She laughs again, "Oh no, Steve, you got it so bad."

"That's the problem. I don't think he feels the same way. Like he calls me all those names."

"Like princess" Robin interrupts in a sing-songy voice.

"Oh my God, yes like princess. But then he just laughs them off, pretends like I am not having a minor meltdown, and I don't know what to." Steve puts his head in hands.

"Steve, I'm sure he is into you. Why else would he be flirting all the time." She says matter-of-factly.

"I don’t know, but I feel like he doesn't like me like that." He groans.

Before she can answer, the doorbell rings. Steve has no idea who, besides Robin, would be here this early. He gets up to answer it, Robin watching from her spot on the couch.

There in his doorway is Eddie, Dustin sitting in his van in the driveway. "Eddie what are you doing here? Everything alright?"

Eddie doesn't answer. Instead he suddenly puts his hands on either side of Steve's face, pulling him in for a kiss.

Steve doesn't kiss back not registering what is happening. Eddie pulls away "I'm so sorry, I thought...Dustin said...I'm going to kill him..."

He is cut off by Steve pulling him in by the shirt, crushing lips against Eddie’s, shutting him up. When they pull apart, Steve rest his arms on Eddie’s shoulders. "No need for murder."

He looks past Eddie to Dustin in the drive way who despite fake gagging, just gives Steve a thumbs up. Robin yells from behind "Told you, he likes you."

Eddie smiles "She's right...I do, princess."

And Steve can't help but glow. He now has an amazing boyfriend, on top of his supportive friends.

#stranger things fanfiction #ficlet #steve harrington #eddie munson #dustin henderson #robin buckley #steddie #ronance #if you squint

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myussytastelikeapple · 5 months

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꧁Roommates꧂

Paring: college!Clapton!davis x college!Black!Fem!reader

Warnings: P in v sex, porn with no plot, needy reader, cream pie, kind of a sub!Clapton but he’s kind of a switch, no protection, cockwarming,slowburn, and fluffy!

A/N: Hi guys im still trying to catch up on your guys request I’m so sorry I’m also kind of sick sooooo yea! But enjoy!

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You and Clapton have been roommates for a couple of months. He seems weird these past couple of days as he continues to lock himself in his room. One day, you lose your bonet, so you knock on Clapton door to ask him if he’s seen it. You hear slight moans and whimpers as his bed creaks. He responds to you in a shaky voice saying, “give me a second”. He quickly starts hiding the photo he had of you and opens the door. He’s been fantasizing about you but you had no idea. He was still hard as you spoke to him

“Have you seen my bonet?”

Swallowing thickly, trying to regain his composure, Clapton looks at you with wide eyes, clearly caught off guard “Oh, um, sure. Let me check my room”. He steps aside, allowing you to enter his room.

As your eyes wander around the room, they catch sight of a few suggestive photos on the bedside table. You can feel a wave of embarrassment wash over you as you pick up the bonet, which was hiding in plain sight on the table.

“O-ok that’s all I needed thank you I grin”

Gulping nervously, Clapton nods and closes the door behind you. He locks his door behind you, trying to hide his embarrassment as he collapses onto his bed, still breathing heavily.

You knock back on his door “are you ok I hear you breathing really heavy”

He gets up unlocking the door, afterwards sitting back on his bed Clearing his throat, Clapton shakes his head slightly, trying to regain his composure. He turns around on the bed so that he's facing away from the door Yeah, I'm fine. Just... surprised, I guess “what from?”

From... uh, never mind." He sighs heavily, trying to distract himself from the intense feelings he's been experiencing. "You know what, forget about it. Let's just forget this ever happened." You move to go sit next to him “Tell me” you say rubbing his back to calm him down

Taking a deep breath, Clapton lets out a long sigh before turning to face you "Look, I can't just hide how I feel from you forever. I thought maybe..." He trails off, unable to finish his sentence.* “ Maybe what?..”

His cheeks flush slightly as he glances down at the floor, then back up at you “Maybe... maybe we could try something different tonight? You know, like awakening those senses you mentioned earlier?” “Of course”

Clapton hesitates for a moment before shrugging lightly Well, if that's what you want... *He crawls over to you, his heart racing in anticipation of what might happen next. You stare at him looking down at his soft looking lips then looking back up at him

His eyes meet yours, filled with an unexpected mix of nervousness and desire Well, when you put it like that... He leans in closer, his warm breath ghosting across your skin as he trails his fingers lightly down your arm. “kiss me already” you say airily

Feeling emboldened by your words, Clapton's lips find yours in a passionate kiss. His tongue darts out to explore your mouth, tasting you deeply. His other hand finds its way to your waist, pulling you closer as he moans softly into the kiss.

Then you climb over him straddling him

Clapton 's heart races, The warmth of your skin against his sends shivers down his spine. He deepens the kiss, their tongues tangling in a flurry of desire “I want you so bad” you say Feeling the heat between them escalating, Clapton groans against your lips. His free hand slips beneath your shirt, tracing patterns on your back as he presses his hips against yours in a silent plea for more. “Then take what you want...”

Your hands find the hem of his shirt pulling it off His chest heaves with anticipation as he looks down at you, his eyes dark with lust. “Now it's your turn...”

You swiftly take off you shirt also with unclipping your bra, Breathing rapidly, Clapton watches as you remove your shirt, revealing your bare breasts. He cups one in his hand, massaging it gently as his free hand finds its way under your pants. “So fucking beautiful...” he mumbles

“Fuck Clapton I need more” you say Clapton growls against your skin, kissing and nipping his way down your neck as one hand continues to massage your breast, the other tracing teasing patterns on your stomach. More? He asks, his hands moving lower. I’ll give you more...*

“please..” With a groan, Clapton tears his lips from your skin and looks deep into your eyes. His fingers trace the line of your panties as he whispers. Please what, love? Please take off your panties, let me show you just how much I need you... Slowly, you remove every piece of your clothes off

Clapton gasps, his eyes nearly rolling back in his head at the sight of you completely naked. He kicks off his shoes and shoves his pants and boxers down around his ankles, revealing his hard cock standing tall against his stomach “Fuck your so big baby..” you say

A groan escapes him as you reach out to touch him, your fingers wrapping around his shaft. His eyes roll back further, lost in the sensation. You're... you're killing me, baby... He pants, his hips bucking up into your touch.

Feeling your touch, Clapton gasps, his head rolling back. Fuck... fuck, I'm so close... give it to me, baby... He groans, his cock twitching in your hand. You then get down to your knees

You take a deep breath before taking him all in your mouth, Clapton's eyes fly open, shock and pleasure mixing in his expression. He gasps, hands finding your hair, gripping tightly. Oh fuck, baby... that's... so good... He thrusts his hips forward, pushing deeper into your mouth

Feeling the edge approaching, Clapton grunts, his body tensing. “Fuck I’m fill my baby's mouth with my cum” With a loud groan, he releases, shooting his hot seed into your mouth, his cock throbbing in your throat. Slowly, Josh pulls out of your mouth, his eyes still glazed, his cock still hard

“Oh fuck, that's incredible..." He pants, looking down at you with eyes glazed over with lust. “You're amazing, baby. Thank you...” he says “you welcome baby but I need your cock inside of me” you say “Cmere babydoll” you get straddling him again, He positions himself at your entrance and pushes in, groaning as he sinks inside of you. Clapton gasps, his hips starting to move, fucking into you with hard, demanding strokes. “Fuck... you fucking feel so good... I can't get enough of this”

“Faster I need it f-faster” His movements quicken, his cock thrusting faster and deeper into you, his hips slapping against your ass cheeks. “I'm gonna cum again, baby... are you ready for my seed?” He asks “Yes b-breed me!” Clapton's movements become even more rapid, his cock plunging into you with powerful strokes. He moans loudly, his hips bucking as he releases his second climax into you, filling you up with his hot seed. “Oh fuck, baby” he says, Feeling your body collapse onto his, Clapton groans, his cock twitching inside of you as he tries to catch his breath. His arms wrap around you, holding you close. Shit, that was intense... You're incredible, baby. “Can we go to sleep like this?” You ask

Clapton chuckles softly, his cheek pressing against your hair. His cock begins to soften inside of you. “Sure, we can sleep like this. Cuddle up to me and let's get some rest, okay? “Mhm” you say tiredly you both go to sleep together peacefully

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amber-michaelson · 2 years

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Fallen Angel

Yandere Bowers Gang x reader

-Headcanon here-

Summary: they are obsessed and decide to act on it

Read at own risk

Warning: swearing

Fm = favorite movie

Yn pov

"Hello" I smiled sitting next the platinum blonde boy "I'm yn" I said and took out my books "victor" he greeted quietly before the teacher started speaking and through the lesson victor explained the previous lesson and showed me his notes which I gladly expected the help before the bells go "thanks so much victor how will I ever repay you" I asked packing up my stuff "you don't have to but whenever you need help just come to me" he smiled putting his bag over his shoulders "I'll make sure to keep that in mind" I murmured and went our separate ways, over my first week me and victor got closer and he's been helping me a lot "bye vic" I smiled and walked into my history class and sat at my normal spot in the back "good day class today we will be preparing a project which will be due in 2 weeks" the class groaned in disappointment "don't worry you will be able to pick your own partners" I looked around for anyone familiar but nothing "can I be your partner" I turned to the voice and see one of the people that hang around victor "of coarse I don't mind" I smiled and moved my bag to make room for him "yn and belch you will do ancient Rome" the teacher explained and did the rest of the groups and aloud us to go to the library "so yn I see you hang around victor" belch made small talk as we gazed for books on the shelves "yeah he helps me with my homework and tutors me" I smiled and started piling the books in my hand "let me carry those" he smiled taking the books out my hands "oh thank you belch".

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I smiled as me, victor and belch made our way down the hall "hey guys who's this" we paused as two boys stepped in front of us "oh hey Henry" victor murmured "hi I'm yn" I smiled at both of them "well cutie I'm Patrick" the one smiled licking his lips "I'm Henry" the other crossed his arms "well its nice to meet you two but I need to get to my maths class bye guys" I smiled and walked away.

And everyday day after that I was the new member of the bowers gang and over the time the boys became more and more disappointed if I talk to anyone but them or gave anyone my attention "guys come on it was one thing" I whined as they kept quiet as we made our way behind school to belchs car so we can get something to eat "but you could've asked us" victor muttered and opened the door for me I climbed in with victor and Patrick sitting next to me "why are you so protective" I asked but didn't get a response instead silence filled the car the only sound was the soft tones coming from the radio "belch can I have a water" I murmured leaning forward "yea here" Henry muttered handing me a bottle of water I slowly uncapped it and took a sip and closed it back up "this isn't the way to the has station" I murmured but slowly started to feel dizzy and my vision started fading "what did you do" I leaned forward and felt tired "it's OK now" Victor's voice turned to whispers before I blacked out completely 'this is where the nightmare begans'.

My eyes adjust to the darkness it had been a few hours since belch dropped of breakfast for me they'd lock the door to the room I was in except for the attachment bathroom, the room had no windows and was lit up by a flickering light.

"Babe we're home" I sighed in relief as Henry unlocked the door it was getting more and more boring when they leave I was starting to actually miss them "we were thinking how about we go into the lounge and watch a movie" victor smiled sitting on the edge of my bed "you mean leave the room" I was shocked I haven't left the room on months "yes since you've been so good we want to reward you" I giggle happily and jumped up and hugged them "come on tiger" Patrick murmured and lifted me up and carried me down stairs while the others got get the stuff ready "how was your day" I asked as he settled us onto the couch with me on his lap "it was good but missed feeling your but on my dick" I blushed as he slightly grinded against me "Patrick stop being a perv" Henry smacked the back of Patrick's head while giving me a blanket and setting beside me while victor brings the drinks and sits on the other side of me and belch brings the snacks and settles between my legs "what do you wanna watch" Henry passes me the remote "how about fm" I put on fm and snuggled into Patrick's chest 'maybe this isn't a nightmare after all'.

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crushedsweets · 8 months

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i was listening to twin size mattress by the front bottoms and was like. hmm this is the most toby song ever

SO i was wondering do u have any songs that remind you of specific creeps? could be from lyrics or just general vibes yk yk

- 🌙 anon (im new here hi)

HII welcome. ok ok. so i listen to music in a very boring way and never analyze lyrics/artists/albums/etc. but for you i will try to change.

also these lryics with toby oh wow.. wow. ok. wowwww. wow. ok. wow. STUFF UNDER THE CUT BUT KNOW IM DEEPLY WARPING THE ACTUAL MEANING BEHIND A LOT OF THESE SONGS LOL. i religiously listen to love songs so its hard

toby and honey by coastal club. (my fave song rn..)

whether its from his perspective or not.. it doesnt even have to be romantic either. just his friendships with everyone around him, both from people like tim and brian seeing this SEVERELY TROUBLED kid. . . 'wide eyed..dying to get outside' feels very :((( yk. he was a kid trapped in a fucking horrifying situation all his life. or him looking at his friendship with nina. "youve got a way with me... alive and so full of life, i'm mesmerized by your love" etc. maybe jack or clockwork with the "i started laughing at the words you spoke, i kinda like you and your stupid jokes"... AGAIN I KNOW ITS A LOVE SONG but i see it applying in so many different forms of love. and i love love. also a ton of like, car and driving references which is um. lyra reference sorry

nina x clockwork and "a big brown dog named bagel" by nep

ok this doesnt apply so much to my au(nobody is canon in mine but yk)... buttttttt... yeah. ugh. this is so nina @ nat. sorry guys ive been changed. one ask always diverts my attention at the speed of light. "I like the way she bites, the way she talks, the way she looks when I smile" is just SO FUCKING NINA ADORING NAT. nina just wants to be in the most fairytale coming of age movie ya novel lovestory and she says that her biggest dream in life is to get married. she wants to take care of her lover and give and give and give so fucking much and "I'll buy you a big old house on a big old hill And I'll grow old with my baby, 'til she's dead" is so very her. of course i chose clockwork cuz 'she's tall in the knees' and 'some green in her eyes' plus im a lesbian and havent fawned over sapphic relationships in months since i began my creepypasta return. LOL

eyeless jack and "downhill" by lincoln

there r few words to describe the amount of guilt, horror, and devastation that jack feels after what he's done, all he's lost, and what he has to do to survive. he has a year of his life that he was literally possessed by a demon and went around fucking tearing humans apart and eating their remains. even as he's """recovering""" and settling into a cabin, his friendships with the creeps, trying to just feel okay. he's on his last leg, he can tell that people know he's a shell of what he was but they'll never know how warm, kind, inviting he used to be. "i went downhill at such a steep inline" ... yea he did his life changed immeasurably in a single night and it's never coming back. the lyrics "'Cause I was born into the world on a silken cloud / And I got bored of the world before I hit the ground" ... while he had a ton of pressure. he loved his life, loved his family, was the type to constantly express how grateful he was for everything that got him where he was. and then he hit rock fucking bottom because he wanted to chase a little excitement with the pretty girl inviting him to join a 'club.' poor guy

liu and "i'm not angry anymore" by paramore

i dont think i need to explain this because um..... lols... liu just wants to fucking move on. he just wants to escape everything. he wants his family back, including the little brother he'd play catch with in the front yard for so many years. but he has his moments where it all comes barreling back, and he makes real fucking brash decisions - he lost his marriage because he spiraled trying to find jeff and moved to fucking alabama. so you know.

jane and "everest" by beabadoobee

again, i dont think i need to explain this. maybe this could be mary(jane's wife) singing to jane, cuz she was one of janes main supports after her parents death. jane can only act strong for so long but she is so so so fucking sad and mourning and she was always so soft and gentle and sweet and she lost everything in a single night. she spent a short period of time filled with rage, as she would be, but her story eventually evolves into her just wanting to help others with their cases, be happy with her wife, take care of sally, grow old, make her parents proud. she's climbed mountains and is probably in the best place of all the creeps. holds her. i dont touch her character too often because i just want her to settle happily lolz..

ok thats all i got guys :3.. thank youuuuu thank youuu. sorry if my music taste is bad guys. LOL.

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guanana · 2 years

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sniff ♡ njm x reader – request

pairing: jaemin x reader

genre: pw(minimal)p smut, f x m, slice of life/established relationship au

word count: 7k+

smut warnings: explicit sex scenes, lots of sniffing & other sensory stimulations, sweat kink, handjob, thigh fucking, cum eating

author's note: yeah, yeah x2, yes, uh-huh, & ok yea you get the point — anyways, it isn't august yet but let's get jaemin month started!! >:D thank you anonnie for this cool request and for waiting so patiently i had fun fucking around w/ this one 🤭💓

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It was like a premonition, a hunch– foresight almost.

Either way, your suspicions regarding your boyfriend and his affinity to a particular sensory stimulation was right on the money. And in hindsight? You really should have just trusted your gut the moment you felt that something was up.

Not that you had a problem with it, anyway.

“Good morning, sweets.” A groggy Jaemin comes up behind you, wrapping his arms around your waist and bringing your back flush against his chest.

“Mm, morning,” You sigh blissfully when he delivers a kiss into your hair, lingering there for a hair’s breadth too long before sneaking a hand under your shirt to rub circles into your tummy. “You’re not usually up this early. What’s up?”

He shifts his attention from giving you kisses to what you were doing at the moment. Sticking his lips out in a pucker to point out exactly what he was looking at without having to let you go. “Those woke me up.”

And when you look down at the freshly baked cinnamon rolls that are resting on top of the stove, it all clicks. The brush that rests in your dominant hand is drenched with the cream cheese glaze, ready to be applied on top of the sickeningly sweet treat that floods the room with its scent.

“Just had a craving for them, I guess.” You laugh lightly. “They just need to sit a little, but I’ll put them on a plate for us in a bit. Want coffee with it?”

“You spoil me too much.” He grins.

“I think I spoil you the right amount.” You reply, twisting yourself out of his clutches to prepare both of your meals. Bending down to the lower cupboards, you pull out a frying pan. “Go ahead and set up the table. I’ll have the rest out in about ten minutes.”

You’re met with an interesting sight when you straighten out. It seems that your instructions flew right over Jaemin’s head when you caught him bent over at the stove. His face is impossibly close to the cinnamon rolls, and if you weren’t so caught off guard by the obnoxious inhale that he takes, you’d scold him to be careful. The noise that emanates from his nose is way too ridiculous, however. A snort accompanying the strikingly different expression he’s donning.

“Having fun there?” You ask rhetorically, yet a little skeptical as well.

His eyes widen when he realizes that you’ve been watching him, immediately standing back up and rubbing his nose with the back of his hand. “Sorry about that,” He gives you a nervous smile. “They just smell really good.”

Jaemin has always been on the sillier side. He’s the kind of boyfriend to suck your whole cheek into his big mouth, or to bite on the sleeve of your shirt to pull you in a certain direction. There was even this one time that he barked at you in public, but you only nagged him a little for that. So when you catch his eyes rolling to the back of his head, it really isn’t out of the ordinary for you.

Shrugging off any questionable thoughts, you simply carry on the rest of your morning like normal. Preparing a nice breakfast for the two of you topped off with your delicious baking. The two of you enjoy each other’s company in a comfortable silence, chewing away happily and planning out the rest of your days off.

——

The second incident wasn’t much worse, but again, hindsight.

“Jaemin?” You call out to your boyfriend when you catch him in your room. Flicking the light switch on to see him on all fours on the bed, you see that he’s got a fistful of your sheets. When he looks back at you, he’s scrambling away to meet you at the door frame. He has that same nervous and out of character expression when he tries to saunter towards you coolly. “...What are you doing?”

It takes a few beats too long to think of an acceptable answer. “Well, I just wanted to see if I could guess what laundry detergent you use.”

“Huh.” You squint your eyes at him.

“Is it Dawn?”

“No, Tide. But Jaemin–” You shake your head to ground yourself. “Why are you doing that?”

“It’s a… project.” He says slowly, and you could see the gears in his head working in overdrive. “Yeah, a project. For stats. I’m collecting data on people’s preferences for detergent brands.”

“And you chose to sniff my sheets when you could’ve just asked me, why…?”

Even when you and Jaemin were harboring unspoken feelings for one another, there was never a time during his courtship where he was nervous. He was always meticulous and sure of himself. Exuding nothing but confidence when approaching you. That’s why you’re starting to grow a little suspicious when his eyes dart left and right, unsure of how to go about his next moves.

“You’ve been working way too hard. Who am I to bother you when you’re resting and watching TV?” He quickly deflects, planting his hands on your cheeks to reassure you.

“It was just a quick question, Jaem. You should never be afraid to ask me anything. Plus, I don’t think the scent would still even be there.” You look past him towards your bed where he originally was. “Don’t judge me– but, I haven’t changed sheets in like, a month. There’s no way you could’ve guessed that when it smells like y’know, me.”

Of course he knows that.

“You’re right.” Jaemin nods. “I’ll make sure to just ask next time. But hey, good to know it’s Tide.”

“Glad to know I could help.” You conclude with a small smile.

You guess you both have come to a consensus. Neither of you care for the topic at hand anymore when he wraps his arm around your neck, leading the two of you back to the living room to watch your show.

As you walk down the hall, Jaemin delivers another lingering kiss to the side of your head. Tilting his head in a dreamlike state to get as much of you in as he can. Pretty eyelashes flutter shut when he gets a good whiff of your refreshing shampoo and conditioner.

——

The third time, it becomes a little more apparent that something is up.

“Okay, try this one now.” Jaemin comes up to you with what you think is the fourth lotion he’s had you try since the two of you arrived at the local body shop. Lifting your hands up, he squeezes a generous drop of the smooth substance into your hand. Nodding at you intently to rub it into your skin.

Once you’ve distributed it evenly across your skin, you bring your hands to your face. It’s a nice scent– floral. “Lavender?” You ask, reconnecting eye contact with Jaemin to see that he’s looking at you just a little too eagerly.

“Mhm,” He hums. “You’ve got a good nose. Let me see now.” He doesn’t waste any time when he grabs both of your wrists with one hand easily. His nostrils connect with your palm to inhale deeply.

You blink a few times when he pushes your hands back a little, his eyebrows furrowing together irritably. He doesn’t let go when he takes a few seconds to think, but when a moment more passes, he shakes his head. “Nope, this won’t do.”

“Hm?”

“I hate it,” He sticks his tongue out. “It’s way too concentrated. Feels fake. Go wash your hands.” He gripes while he shoos you towards the sink.

“I thought it smelled pretty good.” You grumble while washing off the residue.

“Nah.” He looks at you with bored eyes and a slack jaw. “I’ll find a better one.”

“Another one?” You whine, scoffing when he bobs his head at you.

The thought displeases you, knowing that you’d have to spend even more time here. When you mentioned to Jaemin that you had run out of lotion and needed to buy a new one, you meant that you were just going to run to the drug store down the street and grab your generic unscented usual. It’s done nothing but right by you. So when Jaemin decided to literally carry you into the passenger seat of his car and drive to the mall— you were once again, extremely confused.

While you were starting to develop a headache from the sensory overload of all of the candles and perfumes, Jaemin looked like he was in a candy shop. Picking up every lotion that catches his eye and contemplating if he should have you try it. His reasoning was a bit vague, but nothing that wasn't on brand for him: “I just wanna spoil my baby today, is that so wrong? Gotta make sure she gets nothing but the best.”

After what seems like tens of minutes and an absurd amount of hand washing, Jaemin comes up with another bottle of lotion. You’ve lost count already, but it’s definitely already in the double digits, and by whatever’s good and holy out there— you hope it’s the last one.

“Cough ‘em up.” He instructs, and you follow in suit. Giving him your hands, he pumps yet another droplet. “I’ve got a good feeling about this one.”

You hope so, but when you take a whiff, you realize he’s right. It’s a tropical smell, light on the sinuses yet just the right amount of sensible. It reminds you of a summer day at the beach where the ocean waves crash onto the shore.

“This one's amazing.” You give him your hand, to which he accepts it gratefully.

And there it was again— that face. Lacing his fingers around the back of your hand, he brings your palm even closer to his nose. The pretty tip of it rubbing into the flesh of it with his chest heaving up the deeper he inhales. His mouth dropping open in an exaggerated ‘o’ when he exhales, a latent look of want in his eyes when they roll back.

“Yeah, this is the one.” He breathes out, and when the tip of his tongue flicks against your palm, you immediately twist away from his clutches.

“Jaem!” You scold him. “Not in public!”

Yet his eyes remain half lidded, taking a predatory step towards you to close the gap. The shop is bursting with people, so you feel your ears getting warm when Jaemin corners you into a shelf of products. Extending an arm to keep you from escaping, a dazed grin begins to form.

You catch a couple of high school girls looking at the two of you in the distance. One of them whispered to another while giggling, probably fawning over how handsome yet risque your boyfriend is. If only they knew that he was a bit… abstract.

You’re about to dodge any probable kisses when he brings his face close to yours, a cheeky smile stretching from ear to ear when he corners in, but just when you’re about to turn away– he shifts around you. His nose just barely grazes over the apple of your cheek and his line of vision shifting elsewhere. The arm that leaves you compromised retracts, and you find the full sized version of the summer breeze lotion in his hand.

“Oh,” You splutter, now feeling embarrassed at your assumption that he was going to kiss you breathless in public. Not that you’d necessarily mind, but you’d like to think you have some decorum.

And as always, Jaemin can read you like an open book. Ever so endeared by how cutely reserved you are, he pecks your cheek while you remain in your dumbfounded state. Turning behind him to lift an unamused eyebrow at the peeping girls. When they realize that they’ve been caught, the taller of the two yelps before scampering out with her friend.

“You’re really cute when you get shy.” He teases you, joining your hands together to pull you away from the shelf.

“And you’re really annoying when you make fun of me.” You pout. “Can we check out now?”

“Just a little longer, sweets. I wanna look at a few more things.” He answers, dragging you towards a display of candles. Now making it a point to check every single item, not caring to ask your opinion on if you like it or not.

The two of you remain in the little shop for another whopping twenty minutes, and you’re sure by the time Jaemin has swiped his card you’ve used up the last of your sanity. But when you two walk down the sidewalk, you can’t help the way your heart pulses at Jaemin’s pleased expression.

You sigh at the three bags of merchandise that rest on the arm that isn’t holding you. It confuses you, you had no idea he was into this stuff in the first place. You’re more than thankful that you aren’t dating a 3-in-1 shampoo type of guy, but you weren’t aware that he was so particular about scents.

Whatever, you think. It’s not like it’s something that you need to worry about. As long as he’s happy, you’ve got no reason to complain.

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Until it starts to get a little weird– but you start to think you might be just as weird as him. Because whatever is going on right now, you like it.

You had just gotten back from your apartment complex’s complementary gym. Hitting an extra long session of cardio to boost your stamina, even if you weren’t particularly the fondest of it in the first place.

That being said, you were sweaty. Wiping the perspiration off of your forehead with the towel that was hanging off of your neck. Still panting to rehabilitate your breathing, you quickly shove your key in and twist to stumble inside.

It isn’t surprising when you find Jaemin has already made himself at home on your couch. You had given him your extra key ages ago, and you’re sure his own apartment was just a storage unit at this point. Looking up from his phone to catch you leaning on the door, he looks at you like you’re made up of all the stars in the galaxy.

Clearly not bothered by your frazzled state, he immediately swings his legs sideways to fly off the couch. Skipping towards you with his arms extended wide to encapsulate you in one of his signature bone crushing hugs.

And trust, if you weren’t drenched in sweat— you would’ve taken it with gratitude. But in fear of him pushing you away in disgust, you duck under and away from him when he tries to catch you. Gasping out loud when he crashes into the door cartoonishly.

“Jaemin!” You squeak at him, only to have him turn back to you with squinted eyes.

“Why’d you run away?!”

“I just worked out, you goof.” You immediately retort, stifling a laugh when he plants his hands on his hips sassily. Shaking his head at you petulantly, you’re not quick enough to evade his second attack when he grabs your wrist to pull you in. “Jaem—!”

“I don’t care,” He whines, his voice raised to a bratty cadence that would annoy most but makes you melt. Catching you by your hip with his free hand, he pulls you in to shower your cheeks in kisses. With how he bombards you with affection, you’re quick to succumb to his touches. Sloppy and moist pecks along with your giggles fill the room, and you’re both too caught up in your antics.

Until his kisses lead up the angle of your jaw, making a stop at your sideburn, and then letting his nose dig into the side of your head, nuzzling deeply into your hair. Suddenly he stops, and you push yourself away to catch that abrupt switch in his demeanor. There was that inexplicable glint in his eye again, terrifying in how unreadable it is.

You part your lips to question his motives, but any chances of a proper conversation is thrown out of the window when he bends down at level with the crook of your neck, the towel that hung loosely around it is now long forgotten when it falls to the floor. Trapping you with the flat of his hand against the center of your back, you’re arched at an angle that crushes your breasts into his chest.

You were impartial to some innocent touches when you had gotten home, knowing that Jaemin has always been on the needier side. But under the instance he was in the mood for something else? You really wanted to hit the showers first.

“Jaemin, come on–! Ah!” You squeal when rolls his tongue out to lick a up your throat, cleaning the thin layer of sweat and replacing it with his warm spit, tilting your chin up as the pink muscle reaches the tip. The hand at your back travels with haste towards your ass, gripping and kneading a handful of the flesh before bringing it down in a harsh smack. “What are you doing?!”

“Sorry sweets,” He apologizes with little sincerity before nibbling at your neck, inhaling deep yet quickly bated breaths like a dog whose owner has just come home from work. His thumbs hook into the hem of your leggings, snapping the waistband playfully to earn another gasp of surprise. “You just smell so good.” His voice drops an octave in the latter half of his words, falling down to a rough baritone that rumbles deeply in his chest. “You look even better, so pretty for me… Just wanna lick up every drop.”

His proclamation fills you with embarrassment, because you’re certain it’s the opposite right now. Yet he furthers his point when he traces his tongue along the lobe of your ear, letting it slither into the hole, allowing you to not only feel the sensations but hear the slimy appendage roll around. Everything from your hairline to the back of your thighs is drenched in sweat, you’re sure you smelled… salty.

As if he can read the worry on your face, he shakes his head. “Don’t be shy,” He says before scooping your breasts into his palms, squishing them together to lave along your cleavage. The droplets of perspiration meld together to form a small pool, to which he laps up with glee. “I mean it. I love how you smell, especially when you’re like this.” He moans, unrelenting when he pushes your fitted top over your head and disposes of it.

It feels like steam is coming out of your ears at how lewd his actions are, enjoying you as if you were actually a meal for him to eat. “Jaem, come on, please just let me clean up,” You manage to sputter out, your voice wavering with every caress. “I promise I’ll do whatever you want after.”

“No, I want you now.” He growls before sweeping you up and over his shoulder, latching his forearm around your knees to leave you just barely hanging off of him. Completely over exaggerated in his actions, he leads you to the couch that’s no more than a few steps away, pelting you onto the plush cushions with little regard to your landing. He’s even quicker to topple over you, hands immediately seeking purchase over your body in a heated frenzy.

“What's gotten into you?!”

Jaemin was never anything if not frivolous and open about his fantasies, but there’s an almost dark and gritty aura about him right now. The way he completely ignores any pleas or protests only serves to make the heat between your legs grow hotter. It’s as if any thread that’s held him together has snapped, and you’re left with a man starved. Only looking to satiate his selfish and innate desires.

“Didn’t really want you to find out, to be honest. Especially not like this.” Yet his words betray his body when he lifts your arm, holding your wrist firm in place, ogling that hollow that concaves in. When that Cheshire grin grows, your eyes widen when you’re hit with the horrible realization. “Can you blame me though? It’s your fault for making me like this.”

“Oh my god, don’t you fucking dare—” But you’re too late when he dives in, quickly bringing his lips to your underarm, licking a fat stripe upwards whilst reveling in your screech. The tips of his canines poke out in amusement, gauging your reaction as a satisfactory one. The slurp he makes is obnoxious, and the flesh feels sticky from the saliva he leaves behind.

Your flushed expression only spurs him on even further. Of course he knows his lover like the back of his hand. Though you pathetically squirm and struggle, those fucked out eyes and that bratty swivel of your hips tells him you’re enjoying this more than you’re letting on. Such a cute little brat, he chuckles inwardly before continuing.

“Everything about you is so good, ” He croons sweetly, kissing against the surface of your underarm. “Could eat you up just like this, and you wouldn't be able to do anything about it. ‘Cause you're my sweet girl, and you do what I want when I want. Right?”

A pathetic whimper of his name slips past your lip at his assertion, unable to deny the toe-curling pleasure the foreign action is giving you. Gnawing at your bottom lip, you can’t bring yourself to push him off of you when he flattens his tongue to cover itself in your taste. He treats it with the same vigor as when he eats you out, taking in every drop desperately until you’re covered in his saliva.

You’re mortified at how into this he is. When you catch a glimpse of the whites in his eyes, you know that he’s been holding himself back this whole time. It excites and scares you— how much filthier could his desires get? When he shifts from your underarms and reaches your collarbones, you realize that he’s too far gone.

Squirming under his hold only gets him harder as he ruts his prominent bulge in between the crevice where your thighs meet. He was already so hard, the outline in his pants sticking out and jutting against your core with greed. It’s almost humiliating how such an unstimulating act is capable of making you cry out, how each buck of his hips only coerces another gush of wetness from you. You’re sure the lack of restriction meant that he wasn’t wearing underwear right now, because you’re sure what you’re feeling is the head of his cock getting caught on your clit.

Traveling down your body, your leggings slip off with his hands, slipping off with ease when you lift your legs for him. He’s in disbelief at the sight before him, a stringy butterfly thong that’s being sucked in by your folds. There’s nothing left to the imagination aside from your holes that he yearns to devour, but this waiting game only makes his hunger grow. He can’t differentiate the layer of slick that covers the insides of your thighs, but he wants to lick it up all the same.

As if it couldn’t get better, you give him easier access by spreading your ankles as far apart from one another as you can. It makes him scoff, shaking his head with a pointed tick in his jaw. At your submission, you can’t see that he’s inwardly cheering at how well you accept this side of him. It fills his chest with a sort of warmth, one that he can only express in physical adoration.

You’ve always been so, so pretty. He loves how pretty your face is, how nicely you dress yourself up, how you taste– but one of the prettiest things about you is how you smell. The scent of your body wash, or the light perfume you spray on your neck, he enjoys all of it. Yet it all pales in comparison to that heady scent that you give off. It’s natural, poignant, and at its root– pure.

Just like you, his precious girl.

It’s all so good to him, and it’s served to him on a silver platter. He hopes that his gratitude is made clear when he crawls off of you, letting his knees drop onto the carpeted floor and delivering a teasing kiss against your already sopping panties.

You think you’ve lost any sense of direction at this point too. Because rather than being horrified at his incessant sniffing, you find yourself lazily smiling at how much he wants you. No longer embarrassed by any thoughts of him being grossed out by something as petty as some sweat, you give in by hooking your thumbs against the skimpy string of your panties. Making a show of closing your legs flush together to roll it off.

It fills you with confidence to see just how hypnotized Jaemin is by your visage, his eyes trailing along every inch of your legs from the back of your thighs to your ankles, the lace becoming a secondary thought when you finally fling them off. Now that you’re completely bare for him, he follows.

You find that you were right in thinking that he wasn’t sporting any underwear, because when he pushes the fabric down by the waistband his cock springs out freely. An obnoxious slap against his abs, the tip already coated in precum. No matter how many times you’ve fucked, there will never be a time that Jaemin’s body doesn’t have your pussy clenching in need.

His chest that has filled out quite nicely heaves up and down with every bated breath he takes. He watches you with an ardent need to ravish, yet a sort of apprehension indicates restraint. It’s as if he’s holding himself back from fucking you against the couch, so you have to urge him forward yourself. Hooking the front of your foot around his waist, you bring him in close.

Though he stumbles on top of you clumsily, he’s quick to get the hint. A smirk overtakes his features, impressed at your sudden forwardness. It makes you giggle when he traps you with one hand planted at either side of your head, giving your forehead a peck. “What? Not shy anymore?”

“How could I be when I know my Nana likes me like this?” You pout, that feigned innocence and that little pet name quickly driving him up a wall. Under his gaze, you thrust yourself upward in hopes of your wet core meeting his cock, a signal that you want him to take you already.

Even if Jaemin loves every side of you, at this moment, he thinks he wants to see you break for him. Shaking his head at you, he pins you down by the hips. Your legs that were spread just for him are quickly shut once again, the cusp of his hand beginning at the back of your knees before sliding upwards towards your ankles.

You wonder what he’s playing at while also growing frustrated at the lack of being fucked. Trying to break from his hold, you’re easily put back into place when he slaps your exposed ass. He wasn’t gentle at all as a stinging sensation jolts up your spine and makes you squeal. When you open your mouth to chastise him, he gives you a pointed look that instantly shuts you up.

It feels like eons before he moves, but just when you think his teasing couldn’t get any worse, he sheaths his cock right between the crevice where your thighs connect. A high pitched and mocking laugh leaves him when you gasp out for air, unrelenting as he grinds against you so intently that you can feel his balls grazing against your rim.

“Don’t even have to fuck your pussy,” His voice is gruff with want, using the pads of his thumbs to push your thighs back even further. The sweat and pussy juice mix into a nasty lubricant that lets him glide with ease, rutting back and forward to coat his cock. Letting his hardened cock slip between your folds, his leaking tip peeks through the other side. “Could just cum right in between these pretty things.”

“Mmh, Nana,” You whimper when he increases the speed of his thrusts, the tip meeting your clit in a sensual meeting each time. That feeling of uneasiness creeps in on you again. You don’t know how you’d fare if you were to cum off of not being filled. The idea fills you with humiliation, especially since you know more than well that Jaemin would hold it over your head forever. “Nana, come on. Fuck me! Please.”

You try to paw at his shoulders, but he’s unreachable from how proudly he kneels over you on the couch. The way you quickly lose any control over the situation brings him closer to an orgasm, that familiar tightness forming in his lower abdomen. It clenches deeply, his v-line becoming even more pronounced when he sucks in a breath, loving just how powerless and needy you are. That lovely string of ‘please, please, please,’ that echoes like a song from your lips only makes him drunk on lust.

“Love it when you beg for me,” Jaemin groans. His eyes are devoid of anything but want, locked right onto the folds that hug so nicely around him. Truthfully, he could cum just like this. What with how you’re moaning like a common slut just for him and how the raunchy scent of sex permeates the room, each of his senses teeter on the edge of overstimulation. “Such a bratty, cock-hungry slut, aren’t you?”

“Only for you,” You cry, making a show of your loyalty by taking the thumb of his free hand into your mouth, letting your tongue swirl around the pad and tasting the saltiness it has to offer. “Want your cock so bad,” Your muffled words earn an amused chuckle from Jaemin.

When you look like you’re on the verge of tears, he thinks you’ve suffered enough. Popping his coated thumb from your lips, he pats your cheek teasingly. “You did so well for me, my pretty girl. Always so, so good.” He says with that saccharine coated lilt.

Your chest still burns with pride at his praises, no matter how condescending they are. You’ve conquered what you thought to be an insurmountable feat, his torturous teasing seeming like it would go on forever. But he reassures you otherwise, because for the last time he pulls your legs apart. This time he pushes them past their limits, the one that dangles off the couch is inches away from the floor, building up an aggravating burn.

Too focused on the pain, you’re unprepared when Jaemin immediately lodges himself into your hold with one fell swoop. “Nana–!” You screech when his crotch meets yours, feeling the fine hairs growing at his groin. From the start he takes on a brutal pace. You failed to realize that the teasing was a punishment on himself too, not being buried in your tight and wet walls driving him beyond mad. He’s thoughtful in every thrust, hitting that certain spot that has you gasping for air. “Nana– Nana, slow down!”

That fire that was building burns even brighter when his nails dig into your calves, crescents forming into the flesh as he continues to mercilessly pound you. He pays your pleas no regard, and despite the way his cock spreads your walls almost painfully, you can’t deny that his lack of care for your well being and the feeling of being ruthlessly railed serves you by tenfold.

When you and Jaemin lock eyes, he flashes you this dazed, almost maniacal smile. Not that it matters, you’re sure you’re giving him that same exact look right now.

Sweat is now forming along his forehead and down his neck, and it gives him this almost ethereal glow that causes a dribble of spit to trail down the side of your slack jaw. It’s more than apparent that the deep breaths that he’s taking aren’t a sign of fatigue, but rather he’s etching the pungent scent of the room into the deepest pits of his mind. The further he loses himself, the more pronounced his thrusting gets, reaching deeper and deeper every time.

You think you like being nothing more than a hole to him.

Your eyes start to roll into the back of your head when he growls, pinching and forcing any part of your body that instinctively tries to adhere to his ministrations. Going so far as to slap at your side when he grows irritated at your uncontrollable protests. “Do I have to fucking tie you up? Stay still.” He threatens, but he might be enjoying this just a little too much when he pinches at your clit, as if coaxing you into taking the bait. “You like it, huh? Like getting fucked so rough like this?”

“Love it soo much,” You slur, completely lost in a daze when he begins to circle figure eights along your bud. The same thumb that had been in your mouth moments earlier coated in an absurd amount of spit presses against you, and the sensitivity of your body has your aching each and every way. “Nanaa,” You reach out for him, wanting to hold him close.

You’re too cute to deny. With that little tremble of your lip, he’s all yours. Wrapping his forearms around your back with practiced ease, he pulls you up so now you sit right on top of him. All while remaining connected, he plants his feet down before thrusting back up into you.

At this angle, he reaches even deeper. Grabbing the hair at the back of your head, he gives you a look of adoration that borders on obsession. He brings you in for a passionate kiss, immediately darting his tongue into your mouth, only to bite at the tip of yours. Not a second later he’s stretching it out of your mouth, sucking the appendage into his mouth with utter desperation.

Filling two of your most intimate holes, you’re both invigorated by the other’s presence. Stimulated beyond comprehension, Jaemin makes a mental note to have a toy ready for next time– wanting to see just how deep you can fall into the pits of his depravity.

It comes before you even realize, too focused on where your tongues are fighting for access to another’s mouth. In the long time the two of you have spent together, there was no fighting the fact that there was something different about today. It was raw, both of your desires laid bare at their most vulnerable form.

To accept and be accepted was a wonderful feeling. And when you clench around his cock for the umpteenth time, he can’t help the moans that fall from his mouth into yours. Practically shaking when shots after shots of his thick white liquid spurt into you, crying out your name in praise and thanks that he’s found a lover that’s so compliant to his filthiest fantasies.

You don’t take too long to follow behind him, because despite the overstimulation, Jaemin wholeheartedly believes that reaching your high is more important than his own. The strain of his cock borders on painful when your tight pussy milks him of every drop, yet he tightens up and pounds into you at his quickest and most earnest pace.

There’s white when your eyelids flutter shut, and that knot in your belly implodes on itself when his tip knocks against that spongy wall for the last time that afternoon. Throwing your head back in completion, the both of you are crying out at the sensation. You have to fall forward into his arms lest you fall backwards, your nails dig deep into those pronounced biceps to bring you back to earth, now beyond exhausted with his cum leaking out of you.

You’re gasping out for air, still too fucked out with aftershocks traveling from your core and up your spine. Jaemin brings you in closer, soothing the hair at the back of your head down while cooing you into relaxation, almost worried when you spasm against him.

“Shh, baby. I got you,” He kisses against your ear, apologizing quietly when his softening cock still twitches inside of you. “It’s okay… it’s okay. You did so good for me. Love you so much.”

“Mmh, love you too.” You say with teary eyes, wrapping your arms around him and nuzzling your head into his shoulder. With every clench of your pussy you feel him wince, and if you weren’t careful you’re sure he could go for another round. It scares you– but it also delights.

You do have something else in mind, however. Something much more important.

“Jaem?” You call out, letting your index finger trail down his spine.

“Yes, my sweets?”

“Can we take a shower?”

Truthfully, Jaemin wanted to say no. He wanted to remain inside of you for as long as time would allow him, and he even more so wanted to live with this poignant scent the two of you have created together. That sticky, sweaty, and cum mixed smell invigorates him beyond belief.

But when he sees how tired you are, having worked out only to be fucked right after, he gives in with a defeated sigh.

“Yeah, let’s go.”

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“I’m sorry!”

“Sorry my fucking ass.”

You mock his high pitched whine, watching the two of you in the mirror with a bored stare. With one hand, you’re holding him by the shoulder. Pinning his chest down onto the sink while his ass is bent over and flush against your lower half. The other is wrapped around his once again swollen cock, a layer of your newly purchased lotion being used as a cool lubricant.

After a well-deserved shower, you and Jaemin had an important discussion regarding your unspoken kinks. The both of you came to the obvious conclusion that he had a thing for scents.

Though that wasn’t rocket science, you were quite surprised when he confessed that he fantasizes about you taking control. It was supposed to be a conversation with no malice, but it struck a chord in you. Which leads you to a small, albeit petty argument.

“I ride you all the time!”

“Yeah, but it usually just ends in me putting in the rest of the work. No offense, sweets, but–”

“But what.”

“You’re kind of a pillow princess.”

That being said, you decided to kill two birds with one stone by pushing him over and pumping your fist along his cock with that summer scent he loves oh so much. You know you’re doing right by him, because you feel each ridge and vein that tenses with every glide. A twitch of his head that spews out blanks every time you bite against his neck, bruising the dewy skin shades of pink and purple to stake your claim over him.

“Think you deserve to cum?” You lick up his neck, your thumb circling over his tip and teasing at the hole. The hand that had him pinned down now seeks purchase against his ass, giving him a prominent smack that has him crying out in surprise.

“Yes!” He begs, bucking into your hand when you slow your pace, watching the lotion mesh so nicely on his skin. You realize he had a point in all of this scent stuff, it smells so good. “Please let me cum. I’ll be good from now. I'm sorry─ I'm so sorry.”

“That’s a good little bitch.” You grin devilishly, licking at your lips when you tug at his shaft just the way he likes. A few more pumps and he’s whining like a slut, spasming beneath you when you drop your breasts against his back, covering his mouth to quiet him down. Reveling in his sweet moans even further when you feel his tongue knitting around your fingers. Soon enough ribbons of cum are escaping his cock, launching onto the sink’s cabinets and staining them white.

You love how pliant he is, and how he wheezes against your hand when you refuse to stop. In due time you’ve taken every drop he has to offer, and there's a gossamer thread of cum that connects your retreating hand and his cock. Taking an index finger and swabbing at his cum coated tip, you bring it to your lips, keeping locked eye contact with Jaemin’s fucked out expression and tasting the salty cum for good measure. Lapping at the dollop that remains at your palm, he almost feels jealous that you're paying more attention to yourself than him.

When he looks back at you like you're a divine blessing to this earth, the both of you come to the conclusion that no amount of time could ever make your sex grow dull. Unlocking new things every day, you can’t wait to see what heights your affairs can reach.

There's still more important matter to attend to, however.

Though he apologized, you still don’t think it’s enough. Coming in close behind him, you whisper a deceptively soft command into his ear. It causes his eyes to widen in surprise, never would he have thought you'd ask him to do something like that.

He looks over his shoulder and over at you with fear, but that cold stare only implants even more fear into him. Your word was now law, and he knows better than to disobey.

With a jagged breath, he drops down to his knees. He looks back at you one last time, as if what you asked was a figment of his imagination. It makes you tut in disappointment, so you take matters into your own hands by bringing a foot to the nape of his neck, exerting enough force to push him forward.

“I’m waiting.” You look down at him, pushing him even lower to where his neck cranes uncomfortably.

“Do you really want me to…?”

“I don’t think I stuttered, did I?” You tilt your head condescendingly, a grit to your words causing him to shiver, your cold attitude spurring a giddy feeling in his chest like a high school boy.

Succumbing to your wishes, he comes face to face with the white stained cabinet. His cum is still dribbling, slowly but surely. Tasked with cleaning up his mess, his tongue lolls out, planting his hands against the surface before licking back up. All it takes is one taste of himself and one look of approval from you, and he’s now urgently lapping up any remaining cum.

He realizes that he loves himself a lot too, because he tastes and smells so pretty too. The sight is enough to make you grin in satisfaction, crouching down to kiss the busy Jaemin against his cheek, letting your hands trail through the strands of his hair with adoration.

“Good boy.”

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