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my toxic trait after getting block by small rpc canons i try following first is immediately thinking im better than them
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I Wanna Be Yours
(I've had this idea since I've seen like, a million 80's movies in succession). You're close to valedictorian, a known smarty-pants. So imagine your surprise when you become friends with Eddie Munson...and then fall in love with him.
Pairing: Eddie x female reader, friends x lovers, dual pov
Warnings: smut, p in v sex, oral (f receiving), swearing
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Word Count: 4.16k
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"Oh, fuck where is it?" You loudly murmured, shuffling the books in your locker. They clanged around, sending soft bonk! noises and reverberations through your locker, which only made you more annoyed. You huffed, dropping your arms by your side. You only had a few minutes before you had to be in class, and you couldn't find your fucking book.
You groaned and started the process again, knowing you'd probably be fruitless - you've only checked like, 100 times, so at this point you'd just have to accept the fact that you'd somehow forgotten it at home. It also didn't help that your locker was stacked to the brim with books, folders, papers, and miscellaneous things you've collected in just a month since school started
"Um...you okay?" A voice asked behind you, startling you out of your frustrated trance. You turned to see Eddie Munson standing there, tucking a lock of his hair behind his ear and tilting his head. Slightly embarrassed, you shrugged and huffed (again).
"Yeah I just...can't find my chemistry book. And I have class in-" You checked your watch, "Seven minutes." (And it also just so happened that chemistry was your worst class so you like, really needed this damn book).
"Want me to check?" He offered, gesturing to the locker. You paused a moment, and furrowed your brow. Then, you stepped aside, giving him access to your locker. He stepped forward, leaning into the locker and started gently exploring.
"Yeah, you can try but I don't think you'll find it. I've checked, like, a hundred times and I think I just left it at home and-"
"Here it is! Chemistry you said, right? You're looking for..." Eddie took a moment to examine the cover of the book. With a boisterous (and very silly) voice, he spoke, "Chemistry 301: Principles of Organic Chemistry?"
You gasped and smiled at him, snatching the book from him and staring at it. How did he find it? "Oh my god, are you kidding? I've been looking for this thing for like, 10 minutes. Where was it?!"
Eddie chuckled, shrugging nonchalantly, "Right in the front."
You looked at him, "I could hug you right now, oh my god! Chemistry is my worst subject and I can't even focus in that class if I don't have the book with me and...ugh. You're a life saver. Thank you." You beamed, hopping on your toes a little.
You and Eddie never really spoke, but of course knew each other - everyone in Hawkins did. Having a few classes with him over the years, any conversation you ever had with him was in passing. But after him your book for you, and seeing his smile..."The Freak" didn't actually seem all that freaky at all.
"Yeah, well, no worries. I'm just a good ole knight in shining armor, I guess." He bashfully made a face, causing you to giggle. "Actually...I just wanted to come over and thank you for something."
Confused, you cocked my head to the side, "Thank me?"
Eddie nodded, stepping aside so you could close your locker, "Yeah. I heard from Wheeler the other day that he dropped all his books and shit in the hallway and you helped him grab everything," His smile was soft...if you weren't looking so hard at his face (why were you staring?), you'd have missed it, "That was nice. So...thanks."
You nodded, mirroring the small smile. "Wheeler as in...Mike Wheeler? The freshman?" You thought back to a few days ago, "Yeah...he said he tripped, but Craig from the football team was lurking around so I have a feeling Mike didn't trip all by himself," I rolled my eyes, "People can be dicks sometimes so...anyway. I know what it's like to be a freshman." You slowly started to walk to class, Eddie following in line next to you.
There was a brief moment of awkward silence before Eddie cleared his throat and spoke again, "So...chemistry's not your best subject, huh?"
You rolled your eyes, "Definitely not. I hate it...it's so hard. My favorite class is English."
"English? Hey, mine too. What's your favorite book?"
You pause, furrowing your brows again, "...don't laugh."
He throws his hands up in an "I'm innocent" movement, "Cross my heart."
You take a moment before you speak, "I like 'The Hobbit'. I've read it, like, a million times. I re-read it like, once a year-"
"'The Hobbit'? I like that one too!" Eddie smiled widely, "...do you listen to Led Zeppelin by any chance?"
You laugh, "Are you about to tell me that 'Ramble On' was inspired by 'The Hobbit?" You watch his eyes widen slightly.
"You know that already?"
You nod, "My dad loves them. Has all their records. He can't help but spit out random fun facts about that stuff. I like them, too," You find yourself in front of your chemistry class, "Well...this is me. Thanks for finding my book again, Eddie."
He leans his shoulder against the wall and smiles. You notice his eyes flicker quickly to your lips and back to your eyes again before he speaks, "No problem. Thanks for helping Wheeler. I'll...see you around, I guess?"
You nod, looking back at him while you head into class, "Definitely."
And that was the start of you and Eddie.
Eddie didn't know what had come over him that day, helping you out at your locker. Wheeler had mentioned once that you seemed cool (Henderson enthusiastically agreed), and ever since then, he was convinced he had to thank you. Not just because you had helped his friend (which was cool), but also...had you always been that pretty?
Sure, you two didn't seem to have anything in common - you were known for being one of the smartest kids in school, with like 1,000 extracurriculars, bound for some Ivy League on the East Coast, and Eddie was...well, Eddie. Now in his third try at being a senior, school wasn't necessarily his strongest subject. But, you hadn't ever played in him being a freak, and always seemed kind so...he figured it would be safe to thank you for being so nice to his friend.
Because that's all he wanted to do...was thank you. That was all. Definitely not flirt with you or anything.
After that moment at your locker, Eddie seemed to run into you everywhere - lunch period, the hallway, even the mall that one time he actually went because he needed to pick up some D&D books from the bookstore. And slowly but surely, "running into each other" turned into:
"What do you mean she's just watching?" Dustin asked one day, setting up the drama room for Hellfire Club, "You never let people just watch. They always have to play. Is she going to play?"
"No, Dustin, for the hundredth time explaining, she is not playing. She is watching. Do you have a problem with her? Mortal enemies or something?"
Dustin eyed Eddie and shrugged, eventually going back to setting the table up, "No I just...you never let people watch..." He starts to grumble, "I guess in order to watch you need to have boobs, or something..."
That night at the game, Eddie wasn't his best DM self. He was distracted - probably had to do with the hours of homework he "needed to do", and definitely wasn't because you were there, sitting next to him, intently watching the game and reacting. It definitely didn't have anything to do with your cute gasps, or little squeals, or laughter whenever something happened.
Definitely not, at all.
At one point in the game, you tapped him on the shoulder. He leaned into you, not taking his eyes off of the rest of Hellfire Club, who were currently engrossed in trying to figure out their next strategy.
"Yes, m'lady?" Eddie asks in a British accent.
"Wouldn't Henderson's character be able to go through that door? Like...isn't he really charismatic? So like...can't he convince the guard to let them pass? I know he's not like, the main dude in the game or whatever but..." Your voice trails off as you realize that maybe you were too off base. You didn't really know the game at all, but that seemed right...right?
Eddie nodded slowly and his eyes darted over to you quickly...you were right. Holy shit...you were right, and Eddie totally didn't see this lapse in judgement. He smiled at you and took note of how his heart seemed to flip into his stomach, sending a quick shiver down his spine.
Shit. He was in trouble.
"Eddie, can you turn it down a little bit? I'm trying to concentrate." You groaned slightly, shifting your head in your hand as your eyes scan the textbook in front of you. Not that it's really doing anything since you can't seem to retain any information at the moment.
Eddie, who was currently practicing his air guitar solo to Metallica's "Ride the Lightning", gave three quick headbangs before turning down the music, but immediately went back to air guitar.
"Aren't I supposed to be helping you with your science homework?" You asked, a little annoyance rising, "If you're gonna be distracted, I'm gonna go home. I have like, a million college brochures to go through and-"
"No! No!" He immediately stops and stands at attention like a soldier, salute and everything, "Okay. I'll stop." He jumps on the bed next to you, sending a pencil fly in the air. He caught it and stuck it behind his ear, "Okay. Science!" He clapped his hand and rubs them together like a mad scientist.
You chuckle and roll your eyes playfully, gently shoving his shoulder beside you. "Okay, so, when dealing with organism structure, you have to remember that everything is made up of cells, right? So when thinking of specialized parts of the body-" You look up to see him staring at you, definitely not paying attention to what you're saying. "Eddie..."
He snaps to attention and smiles bashfully, "Sorry. I'm...distracted?" His eyes dart to your lips again and your heart does that annoying "pounding in your chest" thing it does basically every time Eddie looks at you.
"Do you want to be a senior for a fourth time?"
He playfully shakes his head, "Nope. Definitely not."
"What's got you so distracted, anyway? Thinking about your date with Mindi tomorrow?" You probed him a bit, trying to get more information out of him. When you had become friends with Eddie, he definitely had his fair share of..."girlfriends". Which at first, you didn't mind.
Not that you minded now, but...five months after initially becoming friends with him, you would just prefer if you were his girlfriend.
Eddie's face flushed and he looked away, throwing the pencil behind his ear on to his dresser across the room, "Oh, Mindi? No, I...cancelled that. Like, a week ago." He suddenly got off of the bed and started to pace around his bedroom a little. I watched him for a moment before speaking.
"Why? Weren't you like, so excited to take her to the movies? You said she was soooOoo hot and blah blah blah-"
"I'm just not interested in her anymore." He interrupted you, stopping his pacing. He turned to face you and didn't break eye contact, his eyes seemingly staring into your brain.
Did he know? Did he know how you had fallen for him?
It started slowly, in a way you didn't even recognize - he made you laugh more than other people, you wanted to spend as much time with him as possible, and he was so kind...not only to you, but to his friends, and even your parents when he'd come to pick you up on a Friday night with the group. He'd always come to the door, always make small talk with your mom. Not only that, but he was a gentleman, which surprised you - opened doors, pulling out your chair...
Not to mention, when it was late at night and you couldn't sleep, you couldn't help your thoughts turn to his hands in your hair, his dick inside of you, whispering your name over and over again.
The sudden realization that you were falling in love with him slapped you hard in the face - one day after school, you two were walking to his van for a ride home and someone's car blew past you in the parking lot, seemingly out of nowhere. You were about to step out but Eddie pulled you back, your body immediately pressing against his, your face mere inches from each other.
The air was electric, and you couldn't look away from his eyes. Finally, he spoke, "...you okay?" His voice was husky, low. It sent goosebumps down your arms, which were currently being held by Eddie's. You could only nod, words escaping you. Finally, Eddie broke the spell by screaming at the car, "JESUS CHRIST YOU PIECE OF SHIT WATCH WHAT YOU'RE DOING BEFORE YOU FUCKING KILL SOMEONE!"
Back in his room, you eyed him. "Why aren't you interested in her anymore?" You asked quietly, sensing the air shift. It felt more tense, more heavy.
What the fuck was going on?
Eddie, seemed to zone out for a second, taking a piece of his hair and chewing on it lightly. His eyes were focused on the floor, "Maybe...I think because...I'm interested in someone else?" It came out as a question, not a statement.
You swallowed hard. He was acting strange. Your heart started to beat strong enough that you heard it in your head. "...who are you interested in, then?" You asked. You took the textbook you were reading and closed it, putting it on his bedside table. Was he saying what you thought he was saying? Please be me, please be me, please be me! Your brain was shouting so loud you were surprised he couldn't hear it.
Eddie looked up at you quickly and then back down again, his face unreadable. Which was concerning, because Eddie's face was always an animated as a Muppet.
Was it hot in here?
Taking a step forward, he was standing at the foot of the bed now. It seemed like he was thinking...hard. "I..."
Before he could even start, he finished. The single word hung in the air, causing your heart to race even faster and your head to swim. You WHAT, Eddie? You felt like you were about to lose your mind. Was he going to say it or not? Were you going to find out, or not?
"I'MINLOVEWITHYOU." You said loudly, the words spilling out of your mouth before you could even stop them. You gasped and clapped your hand over your mouth, hoping that somehow that action would suck the words back in, as if it never happened. Eddie's head snapped up and he stared at you. The air had been sucked out of the room in one fell swoop, and you could feel embarrassed tears prickle at your eyes. "Oh, god, Eddie...I-I-"
Oh no...what had you done? You had just ruined something between you and one of your closest friends. No more movie nights, no more homework sessions, no more late night phone conversations-
In a single motion, Eddie was on top of you, his lips crashing into yours. You didn't have time to even think, but your hands immediately found their way into his hair, cradling his scalp as he pressed his body into yours. You gasped at his initial contact but quickly found yourself melting into the kiss. Eddie moaned into your mouth, his tongue gently asking permission to open. Once granted, he hungrily kissed you, pressing your back into the bed.
"Eddie..." You breathed as you pulled back a bit, looking at him. He smirked and started to pepper your chin with gentle kisses, a far cry from the kiss that had started the whole thing.
"Mmmmyes?" His eyes were twinkling as he looked at you. Suddenly he pulled back, his mouth agape, "Do you want me to stop?"
"No! No-" You almost shouted, "No, I-"
"I love you too." He said quickly, a flush coming to his face, "I...love you too. I have. For a while."
You smile, heart feeling like it's about to explode. You pulled him back into a kiss, using your tongue to explore his immediately. He moaned, pressing his groin into yours. You felt an instant rush of wetness to your panties as your hands found their way to the nape of his neck. Eddie pulled away from the kiss, his hand gently finding it's way to the top of your pants. He looked at you and you nodded, and he quickly undid the button, pulling them down, exposing your pink cotton underwear, which you felt was already starting to soak through.
Eddie hissed as he slid down your body, pressing his mouth to the wet spot on your underwear. You gasped lightly, watching him. He was quite beautiful - his hair starting to dampen with sweat at the hairline, his eyes shimmery, hungry for you. He pressed his tongue down flat on your wet spot once - teasingly - and leaned up again, removing his shirt.
Your head was still swimming as he fully pulled your pants off at your ankles, gently spreading your legs, and pushing your underwear aside. He laid on his stomach, getting comfortable, and wrapped your legs on his shoulders. He quickly glanced up at you, his eyes dark.
"Your pussy is so fucking beautiful." He said, his voice a low growl. His voice caused you to whimper slightly, and before you could even think, his tongue was moving in action, teasing your clit in small, wet motions.
"Oh, fuck, Eddie-" You couldn't think as the pleasure started to rise.
"You're already so wet for me, princess," He said, going back to your clit again. He paused to pull your underwear off but was quickly back in your pussy, moaning as if he was eating a delectable meal. He switched between quick, teasing moments, and flattening his tongue against the entirety of your pussy. You weren't sure if it was because he was just that good, or if it was because you had quite literally been dreaming of this moment for a while, but after a few minutes, you felt the coil in your lower belly start to tighten.
"Fuck Eddie...you feel so fucking good. I-I-I'm close, I think-"
"Come for me." He spoke into your pussy, suddenly slipping a finger in. Slowly at first, he started to finger you, curving his finger in an upwards motion while inside. You shrieked, immediately grabbing his hair with both hands. He responded by growling into your mound, concentrated on sending you over the edge.
Suddenly, the coil snapped and you moaned his name, no longer in control of what came out of your mouth. Your head was swimming with hot pleasure, beads of sweat gathering on your temple as your hips bucked into his mouth. Eddie slipped his finger out and gave your clit a final, gentle kiss before he slid out from under your legs and sat on his knees. He stared at you and started to shake his head, smiling.
"So fucking sexy..." He murmured, unbuckling his pants. Quickly, you reached up to help him and he looked at you.
"Just trying to get your pants off faster," You said, a blush rising to you.
"And why's that?"
"I need you. To fuck me. Right now." You said, dragging his pants down. He chuckled and stood up, shaking his pants down to his ankles. The length of his cock sprung up in his boxers, creating a tent that your eyes immediately fell on. He paused a moment and took his boxers off, his cock already glistening with precum. He slowly made his way back to you, laying on top of you. His cock laid in between the lips of your pussy, causing you to moan slightly. He sucked on your neck, a hand finding it's way to your hair and tugging slightly.
"You're awfully greedy." He purred into your ear teasingly. You heard him open his bedside table drawer, grabbing a condom and snapping the draw shut. Kneeling up again while discarding the condom wrapper, he rolled the condom on his dick achingly slow, never taking his eyes off of you. You felt a new rush of wetness slide through your pussy, and you opened your legs up more.
Eddie stroked his cock a few times before lining himself up with your entrance, which was already aching with pleasure. He leaned forward, his forehead touching yours. Your breath hitched in your stomach as he looked into your eyes and you nodded, giving him the go ahead. His dick slid in without resistance, causing you to moan loudly and his eyes to roll back.
"Shit, baby, you're so fucking wet," He hissed, starting to thrust slowly into you, "So fucking tight. Fuck s'good."
Eddie's cock filled you, every thrust sending a new wave of pleasure through you. You couldn't help your moaning - thank god Eddie's uncle wasn't home - and you felt like you were almost having an out of body experience. As Eddie started to speed his thrusts up, your hands find their way to the back of his hips, and your nails started to dig in deeper and deeper.
"Yes. Right there. Right there, Eddie. Fuck, you fuck me so good!" You stammered as he hit your walls. He grunted, panting, his hair tickling your face.
"Right there, baby? You like it right there?" He spoke, his voice a guttural growl, "You gonna come for me again, sweetheart? Be a good girl for me and show me."
His words shot through your pussy in combination with his thrusts, the sound of his dick slipping in and out of your wet pussy driving you over the edge. Sloppy kisses were exchanged as one of Eddie's hand found it's way underneath your shirt and bra, fingering a nipple.
"Fuck...I should've taken this shit off before we started." Eddie mumbled, still thrusting. You replied by whipping the shirt above your head, unhooking your bra and throwing it to the ground. Eddie's eyebrows raised and he smirked, leaning down to immediately take your nipple in his mouth. Your back arched and you gasped, one hand pushing Eddie's head down on your tits, and the other pushing his ass down to fuck you harder.
"Harder and you're gonna make me come again." You whimpered. Eddie responded by taking your nipple in his teeth, sucking harder and harder.
You started to see stars. You had never felt this type of pleasure before, and you never wanted it to stop. The combination of Eddie's cock, his mouth, and his words were about to send you careening over the edge.
"Oh, god-"
"Oh fuck, baby. I'm gonna come." Eddie said, his face finding your neck again. The hand on his head found its way to his chin, cradling it. His hair swung back and forth, and his eyelids were half shut, a deep crimson rising in his face.
"Come for me. Come with me-" Was all you were able to get out before one final thrust from Eddie sent you over the edge, causing you to scream his name, your hands finding his sheets and gripping for dear life. Hearing your screams caused Eddie to moan loudly, his whole body tensing as he spilled into the condom. He said your name, not quite as loud as your screams, but with matching intensity.
The only noises that could be heard were panting from the both of you. After a moment, Eddie slid out from inside of you, falling to the side of you and immediately taking you into his arms, kissing the top of your shoulder.
"So..." He finally said, a small chuckle playing on his words. You giggled and turned to face him, looking into his eyes.
"So."
"Now that we've established we're absolutely head over heels for each other", Eddie started, placing a kiss on your forehead, "And we're both incredibly sexually compatible..." Another kiss, "Is it like, totally corny to ask you to be my girlfriend or...no?"
You giggled again, running a hand through his hair, "I don't think so. I'd say yes, i think."
"You think?!"
"I'm kidding!" You laughed, sitting up on your elbow. You started to trace circles on his chest, the air falling back into place again. "So what now?"
"What now?!" Eddie asked. Boasting his best DM voice, he sat up and waved his arms in the air, "There's a whole big beautiful world we get to discover now together!"
You smirked, running a hand down his bare thigh, "But what if...I just want to stay in bed?"
A blush rose on Eddie's face and he smiled, looking at your lips, "Oh, well in that case, there's a lot to discover in here, too."
He reached over to his bedside table and opened the drawer again.
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Whew, a doozy! What did you guys think?! My first time writing smut but it was just a little idea I had on my mind for a bit so I had to get it out. I love me some cute Eddie ideas.
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supermodel | oneshot
part two
pairing: choi beomgyu x you
summary: after beomgyu ghosts you after three (what you thought were) really successful dates, your close friend asks you if she can date him instead. you, being the pushover you are, say yes. but beomgyu's not done bothering you.
genre: romance, angst, smut (MDNI!!!)
warnings: MDNI!!! cheating (but it's lowkey justified if you ask me), unprotected sex (no!), oral (f. receiving), creampie, dacryphilia, praise, degradation, manipulative!beomgyu if you squint (lmk if you catch it lmao), if i missed anything lmk
word count: 6k (ouuu... definitely not 13k i'm sorry anon my love)
notes: ...hi. so, as most of my followers know, i primarily write angst. this is my first time ever posting smut on here and i genuinely don't know if it's any good. if it's bad,,,, i'm sorry in advance!! see ending for more notes :)
you do not like beomgyu. you don't like the way he keeps his hair so long, or the way he tucks it behind his ears when he's focused. you don't like that he has the same music taste as you and how much of a snob he is about it. you don't like the way he laughs obnoxiously loud and you especially don't like the way his cheeks dimple like little whiskers when he does it. no, you don't like beomgyu one bit.
it hasn't always been like this. there was a time, albeit brief and fleeting, that you really liked the aforementioned grievances you've grown to hate so much. in fact, you liked them so much, you even liked the boy himself. that ship has sailed, though. and it sails further and further as you watch him cuddle up even closer to one of your closest friends, hana. you aren't a bitter person, really. you're usually pretty laidback, all things considered, so when hana asked you if she could date the boy who ghosted you after three (what you thought were) really successful dates, you said yes.
do you regret agreeing? well, how can you regret it when hana looks so happy? in fact, she looks happier than ever as beomgyu discreetly places his hand on her inner thigh. oh man. you think you're gonna be sick.
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meeting beomgyu was like a meet cute in a romcom. you were alone in a cafe (cliché, but true) when he pulled up a seat and sat next to you. he was cute, he was charming, and, most surprisingly, he was actually really funny. he made you giggle more than once and you almost couldn't believe someone so seemingly perfect wanted anything to do with you, but he did. he was extremely eager, if anything, because as soon as you gave him your number, he texted you asking if you wanted to go out sometime. you, with your innocent heart, could only agree.
your first date was at that same cafe. he had memorized your order, even though he had only met you once, and you felt so flattered your heart skipped a beat. you're a little on the shyer side, but he was able to pull you out of your shell with ease. you'd later find out he has the ability to do that with everyone, but back then, you were amazed by how naturally he pulled it off.
after your first date, you'd texted all your friends about it. they asked for pictures and details, but you said it was too early and you didn't want to jinx it. you're the type to try not to get too caught up in the moment in favor of being more realistic, so it had been a pleasant surprise for most of your friends to hear how excited you were. this could really be something special, you thought.
and special, it was. your second date had been at a nice restaurant you'd never heard of. beomgyu was pulling out all the stops for you and spared nothing when it came to giving you the royal treatment. he was courteous and kind, but still mischievously flirty. you were enamored with everything about him. you were used to being treated kindly on dates, of course, but you had never seen anything quite like beomgyu. it seemed like he couldn't get enough of you, which was a novel feeling, though totally welcomed.
you finally felt confident enough to tell your friends all about him. when asked, you had no problem divulging all the finer details of your dates. you had nothing but praises for him, and even sent one of his instagram pictures to show off his good looks. most of them were taken aback at how handsome he was. hana, however, was not at all surprised. it shocked you to find out that she knew beomgyu, and knew him well. she had floated in the same circle of friends with him in college and you were pleased to find out that he had always been a really nice guy, if a little flighty at times, but he had never been that way with you. plus, it seemed to you that he had matured quite a bit. for once in your life, you got your hopes up. but, like most things, you would come to regret it.
your third and final date had been simple enough. he had asked you to come hang out at his place, but said his friends would likely be coming and going. it was nice. it was intimate. his apartment was small and a little messy, but filled with personality. you smiled when you saw polaroids he had taken of (and with) his friends adorning his bedroom walls. he seemed really sentimental, actually, but you liked that about him. you liked everything about him, really.
so when he leaned in for a kiss while watching some dumb old slasher flick, you closed your eyes and prepared to meet his warm lips. this was real. you would have a boyfriend, a near perfect one. and he liked you. he really, really liked you. what more could you ask for? but you never expected that a phone call would pull you out of your daze. you checked the caller id and immediately became worried. hana very rarely called you, but she said she was having an emergency and you, being the good friend you are, had to bail on beomgyu. the emergency in question was her having a meltdown over some guy she had never even mentioned, but had apparently really liked. you had no choice but to go to her place, bringing a tub of ice cream and all of her favorite snacks in tow. beomgyu said he understood, because of course he did, and said he would text you with other plans.
when he, in fact, did not text you first with plans, you had opted to text him yourself. you figured he had just forgotten or something, so you simply greeted him and apologized again for having to leave. it seems so fucking stupid to you now — the way you waited so anxiously by the phone for a reply that would never come. you remember staying up all night and jolting every time your phone buzzed. you were anxiously awaiting a text, a call, fucking anything, really. but it was pointless. after a few days of radio silence on beomgyu's end, you had pretty much resigned yourself to the fact that he would never respond. what did you do to scare him away? you thought you had done everything right, but you must’ve come on too strong or something. you felt utterly humiliated.
you were in your head again. it wouldn't surprise you if you had imagined the whole fucking thing, actually. but a few weeks later, hana had texted you asking if you were okay with her dating the boy you'd been waiting for. she seemed so hopeful and so happy, how could you say no? just because it didn't work out between you two didn't mean that it couldn't work out between them. maybe, deep down, the ugliest parts of you kind of hoped it wouldn't, but when she texted you with all the filthy details of the first time they hooked up, you knew you were thinking too highly of yourself.
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beomgyu doesn't like you, and even if his refusal to text you back wasn't enough of an indication that that's the case, his attitude towards you while dating hana tells you everything you need to know. the way he manages to antagonize you over what would normally be completely menial things should be studied. when you trip over your words, he makes a point to call it out and laugh, which results in you, of course, tripping over your words even more. when you look like shit, he makes sarcastic comments along the lines of "oh i see you've decided to really doll yourself up this evening". what's worse is you're so non-confrontational, you just let him chirp.
what you don't know is that the more unbothered you look, the more eager he is to elicit a reaction out of you. it drives him crazy how nothing seems to drive you crazy, so he pushes and pushes, but it's like a fist landing on cotton. he's on the brink of madness trying to get you to say something, anything. but you never do. you just smile or shake your head and it's all he can do not to snap.
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you’re at your favorite bar when you meet him. you’re not alone, or at least you shouldn’t be, but hana has gone outside to make a call. usually, you’d be the first one to accompany her, but you’re honestly not in the mood to hear her flirt with beomgyu (or beomie bear, as she calls him) over the phone. you never are, really, but especially not now as you down another shot of whatever the bartender has deemed as “the strongest shit they’ve got.” you don’t think you look particularly attractive at the moment, but when jay sees you, he’s flocking towards you.
“hey,” he says with a smile as he slides onto the stool next to yours.
“hey,” you reply shyly. are you imagining things or did he seriously just blush at your answer?
“i-i’m jay.” you can’t help but giggle at how nervous he seems. cute.
you take the time to introduce yourself and jay seems relieved that you’re actually receptive to his awkwardness. you like the way it feels to be in control for once. you like the way it feels to be wanted so much. so when he asks you if you want to go out in the near future, you say yes.
in the midst of your conversation, hana comes sauntering back in with a dopey grin on her face. she has, no doubt, just gotten off the phone with beomgyu if her satisfied expression is any indication. her satisfaction turns into surprise when she registers who’s sitting next to you.
“jay?!” she exclaims, taken aback by the familiar boy next to you.
“hana? oh my god, how are you?” he asks, standing up and pulling her into a hug. “we went to college together,” he explains when they part. your previous happiness crumbles in an instant. the nasty part of you wonders if she knows fucking everybody you’re interested in, but you shut it down mercilessly. it's not hana’s fault she's so likable. it's your fault for not being more so, actually.
“i’m good,” she says with a light giggle. they catch up for a moment before she drops an atomic bomb. “you know, i’m actually with beomgyu now.”
“damn, really? i thought that would never actually happen,” he replies, genuine shock falling across his sculpted features. your interest can’t help but be piqued at this.
“what makes you say that?” she asks rather defensively. jay can tell he messed up from her tone and he backtracks immediately.
“o-oh nothing. i just never pegged you two as compatible, but congratulations! i know you’ve liked him for a long time.” ?... ??...???? what the hell?
“what is he talking about?” you can’t help but ask confusedly. hana looks thoroughly reddened as she fumbles for an explanation.
“i-i liked beomie back in college. n-nothing major!” she stammers. you can do nothing but stare. she liked beomgyu and she never told you? well, you were half in love with the boy after three dates and you’re still half in love with him, actually, so it’s not particularly surprising that she fell for him, but the fact that she never mentioned it feels iffy at best. jay can sense the tension, and he cleverly excuses himself with:
“shit, my friends are here. i’ll text you soon?” he says, looking to you for confirmation. you manage to muster up a smile and a nod, but you’re still disturbed by this revelation.
“... are you mad?” hana asks tentatively.
“n-no. of course not!” you say with conviction, but deep down, you know you’re uncomfortable. she probably knows it, too, but she doesn’t pry much further.
“i’m glad you’re not mad,” she sighs. “anyway, it’s not like you’re dating him now.” she pokes at the sore spot on your heart with ease. maybe if she were more sober, she’d see the hurt on your face, but as it is, she doesn’t register a thing.
so hana liked beomgyu back in college? why hadn’t she told you? well, you guess it doesn’t make a difference now. she’s with him. you’re not. what else is there to say, really? but in the back of your mind, gears start turning. you just don’t know it yet.
-
hana has been a lot nicer to you than usual after that night at the bar. she’s always nice, but she seems hellbent on making sure your prospective date with jay goes well. you suppose it’s her way of making it up to you for withholding her secret crush on beomgyu from you. to be honest, there’s no real reason for her to do so, but you accept her kindness graciously. now, the night before your big date, she’s practically hounding you with questions.
“what are you gonna wear?” she asks over the phone.
“mmm, i dunno yet,” you hum into the speaker. you really don’t know. jay invited you to a house party, which is not the most romantic place in the world, but hana convinced you that he’s just awkward and a group setting (with drinks, no less) would loosen him up. you realize that you want to impress him. you want him to think you’re the most beautiful girl in the room, but nothing you have in your closet quite fits the bill.
“ooh, i know! you can just borrow one of my dresses. what about the black one? the one you complimented last time we went out! i won’t be home tomorrow night, but i’ll leave the key under the mat, okay? so just come grab it when you’re free!” she sounds proud of herself for coming up with that. you don’t have the heart to tell her it’s a little too scandalous for you, so you grit your teeth and accept her peace offering.
“mmm, yeah. that sounds good. thank you, hana,” you reply.
“pay attention to meeee,” you hear a deep voice cut in from over the phone. beomgyu. you try not to think about the way your heart aches when you hear him (very loudly) plant a kiss on… some part of her body. you’re not exactly sure where it is, but you falter when you hear her reaction.
“beomie, ah, not there,” hana moans and you feel a pang in your chest. “hey, i’ve gotta go, okay?” you don’t have to imagine what they’re about to do and it hurts.
“okay,” you say with a bitter smile, but the call drops before you can even reply.
-
it’s finally the night of the date and you’re anxious, to put it mildly. you don’t know how long you spent trying to get your hair and makeup right, but an ungodly amount of time has passed. you’re almost tempted to skip getting the dress from hana’s apartment, but you really don’t have anything else that suits the occasion, so you begrudgingly hail a cab over to her place.
you enter her apartment and head toward her bedroom, where the pretty black dress is waiting for you. with a sigh, you strip out of your sweats and shimmy into the dress. you look in hana's bedroom mirror and you have to admit that you look pretty good. you feel a lot more confident going out with a guy as handsome as jay now. as you’re fixing up your hair one last time, you’re stunned to hear the apartment door opening. she’s home? weird, but welcome. you need a second pair of eyes on you.
“hey! how do i look?” you say with a smile as you exit her bedroom, but you’re not greeted with hana’s smiling face. instead, you’re met with beomgyu’s frown.
“w-what are you doing here?” you ask, genuinely surprised.
“this is my girlfriend’s apartment. what are you doing here?” you thought he had heard over the phone that you’d be here to pick up the dress tonight. but then, you supposed that he may have been a little preoccupied sucking the skin off of hana to really pay attention to much else. you’re so busy over analyzing this, you don’t even notice how intently beomgyu is staring at you now. even if you did, you’d probably misread it as ridicule rather than what it truly is.
“nothing, i-i’m on my way out,” you reply simply. with that, you start trying to walk past him. before you can, though, he’s asking you questions.
"you're seriously going out with him? in that, too?” he asks, disgust apparent. at least, that’s what it sounds like to you. your eyes survey your own attire and you feel extremely small in this moment, all things considered. normally, you'd shut down and second guess yourself. maybe you do look a little ridiculous in this tiny dress and maybe going out with jay is a bad in idea. maybe he's just fucking with your head and maybe he'll toss you away just like beomgyu did. maybe, maybe, maybe. but then? maybe not. and even if he does, you don't want to hear any of that shit from beomgyu of all people.
"oh, fuck you, beomgyu."
he looks perfectly scandalized by your comment. you’ve never talked back to him before, and certainly not like this. his eyebrows raise and his jaw drops before he can finally choke out the words "e-excuse me?"
"i said fuck you. i really don't give a shit about what you have to say anymore."
you're again trying to barrel past him but he steps in front of the door, scowl etched into his pretty features.
"what? are you mad at me now?" you say mockingly. "well, you don't get to be mad at me. move."
it is genuinely amazing to see beomgyu as he is now. he looks like a child who's floundering for a comeback.
"w-why are you mad? i'm just looking out for you!" oh, you can't help but laugh in his face at that one. he winces when you do.
"my god, that's rich coming from you. what's the worst that could happen? we go on a couple of dates and then he ghosts me? can't say it hasn't happened before."
"th-that's different!" he sputters, face flushing beet red.
"different how?!" you counter. he’s such a fucking hypocrite. you're not the type to get so riled up, but his words have you seeing red. his next words, even more so.
"you... you don't even like me!"
"and why exactly would i like the man who ghosted me, again? you can kick rocks for all i care!" you try to steady your breathing. blowing up like this right before your first date with jay can't be good for your head. luckily, it seems like beomgyu is still fishing for words when you regain your composure. "whatever. i'm done. goodbye, beomgyu." you reach around him for the door handle, but he slams it shut.
"what the fuck?!" you exclaim exasperatedly.
"you don't understand," beomgyu says, voice trembling and eyes scarlet. "hana said you didn't like me."
"hana? what does hana have to do with — oh." oh.
"she said you didn't like me and thought i was obnoxious. she told me she called and interrupted our date because you wanted her to.”
“why didn’t you just ask, beomgyu? i liked you!” you exclaim. he ruined everything all because of a few words from someone else?
“why would i ask when hana told me that you didn’t want anything to do with me?”
"so you believed hana instead of just opening your fucking mouth? what, does she wipe your ass and spoon feed you, too?
“watch your mouth,” beomgyu says lowly.
“or what?” you taunt with a smirk. “you’ll be mad? is beomie bear gonna lose his temper?” you’re on your tiptoes now, face mere inches away from his. where you got the confidence to provoke the man who towers over you even on the worst of days, you have no idea, but the idea of seeing beomgyu squirm is lighting a fire in you you didn’t know existed. is he gonna hit you? scream in your face? you’re excited to see how he reacts. when his gaze flickers from your smiling eyes to your lips, you don’t even get half a second to question his odd look when his lips come crashing down onto yours.
his big hands grip the back of your head, holding you in place as he punishes your lips with a force you’ve only ever dreamt about. his lips are chapped and you can taste a hint of his favorite lip balm, which he had smeared on just before his arrival. you’re too shocked to move, you’re too shocked to do anything besides gasp when he bites your bottom lip. he takes your open mouth as permission to shove his warm tongue into it. you want to say the kiss is full of fire, and it is, but there’s an overwhelming sense of gentleness, too. it’s hard to put into words, so instead of trying to, you let yourself melt into the feeling. he takes your acquiescence as a sign to go even further. at this point, he’s practically dragging you over to the couch. you’re surprised at how you don’t even attempt to resist when he pushes you down. you’re seated now and he licks his lips hungrily as he lifts your pathetic excuse for a dress off of your body and tosses it somewhere behind the couch. his eyes alight with something akin to raw anger when he takes note of the fact that you are, in fact, not wearing a bra.
“you were seriously gonna go out like that? what a whore,” he says menacingly. you’re now clad in nothing but your favorite pair of underwear. you would usually feel insecure in front of such an intense gaze, but beomgyu looks at you like he wants to devour every part of you. and he will, with time.
“i thought jay would like it,” you shrug. his eyes burn even brighter and he looks like he’s on the brink of snapping. god, fucking with him is so exhilarating. is this how he feels when he’s trying to get under your skin? maybe you do understand why he antagonizes you, actually. this shit feels amazing.
he kneels down before you and possessively kisses your neck until it's numb — pouring out hot kisses and sucking on the skin there like he’s staking his claim. it’s almost like he’s daring another man to touch you, and he doesn’t have to say anything because it’s like you already understand his intentions, and you revel in it.
his lips travel down to your breasts and they almost ache in anticipation. cruelly, he avoids your pert nipples and opts to circle his tongue around them, sucking on the soft skin and leaving marks in his wake. one of his hands move down to your underwear and he stops his teasing when he feels how wet you are.
“j-jesus, is all this for me?” you’re too embarrassed to respond. he’s trying to keep his cool, but he’s taken aback by how soaked you are. he was already hard just from the kiss alone, but now he aches. he slides your underwear to the side and actually groans when he sees your slickness for himself. slowly, teasingly, he finds his way to your clit and you let out a soft gasp when he finally touches it. you’re unable to stifle a moan when he gingerly takes one of his long, calloused fingers and begins to push it into your cunt.
“t-tight!” he hisses. “how am i gonna fit?” you’d roll your eyes in annoyance at his self-aggrandizing words if you could muster up anything other than the feeling of pure bliss as he slides another finger in. he’s kneeling between your legs, and you feel some sort of sick satisfaction as you watch the boy lick his lips before trailing opened-mouth kisses on your thighs as he inches closer and closer to your cunt.
you feel his cool breath against your core and you’re seconds away from begging him to continue, but he seems even more eager than you are as he quickly buries his face into your heat. his first lick is long and slow, but you can feel the vibrations from his moan and it reverberates through your legs all the way to your toes. as if he’s a man starved, he messily licks and sucks on your pussy while pumping his fingers in and out mercilessly. you have to hold onto his long hair, not because you want to hurt him, but because it’s the only thing keeping you sane. when he hooks his fingers, you can’t help but call out his name.
“b-beomgyu!” his darkened eyes snap up to meet yours while his pace becomes even more punishing and, before you know it, you’re spasming around his fingers. he should stop there, but he continues with little kitten licks until you’re begging him to show you mercy.
he reluctantly parts from your cunt and you can see evidence of your release dripping down his chin. his messy hair, his soaked face, his fucking everything looks like it’s been branded by you and you can’t help but gulp, heat pooling in your stomach again, far too soon after your intense orgasm. usually, a man would wipe his face and clean himself up, but he does nothing of the sort as he leans towards you and practically pleads with you to kiss him.
“so good, want you to taste it,” he says simply as he pulls you in for another filthy kiss. he looks possessed, almost, by your taste. by your scent. by you.
your cum mixed with the taste of beomgyu himself is like nothing you’ve ever experienced before. he wraps his tongue around yours, as if he’s selflessly just trying to share this new discovery.
he unbuckles his own pants like a madman, hastily yanking them down. so hypnotized, he doesn’t even think to take them off all the way, nevermind his shirt. his cock springs up and it’s thick and long, the angry veins juxtaposing from his perfect, doll-like face. he was right. you don’t know how he’ll fit in your tight pussy.
still, he ruts his bare cock against your throbbing cunt and you both moan when it accidentally catches against your entrance.
“c-condom?” you ask breathily.
“p-please, please just let me feel you. i can pull out,” he whines. who are you to say no to a man begging?
“...o-okay,” you begin to choke out, and almost before you can even finish, he’s pushing himself in. you both groan at the feeling. he meets resistance before he’s even halfway in and his eyes redden with a lust so strong it almost scares you.
“s-so tight, so perfect for me,” he says before pulling out and harshly ramming himself back in, sheathing himself completely in you. your eyes begin to sting with pure pleasure. he sits for a moment, just enjoying the way your pussy sucks him in. nothing in your life has ever made you feel this heavenly. not that you’re going to heaven, especially after this, and certainly not if hana has anything to say about it. oh my god, hana.
“w-wait,” you interrupt before he can pull out again. “we can’t! hana—”
“don’t give a fuck about hana. j-jus’ want you,” he slurs with that lisp that you love so much. and that’s when he really starts. ruthlessly, he sets his pace. ramming into you as the filthy sounds of skin against skin and slick against slick permeate the room. his head lulls back in sheer ecstasy and you’re crying out his name over and over, like a mantra. it’s the only thing chaining you to reality. that, and his viselike grip on your thighs.
“so g-good, so warm. never h-had a pussy this good before,” he praises as he continues drilling into you. one of his hands snakes its way to your clit and you’re seeing stars. hot tears spring in your eyes and you’re literally crying as his cock pushes you further and further off the deep end.
“so fucking good for me. you wouldn't even care if i came inside, would you, slut? walking around in that tiny dress, just begging to be fucked.”
“n-no! i’m not begging f-for anything,” you manage to choke out.
“really? but you look pretty fucking desperate right now. should i stop?” he asks with a mean smile, slowing down the speed of his hips snapping into yours.
“please don’t! i-i’m sorry. please don’t stop!” you whimper. he wasn’t gonna stop, anyway, but watching tears pour out of your eyes at the mere thought of his cock not being inside of you brings him to another level of smugness.
“shh, it’s okay, baby. i won’t stop. i’ll give you exactly what you need.”
“b-beomie!” you cry. “not gonna last much longer!”
“me neither, pretty girl. fuck, come with me, okay?” he hisses.
“come inside?” you plead. he almost stills at this, but his brutal pace never stops despite it all.
“fuck! i knew that good girl act was a sham. you want me to get you pregnant so everyone knows who you belong to?”
“yes! d-don’t care. just want you,” you whine, mirroring his words from earlier. that’s enough to make him lose himself. his resolve snaps and he’s painting the inside of your walls while you helplessly clench around him. it takes a minute to catch your breath and you can’t help but lock eyes with beomgyu as he stays buried in your warmth. his gaze is still lustful, that much you know, but there’s an unknown feeling teeming in his eyes, too.
gingerly, he pulls out and you both watch as his cum trickles out of you. his eyes are alight with fascination and you don’t doubt for a second that he wants to lap it all up and feed it right back to you, but he doesn’t. he simply grabs your cheeks and pulls you in for another heavy kiss.
“wanted to do this for so long,” he says after you part.
“how long?” you can’t help but ask.
“since i saw you sitting alone at the café,” he shrugs and smiles shyly. he’s wanted you since he first saw you, which is enough to make you grin, but the blissful smile is wiped off of your face when you remember beomgyu isn’t just some random guy who’s attracted to you. he’s hana’s boyfriend.
you know now that she orchestrated the downfall of your relationship with beomgyu, but that doesn’t mean you don’t feel guilty as hell for fucking her boyfriend on her couch. oh my god, what have you done? you fucked your friend’s boyfriend in her own home. not only that, but you fucked raw and even let him come inside. you shiver when you recount his nasty words about getting you pregnant, and he really might’ve. you’re not on the pill or anything. oh god.
“i-i need to get out of here,” you say frantically. you hurriedly push him off of you and wince when you feel his cum leaking out of your cunt. you stumble to the bedroom, legs still weak from what just transpired, and grab your sweats and snake them back on.
“what are you doing?” beomgyu asks, confused and somewhat annoyed that you’ve effectively ruined the mood.
“i’m getting the fuck out of here. this… this whole thing was a mistake,” you say, on the verge of tears. you don't even deserve to cry, honestly, but you want to, anyway.
“a-a mistake? why? wait, don’t go!” he says, stepping in front of you again.
“beomgyu, are you fucking with me? you’re with hana! why wouldn’t this be a mistake? oh my god, and i-i’m not — i don’t take birth control. we really might’ve… fuck just move, please!” you plead. you think you might be on the verge of a panic attack, tears and snot streaming down your face. you just wish he would fucking move so you could get out of here and start fixing everything because the guilt you feel just by seeing his face is all-consuming. there’s no way you can face hana again after this. you’ll cut her out of your life, and when you’re courageous enough, you’ll tell her what you did to her. you’ll lose hana and all the rest of your friends once they hear about what kind of person you really are. and as for beomgyu, well, knowing hana, she’ll stay with him and you’ll be the homewrecker in this story.
“hey, shh, it’s okay,” beomgyu coos softly, taking your tear-streaked face in his big, warm hands. “talk to me. what are you thinking?”
“i… i ruined everything,” you begin with a sob. “i hurt hana. you hurt hana. a-and everybody’s going to be so fucking mad at me. god, she’s never going to forgive me.”
“listen,” he says softly while rubbing the pads of his thumbs against the tears falling down your cheeks. “she lied to you, and she lied to me, too.”
“because she loves you, beomgyu. she only did it because she loves you so much,” you argue, tearing your face from his grasp, but he only locks his arms around your waist instead.
“and what about me? what about how i feel?”
“what are you trying to say?” you sniffle.
“i’m saying i meant it when i said i don’t give a fuck about hana. i’m sorry, but i don’t. i never did,” he says as if he’s coaxing a child. you want to believe his words so fucking badly, but you’ve seen the way they’ve been attached at the hip these past few months and you can’t help but feel like he’s just a) full of shit and/or b) pussydrunk on you. he can sense your apprehension and wants to tear his own hair out in frustration.
“can i be honest with you?” he asks.
you nod in response.
“i… i only started hanging out with her because i knew she was close to you. i don’t know if it’s because i wanted to get back at you or if i just wanted to see you more. maybe a bit of both, honestly. i-i know that’s wrong, but it’s true.” you’re at a loss for words. all you can ask is:
“why?” he chuckles at this.
“because i like you, dummy,” he says sweetly while releasing one of the hands that grips your waist, using it to fix up your hair. he likes you? the same beomgyu who has effectively harassed you for the past few months… likes you?
“you have a fucking hilarious way of showing it. i thought you hated me,” you retort.
“i was just teasing,” he says softly. “i just wanted you to notice me and nothing i did ever seemed to bother you.”
“well, it did,” you scoff.
“i’m sorry,” he says sheepishly. “i just like you a lot, okay? i’m sorry for being an asshole. and i’ll make it up to you, i promise.” you want to say okay, but the fact remains that he’s still very much hana’s boyfriend. regardless of his feelings, you still betrayed her and your friends aren’t going to be very understanding of your situation with him. the only chance you have of retaining your friendships now is to cut beomgyu off and beg on your knees for forgiveness. but you like him. you really, really like him. and the temptation to relent is even stronger as he begins to plant kisses on your face along with promises to dump her and, in his words, to “be good from now on”. when his innocent kisses turn lustful and begin to trail down your neck, what else can you do besides agree?
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Broken Mugs — Miguel O'Hara
🕸summery: miguel is tottally not jealous that all your attention is on the new intern
🕸warnings: mention of injury/blood. reader is fem.
🕸a.n: this was actually a req from my other blog @spider999sposts lol. hope anon likes it!
He shouldn't feel this way.
He shouldn't feel his chest tighten. He shouldn't feel his mind clouding. His claws shouldn't be digging this hard into his palm, leaving small scars on his skin. He shouldn't be staring at you this much either.
A yellow glow popped by his shoulder, hiding from sight of the other scientists. Under regular circumstances, he'd shoo her away before anyone could see her, but he was too fixated on keeping his eyes on you...and him. Why on earth would you even glance twice at his direction was his question. He'd been hired for two weeks now but Miguel never saw him getting any work down. He was just...around you. All the time. Making you laugh, touching your arm or shoulder here and there, glancing at your lips. You were as bright as ever, too nice, too friendly, but you were like that with everyone, that new intern shouldn't feel at all special.
"Boss, are you okay? Your blood pressure is going up." Miguel's claws dug deeper into his skin, while his other hand tightened around his coffee mug. The intern –whom he never really bothered to learn the name of– was showing you something under the microscope, his hand resting on your back as you leaned to look. You were laughing at some stupid thing he'd said.
"¿Qué está diciendo que la está haciendo reír tanto?" He rasped out, the burning coffee making its way down his throat. LYLA peeked from behind Miguel's ear, glancing at you. A smile crept on her face. "Oh, I get it. You're jealous."
Miguel's eyes flashed crimson, then returned to their normal brown. "I'm not jealous. That is a childish feeling, LYLA." He whispered. "I think it's a pretty grown feeling, actually." LYLA giggled. Miguel took another sip of his coffee, almost spitting all out when he saw him tuck a hair behind your ear while you spoke to him. You nervously laughed, taking a step back, but continued to talk. "He's distracting her from work." Miguel explained. He had no right to be jealous. He was not your boyfriend, nor were you dating. Sure, there were some glances here and there, occasional hand brushing, the fact that you always kept him company during lunch when everyone was too scared to sit with him, always brought him a snack when you were out to grab yourself one, but there was nothing exclusive. "She should be finishing up her research, for that promotion she wants so bad, he's a bad influence."
[What is he saying that is making her laugh so much?]
"Is he? I think he's helping her. They are at her station, you know? And that sample he showed her, she took notes after seeing it." Miguel scoffed, usually he liked being faced with the facts, but right now wasn't a good time. LYLA grinned at him, "It's okay if you're jealous, you know. You thought you had no competition—"
Miguel's grip around his mug tightened, ignoring the sound of cracking. "It's not a competition. It's not fair for him to compete with me." He grumbled, "Look at him, what does he have that I don't?"
"He's funny, probably."
"LYLA."
"Hey man, you asked."
"I don't know why she likes that damn intern so much," His eyes trailed on the two of you, and on the clock, by now you'd usually ask him if he'd like to join you for lunch break, but you were too occupied, of course you were, that trainee never shut up, did he? "He's scrawny, clumsy, and doesn't know what he's doing most of the time." LYLA popped on his other shoulder, resting on it. "Maybe she finds him cute."
"Oh, please." The mug cracked a little more, "She shouldn't be persuing an office romance. Its unprofessional. Besides persuing an office romance with an intern," He watched him look at the clock, and point at the door, he mouthed you something along the lines of 'do you want to get out of here?'
Miguel's blood boiled.
"...is stupid. And she isn't stupid, quite the opposite. She should be with someone with a stable income. Someone who will treat her good."
"Oh what, like you?"
A loud smash caught the attention of everyone in the lab. You finally looked up at him, your eyes widening at the sight. Miguel looked down, only realising what had happened after the sting of hot liquid dribbled down his arm. He'd smashed the mug he was holding into tiny little pieces, most shards stuck in his bloodied hand. The coffee he'd been drinking caused minor burns too.
"Miguel!" You brushed past the intern and ran over to him. LYLA was no where to be found, but he distinctively heard the sentence 'Thank me later.' being whispered into his ear. You stood infront of him, your face woven with worry. "Your hand, what happened?" You gently grabbed his wrist, inspecting his injuried hand closely. "The mug, had to be bad quality, broke from how hot the coffee is." He knew that didn't make a bit of sense, what a lame excuse from the 'world's greatest genius' as you called him, but he was just a man, and right now, all his focus was on how your skin felt against his, and how extremly close you were to his body.
And at how the intern looked really pissed off.
"Oh, you poor thing, that must've hurt." You pouted your pretty lips, looking at him with those beautiful eyes. "Yeah." Miguel shifted, his expression stoic but his reddening ears betrayed the facade he keeps up around you. "I'll get the first aid kit, I took a nursing class once—Or would you like me to take you to the—"
"You'll do a just fine, I'm sure."
You let go of his wrist to grab the first-aid kit quickly, and Miguel looks over to the intern, who was stomping out of the lab, grumbling under his breath.
He grinned. If this is all it took to get your attention back on him, he'd surely break alot more mugs now.
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HIIII SALEM i hope ill be ur first req :3 can i have making out w TA geto in like your dorm room or smtg - i love that secretive/will they get caught dynamic <3 u can make it a little steamy but all in all i just want geto to relax after stressing over his masters 😇
contains: teaching assistant!geto, established relationship, afab!reader, making out, some suggestiveness, shoko cameo, pet names (my love, angel, baby)
word count: 1.1k
a/n: WAAAAH i finally got to writing this!!! i hope you're doing well seline, i miss you :( reminder that my requests are still open, please read my rules!!
reblogs and feedback are greatly appreciated!!
minors and ageless / blank blogs will be blocked immediately!
sugu bear <3: can i come over?
sugu bear <3: need ur mental support for submitting my thesis pls
you smiled at your phone, responding with ‘ofc baby get ur ass over here rn’ in light speed.
ever since he started his position as a teaching assistant, he has been even more stressed as usual. there was no doubt that he was enjoying it, sometimes even taking over the class for the day and doing the meticulous work of grading essays and tests. however, it would take up a lot of his free time and subsequently, your time together as well.
sure, you'd see him on campus and in your shared classes, sneaking in as much physical contact as possible. but you missed spending actual time with him. watching movies, cooking together, going on dates, you name it. you got used to it, but sometimes you would feel a bit lonely. so you were elated to hear him coming over.
even better, your roommate shoko was out on a date with her girlfriend so you’d have the dorm to yourself. getting all giddy, you decided to tidy up a little for your boyfriend.
just a short time later, there was a knock on your dorm door and you rushed to see your sweet suguru standing there. he had a nervous smile on his face, his laptop in one hand and a small bouquet of your favorite flowers in the other.
“this is all i could get, hope you like it,” he murmured. you flung yourself onto him, inhaling his familiar scent. oh, how you missed him.
you squealed, “are you kidding, sugu? these are beautiful, you didn't have to get me anything!”
his smile grew wider, walking you backwards into your living space and closing the door behind him with his foot. you parted from him, placing a kiss onto his plump lips. he leaned into it, closing his eyes with a soft hum. soon enough, you broke the kiss and took the flowers to put them in a vase.
while you were rummaging through your kitchen, suguru made himself comfortable on your couch. he opened the laptop and got to work, finishing up his thesis. he had stressed about it for so long, he was scared about making typos so he read over it until his eyes burned. you soon joined him, curling into his side as you watched your boyfriend add the last finished touches to the document.
after a few minutes of comfortable silence, suguru let out a heavy sigh.
“want me to submit it for you?” you offered when you saw his shaky hand hovering over the touchpad, the mouse set on the big red submit button.
he quietly spoke: “you know what? yeah, i’d like that. no way to back out now.”
you took the laptop from him, setting it on your lap and clicking the button. as the confirmation screen lit up, you closed the window and laptop to put it on your coffee table. turning towards him, you noticed how pale he had gotten over the course of the last few minutes.
“are you okay?” you giggled, tucking one of the stray hairs behind his ear.
he sighed, “yeah, it's finally done.”
he pulled you on top of him, making you squeal. you settled on his lap, looping your arms around his broad shoulders and playing with the hairs on his nape. suguru placed his large hands on your waist, their weight and warmth comforting against your skin. you squirmed a little to get more comfortable as he leaned back with a sigh. with his eyes closed, his long lashes cast tiny shadows on his cheeks.
opening his eyes after a few breaths, suguru looked up at you with adoration in his eyes. a small smile tugged at the corner of his lips, mirroring yours.
“i'm proud of you, sugu. you've worked so hard. i was worried you’d get grey hair by the time i’d see you next.”
his heart thumped in his ribcage, threatening to burst out.
“don't i deserve a reward then, my love?” he mused. you chuckled, knowing what he was insinuating.
you leaned forward to gently cover his face in kisses. starting at his forehead, going down his warm cheeks and sharp nose and lastly, his lips. they were roughed up from all the biting but still plump against yours. after a few light pecks, suguru gave you a small appreciative hum, his hands sliding around to your back to pull you closer to him. the warmth of his body made you melt into his touch, your chest pressed against his as close didn't seem close enough. your eyes fluttered close, a small whine getting stuck in your throat as suguru’s lips locked onto yours.
his tongue swiped over your bottom lip and you obediently opened your mouth, gently pulling at his now disheveled hair. he moaned quietly, his scalp tingling from your ministrations. your tongues swirled around each other in a tentative dance, the air getting hotter by the minute. spit was exchanged, deep inhales through the nose as you got drunk on each other. one of his hands settled on the side of your neck, tilting your head to deepen the kiss further.
shivers ran down your spine at his gentle touch, the pit in your tummy getting hotter and hotter. your hips started gyrating on top of his needily, feeling how hard he was getting just from your lips on his own. a low rumble erupted from his chest at that, his hands sliding down to grip your hips tightly. guiding you gently, he bucked his hips up to your heated core, making you part from him with a whimper.
a small string of spit connected your mouths, heavy lidded eyes watching as you gripped his shoulders for leverage as your hips grew a mind of their own.
“missed you s’much,” you whined, placing your forehead against his. you were watching how he parted his lips to pant as your clothed core rubbed against his boner so deliciously.
he let out a small moan, “missed you too, angel. i’m sorry for neglecting my poor baby.”
his mouth stretched into a grin as he watched you use him to get yourself off, desperate to feel his skin on yours. suguru slid his hands under your shirt, drawing figure eights against your blazing skin.
you could feel yourself getting wetter and coming closer to your peak when at the cusp of it, a harsh knock resonated through the living room. following that, shoko’s voice came muffled through the door.
“can we come in or are y'all still humping each other?”
tags: @sttoru @kizoken @prncessrindou and thank you to @screampied and @redskyvenus for proofreading!!! :3
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#23 with male reader and soap. After a mission m!reader helps him clean himself in the shower maybe because soap got injured on the field or just really sore. And he washes off the blood/dust/dirt and helps dry him off and it turns into something kinda fluffy. I just wanna play with this man's stupid mohawk so bad.
Honestly me too, I just see that strip of hair and get the urge to tug on it, completely forgetting the man's fictional 😅 Ended up writing washing his hair and showering together because hyperfixation lol Play the game HERE.
Prompt: Washing their hair
CW: NSFW but no sex, non sexual nudity, M reader, showering together, hair washing, just fluffy fluffy fluff.
As much as you care about Soap, you've got to admit he's a bit of a dumbass, a reckless dumbass to boot. You tell him to be careful and what does he do? End up falling out of a second story window and rolling down a good 60 feet down a muddy hill while chasing after a target. You hear him swear the entire way down from where you're tucked away safely behind the sight of your sniper rifle.
By the time you get back to base Johnny feels as miserable as he looks, covered in so much mud you can't see his skin and his entire back wreathed in dull throbbing pain, not to mention the numerous cuts and scraps. And that's on top of Price chewing him out about safety and Ghost and Gaz teasing him the entire flight back to base.
"Not a word lad," He growls, giving you the stink eye. "Price already yapped me ear off." Soap turns to his heel in an attempt to head to the communal showers, biting his lip to stop himself from swearing out god, king, and country when his muscles scream at him.
"Wasn't going to." You stop him, one firm hand tugging on his bulletproof vest so you don't jostle him too much, though even that has drops of mud splashing on your clothes. "Come on, you can shower in my room."
He looks at you skeptically, but it doesn't take much to sway his mind when you offer him simple comforts; privacy, warm hands to wash away the days pains, a warmer body to remind him he's alive. He follows you without a word, neither one of you caring about the mud you track— tomorrow's problems.
"Foooock." The groan comes deep from his bones, perfectly encapsulating all he feels as you methodically unclip his gear, taking the world's weight off his shoulders and dropping it haphazardly on the bathroom's tiled floor. "Feel like a fockin' hog," He frowns.
"Look like you rolled in a pig sty." You helpfully supplement, receiving a few words in Gaelic which you don't even attempt to understand, though the humor in his tone is crystal clear even when you take hold of the bottom of his shirt; the mud and grime had gone through every layer of clothing, leaving not a single inch of skin clean.
He attempts to raise his arms to help you, only to suddenly yell out a "Oh ye fockin' cunt!" when pain flares from his shoulder down the entire length of his spine. You swear you hear his spine crack at least a dozen times by the time you pull his shirt off his mud wet skin.
"You sound like an old geezer." You chuckle to lighten the mood, dropping to your knees to untie his shoelaces and take off his boots, then the rest of his clothes.
"Says the bloke who's left knee tells the weather." He bites back, a bit of teeth on display as he grimaces, another few curses leaving his lips when he has to lower his arm. "Or tries to, yer got as much accuracy as the bloody reporters on the telly."
"Starting to complain like one too," You add, not at all surprised when Soap proceeds to brush his muddy hand across your face. "Of you fucker," Your words gain a childish little giggle from him, and he lets you guide him into the shower.
Your bathroom's one of the few that has a tub in it —a relic of past tenants before the army remodeled the base into an actual military installation— you had to bribe Price with a lot of high quality cigars to get it, but every penny was worth it. There's a tap as well as a detachable showerhead up top that Johnny eagerly uses, turning the water hot and just standing under the stream while you disrobe.
The clean water turns muddy the second it hits his skin, brown muck swirling around your feet as you step into the tub behind him. "How's that sweetheart?" You ask, taking the soap bottle and squirting a heavy amount onto your hands, not bothering with a sponge and instead using your fingers to wash away the dirt on his skin.
"Heaven." Johnny sighs, his muscles fluttering beneath your hands, mud and blood washing away to reveal deep blooming bruises across his back. "Shite, that hits the spot." He leans against you, the slow but firm pressure of your fingers massaging the sore muscles around the blotchy bruises making him groan. You lean in to place gentle kisses on the darkest bruises, "So good fer me bonnie," he hums, using his arms the best he can to at least wash the mud off his face.
You two float in a sort of mindless space where nothing outside the shower matters, the sound of water running and Soap's occasional groan filling your ears, all your focus on the way your hands rub him down; from shoulders to his back, down to his feet and then back up to his face when he turns around.
Once the water runs clear again you turn off the shower and start the tap so the tub fills with enough water to keep him warm, maneuvering him to sit in the tub while you step out to dry yourself off and put on boxers.
"Don't need ta be pampered like a show mutt," He grumbles, the hot water easing the soreness in his frame and making his exhaustion prominent, Johnny's eyelids starting to droop despite his best efforts to stay awake.
"I know, but you hair's a damn crow's nest." You snort, running your fingers through the mess on his head and showing the gunk stuck on your fingers, hell, you even pull a damn twig out.
His eyes widen, "Well fock me," Soap grimaces, gives a bone deep sigh as you settle behind him, sitting partially on the tub. Cupping water in your palms you rub your fingers down the length of his mohawk, loosening the dirt sticking to the strands until rivulets of watery mud run down his neck.
"Maybe later." You both chuckle, squirting the shampoo Soap always loves to smell on you in your hand and lathering your palms up before bringing them back to his hair. Soap mumbles something, leaning his head into your hands whenever you scratch a particularly itchy spot on his scalp.
His head tips back as much as his aching shoulders let him, his eyes settling on your face. I got it made, he thinks to himself, desperately trying to keep his eyelids open so he can see how you focus on even a simple task like washing his hair. Every brush of your fingers across his dirty strands fills his chest with lingering warmth, every scratch of your nails across his scalp making his eyes droop just a bit more.
Johnny doesn't even notice the slight sting when you occasionally tug on a knot, your touch making his mind buzz pleasantly like the low background static of a TV on late nights, and Soap doesn't realize he's dosing off.
You notice how he leans against your leg, leaning over to see his eyes closed and chest steadily rising and falling. You let him sleep for a bit while you finish up cleaning his hair and then use the detachable shower head to wash the bubbly shampoo off.
"What is'it?" He mumbles when you gently shake him awake, eyelids fluttering open and shut.
"Need you to get up Johnny." You hum and it's laughable how easily he follows your instructions, needing a bit of help to stand up when his back still aches like hell, a shiver racing down his spine as the cold air of your bathroom nips at his skin. "Fock, do'ah look like a snowman?" He grumbles at the cold.
You chuckle instead of saying anything, silencing any other complaints with sweet kisses on his lips as you towel him dry.
Soon after you two are huddled under the covers, his body draped over yours and using your chest as a pillow. Your fingers card through his slightly damp hair, the soft brown strands like feathers against your skin and your touch making him sigh and melt against you.
"Hey lad?" He suddenly says, voice a gentle whisper; like he's about to reveal a secret kept from the world — something only meant for you.
"Yeah Johnny?" You ask, a few stars reflecting in his blue eyes from your window.
Your heart melts at the soft and goody smile he gives you, "Love you." he says, leaning his head into your hand that's in his hair.
You smile and lean your head to kiss him, "Love you too," You mutter against his lips, and when you pull away he's already drifted off to sleep like a babe, soft breath tickling your skin and arms possessively wrapped around your waist like you'll disappear.
But you catch the way he smiles in his sleep.
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subby drunk (h.j)
this was requested, and i really hope i've done subby jisung justice! i've never actually written a sub dynamic before, but i hope you all like this! 🩷
feedback is greatly appreciated 🥰
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“Hey, Felix,” you greet one of your friends, smiling at the blonde. You squeeze through a couple of people, so you're standing beside him.
Felix greets you with a hug, his hand gently rubbing your back. “Hey, I'm glad you could make it!” He smiles at you after pulling away.
“Me too,” you chuckle, taking a couple of sips from your drink. Your eyes look around the party, trying your best to find your boyfriend, Jisung. “Have you seen Hanji?”
“Yes! He's with Changbin out back. Just a warning,” Felix pauses, catching your wrist before you get too far, “he's had quite a few shots already.”
A laugh leaves your lips as you shake your head, not surprised. “Thanks, Felix. I'll see you later,” you tell him before making your way towards the back door.
You can hear Jisung's laugh as soon as you step outside, your heart fluttering at the sound. You lean against the railing, finding your cute boyfriend sitting beside Changbin and Chan.
You walk down the steps, heading towards the trio. When you reach them, you wrap your free arm around Jisung from behind. “Hi, handsome,” you whisper into his ear, making him jump.
Jisung flings out of his chair, almost falling over. “Baby,” he pouts after seeing it as you. “You scared me!”
You walk around the chair and place a sweet kiss on his supple cheek. “I'm sorry, jagiya,” you playfully pout.
He releases a huff of breath before smiling at you. “I forgive you, my pretty,” Jisung says and kisses your lips quickly.
Changbin and Chan groan at your affection for one another. “We'll leave you two alone for a bit,” Chan says while patting Changbin’s shoulder.
Jisung sits back in his seat, patting the spot beside him. You sit next to him, carefully setting your cup on the ground. “How did the project go?” He asks, his words slurring a bit.
“It went really well, jagiya. The professor said it was the best one he's received,” you giggle, moving some of the hair out of his eyes. “But, I'm glad I'm here with you now.”
He smiles fondly, shifting forward to rest his head on your shoulder. “I love you so much,” Jisung mutters, nuzzling his face against the sweater you're wearing.
You comb your fingers through his soft hair, giggling. “I love you more,” you lean down to kiss his forehead, lingering your lips longer than normal.
Jisung's hands glide across your stomach before gripping your hips. He discreetly tries to get you to sit on his lap, feeling needier than usual.
“What are you doing?” You chuckle when feeling his hand attempt to pull you closer.
He lifts his head, his dark boba eyes meeting yours. “Sit on my lap. I want you close,” he mumbles.
You feel yourself clench at his words, gently tucking your bottom lip between your teeth. “Is someone feeling a little subby?” You ask him, looking around to make sure you're still alone.
Jisung nods his head, fingers slipping beneath the sweater you're wearing. “I missed you today,” he whispers as you give in to what he wants.
You stroke your fingers along his cheeks, moving to straddle his lap. “Oh, jagiya, I missed you too,” you say before planting a kiss on his lips.
He whines against your lips, slipping his arms around your waist. You giggle into the kiss, allowing him to deepen it. Jisung's tongue slips past your lips and instantly fights with yours.
Moans leave both of your lips as the two of you fight for dominance. You know how Jisung can be when he's drunk. He turns into the cutest sub you've ever seen.
You bring your hand up to his face, cupping his chin before breaking the kiss. “No,” Jisung whines, attempting to chase your lips, but you stop him.
“Jagiya,” you say in a soft tone, caressing his jawline with the pad of your thumb. “This isn't the place for this.”
“But,” he tries to argue, pressing his chest into yours. “It's just us two out here.”
You giggle at how cute he sounds, placing a quick kiss on his lips. “Yeah, that's true, but I'm the only person that can see this side of you,” you tell him, tilting your head a bit.
Jisung nods his head, humming in response to your words. “Okay,” he mutters, attempting to kiss you again.
“You're so adorable,” you giggle while slowly getting off of his lap.
“Wait, wait, wait,” he practically begs, wrapping a hand around your wrist.
He tries to pull you back on his lap, but you stop him. “Come on,” you tell him, pulling him up from the chair. “When we get home, I'll let you kiss me, okay?”
“As much as I want?” He asks.
You giggle softly and nod your head. “You can kiss me as much as you want, jagiya!”
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I miss ILYSIB couple :( do you plan to write any smut about it? Just anything, i miss their smut
Idk you can have this?
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You've got something on your mind.
Jungkook knows you do, because you're spacing out way more often than usual, even to the point of barely being able to be pulled out of your thoughts by the spatula covered in sweet vanilla cake batter he's poking to your lips.
"Oh!" You happily accept it, taking it from his hands to lick the remnants off of it, while he carefully taps the cake pan with the batter on the counter to get all the bubbles out, before he opens the preheated oven.
"What's on your mind?" He wonders as he slides it inside, closing the door to set the timer. "You're quiet."
You shrug, occupying yourself with the spatula, before he takes it from you to put it in the sink to wash later. He's standing in front of you now, between your legs, as he holds onto your thighs. You however reach out to teasingly pet his head, short hair still soft, but growing fast these past few days.
"Will you ever stop that?" He chuckles, and you laugh too.
"Nah. You look like one of those chia-pets, just cuter!" You compare, and he cringes a bit, while simultaneously laughing along. "Say, Jungkookie..?" You ask, and he hums a reply, walking towards the living room sofa with you to sit down on it while the cake bakes in the oven. "We'll spend Christmas together, right?" You ask, and he nods. "And new years too, right?" You ask, and again, he nods. "And like, I'll sleep over the entire time, right?" You ask, and he chuckles.
"What're you getting at?" He asks, tucking some of your hair behind your ear Christmas themed earrings dangling from your lobes.
"What if I.. always slept over.?" You wonder quietly, almost so soft he can't hear it. But he does. He hears is very clearly- and it makes his lips part a little, eyes all round.
"Like.. moving in?" He asks just as softly. "Living together?"
You nod, not looking at him, cheeks red.
"Yes." He answers, making you snap your head up to look at him. "Yes, I'll- I'll help you take apart your furniture and put them up here- and I'll help you pack, too!" He agrees, leaning forward a little on excitement. "I didn't know you'd want that?"
"I didn't know how to ask.." you whine, hugging him to sit on his lap now. "I don't wanna be the stupid clingy girlfriend you have to have around or she'll go rabid-"
He laughs. "No, be clingy!" He laughs. "I want you closer. And I'm actually glad I'm not the only one who still hesitates asking for some stuff." He sighs out, holding you close as he leans back against the backrest of the couch.
"Huh?" You wonder, looking at him. "Ask me!" You demand, and he shakes his head. "Hey no- you can't just drop that and then back out!" You complain, making hum shrug before he gasps in surprise when you accidentally grind on his dick tucked away in his underwear and sweatpants. It gives you an idea, as you do it again.
"Princess-" he warns, but you laugh.
"Tell me." You demand.
"No- ah, hey!" He whines when you grind down once more, a fake innocence on your face. "Don't do that."
"Why, cause you'll cream your pants?" You giggle, remembering the last time he actually did end up cumming into his underwear during a particularly heated make-out session. "Just tell me!" You laugh, hands now moving to slip beneath his shirt to trace the muscles beneath the skin of his abdomen, new matching belly button piercing he's got with you beneath your fingers.
"I- no.." he whines, trying to stay strong, but it's just not working. Your shorts have risen up to reveal most of your thighs, making him salivate at the thoughts invading his mind. "I want.."
"Hm?" You ask, leaning in to kiss his ear, warmth of your legs over his seeping through the fabric of his pants.
"I want you to sit on my face." He gasps out, unable to hold it in as his fingers dig into the flesh of your thighs. "I really want to eat you out like that." He confesses, and you still.
"The cake-" you start, but he cuts you off.
"Suck me off first then?" He wonders, now too desperate to mask his needs and pretend to be unfazed.
You teasingly act like you're thinking, before you shrug. "Okay, sure." You agree, sliding off his lap to have him almost instantly give you a pillow to put down for your knees as he pushes his pants down.
And surely enough, after sucking him off, and taking the cake out in a hurry, he does indeed return the favor.
Tenfold, at least.
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omg omg omg hi ily!!! can you please write something with shy!introverted!reader where she and conrad go to the boardwalk and play sum games. conrad leaves to get like food or something while reader bumps into her bullies from school and they find out that she’s dating conrad. they start making fun of her for it, saying she’s lying, then conrad appears and shuts down those mfs by kissing her and giving her a cute lil plushie that he won for her❤️❤️❤️
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ONESHOT !
summary : conrad takes you to the boardwalk for a date but unfortunately you bump into your bullies.
warning : fluff, mentions of being a loner, bullying (LMK IF I MISSED ANYTHING)
"Stay here yeah? I'll just go and get some drinks" Conrad said, smiling at me before kissing my forehead. Conrad took me to the boardwalk today since we have been planning this ever since we started dating. I laughed in response and nodded, watching him walk away. I took a deep breath, admiring the beautiful sunset and feeling grateful for this wonderful day I was able to spend with him.
As I turned around, I saw Ashley and her friends, my bullies. Ashley and her friends started to tease me. I felt my heart racing and my face getting hot. I wanted to run away but my feet were frozen in place. "Oh look who it is" Ashley said, snickering.
One of her friends started to come close to me. "So who are you with huh? I bet you're alone here too just like at school" Ashley's friend said, poking my shoulder. "I am actually, uh, with Conrad" I said quietly, Ashley walked towards me, "Can you speak up? I know that I didn't just hear you say Conrad's name." Ashley rolled her eyes and laughed. "Don't tell me you guys are on a 'date'? That's hilarious!" She said, her friends laughing along with her.
"No one would date a loser like you let alone Conrad! You know that he likes me right? So don't come here and lie to me" My jaw clenched, anger started to build up in me, she went too far now. I was going to let her insult me for being a loner but her saying that Conrad likes her is a different topic.
I felt my face heat up, and I was about to reply when Conrad stepped up beside me. "Here you go, baby. Here's your drink" he said smiling at me, placing a kiss on my cheek, I looked at Ashley, her eyes widened. "O-Oh hi, Conrad!" Ashley said, tucking a hair behind her ear, making me scoff.
Conrad just looked at her before intertwining his hands with mine. "Look what I got for you!" Conrad chimed, handing me a plushie. Ashley and her friend stared at us in surprise, her mouth slightly open. I smiled and thanked Conrad, feeling my face heat up again.
He just winked at me before walking closer to me, pulling me in for a kiss Ashley and her friend stared in shock before they quickly turned around, walking away. I couldn't help but giggle, feeling my cheeks flush. Conrad just grinned before pulling me with him.
"Baby," Conrad said, stopping from walking making me stop too to look at him. His gaze softened, "Please tell me if they ever bother you again at school or even anywhere, you know that I'm here to protect you right?" I nodded, feeling my throat go tight.
I knew he was doing his best to protect me. "I love you so much, I won't ever let anything bad happen to you so please just tell me whenever you are in trouble." He pulled me into a hug and I hugged him back, feeling safe and loved. I nodded against his chest, feeling my eyes well up with tears.
I knew I could always count on Conrad to protect me. I felt so lucky to have him in my life.
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Another day another flufftober…
Pairing: Cc!Wilbur x Gn!Reader
Flufftober 2 - We Meet Again (Childhood Home)
The feeling of being back was disorientating.
A small house, crammed between other equally as small houses loomed behind you as you locked the door. The key always took a few tries to work, no matter how your father tried to fix it. How long had it been since you’ve been home? Five years, six?
You had left England ages ago to get a fresh start in life. Accepted into an American college, your original plan was only to get a degree there. Instead, that morphed into a life of your own.
If it was up to you, you wouldn’t have come back. Not because you dislike England or your parents, but because there was simply no reason to. In fact, the only reason you’re back now is because it was your mothers birthday. And you desperately needed to go find flowers.
That was one good thing about being back here at least. You, from some deep recess of your brain, knew exactly where everything was. Including the tiny flower shop a few blocks away. They used to give you and your childhood best friend free flowers; a worker tucking a flower being your ear for you, and your friend presenting you with his flower.
As your feet instinctively make turns, avoiding uneven cracks in the sidewalk without a thought, you can't help but smile to yourself. It felt like, if you breathed in just right, you were 9 again.
The bell above the door jingles as you enter, and you have to pull up short a foot from the door. The store hasn't changed at all. With vines creeping up the wall, and wooden tables housing vases of vibrant flowers, it was the exact same as you remembered. There was something so sweet about it having stayed. Like it was frozen in time, just waiting for you to enter.
A few moments pass as you just take it all in. You definitely missed this part of home and didn't even know it until now.
Behind you, the bell that had announced your arrival sounds again. Something crashes into your back, making you gasp in surprise.
"Woah!" Someone exclaims, hands on your shoulders to keep you from being bowled over. "My bad! I'm sorry, I didn't realize you were right in front of the door."
You turn, ready to assure the person it was most certainly your fault, only to have your eyes catch on them. Brown fluffy hair, taller than you, familiar eyes.
Wilbur is the exact same, but oh so different.
"Wilbur?" You breathe, and his eyes light up with familiarity.
Before you know it, he's hugging you tightly. Pressing you into him, laughing with joy. "Oh my God! It's you!"
"Wil- Wilbur- let me breathe!" You giggle, pushing on his chest until he lets you go.
He grins down at you, lips quirked in a way you haven't seen in forever. You'd still know that smile though, no matter the length of time.
"You're taller."
"So are you." You point out. "Then again, you were always a green bean."
"Rude." It doesn't take the smile off his face. "What are you doing here? Where have you been? I need to know everything."
"I'm back for my mom's birthday, I thought-"
"Hang on." He interrupts, eyes widening. "You... you sound American. You've been in America? You actually went there?"
You nod eagerly. "Yeah! I went to college, and I have a degree and a job."
"You did it." Wilbur says softly. "You chased your dreams."
"Did you?" You ask, scanning his expression. Funny how a face doesn't change that much over the years. "You were so good with your guitar, where did that go?"
He flushes, looking off to the side before down at you. "I, uh, have a band now. Lovejoy. We're doing well. Like, really fucking well."
"That's amazing!" At this point, you were almost giddy for him. Music was his passion when you two were younger, and to hear he was able to follow that...
"I can't even believe it most days." He laughs, throwing an arm around your shoulders. "So, you're here for your mother's birthday?"
"Yeah. Just for the week. I thought I'd buy her flowers, those ones she always liked. The-"
"Pink carnations." He finishes for you. "And you liked daisies more."
"I forgot how well you know me."
The present-tense is purposeful, and he doesn't correct you.
"I'll get to hear you play with your band sometime, right?" You ask, partially teasing. In all honesty, you really want to. Wilbur's made it to his dream, and that's something you'd kill to see.
"Only if I get to visit you in America some time." He responds, equally as teasing.
"Is that who I think it is?" Someone asks, making both of you look. Miss Susan, aged since you last saw her. She owns this shop, practically watched you and Wilbur grow up.
There's white streaking her hair, which is pulled up in a bun atop her head. Deep smile lines crease her face, empathized as she smiles softly at you two. Older, yes, but still the flower-loving lady you recall.
"That it is." Wilbur answers. "It's nice to see you again, Susan."
"Nice to see you again." You echo.
"Wait, wait!" She exclaims, hustling to grab two daisies. One she hands to Wilbur, and the other she tucks carefully behind your ear. "Just like old times."
You smile, reaching up to brush your fingers along the delicate petals. Wilbur, next to you, holds his daisy out for you.
"Just like old times."
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After tenderly tucking their two darling daughters safely into their warm and cozy beds, Agnes and Erik retire to the master bedroom, preparing to turn in for the night. A bittersweet image is reflected from the luxurious vanity mirror. With each delicate stroke of Agnes's ornate bronze hair brush, her silky golden locks unveil brief glimpses of a hidden frown.
Coraleye beams in awe, watching Agnes's reflection in the mirror.
Coraleye: Grandma, you're the epitome of grace and beauty. Look at you!
Agnes: [Gently nudges Corarleye with her elbow] Oh quit that, will you.
Coraleye's smile starts to fade.
Coraleye: But you look so sad. Even after getting to move back to your home in Sunset Valley? You really weren't excited about having a third baby at this point, were you?
Agnes: I didn't want to be expecting, no. I least I thought I didn't, anyway. Until this night, when I found out I wasn't. That's when the truth was realized.
Coraleye: Oh...
Erik: Aggy, baby, what is it? I thought you didn't want any more kids right now. I figured you'd be glad about your monthly visitor.
Agnes: [Sniffles] I thought so too, darling. I suppose I allowed myself to become excited about the idea. Turns out I'm actually quite disappointed, if I'm being perfectly honest.
Erik continues offering solace to his wife, urging her to confide in him. The spirit of Agnes guiding Coraleye approaches Erik, studying the remaining youth in his features. She gently rests her hand on his chest; though Erik cannot feel her touch, the emotional resonance of the exchange hits Coraleye like a wave, as she wraps her arms around herself in an attempt to hold herself together.
Agnes: He's so young here; What has time done to you, my love? Coraleye, darling, life is awfully short. I want you to always remember, to hold onto your memories and all your heart's desires for as long as you can, and never make the mistake of not listening to them. One day you'll blink, and your memory won't be like it is now.
Coraleye's trembling frown gives way, and tears drop down her rosy cheeks, unable to contain them any longer.
Erik puts on a record, and the vintage melody fills the room. By her hands, Erik leads Agnes to her feet, where he gently wipes the tears from her face.
Erik: Let's dance, honey.
Agnes: [Giggles] Erik! What are you doing? It's getting late, we should get to bed.
Erik: Aggy baby, if you want a baby, then I've got work to do! We'll figure out the details later, okay?
Agnes laughs joyfully as Erik pulls her in closer for a slow dance.
The spirit-guide Agnes smiles at her great-granddaughter lovingly. Her brows furrow as her focus then hones in on Coraleye's tears, still flowing. She gently wipes away a tear and whispers words of comfort.
Agnes: What's the matter, my love?
Coraleye: [Sniffles and wipes eyes] It's just... you two are so incredibly sweet. The love you share is so obvious. The way he looks at you, Grandma! I'm so scared my future won't measure up to yours, or my parents', even. I worry that I'm falling short of the legacy and everything else.
Agnes: Oh, honey... listen to me.
Agnes affectionately traces Coraleye's hair behind her ear.
Agnes: You don't have to go about this in the same manner that we did! Forge your own path, dear. The essence of this legacy lies in granting second chances to someone we love, provided they're deemed worthy. It's a profound responsibility for one heart. Understand, the journey won't be simple should you decide to embrace it.
Coraleye: ...Should I decide to embrace it.
Agnes: I share this with you not to instill fear, but to equip you for the challenges that lie ahead. Soon, my dear, you'll face a profound pain that may feel insurmountable. Yet, I know you are very capable of weathering it.
Coraleye: [Concerned tone] Grandma, how do you know this? Are you able to see the future?
Agnes: The privilege of magic and resurrections isn't taken lightly, and it doesn't come without consequences. Our currency for second chances and love is excruciating pain. Some may see it as a curse, but I find it makes these tender moments all the sweeter. The choice of who is worthy of navigating this journey by your side, is ultimately up to you.
Coraleye: But Grandma... How will I know who that person is? That they can be trusted?
Agnes: You see the way your grandfather looks at me in this moment? That's how I knew, honey.
Coraleye ponders for a brief moment, watching them dance gleefully around the room. As their kisses grow more passionate, she senses that her time to observe is running out. Just before the spirit Agnes concludes the session, Coraleye speaks up, her voice breaking.
Coraleye: I... I think I've seen that look before.
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since ur writing more for your ocs recently could I request some love for Umi?? I adore them, so any crumbs you have I will take 👉👈
>:)!!!!!
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She's so bright, and so lovely, and she would never notice you.
Crisp edges of her skirt. Clean, manicured nails. A fresh, youthful face. The scent of linens and candyfloss. Cool hands on your skin as she brushes by you on the train.
Everything about her is perfect, from her soft strands of blue hair that frame her ivory face to the gentle flick of her eyes as she glances away from her phone. You haven't heard her say much; just heard her giggling once to a friend she brought along. You haven't seen that other girl since, but it's possible she just doesn't take the train that often. You do though, and that's why you notice her every day that she steps on and back off the platform.
She's wearing a new outfit today. A soft, pink pleated skirt and a white blouse with the sleeves rolled up. Her bangs are clipped back with a little corn of cob barrette, and it's the cutest thing you've seen all day. Her eyes are bright with contentment. She must be in a good mood. This is your chance.
"Hi," You call out softly, barely audible over the bustle and chatter of the train. Her ears don't even perk up, nor do her eyes break away from the scroll she's doing absentmindedly–another attempt at a greeting paired with the lightest tap on her shoulder gets her attention, though, the blue-haired beauty turning her gaze up to cast a sideways glance at you. Oh god. This was a mistake. She's too pretty for you to even comprehend up close.
"Oh, hi!" Her face breaks out into a big smile. Straight, pearly teeth gleam back at you through a pinky, sparkly mouth, her lip gloss so elegantly applied you can't detect a single smudge. Even when her hair brushes her cheek and she smoothly tucks a strand of it back behind her ear, not a single finger smudges any of the light makeup she's wearing today. You wouldn't say it to her face, but she certainly doesn't need any–she has that kind of natural beauty that only comes around once in a lifetime.
"I-I just, um…y-you're the prettiest girl I've ever seen. I wanted to say that." Your stumbling and stuttering matches a hot face, cheeks burning with shame at simply looking into the eyes of such a beautiful person with so little confidence. She could reject you in the worst way and you would absolutely think you deserve it.
"Aww!" She squeaks, high-pitched and giggly like it's the best thing she's heard all day. "How sweet are you? I'm actually a-" One of those soft-looking fingers raises to tap on one of the buttons pinned to the strap of her bag, small and glittery with the words they/them printed on it in purple lettering. "-You know. But thank you! You're just adorable."
Your heart flutters and freezes in an instant, an apology spilling out of your mouth as you try to backpedal, but they just shake their head and giggle louder while brushing it all off. It's a common mistake, they say, and their kindness just drags you in closer like a lovesick dog on a leash.
"What's your name, sweetie?" You hand it over as easily as you'd drop to your knees if you could. They repeat each letter under their breath as they make a reminder on their hand, before gingerly taking your wrist between those cool fingers and scribbling something into your palm with a shake of the glitter pen they pulled from their purse. Rather than letters, you spot numbers–and upon pulling it back to look, you realize it's for their cell. You've got their phone number? You?
"Here's my stop," They turn their gaze alongside yours to peer up at the next station, the car slowing to a pause as the doors prepare to open, before meeting eyes with you one last time. They're so blue it's simply mesmerizing, like sapphires shining beneath a clear ocean on a sunny day like today. "I'm Umi, by the way. Call me later, 'kay sweetie?"
Umi winks, and with a step off the train they vanish into the crowd clustering around the platform. The blue-haired beauty disappears just as a rainbow does in the dark, and though you can envision the path the rest of your day will take, you won't feel truly alive until it's over and you can see them once again.
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Dating Sim
Eeeeekk!! It's Adrienette April time! I'm sooo excited to write for this month <3. I hope you're also excited to read my prompts for this month. Please let me know what you think :D
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Adrien yawned softly, stretching his arms above his head as he approached his classroom.
It was early. Too early.
His dad had forced him up at the crack of dawn for a morning photo shoot and right now, he would kill to be back in bed. One of these days, Adrien swore, he was going to convince his father to let him give up modeling.
Hah, right. Like that would ever happen.
Adrien snickered quietly to himself as he strode down the abandoned hallway and the practically silent building as he entered his classroom.
Upon turning the doorknob, he blinked in surprise at the sight of someone already in class.
It wasn’t just anyone either. It was Marinette. The girl who had most likely been late to her birth.
She was hunched over her desk, her attention glued to her phone In fact, Adrien was certain that she hadn’t even noticed his arrival with how focused she was. Her nose was scrunched adorably and her pretty pink lips were pursed in a pout as she glared down at her phone.
Marinette huffed loudly, her brow furrowing even further as her cheeks puffed out in annoyance. Her fingers tapped loudly on her phone screen and Adrien simply could not resist leaning closer to her.
His shoulder brushed faintly against hers as a small chuckle left his lips. “What are you doing here so early, Marinette?”
“D’AH!” she screamed, jumping about ten feet in the air. Her phone jumped with her and she flailed for it, fumbling it between her fingers before finally catching it safely.
She let out a relieved sigh after doing so before whipping to face him, her blue eyes practically blazing with a flaming fury. “Hey! What on earth were you thinki-,” Marinette trailed off, her cheeks burning into a deep, rosy red as their noses almost bumped together. She squeaked, scrambling back away from him, only barely managing not to fall off her seat. Adrien bit back the quiet sigh that would have left his lips as he instantly missed the warmth of her shoulder against his.
“A-Adrien! H-hello. What doing are here? I-I mean what are you doing here?”
“I asked you first.” His eyes twinkled at her with amusement.
“O-Oh, right,” Marinette chuckled sheepishly, tucking a stray strand of hair that had fallen out of her pigtails back behind her ear. She closed her eyes, sucking in a deep breath before giving him a small smile. “I actually woke up early today because I wanted to spend more time with this new game I got absolutely addicted to.”
“Ooh, what game?” Adrien moved to sit next to her, scooting closer. He intentionally bumped his shoulder against hers as he leaned in to look down at her phone screen. “Is it Ultimate Mecha Strike? I didn’t know that was on mobile now.”
Marinette’s eyes widened, her lips parting as she seemed to forget how to breathe. He caught a brief flash of her screen before she seemed to snap back into reality, quickly turning it off before Adrien could see much more than a glimpse.
He didn’t believe it possible but her cheeks had turned an even darker shade of red as he glanced up at her.
“N-Nothing!” she stuttered.
Well, that reaction certainly told Adrien that it was, undoubtedly, something. And something big if Marinette was hiding it from him.
Adrien couldn't help but be intrigued by Marinette's reaction. Her sudden flustered demeanor only added fuel to his curiosity. "Come on, Marinette," he teased, nudging her playfully with his elbow. "You can't hide it from me forever. What kind of game is it? What if I want to play it?"
Marinette squirmed in her seat, a nervous giggle escaping her lips. "It's just... a silly little game, nothing special. Trust me, it isn’t something you’d play," she insisted, but her attempt at nonchalance only made Adrien more determined to find out.
"Ah, come on, don't leave me hanging like this," he urged, flashing her a charming smile. "How do you know I won’t like it unless I know what it is first?"
Marinette seemed to freeze for a moment, blinking at him in surprise before throwing her head back in a loud laugh. Adrien’s heart thumped louder as he listened to her guffaw. A smile tugged at his lips as he leaned back to watch her slap her hand against her desk as she practically rolled with laughter.
Suddenly, he was positively delighted with the fact that his father had woke him up early to go to a photo shoot. Anything would be worth it to hear Marinette giggle like this.
Finally, after gasping in a few deep breaths and wiping a tear from her eye, she turned to him.
And wow. Had Marinette ever looked at him like that before?
Her smile was positively wicked as she reached to turn her phone back on, this time showing it to him directly.
“It’s the newest otome game from one of my favorite developers,” Marinette snickered. “Alya reminded me that it came out yesterday so I’ve been devouring it today. Still think you’re interested?”
Adrien blinked down at the handsome blonde on her screen in surprise. His cheeks reddened even as his chest seemed to tighten uncomfortably ever so slightly.
Clearing his throat, he rubbed at his stomach, wondering aloud, “O-otome game?”
“Yeah, you know like, um...” she trailed off, nibbling at her lip before snapping her fingers. “A dating sim!’
“So you’re dating this guy then?” He frowned, the uncomfortable feeling in his chest worsening.
“Not for real, silly!” Marinette giggled, shaking her head before blushing. “I-I mean i-it’s just a game. I-It’s not real, of course. I-I only play for the story anyway.”
“Oh,” Adrien said, blinking back down at her phone screen as he shook away the last vestiges of the peculiar feeling. “So what’s the story like then?”
Her eyes brightened as she tapped back into the game. “So you play as the main heroine who suddenly realizes that she has powers that you can’t understand or control, right? And, as you slowly learn more about them you um, meet the male leads.” Marinette shot a quick glance over at him before darting it straight back to her phone screen. “A-anyway they help her understand that she isn’t the only one with powers and are taking her to this school where she can learn even more.”
All of a sudden, Marinette huffed, drumming her fingers angrily at her desk. “Or, at least they would if my cards were strong enough to beat this stupid level.”
“Cards?” Adrien asked, tilting his head.
“Oh, yeah I almost forgot to mention! The cards are the main part of the game!” She tapped on the screen, taking them to an entirely different menu as she pushed the phone closer to him. “You pull here for cards with the gems you have. You want the cards with the highest stars because those do the most damage.”
“Like a gacha game!” He grinned, feeling his stomach flutter happily at the beam Marinette gave him.
“Exactly!” She snapped her fingers excitedly. “So every event that comes around makes you want to spend more money than you should ever be spending on a game.”
Adrien chuckled, brushing his fingers through his hair. “I know the feeling.”
“So,” Marinette started, her devilish smile coming back as she leaned closer to him. A mischievous twinkle sparkled in her bright blue eyes. “Still think you’re interested in playing?”
“Mmm, maybe.” He leaned in closer to her, his thigh brushing against hers. “I’ve always wanted to fulfill my dreams of being a magical girl.”
Marinette laughed, sending a shiver of satisfaction down his spine. “Alright, Sailor Moon, the game is called Fantasy Hearts: Academy of Legends. Feel free to play to your heart’s content.”
“Oh, I intend to. Might even get farther in the story than you.”
Her eyes narrowed playfully. “I’d love to see you try. I’ve already got three five stars.”
The sound of a backpack falling to the floor had the two springing away from each other, staring up in surprise as Alya smirked down at the two of them. “Am I interrupting something?”
“N-no! W-we were just talking about the new game you showed me last night.” Marinette shook her head, waving her arms in front of her. “R-right, Adrien?”
“Y-yeah,” his voice cracked and he winced internally. Clearing his throat, he moved to stand up from Marinette’s seat, ready to head back over to his own seat. “We were just um discussing Fantasy Hearts.”
Alya’s smirk grew impossibly wider. “Oh, yes, I’m certain that’s exactly what you were interested in talking to Marinette about, sunshine. I’m sure Fantasy Hearts: Academy of Legends is the perfect game for you.”
“Right, well.” Adrien gave a smile that probably looked more like a grimace. “I should probably head back to my desk now since Mlle. Bustier should be here shortly.”
Alya snickered as he practically scurried back to his desk where a beaming Nino greeted him. He wiggled his eyebrows at him but Adrien simply ignored it, pulling out his notebook as he tried to ignore his flaming cheeks.
As much as he wished to be back up still talking with Marinette about literally anything, it was time to pay attention to class. Maybe they’d be able to talk after class?
Sneaking a quick look behind him, he caught Marinette’s eye and gave her a crooked smile which she responded to with a deep blush and a small wave.
As Mlle. Bustier strode through the open door, Adrien refocused his attention on the lesson, his mind occasionally drifting back to the conversation with Marinette. A smile drifted across his lips as he began taking down notes. Yep, today was already shaping up to be a great day.
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Hello.:) can i have a request with JJ maybank and sister(maybe 5 or6) reader where she asking him that why they never see their dad & why is JJ with her all the time. Thank you!
"JJ, I have a question." Y/N says, walking up to where he's waxing his surfboard.
"What?" He asks, sparing a glance at her, but keeping his focus on his board.
"Why aren't we ever with daddy?" She asks making JJ freeze.
"Why, uh... why do you ask?" JJ asks.
"Well... most of the other kids have daddies who are there. Others don't know where theirs are and two kids say their daddies or in Heaven. One kid says his daddy's in Hell. And most of them have, uh... um... stepfathers. But I know where my daddy is and we never see him. Why?"
"Why are you asking this all of a sudden?" JJ asks.
"I wanna know." Y/N says.
"Look..." JJ heavily sighs as he crouches in front of her. He pulls her closer and tucks a stray hair that escaped from her pigtail behind her ear. "Our dad isn't the best person."
"Why not?" Y/N asks, a confused frown on her face.
"Well, he--" JJ stops, trying to think of talk to her about this, not wanting to explain abuse to his five year old sister. Luke's never touched her and she's never seen JJ get hit. Whenever she questions his bruises, he always blames it on clumsiness or a fight with a kook.
"He... he's mean. He says things and does things that can hurt you." JJ says.
"Like what?" Y/N asks.
"Like... he just says really mean things that aren't true. And he throws things sometimes. It's really scary to be around and it's bad. Nobody should be like that. So that's why we live with John B." JJ explains.
"Is that why you're with me all the time?" Y/N asks.
"Yeah. Yeah, I like making sure you're safe. It's why you don't have unsupervised playdates or ever go to dad's house. We are both much safer here." JJ tells her.
"Right. Will he ever stop being mean?" Y/N asks.
"It doesn't seem to be going that way." JJ weakly smiles.
"Well, I... I was mostly asking to know, but... but, um... there's this daddy/daughter dance thing this weekend and... and the other kids -- who have daddies, anyway -- were all excited and I... I felt kind of left out." She tells him, looking down and messing with her fingers.
"Oh." JJ mumbles. He frowns, knowing how much it sucks to be the one without any parent for those kinds of things. "Well, um... you want me to go with you? I know I'm not technically your dad, but I do all the dad things. You know? I know it isn't not really the same, but it's something, hm?"
"You do dad things?" Y/N asks.
"Yeah. Yeah, you know, I take care of you. I taught you how to swim, I make sure you're getting whatever food you can. I was probably more excited than you when you lost your first tooth." He chuckles. "When you're ready I'll teach you how to ride a bike and all that other fun stuff. You're not dating until you're 30. That's all dad stuff. All the things our actual dad should be here for, but isn't, so I do it." He says making her quietly giggle.
"So... can I do you the honor of taking you to this daddy-daughter dance?" JJ asks. Y/N grins and nods. She hugs him and JJ hugs her back.
"I love you." Y/N tells him.
"I love you, too, kiddo." JJ says, kissing the side of her head.
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Eddie teaching reader how to suck him off but reader is all self conscious but it's all cute and sweet
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eddie munson x reader
notes/warnings: 18+ pls! soft dominant!eddie, swearing, a blowjob, weed & mentions of alcohol
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Being best friends with Eddie has its perks. Free weed, a ride to school everyday, constant sleep overs and movie nights, the whole nine yards. You both found peace in each other. Him being able to distract you from your house full of younger siblings and parents on the verge of divorce and you being one of the only people to willingly want to be his friend and talk to him. You knew everything about each other. Well, not everything. You'd been keeping a small, silly secret from Eddie, afraid that he'd make fun of you for it for the next few months. The secret? You'd never given a blowjob before. Sure you'd hooked up with guys, but it's never come down to doing that. They always wanted to please you. Which you're not complaining about, but you want to do it at least once so you know what you're doing just in case a guy actually does ask for one.
Tonight was no different than any other Friday night at Eddie's trailer. You two watching some shitty movies and being so stoned you think you're hearing shapes. The two of you giggling about god knows what and talking about literally any and everything.
"Hey Eddie," you giggled "I've got a confessionnnn."
He gave you a concerned look, but laughed along with you. "Lay it on me princess." What came out of your mouth next was not what he was expecting at all.
"I've never.....sucked a guy off." And just like that you realized that the shapes were gone and now you were left horrified awaiting his response.
"Really? Why?" He had a serious, yet intrigued look on his face. Not the response you were expecting.
"I don't know it's just...i've never been asked t— wait...why aren't you making fun of me right now?" you questioned.
"Oh no believe me i'm going to, i'm just curious. So you mean to tell me, that out of all the guys you've hooked up with, none of them wanted a blowjob???"
You shook your head no.
"Freaks. They don't know what they're missing."
"What's it like?" you were expecting him to just explain in detail what happens, but his answer made your stomach flip upside down.
"Want me to teach you? I could use one anyway, been a while." You stared blankly at him for the next couple of seconds before he spoke again, "You don't have to if you don't want to, I just figured we could kill two birds with one stone." He shrugged, sitting back into the couch getting comfy again as if what he just asked you was a simple yes or no question.
"U-Um...sure." You stuttered.
He sat up again and moved closer to where you were sitting, grabbing your arms tightly. "Are you really sure? I don't want you to feel pressured." He's suddenly nervous about this, realizing how this could possibly change your friendship. Sure you guys have shared kisses before, but they were only for dares or if you both were drunk. It didn't bother either of you, and you never had a complaint, he was a phenomenal kisser.
"Yea. Let's do it." He gave you a kiss on your cheek after your response before guiding you to the floor in front of him and you blush at the feeling of being on your knees for thee Eddie Munson. Although this would probably be something you both put in the back of your minds after it's over, you still wanted to please him to your best ability, otherwise you'd never want to show your face here again.
Your nerves began to kick in as he started to undo his belt. The sound of the metals from his rings and belt clinking was something you'd never thought would turn you on. He watches your face in awe, smirking and getting hard at the sight of you on your knees for him. "C'mere for a sec sweetheart." He pulls you up onto his lap so you're straddling him and brushes your hair out of your face, tucking it behind your ear. Both of his hands rest on the sides of your face and he slowly pulls you in for a kiss. The cold of his rings clashes with the warmth of your cheeks, sending a shiver down your back, making you unintentionally grind on him. He lets out a hum as he gets fully hard and brings his hands down to your hips to guide your movements for a couple more minutes. Breaking the kiss, his hands come up to cup your face once more.
"As much as I'd love to see and feel you ride me, we have something else to do."
He lifts you up so he can pull down his jeans and boxers as you get back down onto the floor. You look absolutely angelic to him right now, so sweet, somewhat innocent and so, so beautiful. Your eyes widen at his size, causing your nerves to kick in and him to smirk. His hand comes around to your neck, slightly gripping to bring you forward.
"This might sound kinda silly, but just think of it as sucking a popsicle." he explains. "Just spit in your hand first and rub it around to lube it up a little. Kinda hurts if it's dry."
You nod, doing as he says, taking him in your hand, pumping a few times to rub your saliva around before bringing your mouth forward. As your lips wrap around him you hear him groan, causing you to stop, fearing you already did something wrong. "Go ahead, it's okay." You begin to take him deeper into your mouth and as you begin to go back up, your teeth slightly scrape him and he lets out a hiss.
"Oh fuck I'm so sorry. That's so embarassing god I'm sorry, Eddie." You blush in embarrassment as you sit back onto your heels, debating if you should stop. "M-maybe this was a mistake." At this point you're too embarassed to even look at him.
"Relaaaxx, Y/N, I don't expect you to be a porno star your first time. Just...don't use your teeth that's all. I'm okay, all good I promise." He says, rubbing your face to comfort you. You slowly go back to where you were before, and take him in your mouth once more, without teeth of course. This time, you slowly begin to suck him and he immediately grips your hair into a ponytail, wanting to just shove you down, but he just leaves it there, not wanting to take control just yet. You get into a comfortable rhythm and begin to pick up the pace, causing him to let out a moan. "Just like that, sweetheart. Doing so good." You feel his grip on your hair get tighter and his thighs tense up, causing you to hum, which nearly sends him over the edge.
You decide to try and swirl your tongue around as you suck, and boy did that nearly do it too, as he twitches in your mouth and his breath starts to hitch. "K-Keep going. Fuck just like that." His grip is still tight around your hair, tempted to take full control at this point. As if you read his mind, you slowly take all of him into your mouth, reaching the back of your throat causing you to gag. This sensation sends him into outer space, his dick twitches once more, and he lets out the hottest moans as he gets closer and closer to euphoria. A wave of confidence floods through you and you do it again, picking up the pace, adding your hand to the mix to jerk him off as you come up to his tip and direct your focus there. You taste his precum, humming once more.
"So close, sweetheart. Keep going." he begs.
You lock eyes with him as you suck and stroke him for a little longer, getting sloppier and messier each time. "Jesus Christ." His breathing sporadic, legs shaking as he groans and finally releases into your mouth. You swallow every last drop, releasing him with a 'pop' sound and kissing his tip.
"Still gonna make fun of me?" You smirk up at him as you wipe your mouth on your t-shirt.
He pulls up his boxers and brings you off the floor back onto his lap, gripping your jaw to make you look at him, desire in his eyes. "Not if you do that again sometime." He smirks, pulling your face in just milimeters from his, ghosting his thumb over your puffy lips. "So pretty. You did so good." he praises, kissing you gently.
I am melting k bye.
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Scaramouche x female reader
Sub reader
Fluff to smut
Oh how about one where he’s all scary but around the reader he’s soft until the reader makes him jealous ? She’s the light to his darkness
Maybe the reader can be smaller then him for head kisses?
Forgiveness
GENSHIN IMPACT Character x Fem!Reader Smut Stories
Word count: 1.5k
Characters: Scaramouche, Thoma(side character)
Pairings: Scaramouche x SubFem!Reader
Warnings: ⚠️ 18+ ONLY, MDNI ⚠️ oral, dacryphilia, slight possessiveness, gagging, hair pulling, biting, name-calling, praise, masturbation
Taglist @stygianoir
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Scaramouche
The moon hangs lazily in the night sky as you swing your feet forward from the edge of the bridge you are sitting on. As you let out a joyous giggle, your toes gently splash the cool water below, disturbing the panicked koi fish around you. The gentle evening breeze catches your hair as you tuck a strand of hair behind your ear, turning towards Thoma, who had been making you laugh with his cheery demeanor as you await your true lover, Scaramouche. You weren't exactly sure what had been taking Scaramouche so long. Still, you were grateful for Thoma's company, yet, unbeknownst to you, Scaramouche was eyeing the interaction between the two of you in the distance, and a chill shot up your spine.
Shivering, your teeth chatter, and you wrap your arms around yourself, "Are you cold, Y/N? Here. .take my jacket!" Thoma politely says, giving you a friendly grin as he passes you his jacket. Before you can even put it on, a hand shoots towards it and snatches it away, shoving it back towards Thoma, and the two of you are left speechless.
Cranking your head towards whoever was rude enough to pull something like that off, you are in shock. Standing before you is Scaramouche with a not-so-pleased look on his face as he scowls towards Thoma, "She's fine; she doesn't need your jacket," he says gruffly, eyeing Thoma up and down as if he were the very dirt beneath his shoes. Trying to grasp the situation, you glance back and forth between them, and you swear you see the lightning spark in their eyes as if they are battling for your reverence.
You never saw this side to Scaramouche, and in fact, it intimidated you. Taking a step back and feeling the tension in the air, you suck a breath between your teeth, "That's enough, you two," you declare candidly, pushing them away from each other. Standing your ground and placing your hands at your hips, your eyes cast a shadow of disappointment at the two men before you, "I'm a little bit astounded, Scara. You're not normally like this. I'm sorry, Thoma, I suppose Mr. Grumpy pants over here can't handle someone being nice to his partner," you say giving a scolding jab at Scaramouche. Still, Scara huffed and folded his arms across his chest in frustrated fuming bitterness, "We should get going now. Talk soon, Thoma!" you say, waving towards Thoma as you drag Scaramouche along.
The trek home was silent, yet you couldn't help but feel an emanating aura of irritation coming from Scaramouche as if it could burst at any moment. You were almost regretting taking a jab at him earlier. Feeling the awkward silence had you on edge, and you break it, "Want to talk about what happened earlier?" you ask him softly, taking care not to upset him further. Hearing him suck in a breath and sigh heavily, you turn your head towards him, yet he stays silent as if he is afraid to upset you, "O-okay, well, I'm here if you want to talk," you continue with furrowed brows.
Upon arriving at your shared home, Scaramouche is quick to make a beeline towards the front door, "W-wait. .Scara. Damnit. .," you call out towards him, following close behind. Yet once inside, he turns to you and closes the door, caging you between the front door and him, with no actual means of escape. The glint in his eyes is dangerous and ravenous, "Well, you're awfully close. ." you manage to say, fluttering your eyes down towards the ground to avoid his hungry gaze.
"As I should be. ." Scaramouche says, closing the gap between the two of you as he firmly presses his lips against yours and pulls away; he continues, "You are mine and mine alone," his hungry stare only becoming more desirous as he takes a section of your hair between his fingers, putting his lips to it. The butterflies in your stomach flutter rapidly, and your heartbeat quickens under his watchful lavender gaze. You can't help but snake your arms around Scaramouche's neck, kissing him abruptly, hopefully showing him how much he means to you.
Scaramouche growls into the kiss, sliding his tongue into your mouth as you part your lips for him eagerly. Resting his free hand on your thigh, his fingertips gently graze up your thigh, hiking up under your skirt. At a rhythmic pace, your tongues waltz around each other as you accept him fully, guiding his hand under your skirt until he barely grazes the outline of your panties, prompting you to let out a small moan in anticipation. Hooking his thumb under the side of your underwear, he tugs it away and then snaps it back against your skin, and you gasp, pulling away from the kiss in surprise, "S-Scara. ." you pant, clutching onto the fabric on his chest.
"Be quiet. I'm not done with you yet. ." Scaramouche seethes, leaning down into the nape of your neck, giving it a long lick, and you shudder under him. His teeth graze your sensitive flesh as he continues to play with the edge of your panties, and as he bites down, he slips a finger down towards your clit, beginning to rub at it painfully slow. Already wet from anticipation, Scaramouche pulls away from your neck, "You're already so wet. .you were expecting this weren't you? Such a slut. First Thoma, now this? Tsk. .just what shall I do with you?" he scrutinizes, giving your neck another long slow lick as he licks over his claim mark, the warmth of his tongue cause the butterflies in the pit of your stomach to go ballistic as they long to burst out.
"Sc-scara, p-please. .if you're going to fuck me, just do it a-alre-"
"I said be quiet!" Scaramouche snaps as he shoves his index finger into your slick cunt, his palm massaging against your clit as you grind into his hand, moaning softly. Nudging his finger towards your sweet spot, your body lurches forward from pleasure, unable to control your moans, and Scaramouche smirks, "That's my girl. Show me you belong to only me," he says menacingly sweet as he grins wickedly at you. You can't help but cling to him as you lower your head towards his chest, feeling defeated, your soft moans growing ever louder. Finally, he removes his hand from your wet cunt; a slick, glistening, sticky mess is all over his fingers, and he puts it up to your mouth, grazing your lips with his thumb, "Lick them clean," he demands.
"Y-yes, sir," you say, opening up your mouth willingly, eagerly even. You gently take each wet finger into your mouth one by one, lapping up every last drop of your slick. You take special care, slowly thrusting his fingers in and out of your mouth as he gazes at you with lust. Finally popping the last finger from your mouth, you lick your lips clean, still drunk from his touch and wanting nothing more than to please him, "Let me show you that you're the only one for me~," you muse, starting to unbuckle his belt, feeling the tightness of his shorts from his hardened cock, longing to be free. Releasing his manhood from its prison, it twitches in your hand, and Scaramouche groans as you get on your knees.
"Yes, baby. .suck it for me," he coos, wrapping his fingers into your hair as he tugs it, making you look up so he can admire your flushed look. Your cheeks were dusted pink, and you have still been panting. Opening your mouth for him, you stick your tongue out, ready to taste his thick girth, "Look at you, so eager and waiting, such a marvelous slut you are," Scaramouche says, tugging at your hair tighter, pushing your face into his cock, your mouth finding it quickly.
Taking him in slowly, you groan into him, and his grip on your hair grows as Scaramouche shoves you further onto his cock, causing you to gag. Guiding your head, Scaramouche pulls you away, giving you brief room to breathe, and then pushes your head back onto his dick, and tears are now streaking down your face as you struggle to breathe but eagerly want to please him. You can feel the length of his cock hitting the back of your throat as his cock twitches, "Hngg. .that's it, just like that, baby. You're taking me so well, just look at the face you're making," he teases, groaning with each rough thrust.
Eventually, unable to take his ruthless thrusts, you slide your fingers down your panties, wanting equal pleasure. Finding your clit with ease, your eyes roll to the back of your head in a messy display of overstimulation, and Scaramouche growls, pleased with your tear-soaked face, "So beautiful you are, that's my girl," he coos as you finger yourself, feeling yourself tip over the edge in a grand finale. Your moans are muffled from his cock, the vibrations causing him to let out a long groan as his seed hits the back of your throat, "Hnngg, yes baby, well done!" Scaramouche praises, releasing his cock from your mouth, and in doing so, you gasp for air, a strand of saliva and cum hangs from your lips and the tip of his dick.
"I forgive you."
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