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neverendingford · 4 months
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#so I have officially been to a club/bar now#tag talk#it was a country bar which was actually cool cause they played like. actual old country none of the post-9/11 shit#except everything else about it was ugh awful. music too loud drinks FUCKING EXPENSIVE holy shit stay home and drink instead pleaseeee#it was a work thing but none of my coworkers I'm friends with actually knew what they were doing so while I wasn't actual awkward they were#and the thing about social interaction is that if no one knows what they're doing it's not very fun#I grabbed someone and started a pool game because the table was open and both of us were absolute garbage at the game#but I was laughing about it and they were like... apologetic about being bad?? d#I did have the classic experience though where your friends disappear and you end up alone because you don't know where they went#all in all an interesting experience but not one I'm eager to repeat.#I did get invited to someone's Christmas Eve Party though which is cool and they gave me their number to make sure I have the info#so probably worth going just for that I think. got their phone number so we can communicate so that's like. successful social connection.#we're already friendly at work but easier to talk to someone when you're both not busy on the opposite side of the store with customers#anyway. who tf out going to clubs. awful environment.#I was like.. twenty percent of the way to being comfortable going out and dancing but hard to just swallow your hesitation#and a) alcohol as liquid courage is hmm not ideal and b) it was expensive anyway#oh well. it'll take more time to come out of my shell and I'd literally never been to a bar/club before in my life.#so I'll have some patience with myself and not be annoyed with how I could have done better or been more confident.#literally totally new environment. also... country music was nice but not a group of people I could really be comfortable around yaknow?#Lotta old white straight couples dancing the country two-step so I didn't really feel like I fit in.#anyway. interesting experience. neat to have. if I ever have a reason to go to a bar again I'll know more about what to expect#also... no one carded me. no one asked for ID? aren't they supposed to#oh wait. comment about the yodeling cause it was actual old country but they didn't do the voice register changes for it#I was like WAIT ARE THEY GONNA YODEL FOR REAL??? but then he didn't he just jumped intervals without shifting voice.#was a little disappointing but maybe a lot to expect from a random stage show at a bar.#wait wait I'm also proud of myself because the bartender asked open or closed and my mind scrambled for half a second to figure it out#but then I realized it meant open tab or closed tab like ordering more drinks and then paying at the end and so obviously closed#cause I ain't buying more than the one drink holy fuck it was so expensive also they mix them way stronger than I like#I like my drink weak ass and pathetic. alcohol is like spice I like a little to taste but not a lot. complimentary not overpowering#I drank it and then remembered I never ate lunch so I was like fuck and immediately went and ate something (work party so free food)
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vigilantesyd · 4 months
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mariocki · 10 months
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Infinite list of favourite lyrics: 222/?
John Cale - Dying on the Vine (1985)
"Who could sleep through all that noisy chatter?
The troops, the celebrations in the sun.
The authorities say my papers are all in order
And if I wasn't such a coward
I would run.
I'll see you when all the shooting's over;
Meet me on the other side of town.
Yes, you can bring all your friends along for protection,
It's always nice to have them hanging around.
I was thinking about my mother,
I was thinking about what's mine.
I was living my life like a Hollywood,
But I was dying, dying on the vine."
#favourite lyrics#john cale#dying on the vine#larry sloman#1985#artificial intelligence#coming at a time of intense productivity (recording three albums in a little over a year‚ as well as producing work by former bandmate Nico#and others) as well as professional frustration‚ as his sparse experimental work failed to gain a popular audience‚ Artificial Intelligence#was a sort of last stab at commercial releasing for Cale; returning to a more accessible pop sound characterised by drum machines and synth#overlays‚ Cale worked with a cowriter‚ Sloman‚ to produce typically avant garde music within a more radio friendly framework#the result wasn't particularly successful‚ and afaik this first single from the album didn't even chart here in the uk#a pity‚ because I'd count it among his very best works (and I'm not alone; the song has had a slow reappraisal and is now generally#considered one of his finest of this era). a despondent‚ gloomy study of one man's annihilation‚ draped in several layers of allegory;#the vine can be read as a fairly literal metaphor (fruit left too long without harvest spoiling)‚ or as a reference to his then home on the#intersection between hollywood blvd and vine street in LA‚ a then rundown area rife with drug abuse and criminal activity; or as a nod to#Cale's struggles with alcoholism in this period (as well as a cocaine habit; his daughter was born soon after the release of this album‚ as#a result of which he retreated from the music business for a while and kicked his addictions).#some have pointed to the quoted verse‚ apparently about an authoritarian state‚ as being inspired by Cale's love of the literature of#Graham Greene‚ and there are some other parallels earlier in the song; mostly tho this is about a moment of crisis‚ of Cale at rock bottom#surveying where he was at in his life at that point and realising he needs to change (just as possible to read the authoritarian state as#every day life‚ with the troops regular people living their noisy lives around him and Cale's temptation to 'run' as a metaphor for suicide#who knows. whatever he's saying‚ there's an awful‚ beautiful melancholy to the near lilt in his voice as he ponders 'I was thinking#about my mother..' an incredible work from an under appreciated artist who‚ happily‚ beat his demons and stayed sober
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waterparksdrama · 2 years
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also about that "conspiracy theory" lets not forget that the album was announced and he said it was 80% done before they even announced they were with fbr, so while they might be responsible for some changes, its lowkey weird that parxies are claiming the lack of quality, fun, etc in this era is fbr's fault
to be fair, he also could’ve been stretching the truth a little bc there’s clearly some shit going on at the bottom of the progress board he posted in march
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sims-himbo · 8 months
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THE SIMS 4: BARBIE Legacy Challenge!
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oh hi there! i haven't posted here in a while, but i just watched the barbie movie a few days ago and needless to say, it is now my entire personality. so here's my first ever legacy challenge based on barbie's many, many careers and achievements!
apologies in advance, this challenge uses a lot of packs! i'm sorry! i might try to make a base game version at some point
portuguese translation by @demaciana-sims
sims 3 version by @appaloosawhims
challenge rules below the cut
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All heirs must be female and named Barbie. (non-heir children may have any name)
You may use the freerealestate cheat for your first house, but try not to use money cheats after that!
You are allowed and encouraged to use lot traits and rewards to boost skill gain, anything that’s in-game is fair game.
Packs you will need:
EPs: Get To Work, City Living, Cats & Dogs, Get Famous, Island Living
GPs: Spa Day*, Parenthood
Optional packs (for the optional generations):
EPs: University, Cottage Living, Horse Ranch
GPs: Strangerville
*You only need Spa Day for the High Maintenance trait in one of the generations and nothing else, so it's fine to skip out on it.
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You've been raised with traditional values: find a good man, start a family, be a homemaker... But you want your children to aim higher, so you'll make sure to set them up for success.
Complete Successful Lineage aspiration
Max Parenting and Cooking skills
Have at least 3 kids and 1 pet, each child must complete at least one child aspiration and they must all max out their grades in school
Must have Family-Oriented trait
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Your mother was happy staying at home, but not you. You're ready to fight your way to the top and make enough money to support your family for generations to come.
Complete Fabulously Wealthy aspiration
Max Charisma and Logic skills
Max Business career (Investor branch)
Must have Ambitious trait
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Your family is pretty wealthy, so you've used your funds to open up your very own vet clinic and follow your dreams of being surrounded by furry little guys all day! But it might be more difficult than you thought...
Complete Friend of the Animals aspiration
Max Veterinarian skill
Run a 5-star vet clinic
Have at least 3 pets and be good friends with all of them
Must have either Cat Lover or Dog Lover trait
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You grew up surrounded by pets, and you now want to explore even more of the animal kingdom... So you're going underwater! What magical secrets will you discover on your journey?
Must live in Sulani
Complete Beach Life aspiration
Max Conservationist career (Marine Biologist branch)
Become a mermaid
Max Logic and Fitness skills
Must have Child of the Ocean trait
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Your mother had an almost supernatural level of fitness at sea, so now you've been inspired to master fitness on land! You're determined to reach your full potential in physical performance and become a world class champion.
Join Cheer or Football team as a teenager and reach highest level
Complete Bodybuilder aspiration
Max Fitness and Charisma skills
Max Athlete career (Athlete branch)
Must have Active trait
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Your family has achieved many, many accolades, and you've set out to capture all of it in an epic Tell-All novel that you spend your entire life writing!
Complete Bestselling Author aspiration
Max Writing skill
Write Book Of Life and bind it to your parent, use it to successfully bring them back from a premature death
Must have Creative trait
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Movie stardom is the next logical step for your lineage, so you set out to conquer the silver screen. Will you catapult the family name into even greater heights, or will it now be associated with infamy?
Complete Master Actress aspiration
Max Acting skill
Must reach at least Proper Celebrity status
Must have a secret affair with a fellow Actor!
Must have High Maintenance trait
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As the child of a successful actress, people may roll their eyes and immediately write you off as yet another nepo-baby trying to start a music career... So you must prove them all wrong by becoming a proper rockstar!
Complete World Famous Celebrity aspiration
Max Singing skill
Max skill in at least 2 instruments
Max Entertainer career (Musician branch)
Must have Music Lover trait
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What's next after conquering so many careers and reaching worldwide fame for the family name? World domination, of course! Become the greatest Leader this nation has ever seen!
Complete Mansion Baron aspiration
Max Politician career (Politician branch)
Max Charisma skill
Must have Self-Assured trait
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Now that you've conquered the world, it's time to venture out into Space! There's so much to explore out there, and Barbie must leave her mark all across the galaxy.
Complete Nerd Brain aspiration
Max Logic and Rocket Science skills
Go to SIXAM at least once and bring a souvenir
Must have Genius trait
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Still want more? Here's some extra Barbies that you can play with!
Countryside Barbie
Complete Country Caretaker aspiration
Max Gardening skill
Must make all money from gardening, farming, wine making, etc. No day job!
Must own a horse and have it max every skill
Must have Animal Enthusiast trait
Army General Barbie
Must live in Strangerville
Complete Strangerville Mystery aspiration
Max Logic and Charisma skills
Max Military career (Either branch)
Must have Erratic trait
Scientist Barbie
Complete Nerd Brain aspiration
Max Scientist Career
Be abducted by Aliens at least once
Must have Genius trait
Ultimate Barbie
Set lifespan to long
Complete at least 2 child aspirations
Complete Renaissance Sim AND Academic aspirations
Max 10 skills
Have 12 or more traits
Graduate from college
Reach the top of any career
Have a house worth 1 Million Simoleons
Have at least 5 kids and max your relationship with all of them
that's about it! if you play this, please use #sims barbie legacy
have fun:)
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j-0ne25 · 4 months
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SECRET SECRET — [18+!]
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Chan sighs, “What if… one day, being just friends with you… isn’t enough for me anymore?”
“When will one day be?”
He blinks. Maybe there’s a chance for a happy ending. Maybe.
“It’s been for a few years,” he confesses.
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🎸 SYNOPSIS: In order to get rid off the ridiculous crush you have on your best friend Chan, you decide to project all those feelings on an unreachable celebrity, rockstar CB97, instead to protect your stupid heart. But little do you know that these two guys might be closer than expected. When you get invited by 3RACHA’s company to edit their newest music video, suspicions finally pop up in your head.
🎤 CONTENT INFO: chan x afab reader, rockstar chan, video editor reader, smut/fluff/tiniest bit of angst, best friends to lovers, mutual pining, idiots to lovers, reader is a 3RACHA simp especially for CB97 but doesn’t know it’s chan, jisung being president of baboracha (once again), part of the TOPLINE universe but can be read as a standalone, warnings and smut tags under the cut
🎫 WORD COUNT: 9.3K
📷 CONTENT WARNING: mention of obsessive fans/sasaengs and the dangers that come with being a public figure, lying and keeping secrets
⛓️ SMUT: dom/sub dynamics, protected sex, corruption kink, praise, reader gets called baby, good girl, sweetheart etc.
The characters do not portray any of the skz members in real life, the names are just used for fiction. Minors do not interact, this post contains mature topics. By reading you consent to nsfw content and agree that you have read all the warnings above carefully.
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You let your bag sink down next to your chair, after placing your hot tea on the table. It’s always so calm in the morning, going to the office. Maybe that’s why you’ve chosen to start working in the earlier hours these past weeks. It helps you focus, keeps you calm before the building gets filled with busy people.
Your job is great. You love it—it’s everything you’ve ever wanted. After having relatives and friends trying to keep you from studying something creative, telling you to get a stable job instead—whatever that is in this economy—you’ve always stuck to your plans and dreams. And now you’re here—working as a video editor for a big company.
It’s fun. It really is. Your job is great. Mostly. Rather in theory. Unfortunately, it’s a bit different in reality, you’ve learnt that over the years. Sure, you’re still doing creative things but you have to stay focused on what customers want and most of them have a very specific vision.
Just like right now, you’re editing a few more scenes of an artist that just debuted and went through the roof with their album. But it’s not your type of music. You’ve always wanted to produce videos that are cinema worthy, that are their own special movie, that tell a story even if you turn off the melody of the song they’re portraying.
But this hasn’t happened so far.
Until you, still busy in your office, receive a mail from your boss.
Date: 01/12/23 Artist: 3RACHA Song: Gemstone
Fuck. You have to sit down for a bit. But you’re already seated. Your head gets dizzy, vision blurry. Overwhelming thoughts are streaming through your system.
3RACHA. Fucking 3RACHA. The indie band you’ve been listening to for over a year now. One could say that they gained success pretty quickly although that’s not right. They worked hard for what they are today and have improved themselves a lot in less than eighteen months.
Shit. You’re usually not a big fangirl. Well, that is wrong. You are. Everyone is. You are to a healthy amount—at least you believe so. Your friends might contradict that, especially when it’s about your affection to 3RACHA.
But they’ve helped you so much. Their lyrics warmth you on the coldest days, their tunes made you find a light in the dark and their overall personality—from what you know as a fan—made you feel confident throughout times that were filled with lots of insecurities.
And you have the chance to meet them. You can’t believe this is happening. You pinch yourself and realise it’s not a dream. You’re so shocked, you can’t even let out a little scream, although a bright smile is plastered all over your face.
You should text your best friend first. Tell him about it. He’s not the biggest fan of the band—which you can’t understand at all—but he’s happy when you’re happy so you’re sure he will be almost as excited as you are.
Grabbing your phone that’s lying next to your tea on the table, you open the messenger app and start typing.
[You 07:48]: YOU WON’T BELIEVE IT!!
[You 07:48]: I am actually losing my mind wtf
[You 07:48] Oh Lord I think I am hyperventilating shiiiit 😭😭
The three little dots appear and stay there for a while until you get a reply.
[Channie 🦘 07:49]: First of all, good morning. Second of all, I’m fine Y/N, thank you. How are you? Third of all, Jesus Christ, learn how to send one single message with multiple sentences it’s not that hard 😭
You can’t hold back a giggle. That is so typically him.
[You 07:50]: I’m sorry bub :((( didn’t want to upset you
Usually, Chan isn’t annoyed about stuff like this. But you’re still sorry you overwhelmed him a bit. You totally forgot how fucking early it is.
[Channie 🦘 07:52]: You didn’t, don’t worry, baby ❤️ so, do you want to tell me why you texted me?
Okay. Good. Well, except for the pet name that always manages to make your knees go weak. But now that you made sure everything is fine, you can finally drop the best announcement of the whole century. With one message, though.
[You 07:53] I am going to edit the video of the newest song of the one and only 3RACHA!!!! CAN YOU BELIEVE IT CHANNIE 😩🫠🥵🥵
Chan starts typing. He stops. He goes offline. Weird. You don’t read too much into it, as you check the mail another time. December 1st is already tomorrow. You wonder if someone else ditched them and you're solely the replacement but you don’t care.
A vibrating sound coming from your phone lets you snap your gaze back to the screen.
[Channie 🦘 07:56]: Oh that’s cool
Wow. No comment. You know he’s not quite convinced when it comes to your favourite artist. But Chan knows how much you love the band. Can’t he at least pretend to care a little more?
Well, he does care. That was a bit unfair. Chan is your number one hype man. Which makes his current reaction a bit odd.
However, you still send the text you typed.
[You 07:57]: Cool??? COOL?? BRO i’m gonna meet fucking CB97 !!! HELLO?? A little more excitement please
He takes a little longer with replying again, so you focus on your work in front of you. You can’t believe it’s already happening tomorrow. Your favourite band. A new song they are about to publish. This is crazy.
[Channie 🦘 07:59]: I’ve told you before I am not their biggest fan
You sigh, leaning back in your seat, before you reply.
[You 08:00]: Yeah because you have no taste old man
[You 08:00]: You remember what him being shirtless for like 1 sec in their last MV did to me?? How am I supposed to survive meeting him irl 😩😩😩
Most of the time, Chan doesn’t react to you simping for your favourite one of the group. Perhaps, because he’s not interested in them. Or he doesn’t like fangirling or you fangirling.
But this is just you drowning in your own pathetic delusion. Simping for a bassist and singer is one thing, having hopeless feelings for the man you’re texting right now is a whole other world.
Yeah. It’s a cliché, really. You don’t even know when it happened but it did. But of course you had to fall in love with none other than Chan.
CB97 kind of reminds you of your best friend. It’s dumb, you know that. It’s just something about their general behaviour. Even their voices sound alike—from what you can tell, after all, the artist always wears a wolf's mask and no one knows what the members look underneath their face covers anyway.
However, they are similar. So, it’s always been easy to compensate for your real life feelings by having heart eyes for a famous person. It has helped you so far—by ignoring how your friend’s presence lets your pulse rush at the speed of light.
And maybe, just maybe, your feelings are the reason you've been crushing on the celebrity, in order to get over Chan instead, since 3RACHA’s leader can’t break your heart if he doesn’t even know you exist.
[Channie 🦘 08:01]: … 🤨
[Channie 🦘 08:02]: I am very happy for you though, Y/N ❤️ This is a great chance and I bet it’s gonna be amazing!
You sigh again. He’s trying his best and you don’t blame him. You know that he means it and that’s what you love the most about your best friend—he will always support any of your choices.
Well, maybe not the one that’s included in your following text…
[You 08:03]: not wanting to sound delusional but i’m praying a little for my personal Y/N-moment 🥰🥰 maybe he will fall in love with me 🤩
He goes offline then and you wonder if you’ve crossed a line. You dearly hope he can tell you aren’t being serious.
Or, are you?
[Channie 🦘 08:05]: [attached image]
You open the file, almost falling down the chair while laughing.
[You 08:06]: Did you just send me a Stock photo of grass???
[Channie 🦘 08:07]: Yeah, go touch it, you sound like a crazy person
Understandable. Why’s he so funny without even trying?
Oh, God. Y/N. Focus. It’s not the best combination—CB97 simping hours mixed together with you crushing on Chan.
[You 08:07]: … yeah i deserved that
It’s time to focus on work again. However, that is supposed to be possible. You’ll probably be unable to even fall asleep tonight.
[You 08:08]: Anyway, I’m gonna go back to editing.. love youuu 💕💕
Your phone vibrates another time and you quickly read your best friend’s message before you lay the device aside and direct your gaze to the screen in front of you.
[Channie 🦘08:08]:  Love you too baby ❤️
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The next day arrives faster than you would have expected. Between all the piled up working that’s always occuring during the last month of the year and all the other errands you have to run—such as shopping Christmas presents or preparing your apartment for all the upcoming festive dinners with friends and family—it’s understandable that time seems to fly by.
With another tea in one of your hands, phone in the other and your bag over your shoulder, you’ve made it out the subway station, currently on your way to the building of 3RACHA’s company. Shit. Your heart seems to be pumping out of your chest and you realise now you should have opted for a caffeine free drink.
Nevertheless, you walk inside and towards the reception. The woman there tells you to sit in the waiting room and you do as you’re told, sinking down on one of those velvety chairs. You pick out your phone, realising you’re more than twenty minutes too early here. But better than being late, right?
Fuck. You’re feel like you’re hyperventilating again. Your palms are sweaty and your knees are weak, a typical sign of nervousness spreading all over your body. You can feel your pulse rushing through your system, as you try to push away all those negative thoughts about the upcoming meeting.
What if they’re not as kind as they seem to be in all those interviews you’ve watched? Don’t people say you should never meet your idol? What if they’re right?
Or worse—what if 3RACHA is actually as awesome as they seem to be and they think you're not cool? Or annoying? Or too much?
Oh, God. Calm down, Y/N. It’s gonna be fine. No doubt.
You decide to text Chan now, knowing he always manages to use the fitting words in situations like these. No matter if it is pure comfort or finding a solution together, your best friend always knows what to say to help you out of a rollercoaster ride of emotions.
So, you send him a message.
[You 12:37]: Channie… I am so nervous. What do I do?? What if they think I am annoying or stupid…
Another one follows, although you know he doesn’t like this type of texting.
[You 12:38]: I know I sometimes go overboard with my fangirling but I really admire them the most for their music… them not liking me would break my heart
Nervously, you stare at your screen. Your gaze flips up towards the reception from time to time, while you also check out all the doors that you see, waiting for someone to pick you up. You can’t wait anymore.
Buzz.
[Channie 🦘 12:40]: Baby, listen… it’s gonna be amazing, I promise. You’re the most talented video editor in this world and they wouldn’t have hired you if you weren’t. You’ve got the chance to meet your favourite artists so just try to not read too much into it. It’s gonna be fine ❤️
Fuck. He’s done it again. Chan just knows what’s right for you, what you need to hear when you don’t even know it.
That idiot makes you fall in love with him even more. Now that you’re about to meet CB97, you won’t be able to continue crushing on him the way you do. In that fangirl style. You’re sure you’ll still be admiring him but possibly in a different way, depending on how he is in real life.
It would be weird, right? Fantasising about that guy? Having explicit ideas and all?
God. You push those thoughts aside and decide to answer your friend instead.
[You 12:41]: Okay… thank you 💕 maybe we can get some ice cream after your shift? And I can tell you about it… unless I am annoying with it
Hopefully, Chan’s work will be over at that time. He told you he won’t be at his office for so long today, so meeting up and having him calm you down after sounds like a good idea.
[Channie 🦘 12:42]: Ice cream date it is! and you’re never annoying me, Y/N. I am happy to see you being happy and that’s all that counts. Fighting!! 🤞🏻
Okay. Good. You have something to look forward to, just in case that everything goes down the drain.
[You 12:43]: 🥺🥺🥰
Around fifteen minutes later, an employee calls out your name and brings you to a computer office, telling you to wait for the three musicians. Your heartbeat is still unreasonably fast but it’s gotten a little better. The thought of seeing Chan later really helped you ease your mind.
A clicking sound indicates that the door of the room is opening and a moment later, three men appear behind it. They bow and you do the same, before they sink down on the chairs that are surrounding the table you’re already sitting at.
Two of them—J.One and SpearB—take off their masks, complaining how warm it’s inside here despite the extremly cold weather outside. However, winter temperature doesn’t hold the youngest of them, their guitarist, back from drinking an iced americano. You’re surprised they revealed their faces so quickly. But then again, you had to lock away your phone in the beginning anyway. So, you won’t be able to take photos of them in secret—which you weren’t going to do. You’re a professional, no matter how big of a fan Y/N, the private person, is.
“I feel so honoured to be working for you,” you try to break the ice then.
The three of them give you a smile—except for CB97 since he is still wearing his mask. Weird. Maybe he’s caught a cold or simply doesn’t feel comfortable yet. He’s usually the most confident of the group, especially when it comes to showing off his body in music videos. Well, just give him some time.
3RACHA goes over their concept with you, explaining in detail which storyline and aesthetic they are going for. It sounds amazing. Incredible. It’s a miracle that these men aren’t only absolutely talented in anything music but also seem to have a clear vision of something that sounds as if it should be in a cinema. You seriously hope you will be able to live up to their expectations.
Time passes by, Jisung is ordering iced americanos after iced americanos for you online. He’s a funny guy—the two of you have instantly gotten along. He jokes around, encourages you to try stuff when it comes to editing and makes you sincere compliments for your skills. The same counts for Changbin. It feels as if he’s having quite a hard time taking his eyes off you. You seriously don’t want to read anything into it.
But the fact you’ve had some thoughts about these three that you now feel a little embarrassed about, doesn’t make it any easier sitting here with them. They are so attractive—not only look wise but mostly blamed on their incredible talent and the way they make you feel comfortable around them despite not really knowing you.
It’s as if you’ve known each other for years, as if you have been friends for some time, although you’re here for work reasons to edit their music video.
The only one who falls off that scheme is CB97. He hasn’t talked that much to you so far, only ever staying business related. He does take you seriously, it’s not like that but for some reason it feels as if he’s trying his best to avoid you.
It breaks your heart a little. Now being with them you know you weren’t really serious about waiting for your ‘Y/N-moment’ but it still stings a little that he’s doing anything to not speak to you more than what’s necessary—all meanwhile Changbin and Jisung are already sharing their interests and personal thoughts with them although it’s just been a few hours.
“You’re so skilled, Y/N,” Jisung compliments you, when you hit the ‘play’ button another time to go over a scene with them. Half of the video is roughly done by now. Of course, video editing is time consuming like nothing else but if you’re lucky, you’re gonna have a rough outline at the end of the day.
“We should book you for all our future projects,” Changbin adds.
You instantly feel heat creep up to your face. Getting to work for 3RACHA once has already been a dream. You’ve never expected them to adore what you do so much that they would seriously consider letting you edit another video of theirs.
“What do you think, CB?” Jisung asks.
“Yeah. Good idea,” the leader respons.
Still no fucking emotion. But you stopped reading too much into it. It’s okay. It’s more than fine. There’s probably a reason for his weird absence that isn’t caused by you. Who knows what’s going on in his distracted head.
“I mean,” Jisung starts again, severly confused about the behaviour of his older friend as well, “you were the one to initiate that deal but you’ve been so quiet since–“ Flick. CB97’s finger hits the side of J.One’s head. “Ouch, what the fuck?”
The leader gives the other one a strict look and you would wonder what on earth is going on if you weren’t so busy focusing on a very certain detail.
CB97 was the one who decided to have you as their editor.
You thought it was just their company hiring you or hiring someone from your company.
How the hell did he even find you?
“Oh, you were the one to set this up?”
“Yes,” he replies and it’s the first time his eyes actually meet your own for a brief second.
“Thank you so much, I feel so honoured.”
He gives you a warm smile. You still can’t see his mouth but you can see the kindness in his eyes. They look comforting. They look… almost familiar but you can’t quite put it yet.
“J.One and I have to head to the studio in a few minutes,” Changbin announces.
“Right, the appointment,” the youngest replies.
They get up all of a sudden and collect all their stuff. J.One is busy throwing away an endless amount of plastic cups. God, that guy’s caffeine addiction is in fact no joke.
“Ah, right,” CB97 says, “Y/N and I will take care of the rest. It’s okay.”
You gulp. Fuck. Does that mean you’ll stay here alone? Alone with none other than your celebrity crush CB97?
In the blink of an eye, the speed of your heart increases, your pumping pulse echoing through your body like the beat of the sound of the music video.
You can do this, Y/N. It’s gonna be okay.
“Is that alright with you?” he adds when he sees the unreadable look on your face.
“Hm?”
“Being here alone with me,” he explains. “We can also take a break, if you need one.”
“N-No. It’s fine. No break. It’s okay,” you tell him.
“Sure.”
You get back to work. A few minutes pass before the musician finally decides to scoot a little closer to you. He blames it on the fact that it’s easier editing this way but it’s also pretty weird that he’s been sitting so far away from you.
This is when you take in a deep breath and your nostrils get hit with a whiff of familiarity.
That cologne. That scent. You’ve smelled that somewhere before.
It is very close to the one that your best friend wears. It’s a pretty popular one. Chan once told you that he knows a bunch of guys who use the same fragrance. It gives you comfort, knowing that CB97 wears it, too. It reminds you of Chan. It makes you feel at home. Safe.
“It was the right decision to hire you for the job,” the artist says out of the blue.
“Thank you so much,” you reply. “How did you find me, by the way?”
You’ve been wondering since J.One accidentally dropped that their leader chose you for this job.
“I did some research,” he explains. “Came across your previous works and there’s just… just something about how you use colours in videos. It amazes me how you manage to tell a whole story just with a few frames.”
You give him a smile and he does the same. You can tell by the way of his eyes turning into crescents. 
The look… It reminds you of your best friend. Once again.
“Thank you.”
He scoots a bit closer, catching a glimpse of the scene that is being repeated on the big screen over and over again.
“In my opinion, a music video is perfect if it can be a standalone without the song itself. And you seem to achieve that every time,” he compliments you.
“I don’t know what to say…”
CB97 chuckles.
Oddly familiar.
That laugh. It sounds like…
No. There’s no way he could be…
Drop that dumb idea, Y/N. You sound like a crazy person.
There is no way that CB97, 3RACHA’s leader and your celebrity crush, and Bang Chan, your best friend and real life crush, could be the same person.
“There’s no need to say anything,” the man next to you says, rushing you out of your thoughts. “I’m sorry I was rather quiet in the beginning.”
It makes sense. Well, if you pick up that theory again. If CB97 is Chan, then that’s the explanation for him appearing quite inapproachable. 
However, you don’t want to think about this.
If this was true, you seriously wouldn’t know how to react. At all. Would you be mad at him for lying? Would you wonder if he only chose to book you because he knows you and not because of your talent? Would he be disgusted after all the unhinged and delusional comments you made about the musician that he is supposed to be?
Fuck. You feel your head get dizzy. Meanwhile, CB97 is staring back at you, puppy eyes telling you he is plagued by second guesses, too. You don’t know if it's because your assumptions are true or on what he said almost a minute ago.
Right. He’s waiting for an answer.
“No worries,” you quickly add.
The man gives you a soft smile with his eyes, before he shuffles in his seat and turns on another lamp that is placed on top of the desk. It lets the room shroud in a yellowish tone, turning the place a bit warmer.
You can get a better look of him now, too. Those dark curls hidden under a cap, the mask still covering his face, a black sweater hugging his upper body with a little print that looks like—a strawberry?
Strawberry.
Chan owns a sweater like this, too. You bought it together some months ago. Sure, it was at a fast fashion store a lot of young people go to but… shit, those can’t be sheer coincidences, right?
“My best friend has a similar sweater!” you blurt out then, unsure what to expect from him. Even if all those guesses turn out to be wrong, your comment sounded rather… random.
“Oh, cool,” CB97 answers, caught off guard, he can’t deny it.
“There’s… another scene on today’s list,” he starts again, changing the topic. The man scoots a bit closer, reaching for the computer mouse, before he opens another file. There in front of your eyes is an unedited video from their day of filming—it’s his part of the story, he’s performing it in the—quite artificial—moonlight. In the rain. Absolutely shirtless.
“That shot is… wow…”
CB97 chuckles, you can hear it through his mask. Fuck. It plays with his head, a little. He can’t deny it. It also shoots a sensation down to his cock that shouldn’t be there, but he’s a man after all. A man that is very much attracted to you.
When you first came into the studio today, absolutely shy—unlike how you usually are around him in private—he couldn’t take his eyes off you. It was hard. Painfully hard. Just how his dick is threatening to become if he doesn’t manage to focus on something else.
But, shit. You were so cute. So freaking adorable. He would be lying if it didn’t do something to him, whenever you have talked about your celebrity crush the way you do—unaware that it’s your best friend whom you’re simping for.
That’s what at the same time leaves a bitter aftertaste, too. Maybe it’s even the main reason why Chan hasn’t been able to be honest with you about his secret identity yet. 3RACHA started out as a joke between friends, after all. Jisung, Changbin and him would have never expected to become so successful, let alone gain so much fame in such a quick time.
Faster than he was able to tell you about it, you had already been head over heels for his alter ego. CB97. He wanted to share that plot twist with you, really. But at some point he became insecure.
What if you’re only attracted to the artist? Not to Chan, the private person? What if you’re not actually attracted to him at all? What if you don’t return those stupid little feelings he’s had for you for years now?
This could destroy your friendship and so much more.
And even if he was the luckiest guy on this earth, even if you felt the same for him—what about those obsessed fangirls? Chan can’t do this to you—date you and keep it a secret. He’s always wanted to show you off, tell the whole world that you belong to him once the time is right and his dreams come true.
But… that can’t work. You deserve something better. You deserve someone better. Someone that can take care of you. Someone who has enough time for you. Someone who can treat you the way you have always hoped for.
Chan can’t do this. And it breaks his heart every damn time only thinking about it.
“The tattoo… is it… a strawberry?”
His vision goes blank. Time stands still, as you drag him out of his inner monologue.
Fuck.
Shit.
No.
How could he not think this through? Of course, you were gonna see that stupid tattoo. It was just a matter of fucking time.
Did Chan even think… at all? That whole situation, that whole set-up of bringing you here was destined to be doomed. He’s so stupid. But he can’t think straight whenever you’re around him.
Maybe it was his inner desire, his endless feelings for you that made him come up with a dumb plan like this.
But he’s here now. And you’re on the finish line of connecting the dots, of counting two and two together.
“I– yeah…”
It’s inevitable. It doesn’t matter now anyway. It is what it is.
You take a closer look, hit rewind on a certain frame that shows the little strawberry quite detailed, almost in 4K. It’s the same placement. The same thin fine lines. The same shade of red. The same fucking tattoo.
“It looks like… it…” No. This can’t be. Still, as if you're on autopilot, you avert your gaze towards the man next to you.
“Chan?”
Immeditaly, he finally takes his mask off, revealing your best friend behind it.
“Hi, Y/N.”
He can’t be for real.
He can’t be for fucking real.
You feel weird. You feel confused. You feel embarrassed. You feel everything at once.
Your body moves for you, when you stand up and grab your bag, already heading towards the door of the studio.
“Y/N–“ you hear Chan call from behind you.
“Leave me alone. I– Just– Fuck.”
The next second he sees you storm out the room, he knows he’s absolutely fucked up, neck deep down in shit.
He’s such an idiot.
🎸 
Of course, rain finds you before you reach your apartment. You still manage to make it inside, before you strip off the drenched clothes and throw them in the washing machine. Grabbing the rest of your dirty laundry, you turn the thing on. You hop under the shower next, internally screaming as the thoughts keep running in circles.
How the fuck are you supposed to look him in the eyes again?
You simped for his alter ego in front of him on a level that needs a word stronger than just ‘delusional’. You feel so absolutely embarrassed of this whole situation. And on top of that, you feel hurt about the fact that Chan didn’t trust you enough to tell you about his side business.
You feel dizzy. Nauseous. This is getting too much.
Exiting the shower, you put on some random shirt and sweatpants, before you head back towards the living room. That’s when your brain starts babbling again.
Too many thoughts are running through your mind at this second. Is this the end of your friendship? Will you ever see him again?
Well, to be fair, you were the one who stormed out of the building of Chan’s entertainment. The emotions just washed all over you, flight mode kicking in instead of fight mode.
God. You can’t focus.
Is it really that bad?
Like rationally thinking—which you are not capable of at current times—maybe the situation isn’t as bad as it seems.
Let’s place the cards on the table. Chan, your best friend, your crush, is also CB97, the famous rockstar, your other crush.
Is there a way that this friendship or whatever it could evolve into can survive? He lied to you—well, not entirely, he rather kept it a secret but you also understand that it probably was to protect himself. However, it stings a little, knowing that he doesn’t trust you enough to share his other identity with you.
You’ve always thought that you can tell each other everything. You tell him everything. Well, except for the fact that you are madly in love with him but this is just to protect yourself–oh.
Maybe you get it a little, maybe you will understand once the angers has vanished away from you and–
Knock knock.
Your body paralyses. It’s always been like this whem someone shows up at your apartment unannounced. It’s silly, it really is. But your pulse always picks up its pace when that noise creeps into your ears.
You don’t react. You simply can’t.
Knock knock.
For fuck’s sake, you’re supposed to handle your overwhelming emotions here you can’t experience more anxiety because some neighbour annoys you–
“It’s me. Please, let me in.”
Oh. Yeah, of course. Why on earth didn’t you take into consideration that your best friend might show up?
“Y/N… please, I can explain.”
You sigh, contemplating what’s the best way to react. But you won’t be able to escape this situation forever. Maybe letting him speak what’s on his mind will be okay.
“Fine.”
You open the door and let him in. Chan is carrying a big brown paper bag that he places on the dining table of your studio apartment.
“Strawberry cheesecake and strawberry oat latte. For you,” he explains with a small but soft voice. “Oh—and your phone. You forgot that.”
The device meets the table as well while Chan’s eyes hover through the room before they connect with your own.
“You can’t buy my trust,” you say. “Although, that is a start.”
Chan lets his head sink down. A couple of seconds later, his palms meet his face, gesturing how overwhelmed he must be by the situation.
Fuck. He wishes he could turn back time. Tell you earlier about who he really is. You must feel like shit. Probably embarrassed about all the unhinged stuff you said about his alter ego although this has never been an issue to him.
The more important part is that you probably believe that Chan can’t trust you. That’s what it looks like at least. But it’s not at all what it is. The story is a lot more complex, a lot more complicated.
Chan hides his persona to both protect himself but also you. After all, he knows what it’s like to live life being a public figure. It’s nothing at all what most people think it is. It’s a lot darker, a lot more stressful, actually.
“I’m sorry. I know,” he starts then, breaking the ice again after a long pause of zoning out in his own worries. “I should have been honest with you from the beginning but the whole thing isn’t as easy.”
You don’t get it. You seriously don’t. If there’s someone Chan can trust, it’s you, isn’t it?
“Why isn’t it? I wouldn’t have told anyone. I would have kept it a secret, you know?”
Does he maybe believe that you would have spread it around? Told other friends about it? Maybe his parents? Or others?
God, this sounds as if Chan has an Only Fans that he hides from the public when he’s just a guy doing indie rock music, occasionally shirtless.
“That’s not it, Y/N. It’s more complicated and fucking complex than this,” he says through gritted teeth.
He’s not mad at you. He’s mostly mad at himself and this society.
“What is it then?”
“Fans… rumours… insane people talking shit about you. If they once see us together and draw that connection, it’s over.”
His voice is a little louder now but you don’t complain. You get that he’s emotional.
“We’ve been out in public together before,” you say. 
You don’t understand how this could be an issue? 
“I’d love to take you to all the events with me, though. Now that you know about me. But this isn’t an option.”
Shit. Your heart melts a little. He can’t say shit like that. Why does Chan even want you to be at events with him when you’re not his… partner?
“It’s okay… I don’t expect that from you. It’s fine how it’s been,” you reply, meaning it. You would never pressure him into anything like this. His safety comes first.
“What if people find out? What if they… harm you because you’re part of my life?”
You gulp. Maybe Chan has been hiding his identity not only to protect himself but also to protect you.
“But we… aren’t even a couple, Chan.”
Unfortunately.
“What are they supposed to say about us being just friends?”
The words just friends and the sad truth that connects to them enlighten a stinging pain in Chan’s heart.
“It wasn’t bad in the beginning but once we got more recognition, the fans went insane,” he explains.
You chuckle. Embarrassed. Shit, you have to think back to all the crazy stuff you said about CB97. And his abs. His arms. How you’d allow him to rail you into oblivion—yes, you said shit like that to Chan, unaware you are talking about your best friend.
God. A shiver runs down your spine and you want the ground to open up and swallow you as a whole.
“Yeah. I know. I am part of them.”
You try to avoid his gaze, it’s uncomfortable enough already. Fuck. Chan probably thinks you’re a weirdo. A freak. A pervert. You would have never shared those unholy thoughts if you knew that they were secretly about him.
Well, it’s not as if you’ve only ever had those dreams about CB97—they don’t differ a lot from the fantasies you have about Chan. But you for sure won’t tell him that either.
“No, on that level it’s fun and all,” he reassures you and you feel a bit of the weight drop off your shoulder. Okay, at least he doesn’t think you’re a bad person. “But there are dangerous ones, too. They would even get angry for us just being friends and considering that I–“
“That, what?”
For fuck’s sake, why did you interrupt him?
“N-Nothing,” he lets out.
“Chan… what were you going to say? Where’s the issue in us being friends? They don’t even know what you look like.”
That’s the thing. Why would there be a problem with you leaving the house with him and being in public? You’ve been doing this before, as well. No one knows how CB97 looks like behind that wolf’s face.
“Some fans do… we used to take off our masks in earlier days. We stopped though once we got more famous. But some fans from the beginning will recognise us, probably.”
Oh. Well. That explains his anxiety. It might be just a few but from what he tells you, maybe they are capable of things that you can’t even imagine. Your heart suddenly increases its beat, thinking that your best friend might be in danger at any time, given the fact that some psychos might be his ‘fans’.
However, this still doesn’t explain what the whole situation has to do with you. This is a struggle he faces without you knowing of his rockstar life.
“But why do you care that much about me?”
Because I love you, Y/N, and you don’t seem to realise.
“I want to protect you… I– what if…”
“What if?”
God, Y/N, can you let the boy speak? He will never finish a whole sentence when you keep interrupting him.
He sighs, “What if… one day, being just friends with you… isn’t enough for me anymore?”
The earth stops.
Your heart stops.
Everything stops.
If one day being just friends isn’t enough for me anymore?
Chan said it. He just said it. He let it out and now he has to face the consequences of you not returning his–
“When will one day be?”
He blinks. Maybe there’s a chance for a happy ending. Maybe.
“It’s been for a few years,” he confesses.
“Chan…”
“Just forget what I–“
“No. Listen to me now.” His eyes find yours again. “I… me fangirling for CB97… I’ve always liked him so much because he reminded me of y-you…ironic, I know… a-and I thought that if I direct my feelings towards a celebrity that I don’t have a chance with anyway, I will forget about how much I’m in love with my best friend…”
Chan is the happiest man on this planet. No, screw that. He’s the happiest man in this whole fucking universe.
Can someone pinch him? Wake him up from this dream he’s dreamt a thousand times before?
“I’m in love with you, too, Y/N.”
God. You’re always pretty. But nothing comes close to the beauty you’re carrying when you smile at him like you do right now.
“This still doesn’t solve all the issues with you being a celebrity–“
“We will find a solution. I promise, baby. Nothing can come between us.”
Huh?
How did he switch from being an anti to full supporter of the idea of you and him together? Fairly speaking, he’s never been against it at all, rather just scared of turning this dream of his into reality and all the consequences he must face when it comes to the love for you.
“How do we make sure that… nothing happens?”
“First of all, I’ll protect you,” he reassures you. “Second of all, we communicate like we always do. If something gets too much for you, you tell me.”
For some reason you’re not convinced yet. He seemed so serious of not wanting to cause you any trouble linked to him. It seems weird, if you’re honest to yourself.
“But… you were so hesitant and against this just a few minutes ago? Where’s that one hundred and eighty degree turn coming from?”
You see him sigh. Chan looks nervous. Almost more nervous than he was when dropping the bomb about his years-long obsession that differs a lot from innocent platonic feelings.
"That's because I’m a fucking coward, Y/N. I didn’t want to risk both losing you because of my secret identity and the feelings I thought you didn’t return.”
Fuck. It actually makes sense, now that he explains it. You understand why he wanted to make sure first that it’s worth it fighting. It may sound a little egoistic but you get where it’s coming from. After all, you haven’t confessed until today either and if Chan didn’t finally unwrap that elephant in the room you’d still be waiting here for him to make a first move years from now.
“Oh… yeah, I get what you mean.”
He gets a little closer, shaky fingers now intertwined with your own. They feel both cold and warm at the same time, reflecting the ups and downs of the rollercoaster of emotions he’s riding.
“But I promise,” he continues, “I fucking promise that I will always protect you. Nothing comes between us, ever. You’re the most important person in my life.”
“You’re quite okay, too,” you joke.
He chuckles, cocking his head, “Brat.”
That stupid smirk of his instantly shoots a sensation to your belly, butterflies dancing together because of that slightest gesture. But when Chan starts speaking again, your attention shifts back to the current conversation.
“I’ve also wanted to tell you that it isn’t entirely true that I was the one to hire you. My boss saw a video you edited and we both agreed on asking your company to invite you.”
You’re a little relieved now. You’ve been wondering if you’ve only been hired for the job because of your connection to Chan and this kind of crushed your ego, if you’re honest.
“Thank you for telling me this,” you genuinely reply.
“Yeah.”
His gaze roams all over your face, searching for something.
“Hm,” you let out.
He looks determined and distracted at the same time. His heart is beating out of his chest, intense pressure threatening to rip the sweater apart that is covering his upper body.
“What are you thinking about, Chan?”
You can’t take it anymore. Giving him a little nudge, you’re sure he’ll be able to tell whatever he’s thinking about.
He sighs, “Can I please just kiss you?”
You chuckle. How can someone be so adorable and absolutely hot at the same time?
“What are you waiting for?”
His lips feel so soft pressed against yours. For a moment you’re convinced time stands still, your surroundings becoming a blur, as your heart decides that nothing else matters anymore when your best friend finally kisses you.
After all these years. All these nights you dreamt about being like this with him. It finally becomes reality. But none of those imaginations come even remotely close to the real deal.
His lips feel soft. Although his kisses are anything but that. Tongue grazing over your mouth, you invite him in, allowing Chan to take the lead, while his firm body forces you against the dining table, all on autopilot. You let him. You don’t care about anything anymore.
Not when he’s roughly nibbling at your lower lip with his teeth, grunts slipping out of him, when he tastes you. Fuck. He’s only been kissing you, nothing more but he can already feel his pants tightening whenever one of those sweet moans leaves you. Chan is a man after all. A man that desires to have you under him, a man that desires nothing more than to ruin you in the best way possible.
You seem to catch on, when he leans a little closer, pushing you on top of the furniture. Spreading your legs, you tell him you need him near and he complies. His firm crotch is pressed against your covered pussy and you let out a whimper. Chan swears this is the most stunning melody his ears have ever witnessed and he realises in that moment that he’ll never be able to create a song that comes even close to that beauty that is your voice.
Your voice that is so desperate. For him. Only him. At least he finds out, when your hands reach under his sweater. You admire the little strawberry for a second, feeling like a total fool for not counting two and two together so much sooner. Chan and you aren’t ruled by the trope of best friends to lovers, you’re total idiots to lovers. But it doesn’t matter.
The fabric gets hovered over his head, leaving him shirtless. You’ve seen him like this before. Chan isn’t necessarily shy when it comes to showing off his perfect body but it’s a little more intense when he’s so close to you now.
“Wow…” is all you’re able to say.
He chuckles, before he dives in for another kiss and lets his hands travel under your shirt as well. It doesn’t take him long to pull that clothing off you either, after all you don't really fight it. Why would you?
And that’s when the unexpected happens. His lips crash into the skin on your neck, rough bites being placed there, the feeling shooting through your whole body, enlightening the deepest desire hiding underneath.
When Chan looks back at you, you witness the pure lust swirling in his eyes before your mind basically turns blank.
Why is that?
Well, you’ve lost track of time but Chan’s fingers have found their way between your thighs, brushing over your clothed core. It’s kind of cute how you’re staining the material of your sweatpants. Your best friend finds it adorable, really, how easily you seem to crumble underneath him. It makes him want to corrupt you, let out the darkest yearning that must slumber deeply inside of you.
His other hand wastes no time and pulls the fabric down, leaving you in your underwear. All that brat does is chuckle, before his fingertips wander back to their destination again. He grazes over your sensitive spot, admiring the wet patch he seemed to have caused from doing so little.
He can’t help it but let this mischevious smirk appear on his face again. It makes you witness his dimples, too. And you would pay a little more attention to them if your thoughts weren’t occupied by how good it feels to have Chan so close to you. You whimper, when he slows down his movements, rubbing your clit through the fabric, as you feel yourself grow wetter and wetter.
“So fucking sensitive,” he grunts. Fuck. Chan’s been dreaming about this moment for years. He can’t believe it’s actually reality now.
And when yet another moan spills from your lips, he finally decides to free you from that drenched barrier. You watch your panties collide with the floor, landing somewhere on top of the shirts—and leaving you bare naked in front of him. Chan mumbles some curse words under his breath, before he manages to speak a sentence, “Stop me, now– or I won’t be able to hold myself back anymore–“
“But I don’t want you to hold back…”
That smirk on your face is the cherry on top that break him. Chan’s lips smash into yours, his body coming closer, making you spread your legs for him. His hand is back right between them, playing a little with your clit, this time without any disturbing layer that’s separating you from one another.
“More… Chan– more, please.”
He finds it adorable how you’re begging for him, so two fingers slide into your hole just as you’ve wished for. They stretch you out perfectly, you’re immediately clenching around them before the man in front of you starts thrusting them in and out of you.
“F-Feels so good, fuck,” you let out, throwing your head back.
Suddenly, he pulls his fingers out of your aching hole again, before he guides them to his mouth. They disappear, as he licks your scent off his skin, a groan escaping his lips.
“Fuck– you taste as sweet as candy, baby.”
You, in the meantime, graze over the strawberry tattoo on his chest with your fingertips, as a little smirk appears on your lips.
“You have no idea how fucking much I want you.”
“Then do something about it,” you challenge him.
“Are you sure, baby?”
His demeanour switches. You adore this confident, dominant type of Chan but there’s something about him turning all soft just to make sure you’re feeling alright.
“One hundred percent.”
It takes him less than three seconds to free himself from both his sweatpants and boxers, as he lets the fabrics slide down. The clothing pools around his ankles, as he doesn't want to waste any more time. Chan is impatient. Fucking impatient.
Yes, he’s waited for this moment for years but having the taste of being inside you so close to him, within reach of his fingertips, he realises he can’t bear a second without having you.
Meanwhile—your eyes are fixated on his beautiful body, roaming around, taking a glance of his muscular thighs, his pretty cock, back up to his firm chest and the little strawberry.
“Like what you’re seeing?”
Cheesy.
You slowly let your hand find his upper body again, before it wanders down, dangerously close to where he needs you the most. Wrapping a hand around his length, you start stroking him, bringing your eyes back to his.
He already looks fucked out and for some reason it’s adorable. Chan is always this respectful, caring best friend—totally opposite to how he behaves in his music videos and you wonder how long it takes for him to reveal his true, animalistic nature.
A sweet whimper that he lets out is barely the beginning and when Chan notices how innocently you’re staring at him, oh so opposite to what you’re doing right now, he fears he might cum at the spot. So, to stretch out some time and to make sure this is a little more comfortable for the both of you, he grabs you by the waist without a warning, spins you around until he’s carrying you bridal style to your bed.
Your back hits the mattress and you have no time to get used to your surroundings, when Chan is already towering over you—hungry for more. Parting your legs again, you invite him to come closer. He positions himself right between your thighs, pumping his length a few more times before he asks, “Condom?”
“First d-drawer,” you reply, voice shaking—out of excitement.
“Are you nervous, baby?”
You’re not sure if he’s teasing you or genuinely worried you might regret this.
“No, just really fucking horny, Chan and I swear if you don’t–“
“What a brat you are,” he intervenes, clicking his tongue.
Painfully slowly, he reaches towards the nightstand table next to your bed, getting closer to you and placing a soft kiss on your lips—you believe your heart might melt in a second.
“You… you make me a brat…”
You know exactly what you’re doing. You’re such a bad liar, it’s unbelievable. Your best friend comes back to his previous decision, unwrapping the plastic before he glides the condom onto his dick.
Chan scoffs, thinking about what you just said, before a little chuckle follows, “Be a good girl for me, baby, hm?”
You hastily nod, finally giving in, as you allow him to push the first few centimetres inside you. It takes a little time to get used to the feeling—you won’t lie, it's been some time since you’ve been intimate with someone.
“You okay, sweetheart?”
“Y-Yeah,” you stutter. “I– I haven’t… uhm… in a long time.”
A gentle kiss gets placed on your cheek.
“I’ll be careful, okay?”
You nod again, before you tell him to add more and he slides completely in. Chan pulls out of you, just to repeat the process again—now filling you completely, tight wet walls hugging his throbbing cock, begging him to move.
So, he does exactly that, starting with slower motions, waiting for you to get used to the feeling. Chan can’t deny it—you’re tight, tighter than he would have expected so he makes extra sure to give you enough time to stretch, to get used to his length.
“Fuck–“ you curse under your breath, “feels so god damn good.”
All he does is chuckle and add another kiss on your cheek, before he picks up the pace a little. You’ve lost track of time by now, absolutely deluded in the feeling of him stuffing you full of his cock, brushing that certain spot from time to time, whenever he changes the angle a little.
Chan decides to place your legs over his shoulders, which helps him fuck even deeper into you, threatening your vision to get blinded by stars anytime soon. Your attention shifts somewhere else, when you notice the palm of his hand lying flat against your lower belly, grazing over the bulge that’s right there.
“Look, darling, we’re made for each other,” he tells you.
You hastily nod, letting a chain of moans slip out of your mouth, lips staying parted. Chan has already ruined you for anyone else, nothing matters anymore.
And whenever the man above you witnesses that fucked out look on your face, it drives him closer to his own relief as well.
“Chan– need–“
He hastily nods, bringing two fingers close to where your bodies meet. He flicks them over your sensitive nub, rubbing your clit to the rhythm of his hips moving. Chan keeps rutting into you, hitting your sweet spot so deliciously that you fear you might faint for a second.
“Please, please, please,” you beg for nothing in particular.
But Chan knows exactly what you need which is why he continues his movements, catching your lips with his own, before he whispers, “Be a good girl, baby, and cum all over my cock, yeah? Can you do that for me?”
And you do. The pleasure takes over you, spreads through your whole body when he lets you tip over the edge. The stars are finally blurring out anything else, tears are pricking at your lower lash line, while you cry out your best friend’s name as if it’s the only word you’ve ever known.
Chan helps you ride out your high, slowing down a little until you give him a sign to continue.
“Well done, baby…”
God. You might as well cum again, if he doesn’t stop praising you.
“You’re so good at this,” you compliment him now, knowing this is exactly what he needs to hear.
Your predictions turn out to be true—a few more thrusts and whimpers and Chan fills the condom with his seeds, moaning out your name. The sweetest melody your ears have ever witnessed.
Heavy breathing fills the room, as your eyes find his own. Smiles erupt on your faces before giggles follow.
Without a word, Chan pulls out of you and discards the condom. He comes back with a warm towel from the bathroom, cleaning you from your own juices, and a glass of water from the kitchen. He doesn’t leave until you’ve chugged down all of the liquid.
A few more minutes later and you find yourself under the covers with him, dressed in fresh pyjamas, just like him. Chan is playing with your hair, almost dozing off into sleep, but he wakes up again when you kiss him on the cheek.
“I love you,” you say.
“I love you too, Y/N.”
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❤️ AUTHOR’S NOTE: thank you so much for reading this little spin off! I actually planned to include this in a series as it was supposed to be a hannah montana inspired story HAHAHHA anyway, since I didn’t manage to finish that series, I decided to still publish this one! Also, because I felt like Chan deserved his own lil story in the Topline universe. Stay tuned for what I have in store for Binnie! 🤭 I really hope you enjoyed this story. Ngl, it was kinda hard finishing this time, mostly due to personal issues so it took me longer than I would have liked and I wished some scenes would be… better. But I still hope you enjoyed this fic. I really like the mc in this, she’s a bit different from what I usually write and very similar to all of us simps on this website lmao XD If you enjoyed this story, please consider leaving a kind comment and/or reblogging it. Unfortunately, likes don’t really matter on this app and I am dying to know what you think about this story! Have a nice day and thank you for being here!
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lilithgreye · 3 months
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𝐇𝐎𝐖 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐂𝐀𝐍 𝐆𝐀𝐈𝐍 𝐅𝐀𝐌𝐄
𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐮𝐧 𝐫𝐞𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬 𝐟𝐚𝐦𝐞
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Sun in Aries/1H
Athletics, fighting/boxing, modeling, fashion designing, makeup related things (ex: being a makeup artist), sex symbol, racing (ex: being a race car driver)
Sun in Taurus/2H
Singing, modeling, your material achievements/financial status, cooking (ex: being on a cooking competition show or having your own)
Sun in Gemini/3H
Social media, your siblings, podcasting, politics, gossiping (ex: gossip page), blogging, writing (ex: author), journalist, comedy, streaming, driver (ex: being a race car driver), teaching, mental health advocating
Sun in Cancer/4H
Your family, cooking/baking (ex: being on a baking/cooking show or having your own), real estate/houses (ex: being on a show like house hunters)
Sun in Leo/5H
Acting, your love interests, your children, any type of entertainment, gamer, only fans, your hobbies (ex: if one of your hobbies is playing the piano you could gain fame from that)
Sun in Virgo/6H
Social media, fitness/health, writing (ex: author), journalist, judge (ex: judge judy), comedy, animals/pets (ex: being on a show similar to animal planet)
Sun in Libra/7H
Dancing, your love interests/relationships/spouses, makeup related things (ex: being a makeup artist), beauty symbol, stylist, judge (ex: judge judy)
Sun in Scorpio/8H
Athletics, psychology, inheritance, sex symbol, death/mystery, conspiracies, surgery (ex: being on a show similar to botched), owning your own famous business
Sun in Sagittarius/9H
Television, interviewing, news reporting, the law (ex: being on a show similar to law and order), your grandparents, your in-laws, religion, blogging, photography, comedy, teaching
Sun in Capricorn/10H
Owning a famous business, directing films, your status, your father, your success, industry plant, historian, this is also a big indication of fame in general from anything
Sun in Aquarius/11H
Social media, DJing, film, your connections/friends, wealth, science, inventing, humanitarian, streaming, vlogging, manifesting, this is also an indication of accumulating lots of loyal supporters/fans in general
Sun in Pisces/12H
Singing/music, modeling, acting, astrology, tarot, psychic, spirituality, fantasy/sci-fi film producer, conspiracies, hypnotism, impersonator, mental health advocating
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prettyfastcars · 2 months
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dangerous, tainted, and flawed | Dark!Mob!Lando
Summary: You met your husband under disturbing circumstances a couple of years ago. Your home was under attack one night, by one of your family’s rivals, and Lando – one of your father’s allies – came to help. He found you in your bedroom that night, and managed to save you but unfortunately no one else in your family survived the attack. You were distraught after that night, having lost everything, but Lando took care of you. Eventually, you two fell in love, he proposed, and you got married. Your life has been perfect ever since. Sure, you missed your family but you thanked the gods everyday for Lando. However, you didn’t know the whole truth about that night, did you? 
Themes: dark!lando, explicit language, smut, fluff, mentions of death, loss, and violence, possessive!lando
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“Baby?” He called out, “I’m home.” 
His voice echoed in the foyer. 
The house was so spacious that often you couldn’t hear him when he called out for you, and he knew that. That’s why instead of calling out again, he followed the sweet smelling scent and the soft music instead. Both came from the kitchen; the smell of warm muffins and a soft woman’s voice singing about chemtrails over a country club. 
Lando leaned against a wall quietly for a minute, smiling to himself as he watched you moving around in the high-ceilinged, farmhouse style kitchen. You didn’t know he was here yet. You were busy mumbling the lyrics of the song while chopping veggies, probably making dinner and baking muffins all at the same time. 
Cooking calmed you down, ‘It’s therapeutic’ you once told him. And he’d been married to you for not too long but he knew that this is what you did whenever you had a long day at work. You were a successful gallerist and often you had to deal with snobbish people, or ‘young money kids who had no true appreciation for art’ as you also told him. 
He let his eyes take you in. You were the most beautiful thing he’d ever seen, prettier than anything you’d ever exhibited he often told you, but the way you squirmed in embarrassment told him that you didn’t really believe it. That’s fine though, he’d spend a whole lifetime reminding you of that anyway. 
Once he was done ogling, that damn pale pink corset top of yours driving him insane as it was, he finally walked up to you and surprised you by wrapping his arms around you from behind. “There you are, baby,” He said, shoving his face into your neck and giving you as many kisses as he could. 
You giggled and tried to get away as he attacked your neck with kisses and soft bites but he tightened his grip around you. 
“Fuck, you smell so good.” He groaned, voice muffled now that he was nuzzling your neck like he always does. “I missed you so much.” 
“Lando,” You laughed, “I’m holding a knife!” You squealed, laughing and still trying to escape his ticklish kisses before any one gets hurt. “Okay you seriously need to shave, that stubble of yours hurts.” You managed to get him to stop. You placed the knife down and turned to face him as you leaned against the counter, caressing his cheeks as you cupped his face in your hands. “Too rough.” You commented, rubbing your fingers across his barely visible, but spiky stubble. 
He raised an eyebrow at you, his handsome face lighting up with mischief. “Is it?” He teased, “You weren’t complaining about it being too rough this morning.” He leaned in to whisper into your ear, purposely rubbing his cheek against yours, “Were you, baby?” 
Ah. This morning… 
You woke up feeling… funny. You opened your eyes and found that your husband wasn’t in his usual spot beside you on the bed. Instead he was busy down there, between your legs. You lifted the soft covers and found him looking up at you with nothing but desire and trouble in his eyes. 
You let out a soft moan when he held your stare while kissing your clit, and sucking on it before letting go. “Morning, baby.” He whispered, then got back to eating you out like he was starving. 
You threw the covers off and slid your fingers into his hair instead, “Lando…” You whined, the pleasure taking over you. “I’m gonna be late for work.” You mumbled, already feeling yourself getting to the edge. “I have clients waiting for me, you know? I have meetings, and…” You gasped, forgetting what the hell you were talking about in the first place once he began fucking you gently with his tongue. 
Damn his tongue and soft lips. 
Lando chuckled, a cocky look in his eyes when he pulled away and asked, “Meetings and what, baby?” 
“Don’t be a tease,” You groaned, shoving his mouth back to where you wanted him. He chuckled before working his tongue against your wet slit, his fingers slowly sliding in and out of you until you came with a soft cry. 
But he wasn’t done yet… 
Lando smirked as he looked at you, surely thinking back to this morning as well. 
You rolled your eyes at him. “You did get me late for work, you know?” You shook your head, turning back around to focus on the food that you were making. “Then there’s that anonymous collector,” You sighed. Lando wrapped his arms around you from behind again, placing his chin on your shoulder and gently swaying you side to side as you ranted a little bit. “I don’t mind them, whoever they are,” You said, “I do sell them a lot of stuff but why can’t they just show their face? It’s weird, you know, having a client without a face.” You sighed, “And then a really important meeting got cancelled. And one of the artists’ whose work is about to be exhibited soon is being a real brat.” 
Lando hummed, occasionally kissing your neck and shoulder as you complained a little more. “I’m sorry you had a tough day, baby.” He mumbled, kissing around your ear, “Want me to handle this collector for you? Or the artist?” 
You chuckled, knowing the nature of your husband’s work and his temper, “No. Please don’t.” You added, “I love my work, it’s just a bad day, that’s it.” 
“Okay,” He kissed along your exposed shoulder, “Then how about a bath? You want that? Or how about some wine?”  
You leaned into touch, “Bath for later,” You said, “The wine for now, please.” 
“Yes, my lady,” Lando let go of you with one final kiss on the side of your head.
You watched him as he left the kitchen. He took his suit jacket off and rolled the sleeves of his white shirt up to his elbows. Then before he turned to head to the wine cellar, he gave you a wink, acknowledging that he gave you a little strip show. You shook your head at him. 
Once alone in the kitchen, you smiled to yourself as you thought about how far you and Lando had come in just a few years. 
Your smile faded into a sad one as you thought about the day, or night rather, you first met him. 
The sounds of gunshots and screams woke you up. You couldn’t hear anything but the chaos outside your bedroom. Bullets, screams, orders being shouted, furniture being wrecked, glass being broken, more screams… all of it muffled as you ran into your walk-in closet and hid in the dark. 
You couldn’t stop the silent tears from streaming down your face. You knew what this meant. It was an ambush. And you also knew that a few hours ago might have been the last time you saw your family. You just hoped they made it out alive. But no one was barging into your room yet… this meant that the fight was happening downstairs. 
You cried some more as you heard more yelling, more gunshots. 
This life, this family you were born into came with situations like this. Your father told you this since you were a child. He was well-known amongst gang leaders and mob bosses, which meant he had more enemies than friends. Sometimes those two were the same people. But your father had kept you hidden for most of your life, away from all this. 
The only reason you were even home tonight was because it was your birthday. You’d begged your father to let you celebrate it at home with everyone… 
You didn’t remember passing out in that closet. You didn’t know what happened or how you were found, just that you were. And when you woke up, you were face to face with a handsome young man with pretty eyes who reassured you that you were safe. 
He said he and his family were friends of your father’s. And that he was sorry but you were the only survivor of that attack. Your family was gone, your house was gone. All was gone. 
The year which followed was the hardest of your life. Grieving, dealing with so many losses, moving on with a heavy heart, getting the help you needed, finally learning how to stand on your own feet again… you couldn’t have done it without Lando. 
He was your rock. Always there when you needed to cry, to share a laugh, to make silly jokes, on days when you wanted to spend hours in bed, on nights when you had nightmares, on days when you felt light and happy, on days when your heart broke all over again, on days when it felt like you were finally healing, he was always there. 
He was a busy man, but he made time for you. 
Falling in love with him was easy. The easiest thing you’d ever done. So when time came, and he got on one knee and asked you to marry him, saying yes was the easiest thing you’d ever done. You knew you were both young, but he was it for you. 
Becoming his wife felt like a dream. Like you were a real princess marrying her knight in shining armour, the one who saved her from every bad thing and promised to protect her fiercely forever. Except your knight wasn’t altruistic, he didn’t come on a white horse and with a sword. Yours was dangerous, tainted and flawed. He came with power, money, guns, and expensive cars. 
“It better be thoughts of me that you’re lost in and not that anonymous collector,” His voice brought you back to the present. “Otherwise I might have to hunt them down and make them disappear forever.” Lando joked as he handed you a glass of your favourite red. 
You leaned against the counter, facing him as you took a long sip. Then you said, “I was thinking about you actually.” 
That cheered him up immediately. “Yeah? Do tell then.” 
You smiled faintly. “Just thinking about how lucky I am that I have you.” You avoided his eyes after. You always did whenever you felt slightly emotional. You always tried to seem stronger than you felt in the moment. 
Lando placed his glass down and came over to wrap you in his arms immediately. Somehow, he always knew when you needed a hug. You wrapped your arms around him and let out a sigh, your heart already feeling lighter just by being in his arms. 
“I’ve got you, baby. Don’t worry.” Lando said softly, his familiar scent already making you feel better. “You’re safe here, with me.” He reassured you. Lando knew you still had a fear somewhere, about being attacked like that night. But he often also reminded you that he was the most powerful man in this city, and no harm was coming your way as long as he lived. 
He often wondered whether you realised how lucky he felt that you were his. That night, when he found you passed out on the floor in the walk-in closet, something in him shifted. He knew he had to keep you safe, always. 
“Thank you,” You murmured against his white shirt. 
Lando pulled away to look down into your eyes. Fuck, he hated it when you cried. It felt like he was being torn apart. He quickly wiped that one tear which barely escaped your eyes and said, “You never have to thank me for taking care of you.” He said with a slight frown. 
“I know,” You whispered and pulled him in for a kiss. A slow, gentle kiss that quickly turned into a heated, passionate one. His hands grabbed you by the hips and pulled you into him, so you could feel the very prominent bulge in his pants. 
It made you whimper just feeling it. “Fuck,” You mumbled against his lips, “Will I ever stop wanting you like this?” Your shaky hands reached down to undo his belt, then just as you reached for his zipper, your stomach grumbled so loudly you were sure all the guards outside could hear it too. 
You both froze at the sound of it, then burst out laughing. Lando threw his head back and laughed so carefreely that you fell a little bit more in love with him at that moment. You didn’t think that was possible, but here you were. 
“I would love to bend you over the counter right here baby,” He chuckled, “but I feel like we need to get some food in you.” He said, kissing your cheek and pulling away to look at you as you tried to hide your face in embarrassment. “Hey, look at me.” He grabbed you by the chin and lifted your head up. “Let’s eat, and I’ll fuck you later. Okay? I promise.” 
You gave him a shy smile, “Okay.” 
After a light dinner filled with more laughter and easy conversations, Lando helped you with storing away the cooled off muffins before the two of you finally got into that bath, with another bottle of wine. 
You carefully poured some more wine into your glass before leaning back into Lando’s chest. You sighed again, settling against him. This was your happy place. Scented candles, dimmed lights, warm bath, wine, and of course, the love of your life. 
But then as always, Lando could never keep his hands to himself. It always starts out with innocent touches, along your arm, kissed on your shoulders… then he gets more and more demanding. His fingers caressed your inner thighs until you were squirming against him, his kisses turned into playful bites making you whine and whimper. 
“You never behave.” You mumbled teasingly, closing your eyes and letting him caress and touch you however he wanted. 
“How can I?” He whispered against your neck, “You’re too beautiful to resist.” 
You let out a soft moan when his finger carefully slid inside you. You whispered, breathlessly, “Remember we flooded the bathroom the last time?” 
Lando groaned, pulling his hand away. “Fine, fine. I’ll behave.” He let out a sigh as though you’d asked him to give up breathing. 
You chuckled at his dramatics. 
The two of you ended up staying, soaking until the water got cold. Then went about your respective night time routines before finally getting in bed. Right as you lifted the covers up to get in, Lando grabbed you by the arm and pulled you into him. 
“Ah! Don’t even think about it. We both know you’re gonna start snoring the moment your head hits those pillows.” He pushed you down on top of the covers and tickled you until you were breathless, your satin robe coming undone in the process and exposing your naked body underneath. “Plus, I promised you something before your belly began braying, didn’t I?” 
You shoved him playfully, arguing, “It didn’t bray!” 
Lando pinned your wrists above your head and leaned in for a quick kiss. “Pretty sure the guards will ask me if we brought in a pet donkey tomorrow morning.” 
“Lando!” You laughed, trying to get out of his grasp but he was stronger than he looked. 
He ended up shutting you up with a kiss, his bare chest pressing down against yours. His skin was damp, the chains around his neck were cold, he smelled incredible. He was all you wanted. So you wrapped your legs around his waist and pulled him closer. 
He moaned into the kiss when you arched your back, pressing up against him. When he pulled away to look down at you, his stare was fiery, his pretty eyes filled with lust. 
“I love you, you know that right?” He asked. You noticed he often did. 
You nodded quickly. “I know.” You smiled up at him, “And I love you.” 
He smiled before leaning in for a quick kiss before his mouth slowly moved down your body. Kissing along your neck, biting your breasts, kissing down your stomach, your hips, your thighs. 
You lifted your upper body up onto your elbows and met his intense stare. His pretty eyes really were your weakness. Your safe place. Your comfort. Perhaps because when you woke up after that traumatic night years ago, those eyes were the first thing you saw. They’d been your favourite thing since. 
Lando held your stare as he spread your legs further apart, settling in between them. 
He pressed his lips to your inner thigh, his mouth getting closer and closer to your core, you tipped your head back, sighing quietly as you felt his breath against you. You couldn’t help but slide your fingers into his soft, slightly damp hair.
“You’re all mine.” He whispered, his tongue slowly circled your throbbing clit, parting your wet folds with ease. His shoulders parted your legs further apart as he leaned closer. He slowly brought a finger up to your clit, sliding it agonisingly slowly down your slit, parting your wet folds again. 
You trembled under his touch. “All yours,” You sighed in bliss as he slid a finger inside you, stroking your walls gently while he placed his mouth back on your clit.
“Does my face feel too rough now, baby?” He asked. And chuckled proudly when you were only able to moan in response. 
“No…” You gasped, breathless and wanting more even as he teased your clit and finger-fucked you gently. That damn stubble of his rubbed against your poor inner thighs over and over again but you moaned in pleasure despite it all. 
You squirmed and moaned and gasped under his perfect touch. He knew you and your body too well by now, and soon, you were coming undone all over his tongue, your walls clenching violently around his finger. Your fingers scratched his scalp as you tugged harder on his hair as you came.
You were still catching your breath as Lando left small kisses up your body before he hovered above you again, staring deep into your eyes. 
“Please…” You begged, wrapping your legs around his waist again. “I need you in me.” 
Lando gave you a cocky smile before kissing you once again, the taste of you on his tongue still. You didn’t mind the roughness of his stubble this time, but you growled into the kiss because you were impatient and all he did was kiss you over and over again. 
“Impatient, are we?” Lando chuckled at your little growl, not breaking the kiss as he slowly slipped inside of you, groaning into the kiss as he went.
You gasped as he filled you up, all of him stretching you out and fitting nicely inside you. You couldn’t help but moan into his mouth as he moved his hips the slightest bit, making you whine at the feeling of his cock slowly moving in and out of you. 
“Fuck baby, you feel so good…” He groaned, his grip on your body tightens, possibly leaving bruises on your hips and thighs but you didn’t care. 
You would never get bored of this you realised. Of him, his touch, his warmth, his kisses… you were so glad he was yours. 
You could feel your walls clenching around him as he sped up and pounded into you, to a point where the only thing you could focus on was the feeling of him moving against your body. Nothing else in the world mattered. Your long day at work was forgotten, nothing else existed. Just you and him. 
“So fucking good…” He whispered, pounding into you relentlessly, as he bent down to bite your lower lip. 
You moaned at how perfect his lean and muscular body felt against yours. Your legs trembled as you wrapped them tighter around his waist. His thrusts were relentless and unbearably good. You closed your eyes as you felt the pressure around your lower body; tight and hot.
Lando smirked, looking down to where his cock disappeared into you each time he thrust in. “Look at you, baby,” He whispered, “It’s like you were made just for me.” The possessiveness in his voice only made you clench around him again. 
You were unable to say anything because of how good he felt sliding in and out of you. The familiar pressure formed at your core and you whined again when his fingers found your clit while he pounded into you mercilessly.
“Come for me…” he whispered and that was all you needed to hear before you came undone all around him again. Whimpering and back arching off the bed as you came hard around his cock.
He kept pounding into you as your orgasm washed over you, your walls squeezing him violently. Your body trembling under his intense gaze. He watched you in awe, lips parted, breaths in rags, heart racing. 
He almost came as well. But then he slowed down, pulled out and stopped for a moment. He caught his breath, and held back from coming no matter how much he wanted to. He needed to make you come again, he needed to hear you moan for him again. 
“Turn around for me, baby,” He spoke, caressing your thigh as you struggled to sit up. “Come on,” He urged, “Face down, ass up. Come on, baby.” 
You did as he asked, your hips and ass up while your face was pressed against the bed. You were still catching your breath when his hand reached around and touched you in between your legs, his fingers rubbed around your clit and made you tremble and moan given how sensitive you were. 
His body bent over yours, his warm, damp chest pressing against your back as he kissed your shoulder and the back of your neck until his mouth reached your ear, “I know you’re tired, my love,” He whispered, kissing the side of your face while you caught your breath, “But I need you to come for me again. Can you do that for me, baby?” 
You nodded slowly. Lando hummed in satisfaction as he kissed along your shoulder before gripping each side of your hips, and pushing into you from behind. 
Your body was sensitive from earlier, so you whined and whimpered as he filled you up again. Your fingers gripped the covers beneath you tightly, and your mind was foggy, everything was floaty as he pounded into you. 
You reached your high quicker this time, moaning his name and coming undone just a couple of minutes later. 
You felt his thrusts becoming irregular, faster, his cock throb against your walls violently. He groaned and growled as he came, his body wrapping around you from behind. You both fell on your sides, catching your breaths and calming your hearts down. 
“You okay, pretty girl?” He asked, spooning you from behind. 
You could only nod as he kissed you on the back of your neck. 
“You did so good for me, baby.” He murmured, “Now let’s get in bed, yeah?” 
You were pretty much limp after that. So Lando cleaned you up, then himself and then got the bed ready while you just laid there with a smile on your face watching him. He ended up having to tuck you in as well, since you refused to move. 
Lando playfully groaned, “I spoil you too much.” He said, getting on his side of the bed before pulling you close to cuddle under the covers. “People warned me against spoiling my wife too much.” 
You were already half asleep at this point. Damn it, he was right about you falling asleep the moment your head hits the pillows. But still you murmured, more like slurred, “Didn’t they also tell you to shave else your wife will have burns on her inner thighs?” 
Lando chuckled, rubbing his cheek against yours purposely again, “Okay fine, I’ll shave tomorrow. Happy?” 
“Hmm,” You mumbled, already drifting off to sleep. Safe in his arms as you’ll always be. “You better,” Lando chuckled at how you desperately tried to stay awake. “Otherwise I’m gonna run away.” 
With that you were gone. Your breathing changed so Lando knew you were surely asleep. Soon you’ll start snoring softly. He leaned down and kissed your forehead. 
“Silly baby,” He whispered as he adjusted the covers so you were properly warm. “You can’t run away from me,” He whispered against your forehead as he cuddled you, wrapping his arms tighter around you. “There’s a tracking implant in your arm.” 
Then he let out a soft chuckle. “Of course, you don’t know that, do you?” He cooed, “Hmm, baby?” He kissed your forehead again. “There’s so much you don’t know.” He caressed your cheek as you began snoring softly just as he expected. 
He had always found it adorable. He continued whispering to you, knowing you couldn’t hear him. “There’s so much I have to keep from you. I hate lying to you, but it’s for your own good, baby.” 
He kept caressing your face as he spoke to himself, “Like how you mistook me for your saviour that night.” He sighed then admitted, “I was the one who attacked your father’s house. I was the rival. Then I had my men search the house after everyone was dead, and they found you unconscious and brought you to me.” He let out another sigh, pulling you closer. “You were so beautiful, baby. Even with dried up tears on your face. You were the prettiest thing I’d ever seen. And I vowed to never make you cry after that night. It was the last time, I promise.” 
He paused. Then continued, “Your dad was such a pain in my ass, baby. I’m sorry I killed him. I’m sorry I killed all of them. I’m sorry I never told you the truth. How could I? You would hate me forever.” He placed a kiss on your nose, “But look,” He murmured, “All that shit brought you to me. And aren’t we happy together?” 
He let out another chuckle and said, “Wanna know another secret, pretty girl? I’m your anonymous collector. I have a warehouse full of the pieces you exhibit.” He confessed in the darkness and the silence. “I mean, what kind of a husband would I be if I don’t support my wife’s career, huh? Everything I do is to make you happy.” He leaned in to kiss your forehead again. “I love you so much, baby. It drives me insane.” Then he chuckled and added as an inside joke to himself, “Or maybe it did drive me insane already.”
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notanastrologer · 4 months
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Interpreting your Solar return ⭑。༅:*゚:*:✼✿
Use this as a guide. Use at your discretion.
Work of @notanastrologer.
**SR means Solar return.
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What is a solar return-
It is when sun comes back to it original position (sign and degree) as in your natal chart.
Its like a natal chart for a particular year, it can give you insights of what your year will be like.
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💙 FOCUS FOR THE YEAR-
🌬️ First thing first I would l look at the Ascendant sign in SR, house of the sun and SR ascendant lord in your SR chart. This will help you provide insights of what themes will be prominent in that year. Alongside this check your ascendant sign in SR and see which house this sign rules in your natal chart. Theme of that house will be prominent for during that year.
🌬️ Look at planets conjunct your sun in SR chart and which house(s) that planet rules in your SR and NATAL chart.
🌬️ Profection year sign/house will also show which area will be focus for you this year. ( Guidance: Image below shows according to your age what Profection year you have, the outer circle is the house numbers. So as in chart with ages 12,24,36,48,60,72..and so on your Profection year focus will be your first house themes.
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🖤 Themes by house-
1st house- Self, Self care, beauty, changes in mindset, change in perception towards world, focus on physical health , changing surroundings, focus on goals, personality, change in beliefs, confidence, self esteem, expect major changes
2nd house- face, teeth, voice, mouth, beauty, money, material wealth, self teach yourself, family, intermediate family, expenses, possessions, earnings, things a lot valuable to you, Food, comfort, people close to you, your personal space
3rd house - learning, education, extra curricular, hobbies, short term travel, friends, social life, online, siblings, language, starting to learn a new thing, mass communication, Media, things using hands
4th house- family, emotions, surroundings, homeland, ancestors, land, building, property, Well-being, comforts, comfort-zone, familiarity, Mother, Feminine guardians
5th house- Art, music, culture, travel, leisure, sex, love, romance, recreational activities, children, childhood, youth, friends, fun, passion, creativity, early higher education, college, extra-curriculars, sexual life, lovers, crushes
6th house - Health, jobs, co-workers, routine, well-being, mental health, anxiety, stress, material wealth, pets, food, services, diet
7th house - social life, enemies, partnerships, business, career (for some, yes it's 10th from 10th), romantic and sexual partners, marriage, wedding, unions, social service, legalities, contracts, public life
8th house- taboo topics, isolation, Death, spirituality, old age, resources of others, loans, inlaws, sexual health, windfalls, transformations, important for relationships, fears, inheritance, drugs, pharmaceuticals, poison, sexual life
9th house- foreign elements, travel, father, grandparents, higher education, intellectual gains, philosophy, life lessons, spirituality, religion, expansion, morals, beliefs, adventure, international experience, legal matters, dreams
10th house- career, reputation, goals, material wealth, earning, ambition, success, social success, achievements, authority figures, feeling of control, business, commerce, jobs, bosses,
11th house- social circles, friends, peers, extra-curricular activities, technology, social gains, social work and charities, feeling successful, feeling of fulfillment, dreams,
12th house- sleeping, subconscious self, isolation, mental institutions, hospitals, dreaming, spirituality, foreign travels, endings, creativity, imagination
Now you analyse the rest of the planets like you usually do with your natal chart but in the context of this year.
Make sure to check the degrees of all the planets they will provide you good additional insights.
🖤How to read planets-
Sun- it's house will tell about significant theme for the year. Focus of the year. Where you will shine, area of your life people will talk about, your energy for the year, where something significant might happen
Moon- where you are likely to face emotions more or about, can tell about where you face emotional challenges, where you feel at home, how you can derive mental support, where your emotions/heart is for the year
Mercury- where you will think a Lot about, where you can have hands on learning, where your siblings can be helpful, why you would need to travel around, where your friends might be significant, where you might get new friendships, where and/or you will communicate with, what you will talk about
Venus- where you will find love and peace, where you will be blessed or lucky, where you will might encounter love in any form, where will you spend money, where and how you will make relationships,
Mars- where you will have the more energy, where you will be enthusiastic about, where and with who you will have arguments and conflicts, where you will be possessive and protective and ambitious, where you will put the most efforts, where and what gives you confidence, where you can get strength from, drive for the year
Jupiter - where you will be blessed and lucky, where will you will gain most wisdom from or how, where you can encounter people that will being you teachings, what your teachings for the year be, area of life that will expand or area of life you will where you will grow
Saturn - where you will be serious and have to put most effort, where you might feel restricted or lack of, where you will slowly grow, where you might learn lessons, where you might face difficulties, part of life you will take more responsibility
Pluto- where you will experience change that will be significant for you, where you will experience a shift or transformation, area of life you want to take control of but also vulnerable, where you will more powerful, areas of life that will feel more intense or troublesome, where you can attract jealousy
Neptune- which are you might slack on, areas of life you feel like escaping or escaping mechanism for the year, area of life which might be healed, areas of life you can be holistic about, inspiration for the year, where you might be delusional, where you might find Beauty and love, where you might encounter spiritual and occult, area of life you will be confused about.
Uranus - where you will experience shock, sudden change, where you will break traditions or your usual "routine", area of life susceptible to upheaval, where you might be innovative, major change that will happen, where major breakthroughs can happen, area of life where you might feel different
Some random Observations
(Be on the lookout for more Solar return observations. This is just part 1 of many)
I moved abroad when my SR rising was in my natal 9th house.
Venus is 6th in SR can mean having a work crush.
With Venus in 6th in SR you might benefit from having cordial relationships around you.
Mercury in 5th SR, you can a fleeting romance situation or meet someone younger than you.
Mars in 11th in Gemini might have an argument with a childhood friend.
Pluto in 1st/6th more likely to lose weight or gain muscles if aspected by Mars.
Planets in Virgo sign indicates what you will stress over.
Moon aspect sun or rising, expect to have. Relatively stable year emotionally. And look for support in mom or female figures.
When you have your SR rising in natal 12th house and you have planets in 12th house of natal you will work on the themes of those planets. Example- Moon in 12th of natal, you will work on building or finding a home for you, literally and metaphorically. You can find yourself evolving emotionally or dealing with uncharted territory. You might not feel at home or present so you might try to deal with that.
Sun, Pluto, in 1st house will mean that year will be all about you. North node in 1st will mean the year will be more about your goals and what you are aiming for that year
5°,17°,29° Mercury expect a love connection, this may or may not be long term. Can indicate having crushes.
6°,8°,18°,20° Jupiter you can be stressed about studies or college or university stuff.
3°,27°,15° Venus might have romance while short term travel.
9th lord in Solar return ascendant can indicate foreign travel or can show inteyin spiritual activities.
Aries ascendant in Solar return are most likely to have a significant start of something in that year.
Pluto in 6th in SR can be worried about their weight.
Mars in 7th SR can mean confrontations with enemies, break ups.
SR Ascendant lord in 8th house of SR can be a start to new sexual experiences.
Check your degrees on the 9th house cusp, Venus and Jupiter in SR to see how you might be earning the money.
Moon in 12th in SR make sure to pay attention to your mom, it might be a tough for her during that year.
Check for Jupiter's aspect on your Chiron in your SR, you will surely learn from the struggle and are supposed to heal from them.
With Pluto in 2nd or 6th in SR, be careful of what you eat, if afflicted this can cause diseases or allergies especially of at critical degrees.
With sun in 12th or 8th in SR, some stuff might take a hit in your ego, the year will be humbling for you.
Fama(408) square aspect with Neptune can mean negative rumours being spread about you.
Planets in 2nd house of solar return will be your guide and support system for the year. Practice them through the year. Saturn in 2nd in SR can mean practicing patience and maturity. Mercury in 2nd in SR can meaning practicing communication, writing, travelling. Venus in 2nd in SR can mean practicing love and harmony and peace and balance. Jupiter in 2nd in SR can mean practicing wisdom, faith/religion/spirituality and travelling. Mars in 2nd in SR can mean being courageous and bold and passionate. Sun in 2nd in SR can mean being creative and confident. Moon in 2nd in SR can mean practicing intuition and warmth. Neptune in 2nd in SR can mean practicing creativity and intuition. Uranus in 2nd in SR can mean being more innovative and practicing freedom. Pluto in 2nd in SR can mean bringing change and maintaining mystery.
Wherever Saturn is in your SR, you will feel dormant energy in the beginning.
Pluto in SR can be an indication of where you might need to make a change.
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'can i borrow your bed?' part ii
part i
summary: it's been weeks since eddie's room became your safe place for 'time to yourself.' but when your personal time gets unfortunately cut short, he's there to help out.
warnings: 18+ minors dni, pure smut. perv!eddie, choking, masturbation (f and m), p in v, a teeny bit of oral (f receiving), slight dom!eddie, clit slapping (yeah we're going there). eddie calls reader 'sweetheart' and 'brat' and reader calls eddie a pervert.
a/n: you asked for it, lovelies. hopefully it lives up to your expectations! i go feral seeing your reactions <3
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Snow fell heavy and silent as you drove the familiar route to Eddie's trailer. You leaned forward, squinting, as if that would help you see through the whiteout. It was already so dark. But you knew your way. You'd gone there often enough.
It had all started one summer afternoon. Eddie had lent you the privacy of his room so that you could try out your new vibrator -- to much success, in your opinion. Without a partner to help out (and with Eddie woefully oblivious to your feelings for him), that thing was all that stood between you and being pent up enough to snap at the most minor inconvenience.
It had also brought you closer to Eddie, weirdly. It seemed rude to just drop by, do your business, and leave. It wasn't like they wrote etiquette books on this type of thing. So you ended up spending more time with him, buying him a six pack to pay him back which he insisted on splitting. Watching movies, going out (before and after), smoking -- a lot. Until the lines between awkward and normal blurred, and suddenly going to his trailer to get off in peace was as average as going to one of his shows.
It wasn't weird with him. And it made you fall even harder.
You didn't bother knocking. It was too cold to wait for him to answer, anyway. You stomped the snow off your boots, locked the door, and followed the sound of Eddie singing. He was always humming, whistling, or mumbling music to himself. He was in his bedroom, grabbing a fresh pair of pants and a shirt. You sat down on the edge of his bed and crossed your legs under you.
"I can't believe you're dragging me to Harrington's house for a party," he grumbled as a greeting.
You rolled your eyes. "You like him. Everyone does."
"Everyone does," he mocked, wrinkling his nose as he grabbed a crumpled pair of jeans from the floor.
"Don't you own any jeans without tears in them?" you asked. "You're gonna be freezing."
"I run hot," he said.
"So you wouldn't mind me kicking you out for a few minutes?"
Eddie grinned but didn't look up at you as he fished out a pair of socks from his chest of drawers. "You want me to go for a walk? I can."
You shook your head. As the days had gotten colder, you felt worse about shoving Eddie out of his own house to give you privacy. You didn't always let out pornographic-level moans. He could be in the living room, reading a magazine, and seemed completely unfazed by you fooling around in the next room when you came out.
"I was about to hop in the shower," he said after grabbing a pair of boxers and adding it to his pile. "I'll be about ten minutes. Is that enough time?"
"Sure."
He left the room, waving over his shoulder as he went. "Have fun!" he called, and shut the door behind him.
Oh, you would. The thought of being with him all night, him searching you out in the crush of people, meeting his eyes from across the room... You didn't even need to tease yourself to get yourself going. The thought of him was enough.
It was always enough.
--
The water pressure was shit, but that was what trailer life entailed. A small stove, an even smaller water heater, and thin walls.
Very thin walls.
While Eddie couldn't hear the buzz of the vibrator over the rush of water, he could hear your moans. It was as if he was tuned into the sound, picking it out from the roar of the rest of the world. He was already hard from the thought of you -- that was enough -- and he shampooed and washed as quickly as he could. The rest of the shower would be spent with his hand around his cock; there would be no time between then and the party, after all.
He bit down on his lower lip to keep from groaning, forehead resting on the wall the bathroom shared with his bedroom.
Five minutes may have passed. Your moans were getting higher. He knew you were close; after so many months, he had memorized every gasp and squeak, every moan and sigh. He could tell when you were close to cumming, when you were frustrated, when you wanted it rough.
"Fuck!"
Eddie froze. He knew that, too, but not from your visits. He'd heard the same tone of voice when your car's engine gave out last winter, and again that past summer when you'd lost your favourite necklace. (He'd kept it under his pillow for a week, imagining tightening it around your throat while you laid under him, until he gave it back under the guise of finding it laying around.)
He poked his head out of the shower.
"Y/N?" he called, then cut the water. "Y/N, are you okay?"
"Y-You can hear me over the shower?"
He winced. "Y... Yeah."
"Oh... Whatever!" Frustration bled through every word. "Whatever, just... It's fine."
"Doesn't sound fine," he said as he stepped out and wrapped a towel around his waist. He left the bathroom and stood at the closed bedroom door. "What happened?"
"Stupid thing ran out of batteries."
"Oh." He frowned, uncertain of what to say. "I'm guessing the timing wasn't ideal?"
"Great deduction skills, Munson." You sighed heavily. He could hear the sheets shuffling. "You wouldn't happen to have any extras laying around, would you?"
"Not that I've seen."
"Well," you said after a moment. "I guess that ends that..."
"Or..."
It was stupid. That was the best part about it: he could just play it off as a joke, if it was too much. He could laugh and muss your hair and tease you about it after.
But if you said yes...
"Or?" you pressed, the silence between you loaded.
"Can I be of assistance?"
--
What? You, he... What?
You blinked, lips parted in shocked, staring at the door that stood between you. Your whole body still tingled, was still ready, still on the edge. But suddenly, it felt as if you were in a dream. You couldn't have heard him right.
"Are you serious?" you asked just as he followed up with, "I-It's no big deal to me."
You both laughed.
"Can I come in?" he asked. "I'm, I'm decent, by the way. Wearing a towel."
"Y-yeah," you said, tucking yourself further into the sheets.
Eddie stepped inside and shut the door behind him. You must have looked silly, his covers up to your chin. But you quickly forgot about what you looked like. You fought not to stare, the towel sitting low on his hips, one hand keeping it pinned closed. Water droplets still clung to his bare chest, making his tattoos glitter. His hair was longer, heavier with water, dripping as it clung to his neck and shoulders. The room was small, and you could feel the raging heat that radiated from his body.
"So were... were you serious?" you asked again. "Or are you just making fun of me?"
"I'd never make fun of you, sweetheart."
You scoffed. He gave you a crooked grin.
"Yeah. Yeah, I'm serious. A friend in need, you know?"
"It wouldn't bother you? Like, it wouldn't be gross to you, seeing as we're friends?"
Eddie clapped a hand over his chest, wincing. "I see how it is. She thinks being with me is gross."
"N-No! I just don't want it to be awkward."
He looked up at your through his lashes, smiling. "I think we're well past awkward." He rubbed the back of his neck. "And if it makes you feel any better, you'd be helping me out with a, uh, similar problem."
Your gaze drifted down to the towel. It hadn't struck you that it sat awkwardly on his hips, betraying the shape just beneath. You chewed your lip.
"You're making me feel like a piece of meat, Y/N."
Your eyes shot back up to meet his, your cheeks heating.
"Are we doing this, Munson?"
Eddie pulled one hand away from his waist, opening the towel a little. The other side still covered him, but he waggled his eyebrows nonetheless.
"Should I do a strip tease? Will that do it for you?"
You giggled and sat up on your knees, keeping the sheets wrapped around you. He made you feel so... relaxed. They never laughed in the pornos, or in smutty books. But it felt right, to tease and snicker and scoff.
You shot him a wink. "Oh, are we doing it that way?"
You let the sheets drop.
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Fuck. Fuck.
Eddie had kept the mood semi-serious to make you feel comfortable. To give you an out. And if you asked him to stop -- if you hesitated for one second -- he would withdraw. But it was certainly difficult to go back from this.
You were... God, you were perfect. Every freckle and mark, curve and bump, slope and shadow. It was like you were made to be held, to be kissed, praised -- no, worshiped. No matter what you looked like, he knew he'd be on his knees for you. But this was so much more than he'd expected.
Eddie stalked forward, to the edge of the bed, and your eyes tracked him all the way. Steady, studying -- anxiety swimming deep in your gaze. She thinks I'm not sure. He let his fingers drift up your neck until he held your cheek, thumb running over your bottom lip. You shut your eyes, your shaky sigh warming his chest -- inches away from each other.
"If you're not sure, we can stop. Okay?"
You nodded. He pressed him thumb to your chin and pulled your mouth open.
"Use your words."
"Okay," you repeated.
He let his towel drop, and you opened your eyes at the sound. He could see your throat bob.
"You're already..."
Eddie let his fingers drift under your chin, pulling your gaze up.
"I may have heard a little more in the shower than I let on."
"You were eavesdropping?" you gasped, mock salaciousness.
"Are you mad?"
His hand grazed your throat, down to the slope of your shoulder, tracing the bones, the curves. You shook your head, and he pushed you. It only took a little pressure for you to fall back, and he climbed over you.
"You sounded so sweet," he whispered against your throat, lips brushing the soft skin there. "I couldn't resist touching myself. It can be difficult, knowing someone so beautiful is laying in my bed, fucking herself with her vibrator."
He pressed a kiss to the base of your throat, suckling, nipping, drawing out soft mewls from your lips. Your hands drew up his back, tangled in his hair. Encouraging him as he dipped his head low, peppering kisses all over your chest, between your tits, beneath them. His nose brushed a nipple, and it stiffened in a second. Already, you were wet with shower water. Eddie lapped up the droplets, tongue snaking out to flick over your peaked nipple. You let out a sharp gasp, fingers twisting in his hair.
One hand ghosted up your leg, tracing over your knee, your thigh, your hip. His fingers brushed your pubic bone. He released your nipple with a wet pop, looked up at you.
"Yes?" he asked.
--
You took his hand and guided it to your slick folds, still tingling from the vibrator. The second he touched your clit, you let out a soft sigh -- not shocked but satisfied. Finally, your body sighed. Finally, he was touching you. You wanted to throw your head back and shut your eyes as his mouth sealed over your other nipple, tongue swirling and flicking over it. But you didn't want to miss a second, especially when he shot a coy glance your way.
He circled your clit, testing each side until he found the one that made you moan the loudest, made your hips buck up to meet his touch. Eddie dipped his fingers between your folds, spreading your slick all over your hot, puffy sex. His touch electrified you. Excited currents ran just under your skin, and your heart pounded so hard you were certain he could feel it.
He was hot. Maybe it was from the shower, but his touch seared you. The windows of the trailer were fogged up. He read each sound you made and seemed to chase them, seeking out every moan. You could have gotten lost in him -- in his heat, his scent, his skilled touch. When he slipped two fingers between your folds, you spread your legs wider -- eager, begging.
"Eddie," you breathed, searching for the words but coming up blank. "You... you're amazing, you're... Are you rutting against the bed?"
"I can stop myself, sweetheart," he panted against your chest. "I'm knuckle-deep in your hot, soaked cunt, my face buried in your tits. I'm aching down here."
"Stop using the bed," you giggled. "Start using me."
Something changed in him then. Something shifted in his face, moved in his eyes -- something darker, baser, something that ran deeper than what he showed on the surface. Eddie lifted himself up, kneeling between your legs. He withdrew his fingers from your pussy and used your slick to coat himself. He pumped his cock over you, looking you up and down.
"Do you know how hard it is, sleeping in this bed after you've used it? Some nights I lay awake wondering if I'm going insane."
You grasped one of your tits, kneading the nipple between your fingers. "I think about you when I lay here. Pretending my vibrator is your cock."
"Like this?" He slid his cock against your folds. Hot, hard, velvety soft.
You tipped your head back, grinding up against him. "Yes, yes."
His thrusts were slow, hard, pressing against your aching cunt with enough pressure to make your squirm. Eddie grasped your hips and held you down, grip strong enough to leave marks. It stung, nails digging into your flesh. But the pain mingled with the heat between your legs, the delicious friction that built up and up as he picked up the pace.
"How often do you listen to me?" you gasped, grasping his forearm with one hand as the other played with your tit.
Eddie's chuckle was dark, low. "How often do you moan my name?"
You lifted your legs, locking them around his waist. "Fucking pervert."
His expression darkened. He moved one hand to your throat, squeezing the sides. "You're the one leaving wet spots on my sheets, sweetheart."
"I'll bet you lick them up."
Eddie shifted, leaning down to lick a firm stripe from your opening to your clit, his hot tongue laid flat against you. You let out a quivering moan, grasping at his hair. You shut your eyes, lifting your hips up, begging for more. All you got was a quick, rough slap on the clit, then he was lining his cock up to your opening.
"You're being so mean to me," he said, his voice hoarse with arousal. "I lent you my bed all those times. Was a perfect gentleman to you. Now here I am, helping you get off, holding back when all I want to do is stuff my cock into your pretty mouth, and what do you do? Call me a pervert." Both his hands returned to your hips, holding you down again. "Beg for it, Y/N. Beg for my cock."
He pushed inside -- just a little, just enough for it to sting. You tried to push further, but his hands were firm on you, pressing you into the plush bed. Your pussy clenched around nothing, begging for something -- for him.
--
"Please," you mewled. "Please, Eddie. I want you."
That was enough for him. God, you didn't even have to say anything. Just tasting you, feeling you rut against him, hearing your desperate moans -- all of it was enough to drive him crazy. But Eddie wanted more. He had held back for so long, now he wanted to savour it.
"You want me to what?"
You pouted, and one hand came up to grasp your jaw.
"Don't act like a brat. Use your words, or I'll get dressed and we'll go to the party right now. I'll let you squirm all night. Tell me what you want." He let go of your jaw and returned his hand to your hip.
"I want you to fuck me! I want your cock inside me."
It was a whine. A drawn-out, pathetic cry for him. Eddie smirked and, slowly, carefully, pulled you onto him. You were hot, wet, soft. So much more than he had imagined. You let out a moan, head tipped back, eyes shut, back arching. He bottomed out and paused, catching his breath. Your pussy throbbed around his length, and it was all he could do not to cum right then.
"You okay, sweetheart?" he panted, trying and failing to keep the arousal from his voice.
You nodded. "Mhm."
He moved his hips -- slowly at first, testing, teasing. Drinking in the feeling of your cunt clenching around him, your fingernails digging into his forearms. But as you relaxed, as the tension melted from you as stinging subsided and became pleasure, his thrusts grew faster, harder. He grunted with effort, from the warm, tight sensation pooling in his lower abdomen.
The snow outside muffled all sound. There was only your moans, his gasping breaths, and the slap of your flesh against his. He released your hip and traced two fingers across your lips. You opened them, sucking the digits for a moment before he pulled away and circled your clit.
"Eddie," you groaned.
"You like that, sweetheart? You like it when I play with your pussy?"
You nodded, but Eddie hardly saw. He was too distracted by the way your tits bounced with every thrust. There was so much more he wanted to do to you. He wanted another taste of your cunt; he wanted to fuck your throat; he wanted to let you ride him. But right now, he was addicted to the way you moaned, the way you looked beneath him. He couldn't focus on anything else.
This was already more than enough.
"Eddie," you moaned again as he licked his fingers and returned them to your clit. "'m gonna cum."
"Do it, sweetheart. Let go and cum for me."
--
Your orgasm was so strong that your eyes shut, your back arched, and your fingernails scraped down his arms. Heat exploded from your core. You forced your eyes open, watching Eddie as he thrust wildly into your cunt, letting you ride out every dizzying wave.
"'m so close, Y/N. S-so clo-- f-fuck."
You felt his cock twitch inside of you. Eddie stopped rubbing your clit, which was already overstimulated from his attention, and gripped the sheets above your head to steady himself. Warmth filled you as he came, letting out a string of barely-intelligible cusses.
Eddie leaned forward, his forehead on the bed beside your head, panting hard. His wet hair fell over your shoulder. You lifted it, tucking it behind his ear. He was red there, and all over his chest, up his neck. He turned his head to you, smiling.
"Holy shit," he gasped.
You giggled. "My thoughts exactly."
His hands came to cup your face, and as he slid out of you, you both sat up. He held you, one arm winding around your waist. You flung your arms over his shoulders.
"You... You were okay with that?" he asked.
You scoffed. "No. I cried out in pleasure because I hated every second."
He pinched your cheek. "So. You wouldn't mind doing that again?"
You couldn't hold back your smile. "Yes! I, I mean, no, I wouldn't mind. I'd... I'd like that, I --"
Eddie's nose slid against yours, his lips inches away from you. How was it that moments earlier, he was inside of you, yet this felt more intimate? You tipped your chin up, letting your lips brush. He closed the distance, mouths meeting in a slow, deep kiss.
"Should we start now?"
He leaned back, studying your face with an incredulous expression. "I thought we were going to Harrington's party."
"I mean..." You lifted one shoulder. "If you insist."
Eddie shook his head. "Oh, no. I just got you, sweetheart; no way I'm giving you up that easy."
He pulled you down, on top of him, and both of you let out a laugh quickly cut off by another kiss. You could have stayed there all night in his bed. Your bed, really. You planned on being in it often enough, after all.
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OBSESSIVE FANBOY! GETO SUGURU X IDOL! READER HC
contents warning: nsfw/dark content, yandere and stalking, manipulation, manager! geto, perv! geto. Public sex, recording, breeding kink
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— GETO SUGURU
Fanboy! Geto who is the most subtle and successful out of all the other fanboys
Fanboy! Geto has stanned you since predebut, he was infatuated with your y2k aesthetic especially how well you suited it
Fanboy! Geto who tells his friends he “only likes your music” and your group has good vocals but make a point to let his friends know you’re his bias
Fanboy! Geto who has a private account on twitter with zero followers he has just retweet all of ur pics and videos
Fanboy! Geto who watches all your vlogs, and has seen every season of your variety show, falling in love with you personality and weird humor but also cause he thought you were hot)
Fanboy! Geto who has every single version of your groups albums, selling all other pcs of your groups members/ trading them for your photocards
Fanboy! Geto who spends thousands and thousands of dollars on his addiction, not even caring because he feels like it was money well spent
Fanboy! Geto who attends every single concert and is front row with a mask and his hair in a bun, but never attends fanmeets up close, thinking the close proximity to you would make him too nervous to say anything
Fanboy! Geto who meets you in cafe purely on accident, you bumped into him, spilling your iced coffee all over him, profusely apologizing and offering to pay for his shirt and he reassured you on how it’s completely before he almost instinctively made an excuse to leave cause being near you made his heartbeat too fast, the interactions leaving him completely smitten over you
Fanboy! Geto who’s admiration for you completely changed after that meeting, sparking some thing inside him he never though he’d feel before, love, he was immediately enamoured
Fanboy! Geto who follows behind your car, just once, to make sure you get one safe
Fanboy! Geto who’s visits the cafes and food you recommend when you travel
Fanboy! Geto who always take double takes when he sees girls that look like you, then openly frowning at them when he realizes it’s not you
Fanboy! Geto who’s a delulu stan and felt like you were talking about him specifically when you were asked what your type is and you said “Guys with long dark hair,” after that he was sure you would love him like he did you
Fanboy! Geto who sends a love confession as fanmail but never signs it cause he thinks it’s his personal way of getting his feelings out so he can move on but can’t help but get annoyed whenever he overhears someone say they’re a big fan of yours
Fanboy! Geto was in so much distress when he found out your company was mistreating your group, especially for not ensuring your safety and not paying you, which lead to it disbanded shortly after
Fanboy! Geto who follows your social media’s closely, watching to see if you’re going to debut again because he’s been a loyal fan so long as wasn’t going to stop now
Fanboy! Geto who hates all other kpop groups because none of them are as good as yours in his eyes
Fanboy! Geto who has anonymously doxxed your anti’s before for sending hate/threats
Fanboy! Geto who worries for your safety cause you don’t have a company to protect you so he takes it upon himself to follow you home (from a distance, of course) saying he’s only making sure bad fans don’t hurt you… because you were his
Fanboy! Geto who calls in a couple favours to pull the new manager job for your trio debut once you announced what company you joined on twitter in the reply section of your profile…
Fanboy! Geto who acts super nonchalant about his job but he, gojo and nanami go absolutely crazy in their gc (that’s obviously on his personal phone not his business one)
Fanboy! Geto who’s so happy about the gap between fan and idol has closed, now your just his
Fanboy! Geto who intimidates people so he can push for your group to lean into being more sexy now that he can have a say
Fanboy! Geto who favours you in your trio but keeps it subtle by giving you gifts through the form of food and clothes and saying he’s just trying to take care of his star
Fanboy! Geto who never tell you about his obsession, no matter what
Fanboy! Geto who takes pics of you bending over in tiny little skirts, or pics of you leaning over with your chest pressed together and jerk’s off to them later
Fanboy! Geto who pushes for more sexy dances and for you to be the center, saying it’s for fan service and cause you’re the most popular but in reality he just wants to see you dance like a whore in skimpy clothes
Fanboy! Geto who compliments you everyday, his sweet yet nonchalant demeanour making your cheeks feel ablaze as his never ending comments making you practically swoon over him, just the way he wanted you to
Fanboy! Geto who loves your little crush on him, teasing you endlessly, watching you pout whenever he tells you he’s going out with someone (which is so obviously a lie but you believe it)
Fanboy! Geto who teases you when you two are alone about how cute and sexy you are, laying in your bed comfortably while you try on the new clothes he buys you and spinning around for him, not knowing he’s rubbing his cock under the blanket
Fanboy! Geto who has to practically go fuck his fist in the bathroom after you have dance practice, every single time
Fanboy! Geto who has gets you alone before asking you out, watching you get all nervous as he confronts you about your crush and he cock twitched when you confirmed you liked him, someone about how you had no idea what he did to get here, really turned him on right now, he loved your naïveté 
Fanboy! Geto who asks you out but says you have to keep it lowkey because your fans will get jealous.
Fanboy! Geto who’s so happy he worked hard to meet you cause you’re the best thing that’s ever happened to him
Fanboy! Geto who’s into public play, and teases you under the table all the time, pushes you into bathrooms to play with you or gropes you from behind when people aren’t looking
“What would your fans think know their little songbird likes having her pussy stuffed with my cock all the time, mmh?” He whispered into your ear, slamming into your wet cunt from behind with your dress lifted over your ass. “Come on dove, use your words for me now.”
“Yes— ah fuck!” You say biting you lip trying to stifle you moan.
“Don’t hide that pretty smile baby, your on camera.” He said cheekily, slowing his thrusts but making them harder and harder with each one while he fucks you in front of his phone in the bathroom stall of a high end restaurant.
Fanboy! Geto who tells you all the time about how pretty you look when he fucks you on camera, sometimes watching it back with you while he plays with your pussy, trying to see how long it’ll take for you to become overstimulated
Fanboy! Geto who nearly cums in his pants when you tell him you wanna try it raw but he needs to pull out cause you’re not on birth control
Fanboy! Geto who’s so in love with you as you are him that you’d never suspected anything from him
“Aww come on, you look so fucked out already…” He teases, rubbing your over sensitive clit and watching you squirm while he watches you ride his cock, you movements slowing as your legs become weak. He grabs your ass, giving it a squeeze before he starts making his hips meet yours. He watches your face confront with pleasure before he switches positions with you, you now laying on the bed, but on your stomach. He pushes his thick tip inside you, teasing your hole before giving in, thrusting into you hard but slowly
“Fuck, you feel so tight!” He groaned as his paces quickens. “Want my cum in you? Huh say it pretty girl.” He continued his assault on your pussy, one hand on your hip and the other gripping hair. You babble incoherently you pathetically nod. Making him pull out completely . “Come one songbird, let’s hear you.” He coos at you.
“Need your cum in me please Sugu’…” You whine you, looking back at him. Feeling both his hands on your hips now, he rubs his cock along your puffy cunt, before slamming deep into you, making your toes curl.
All you can hear are your moans and whimpers along with the sound of skin smacking into each other. He gave you kisses along your back before he held you down, balls twitching has he emptied his load in you. Watching to squirm as he fills you up before slowly pulling out. Watching his cum leak out of your pussy.
“I think it’s time you guys had a hiatus anyways huh? We can have alone time?”
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So one day, I'll write this, but today is not that day.
Steve point blank would not go and work for his dad, he still took the money he was offered though. Argyle pitches a pizza place; Steve thinks, fuck it, and invests.
Jon does deliveries, Robin does the accounts, Nancy swings in once and a while and makes sure they're insured and up to code. Steve does whatever Argyle tells him on busy nights.
It does so good in little old Hawkins. It does so good they expand. Steve buys a run down diner. Steve knows how to cook, and Argyle has taught him how to cook large scale. Steve falls in love with the line cook gig.
The expansion is crazy, within five years Nancy becomes site manager for their 12 restaurants; they have diners, pizza joints, and one fancy Italian place that Steve has been inside of (Maybe) five times total. Robin is the company accountant, Jon still does deliveries, but now it's more logistics and stock management; if a location is stuck for something Jon is the guy they call.
It's all successful enough that Steve just...stops being involved. Nancy is pretty much running the show, he can just...be paid his CEO salary, and take the midweek nightshifts that no one wants. He loves that Diner; it was the first one they opened and it has a special place in his heart.
He loves the quiet of the night shifts, just him and his grill plate and the slow but steady orders for the lonely people who can't sleep, just like Steve.
And then there's this new hire. This..kid, who granted is stupid pretty, but he's all long sharp limbs and clumsy pointy joints and he smashes like, three things on just the first night and Steve is gritting his teeth because his quiet serenity has been disturbed ...because this kid will not shut up.
He has no idea Steve actually owns the company, but that doesn't stop him apologising every thirty seconds for one thing or another. If he's not apologising he's talking about his nerd games, or music, or asking Steve what he's into, not loosing any steam at all of Steve doesn't even answer. Eventually, Steve growls at him to shut it for a bit. And the kid just kind of. Droops.
And Steve feels pretty shitty, and that same night a rowdy bunch of kids come in and even from behind the pass, Steve can see that Eddie Does Not Want To Serve Them.
But he does. It's his job.
And Steve can hear these kids calling Eddie ta freak or whatever. And Steve is not having that; he throws the kids out by the scruff of their necks and tells them to never come back again.
And Eddie's just looking at Steve with his big pretty brown eyes like Steve's an actual Hero. And yeah. Steve has a.problem.
They definitely fuck about it in a supply cupboard or a bathroom or something at some point. Maybe in the pantry and Robin pulls a face about kitchen hygiene. Or something.
Maybe I'll make it A/B/O and put Eddie in a cute little uniform, just to really stress Steve out.
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mcdynamite · 1 year
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When everything settles down after Vecnapocalypse, Steve gets a call from the athletic director at Hawkins High School, and a day later, he accepts a part-time position as the assistant coach of the Hawkins High varsity basketball team.
Lucas is obviously stoked, and the other kids concede (after a few minutes of bemoaning Steve's return to the Dark Side) that it's a perfect job for him. Robin screeches with delight, and Nancy tells him she's proud of him, and Jonathan thumps him on the back with a quiet, "Congrats, man," and Eddie?
Well, Eddie just rolls his eyes and makes a joke about the Return of the King that goes right over Steve's head (but has the kids and, wouldn't ya know it, Nancy, grinning) and doesn't say much else.
It's probably stupid, but Eddie has actually (horrifyingly) grown to like hanging out with Steve. Sure, he knows next to nothing about D&D or Lord of the Rings or metal music, but that doesn't seem to matter all that much. He still listens to Eddie rant about all of those aforementioned interests and does his best to understand, even if he doesn't particularly care about the content of Eddie's latest campaign. He lets Eddie play Dio and Metallica and Black Sabbath for him, and even though Eddie can tell he's not really into most of their music, at the end of his "Musication" he gives Eddie a list of the songs he actually liked, so they have some stuff to listen to when they hang out that won't make one of them want to puncture their own eardrums.
He even looks genuinely apologetic (and, dare Eddie say, disappointed?) when he tells Eddie that it's not that he doesn't want to read Lord of the Rings. It's just that he can't, because reading is really fucking hard when the letters won't stop jumping all over the damn place.
The point is: Eddie likes Steve. He likes Steve's sarcastic quips and his attentiveness, and his hilarious but well-meaning and frighteningly successful mothering of the teenagers they apparently co-parent. Eddie likes Steve, and he likes being his friend, and he's afraid that this stupid Assistant Coach job will end up dragging Steve headfirst back into his King Steve days, and Steve will forget all about being friends with Eddie "The Freak" Munson.
It's so, so stupid, because while Eddie likes Steve, he also knows Steve, and he knows that Steve isn't the guy who used to hang around the Tommy Hagans of the world anymore. But the fear is there, and it's still there by the time the school year starts and Steve starts getting busy "prepping" for his new job, which... what? The basketball season doesn't start until January, so what the hell kind of prep would Steve be starting in August?
Eddie wonders, but he doesn't ask. He just anxiously waits to see if Steve will eventually decide to ditch him, and he continues to be quietly delighted when Steve always, always makes time for the two of them to hang out.
The thought of Steve going back into jock-mode still makes him kinda sick, but he'll never tell Steve that. Steve is way too excited for the start of the basketball season, and Eddie is gonna support him the same way Steve supports Eddie at his Corroded Coffin concerts: with begrudging interest and genuine pride, so help him God.
It goes on like this until one day, Eddie's begrudging interest suddenly becomes a little more genuine, when he accidentally stumbles upon what Steve meant for the last three months whenever he said he was "prepping for the season." 
He's got plans to hang out with Steve that afternoon, pulling up in his van fifteen minutes late because time management has never been one of his strong suits. Only, when he gets to Casa Harrington, he notices something strange. The garage is open.
The thing is, Steve always parks the Beemer in the driveway. He never uses the garage. Actually, Eddie didn't even realize Steve had a garage at all, until now, but he hears some clanging coming from inside and goes to investigate. He walks past the Beemer (parked in the driveway where it always is) and peers inside, expecting to maybe find Steve... repairing something? Reorganizing? Honestly, he has no clue what he thinks he'll find in there.
What he definitely doesn't expect to find is Steve Harrington in the middle of what appears to be a pretty fucking intense workout – hair and tank top damp with sweat, wearing frankly indecently short shorts, and breathing steadily as he does fucking pull-ups on the bar in his garage, which has apparently been converted into a whole goddamn home gym.
Eddie stops in his tracks and stares, affording himself a moment or two to have a teeny, tiny (enormous) crisis over it.
Steve hasn't noticed him yet, and Eddie can't tear his stupid eyes away from the way Steve's arms tremble from the exertion as he pulls himself up, face pinched into a concentrated frown. Eddie can see him gritting his teeth, can see the muscles in his arms and shoulders straining a little bit. Even worse, every time Steve lowers himself down, his stupid tank top rides up just enough to expose the (not at all soft, apparently) plains of his stomach, glistening with sweat, and God, Eddie wants to lick Steve fucking Harrington's abs like a-
Oh, no.
Oh, fuck no.
Oh, Jesus H. Christ, fucking shit, NO.
Listen... It's not like Eddie hasn't already known for years that he's gay. He's been fully aware of that since middle school. It's the reason his dad kicked him out and sent him to live with Wayne, for fuck's sake. It's just that Eddie has put a lot of effort into pretending his thoughts about Steve Harrington were totally, completely, 100% platonic up until this point, and now he can feel all of that hard work going down the metaphorical drain.
He stands there, stock still with his jaw hinged open, and stares while his brain melts out of his ears and his thoughts begin to race. God, those fucking arms. Eddie's not weak, but he's definitely weaker than Steve, which means Steve could definitely pin Eddie down if he wanted to. In a bed. Against the wall. On the hood of a car. Fuck, on the goddamn floor – Eddie's not picky! All he knows is that he wants Steve to leave the workout for later so Eddie can lick the sweat off of him, which... gross. But also hot. But also-
"Eddie?"
Oh, fuck. How does one talk to the sun?
Steve has noticed him standing there, obviously, which sort of makes Eddie wonder how long he's been staring. Time stopped in Eddie's world the moment a sweaty Steve Harrington entered his field of vision, so he truly has no idea how bad his staring got.
Christ, this is going to be so bad.
So, so bad.
"Eds?" Steve says, his face pinching into a frown. "You okay?"
Oh my god, you moron, say something! Eddie's brain screams at him.
"What?" Smooth. "Uh, yeah! Totally fine. Just, y'know, like, lost in thought, or whatever. Plotting my next demonic attempt at world domination. The usual."
Steve looks at him like he's grown a second head, which... is fair. But Eddie's fumbling attempt at speech is at least embarrassing enough to take precedence over the cacophonous sound of whatever Ode to Abs his mind was attempting to compose, and Eddie feels like he can think a little more clearly.
"Ah, fuck," Eddie mutters, pinching the bridge of his nose. He sighs and looks at Steve apologetically. "I'm sorry, dude. I swear I'm fine. It's just been a weird day."
Steve cocks his head to the side like a particularly inquisitive puppy, and oh God, it's adorable. Eddie loathes how adorable it is. "Good weird?" Steve asks. "Or bad weird?"
Eddie ponders his answer for a moment, then replies with, "Weird weird."
That's enough to startle a laugh out of Steve, who shakes his head and wraps a towel around his neck. "Fair enough, man. Sorry about all of this, by the way." He gestures vaguely towards the home gym in his garage and shrugs sheepishly. "I was gonna be done before you got here but I sorta... lost track of time, I guess." He's got an unreadable look on his stupidly beautiful face, and Eddie doesn't like that at all. He doesn't like that one bit.
But he decides not to overthink it and brushes Steve's apology off with a wave of his hand. "It's whatever, dude. Might wanna shower, though." The ‘otherwise I might take it upon my gay little self to lick you clean’ is left blessedly unsaid.
Steve laughs again, and just like that, things start to feel a bit less earth-shattering. They banter for a bit longer, then Steve really does go to take a quick shower, and they spend the rest of the night lying on the floor of Steve's living room, listening to the metal mix tape they made together and bitching about their brood of teenagers.
Weirdly, though, after that day, Steve seems to be working out a lot more frequently. As in almost every single time he and Eddie have plans. Day after day, Eddie is treated to the sight of Steve Harrington looking like a goddamn Greek god, and day after day, Steve catches his eye and smiles before abandoning his equipment and acting like Eddie's world hasn't been completely turned on its head.
It's starting to drive him kind of insane, honestly, and his pining has gotten so bad that even Gareth and Jeff know.
"He's just so pretty!" Eddie whines for what feels like the thousandth time.
His band mates simply exchange a long-suffering look and let him ramble.
It all comes to a head in November, just before Thanksgiving, when Eddie shows up and once again finds Steve finishing a workout. Just like always, Steve shoots him a good-natured grin and greets him before heading inside for a quick shower, and just like always, Eddie waits downstairs.
NOT like always, however, this time Steve comes jogging down the stairs with wet hair, wearing a pair of joggers and... absolutely nothing else.
It's been a long time since Eddie last saw Steve without a shirt on (since the day at Lover's Lake when they found watergate, to be precise), and suddenly Eddie is remembering why he'd immediately pulled out a cigarette to calm down that day. Only this time it's even worse, because Steve has really been putting effort into these workouts, and it shows.
His chest is toned and covered in coarse hair that Eddie kind of wants to tug on, just to see what sort of sounds Steve would make if he did. He's got the makings of an honest-to-God six pack just barely visible on his abdomen, partially obscured by scars Eddie recognizes from looking at his own in the mirror. Steve's are slightly smaller and not as deep, but they clearly came from the same sets of tiny jaws, and Eddie finds them weirdly comforting, these matching scars that they share. Steve's look pale in contrast against his skin, and God, Eddie just wants to kiss them. He wants to worship them and every other inch of the man who bears them.
The man who definitely just said something Eddie didn't hear because he was too busy trying not to pass out from mere proximity to something so beautiful.
"Sorry, what?" Eddie asks, shaking his head violently in an attempt to dispel his traitorous thoughts.
Steve smirks, but Eddie can see the soft fondness in his eyes when he cocks his head to the side and repeats the words Eddie missed the first time. "I asked if you see something you like, Munson," Steve teases, one hand carding wet hair out of his face, and Eddie just blinks at him.
Play it off, play it off, play it off, his brain supplies helpfully. He can totally play this off. Dudes stare at their friends’ chests all the time, right?
"What?" he practically squeaks. "I- well... no, wait, um... ah, fuck."
So much for plausible deniability.
He's just beginning to feel vaguely panicky when Steve seems to catch on, and he's right in front of Eddie in an instant, concerned, hazel eyes gazing down at Eddie's grimacing face.
"Hey," Steve says, reaching out like he wants to touch Eddie but thinks better of it. "It's okay, man. You're okay. I'm just messing with you."
The impact of his words is instant, and Eddie can feel his face heating up. Of course Steve was joking. God, Eddie is such an idiot.
"Right," Eddie says, voice strained. He rubs his face with both hands, shaking his head lightly. "Duh. Obviously you were teasing." His voice sounds strange even to his own ears, and he's got a weird feeling of anticipation in his stomach that tells him that he's already shown too many of his cards.
"I mean, yeah..." Steve says, seeming nervous for the first time since Eddie got here. His hands flit from the back of his neck to his hair to his waist, like he doesn't know what to do with them. "Teasing is, like, flirting 101, so..."
Eddie freezes.
"Oh my God, wait..." he says slowly, finally daring to meet Steve's confused eyes. "Flirting?"
Steve looks utterly perplexed now, and he does that thing where he cocks his head to the side in confusion. 
It's still adorable. Fuck, why is it so adorable? 
"Um... yes?" He studies Eddie, seems to register the shock on his face, and then matches it with shock of his own. "Wait, you didn't know? I thought you knew!"
"I most certainly did not!" Eddie counters, feeling a bit like he's having an out-of-body experience.
"Oh my God," Steve says. "Oh my God, Eddie, I've been flirting with you for, like, months!"
"Months?!" Eddie's voice has officially reached the stratosphere.
"Yes!" Steve yelps. He looks torn between laughing and crying, though Eddie thinks it'll be mildly hilarious no matter what choice he makes. "Jesus, dude, I winked at you while I was doing pull-ups last week! What did you think that was?"
"A hallucination!" Eddie says immediately. "You're straight, Harrington!"
At that, Steve snorts, then shakes his head.
Eddie's pretty sure his brain is melting by now.
"Yeah, um, no," Steve says firmly. "I'm definitely not straight."
"You... I... What? Since when?"
"Well..." Steve begins, briefly glancing away. "Since forever, technically. Probably. But officially, since that time I made out with Tommy H. after we got wasted at a party sophomore year. And if that wasn't enough proof, I think the amount of time I’ve spent staring at your ass lately definitely is."
Eddie stares at him. "Am I dead?" he asks dumbly. "Is this Heaven? Am I having a fucking stroke?"
Steve's laughter is bright when it rings through his living room, and Eddie is grateful when Steve carefully raises a hand to cup his cheek, because the soft touch is grounding in the best way. 
"Definitely not dead, Eds," Steve says. "And shit, I hope you're not having a stroke. How many fingers am I holding up?"
Eddie just blinks at him, because Steve has one hand on Eddie's cheek and the other on Eddie's arm, and he's definitely not holding up any fingers. "Zero, Harrington, what the fuck?" he says weakly.
Steve laughs – no, scratch that, he giggles. He fucking giggles. 
If Eddie isn't dead yet, he's about to be. 
"Good. See?" Steve says. "Not having a stroke."
"I don't think that's how strokes work, dude," Eddie says weakly.
"No?" Steve asks, though he's still smiling, and he looks wholly unbothered by Eddie's doubting of his medical prowess.
Eddie shakes his head, eyes wide as Steve huffs out a laugh and slips an arm around his waist to pull him closer. They're practically chest to chest now, and Eddie is suddenly reminded of how very shirtless Steve currently is. He's mildly horrified by the way his hands tremble slightly when he rests them flat against the center of Steve's chest, but it's not like anyone can blame him! He's only ever kissed a couple of people before, and now he's somehow found himself in the arms of a half naked Steve Harrington. So, yeah, he's feeling a little jittery. Sue him.
If Steve notices the jitters, though, he doesn't mention it. Instead, he gives Eddie a soft, disarming smile that makes Eddie feel pathetically weak at the knees. "So..." Steve says, cheeks turning a pretty pink color. "Hi."
A slightly manic bark of laughter bursts from Eddie's lungs, but it only seems to make Steve smile wider. "Yeah, hi, Stevie," Eddie breathes. 
And then he nearly stops breathing completely when Steve's thumb drags gently across his cheek. It's such a sweet gesture that Eddie thinks he might melt right into the floorboards.
"So..." Steve murmurs again, gaze not leaving Eddie's. "It has recently been brought to my attention that you didn't realize I was flirting with you this whole time."
Eddie doesn't need a mirror to know that his face flushes bright red at Steve's words.
"But I have been," Steve continues. He bites his lip, almost like he's nervous, which is ridiculous because what the fuck is there about Eddie that could be making Steve Harrington nervous right now? "Like, I've been doing it constantly, because you're funny, and sweet, and sort of adorable, but also kinda hot? Y'know, because you have the tattoos and stuff, and you're all dramatic all the time, and it's hot, but then sometimes you do that thing where you hide your face behind your hair, and it's so fucking cute, Eddie, I mean..."
Steve trails off, cheeks growing even pinker after seemingly realizing that he's been rambling, and Eddie feels like he's going insane.
"Anyway," Steve says, clearing his throat. "I like you, Eddie. Like, a lot. And I've sort of been dying to kiss you for, like, months, so-"
Eddie never lets Steve finish his sentence, because the moment the word kiss leaves his mouth, Eddie is leaning forward and pressing their lips together in a soft, fleeting kiss that's over far too fast.
So fast, in fact, that it takes a moment for reality to catch up to Eddie afterwards. He's already pulling away by the time it hits him: he just kissed Steve Harrington.
He, Eddie fucking Munson, just kissed Steve fucking Harrington.
"Holy shit," Eddie mutters, gaze flitting back and forth between Steve's wide eyes. "Holy shit."
There's a brief pause, and then Steve starts to laugh.
It starts as a soft chuckle and slowly transforms into bright, elated laughter that echoes off the walls and bathes the whole room in sunlight, never mind the rainy day outside. It's light and happy and beautiful, and Eddie unfreezes after a moment to add his own laughter to the mix. He drops his head onto Steve's shoulder, a shiver running down his spine when Steve's arms come around him automatically, like they were made to fit together like this.
Eddie wonders if maybe they were.
When their laughter finally dies down, Steve carefully pulls back just enough to meet Eddie's eyes again, and Eddie smiles shyly up at him.
"Sorry," Eddie says without a hint of guilt in his voice. "You said the word kiss and I panicked."
Steve just shakes his head and grins. "See? Like I said - adorable." One of his hands raises to cradle Eddie's cheek again, and Eddie doesn't hesitate before leaning into the touch. "But if it's okay with you," Steve says softly, “I'd really like to give you a proper kiss, now."
And yep, it's official. Steve Harrington is going to be the death of him.
Eddie can't fucking wait.
He nods and lets his gaze flit down to Steve's lips for a fraction of a second before Steve is closing the distance between them, and oh... this is so much better than the quick, vaguely frantic press of lips they exchanged only a few moments ago. Eddie takes back every judgemental comment he's ever made about the girls who were obsessed with Steve Harrington in high school, because he gets it now.
Oh, God, he gets it.
Because Steve kisses him, soft and sure, like Eddie is the only thing that matters in all the world. It's gentle and sweet and perfect – not an ounce of hesitation in the way Steve slots their lips together. And then Steve just... stays there, like he's giving Eddie a moment to catch up, to process what's happening.
He's so goddamn patient – so fucking kind – and Christ, Eddie adores him for it.
Steve pulls back just enough to break the kiss, and Eddie doesn't whine. He doesn't. But it's okay, because Steve doesn't leave him hanging for long, threading his fingers through Eddie's curls and using them as leverage to tug him even closer into a kiss that turns Eddie's legs to jelly. Steve's tongue slides against Eddie's so beautifully, and his hands are so strong, and he smells like lemony soap and minty toothpaste (did Steve brush his teeth after showering? God, he's ridiculous. He’s perfect.) and Eddie can feel the muscles in Steve's chest shift whenever they move, and, and, and...
And yeah, this time when Steve pulls away, breath coming quicker and eyes shining with happiness, Eddie does whine. Or maybe it's a whimper. Maybe it's both. Christ, Eddie doesn't care. He'll keep making that noise forever if Steve keeps looking at him like this.
"Fuck," Eddie breathes. He knows he probably looks embarrassingly awestruck, but he can't find it in himself to care. "How are you so fucking hot, Steve? What the fuck?" His face is on fire, but Steve just laughs – nope, there's that giggle again – and kisses Eddie's forehead.
Eddie's pretty sure he's melting, but honestly? Worth it.
"I don't know if you've noticed," Steve teases, "but I've actually been working out a lot lately..."
Not even Eddie's lovesickness could protect Steve from the playful smack he gets for that.
"Did I notice?" Eddie huffs. "You're the worst, Harrington."
Steve just smiles and kisses him again.
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theoisdaydreaming · 29 days
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ANGEL OVERLORD IDEAS
After he kills Valentino he shows up to a performance as if nothing had happened, all while the other V's are going insane and trying to catch him (say like in Chicago the musical; the opening scene)
When killing an overlord all souls and contracts pass on to you, so Angel knowing Vox and Velvett are after him doesn't break the contracts, instead uses his new power to make the studio much better, safe and secure for the employees with actual humane conditions and gives them the choice to either be free or stay with an improved contract (literally everyone stays bc holy shit this guy actually respects us, it's so much better in here than out there)
The porn industry is relocated to another side of the pentagram, close to the hazbin hotel and Husk's casino.
Husk agrees to let angel do performances on the stage to attract more people (making sure to keep everything fancy ofc, no nudity or anything) Angel's dream was to be an actor after all, not a pornstar. This is how they become acquaintanced
Charlie comes to the casino to promote her hotel, much to the amusement of angel and the annoyance of husk (she does pay so it's not like he can do anything)
This is how they become friends with the others
Angel becomes a big success,being an overlord, an actor, singer and performer
This brings attention to his family, his father specifically, who wants to take angel back into the mob business so he can take advantage of angels power and resources
Angel being raised with the 'family is everything' mentality feels obliged though husk reasures that he's not
In a final showdown against the mobs angels agrees
"your right" his father on his knees and surrounded by his men; all defeated. "Family is everything" says the overlord,,, looking to the hotel crew, as his eyes linger on husk... And the matching rings on their fingers
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ivesambrose · 6 months
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If you feel lost, aimless, overwhelmed or unsure in regards to yourself this has found it's way to you at the right time.
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Picture 1
A lot of you are burnt by your own ambitions and a need to prove something. You quietly wonder if you're even passionate about anything anymore or you are but do not what to do, where to start so you end up spacing out and procrastinating. Likely you were made to believe that if what gets you excited and happy doesn't automatically put you on the map and bring you money in traditional ways then it's practically useless.
You have in a way put yourself down consistently due to these external projections.
Of what I'm picking up on some of you are passionate about the following :
- Dancing
- Fitness
- Makeup
- Music
- The occult
- crafting something intricate such as designing jewellery or curating them
- A select few might be into taxidermy, herbology and even archeology
- A combination of the above, some of you have your own allure and might want to get into modelling, styling, dancing and design. You want to express yourself freely including your sensual as well as spiritual and esoteric side.
You want to be known but you want to stand out, with your accumulated power you want to guide others too, make them feel less alone and more understood and yet you want to be an enigma and mystery. You do have a strong potential to be a muse to many.
Your hidden talents:
- Something that is coming through significantly that it is something from your past/childhood/early teens that you had to sacrifice/were made to sacrifice even if you cared for it deeply and wanted to nurture it. It makes you bitter to this day because you were naturally good at it.
- Some of you should definitely consider working for animals especially birds. You have a gift to heal and develop empathy with them.
- Some of you can end up being excellent bakers and decorators.
A lot you can find success in the entertainment industry, media, running your own business and being your own boss, you have excellent leadership skills and determination it's just that you haven't gotten the chance to explore that side of yourself yet.
The advice here is to only look back at the past to pick up what you had left and walk ahead. Become your friend and ask your own subconscious to show the way, trust me you will be shown when you least expect it.
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You simply love to learn and acquire knowledge. You could have specific subject(s) you're drawn to or you don't even like limiting yourself to that. You'd rather be an eternal student. I wouldn't be surprised if you were drawn to picture 1 or 3 as well. You have a thrist that sometimes almost feels insatiable.
You are rather intellectual and often give very sound advice. Mainly cuz you are highly self aware and very intuitive.
Regardless of anything else, you seek inspiration and adventure above all. You do tend to get bored with just one thing easily.
Of what I'm picking up on, some of you are passionate about the following:
- Learning, experimenting, teaching and innovating. Again this could be any topic or multiple. Could be something as literature and academics or physics or could even be cooking or carving wood. You could even be here educating people about Gothic architecture or the human anatomy. Or all of this. You're not meant to confine yourself.
- A lot of you seek travel and adventure. Even be passionate about extreme sports.
- Languages and culture.
- Some of you want to try and do everything, experience different things and don't want to niche yourself down. Your passion can simply be experiencing your life to the fullest so you have wisdom to give and stories to narrate and memories to look back on and trust me, that is more than enough.
Which quickly brings me to your hidden talents because you're supressing quite a few:
- Some of you can be excellent astrologers or even astronomers.
- A lot of you can read into symbolisms real. You can be a gifted psychic too if you aren't aware already.
- You can be really good at sports like archery, fencing, MMA etc
- Creative direction, photography is also coming through.
- You're very good with your words, whether it be in writing or speaking.
You are rather mutable and a very poised individual too, you can easily influence the people you come in touch with. Some of you can be good speakers, representatives or the face of a brand. Whatever you do, you end up being very good at it whether you like it or not.
The advice is to simply continue what you're doing, you're not as lost as you think you are. Keep making connections and continue being yourself instead of trying to make yourself small and fit in or follow trends or the algorithm.
Picture 3
You feel like a misfit and an outsider so much so that being passionate about anything worries you because you may end up looking a fool, not being good enough or not being disciplined enough.
You carry a lot of anguish in you mainly because you had to focus on things that were expected of you or because you had to survive so you might feel like you're good at many things but not great or could be great at something but you don't necessarily love it.
You're an interesting group here because you haven't even allowed yourself to feel excited about things.
What are you truly passionate about? I see nature, authenticism, a slower, softer life. The word passion itself feels too intense and deliberate for you.
You simply want to experience a life that doesn't feel like you running on a treadmill till your knees give out.
I do see there's an innate desire in you to help others, be it people or animals or even a dying plant. You want to find your peace and bring some of that peace in others lives too. Your energy feels like a walking into a warm cabin in the woods during winter with freshly made dinner waiting.
Hidden talents you have ample, a lot of them are based on learning and perfecting with practice :
- Cooking, experimenting with different herbs. I do see some of you have the potential to start a small business that involves food.
- Gardening and farming
- Painting
- Tattooing (this is coming through because it can be very therapeutic for a lot of you)
- Perfume making is also coming through as well as skincare.
- pottery and sculpting, crocheting etc
- reiki, medicine, physical therapy etc
- divination
Think of a life that's a bit more laid back a career that makes you feel less on the edge.
You've already been running on the validation of people who think you're dispensable or your worth is tied to something outside of you that you can't even find meaning in.
The world needs more souls like you.
The only advice is to be more compassionate with yourself, you're not running a race even if people have constantly been reminding you of it, there's no finish line. The only truth that matters is the story you tell yourself, over and over again. It will come to pass. Continue being. Continue creating instead of wondering about the how. You've figured out many things in your life, let life sort this out for you.
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Omega!Eddie Munson x Alpha!Fem!Reader
wc: 9.1k
+18 mdni omegaverse, enemies to lovers, fated mates, knotting, mentions of heatand rut, submissive behaviour, explicit, oral (69), p in v (no protection), fluff, biting, late presentation, omegan virginity
Plot: Eddie was a regular at your music store, and his scent, even for a Beta, was delicious to you. Someone who never enjoyed the scent of other people, not even Omegas. The difference is that Eddie repulsed your scent... or so you thought.
a/n: welcome to roe's omega boys series. Billy is next. Enjoy.
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FATED
Most days you didn’t care who was coming into the store and who didn’t. 
Recently, the introduction of portable CD players changed the record store into a ‘Music Store’ because now you sold those shiny holographic albums. The business boomed, and as the store owner you were always there, standing proudly at how much clientele your little shop in Starcourt Mall brought in.
You were the first shop to bring in these new devices and the albums and recordings for them to be played. It was a tight money investment, but it honestly brought you more income than ever, and people loved this new technology, and thanks to that, you were now gaining profit.
But it also brought in the worst customer you ever had.
“Robin, please help him. I’m not dealing with his shit today.” You said groggily to your best friend and coworker. 
“Honestly, I know there are other shops with the albums he always buys, I don’t know why he is adamant about coming here.” Robin only commented while walking over to that customer who made you crack your neck more than once during his visit. 
You looked at how Robin confidently talked to him because she had told you she had known him since high school. You came to Hawkins after you had presented as an Alpha two years ago. You just needed to be independent, and Atlanta was not doing it for you in any way. The smell and scents were disgusting there, and you never once missed it except for your mother. 
Now, in 1997, and at 25 years old you had a very successful store, and you had met amazing friends. Steve Harrington, an Omega who is mated with Alpha Billy Hargrove. Robin a Beta who is happily dating another Beta, Chrissy. Billy Hargrove had a rough exterior, but whenever Steve sat on his lap the Alpha would just snuggle him, scenting him with a big dopey smile on his face and you wondered how that felt.
Were you ever going to meet that person?
You believed you had a condition because it couldn’t be possible that you didn’t like any Omega scent that wasn’t mated yet. You were never attracted to the scent, so the only people you have been sleeping with have been Betas. Doctors said that you didn’t have any medical issues going on.
So maybe you were just… different. You have heard of Alphas being attracted to Alphas only, or Betas, but… it’s not like you weren’t attracted to Omegas, it was just their scent. It made your nose scrunch up continuously. 
You were ticking off the items on the merchandise list, doing inventory to see what albums need another order. Maybe fifteen CDs will suffice? You wrote that for Nirvana and you cannot believe that you were out of Backstreet Boys already. You ordered a new batch last week, but you could only smile at the teenagers screaming on the counter whenever they could purchase that disc. 
You were startled when a loud thump on the counter made you snap back up, looking at the cause of the noise. One disc, just the new Aerosmith album. You sighed already knowing who was purchasing this item and your gaze slowly went up to see that dopey stupid grin on his face while Robin said ‘Sorry’ from behind him.
“Do I get a discount for being a regular client?” 
Fuck him. Fuck Eddie Munson.
“Fuck no. If I could, I would raise the price for you only.” You gritted out of your lips, scanning the CDs in the register. You heard him hum in thought but you just kept punching the numbers in the machine to then look up at him. “18 bucks Munson.”
“Shit princess, your prices kill people, you know that?” He commented while shaking his head but he was still taking his wallet out. He put the bill on the counter and you rolled your eyes, putting the 20 bill into the register and handing him the change placing it on the counter for him to take.
“If you don’t like my prices, you can always go to the shops downtown.” You spat at him, anger filling your entire body, only to hear him chuckle.
“If I do that, I won’t be able to make your good day turn into a bad one.” You wanted to hiss at this fucker. You are an Alpha and he was a Beta. Who the fuck does he think he is disrespecting you like that? You never cared for designations but with Eddie? Oh, you fucking did.
“Don’t make me kick you the fuck out of my store.” He raised his hands in defeat, taking the album from the counter and taking a step away, the chains around his hips clinking.
“Don’t miss me too much.” He grinned at you and walked out of the doors and you shot a pissed-off look towards Robin. She finished helping a client and then walked over to you, letting a sigh out.
“He slipped from my fingers in a second. I don’t know how he did it, but he did.” You growled in a low tone at the situation, making Robin back away slightly from you and you sighed, shaking your head.
“Sorry Robs… It’s just, it fucking irks me.” You said as you scratched the patch over your scent gland. It was itchy but ever since he fucking said that to you, you couldn’t help but feel conscious about yourself.
“Cover that up, your scent is repulsing.” 
That’s what he had said when he first entered the store two months ago. You bared your teeth at him and he had taken a step backwards. A cocky little Beta. But a Beta that… 
“I know… Yeah, I don’t smell it, but maybe it’s because you’re an Alpha.” Robin replied to you, trying to sound confident about it, but you could only shake your head, a sigh escaping your lips.
“I have to be condemned or something. I never once liked a scent before in my life, and the first one I find delightful is from a goddamn cocky Beta that hates my scent.” 
And you remembered how your heart had stopped when he first approached you, his sweet scent filling your nostrils in a way that you couldn’t help but take a deep breath in of it. You were ecstatic, shaking with excitement, needing to know about him… Only for his nose to scrunch up and tell you that your scent was disgusting to him.
“Hey, I mean, maybe you can get him back by taking your patch off? Like, fuck him for saying that to you, it’s your store and he will have to deal with it.” You didn’t want to make him feel disgusted by you, because the first time was already hurtful to you, and you didn’t need to see it again.
But maybe Robin was right. You needed to do something in order for him to stop coming to the store so you wouldn’t have to see him anymore. So you wouldn’t be able to smell him anymore. 
So the next week, you decided to discard the scent patch on your gland. You have been doing trial and error for the first three days, seeing how the customers would react, only for them to not say anything at all. Even an Alpha complimented you for the strong wooden smell you emanated and even Robin wanted to take a whiff out of your neck but held back.
And the last test was already coming closer to the glass doors, his grin spread on his lips, and when he opened the door his smile faded completely. You squinted at him as you defied his entrance, almost baring your fangs at him, letting him know you didn’t want to be messed with any longer.
But you saw how his eyes teared up, his eyebrows folding in the center of his forehead, and you swore you saw him shake slightly, all over, and you could see how he took a step backwards from you, making your intense stare turn into a worried one. You suddenly felt a whiff of not only a sweet scent but also– something flowery?
Before you could pinpoint what it was, the smell was gone in a flash. You saw how Eddie rushed out of the store, desperately, almost falling over as he did so. Worry hit your chest and mind as you saw the action, catching other customers' attention. Robin looked at you worriedly and you couldn’t help but feel guilty.
What did you do to him? Was your scent so repulsing he had to leave? 
You felt rejected by a person who has been making your life a little harder every day, yet you never really hated. You always glanced at him whenever he laughed with Robin, wholeheartedly, and he was the most beautiful Beta you’ve ever seen. 
But it would never happen because you were disgusting to him
“Robs?”
“Yeah?”
“I might have to leave Hawkins.”
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The decision was not easy, but your Alpha couldn’t handle the rejection any longer. It’s been a week and there was no sign of Eddie at all. You had put on the scent patch on your gland to cover it up again, in hopes that he gets the news from Robin or someone that you already put it on again.
But there was still no sign of your lovely Beta. Of that Beta that made you scent drunk for the very first time, and that made you feel that electricity you have been taught about, just a wave of shocks going all over your body. 
You would be leaving in two weeks, leaving the store to Robin to take care of while you tried to open a franchise somewhere else. Robin complained, of course, telling you that you should pay no mind to Eddie suddenly vanishing, that you two never liked each other even. 
But it didn’t hurt less.
You punched in the last few numbers in the register, looking up towards the clock on the wall. There were no more customers because you were about to close the shop, already 8 PM. 
You heard the glass doors open, a strong sweet scent filling the entire room. The strongest scent you’ve ever smelled in your entire life. Stronger than the Beta that always invaded the store. You turned your head and on the other side of the counter was a panting, flushed, Eddie Munson with sweat all over his forehead.
You felt as if you were suddenly punched in the face, in the gut, just everywhere by how intense his scent was, how you could see how his mating gland was bright red, pulsing and a shockwave ran all over your body, and– Shit, you could smell slick.
The sweet smell was slick.
“What– What the fuck did Robin mean when she said you were leaving!?”
A whine. There was a whine in the back of his throat and you found yourself in a situation you never experienced in your life. You felt your tip already leaking, wanting to come out from your cavity so it could spring up, and also the need to console him, seeing the tears that wanted to simply slip out of his waterline.
You were in front of a distressed Omega.
You rounded the corner as he looked at you, panting, whines coming out of his throat and chest and you swore you never heard a more delightful yet painful sound in your life. You needed to take care of him. You needed your Omega to be happy.
“Shh, shh… you’re okay Omega… You’re okay…” You slowly spoke in a low tone, and Eddie immediately calmed down, his breathing slowly becoming regular once more. He took a step towards you, desperation all over his face. 
“You’re not leaving, are you? Please tell me you’re not… I won’t– I don’t–” He was mumbling but even in your bliss you needed answers. You needed them before you touched him for the first time. 
“You’re… Why are you an Omega? You– You were a Beta–” And he shook his head really quickly, making his sweaty curls move from side to side. You could still smell the slick in between his legs. Fuck, your mind was hazing all over. Shit. 
“I presented… Your– Your scent triggered my presentation.” 
Your jaw dropped. You triggered it? He wasn’t a Beta? You assumed he was because of the small sweet scent he had because even Betas have a faint scent to them. But– how could you have triggered it?
“What? How? You said– You said you hated my scent!” A whine was heard from his chest and you felt your knees weaken at the sound of distress as he shook his head again, his eyes burning from how hard he was trying to hold back his tears.
“No! No! I– I never hated it! I– It was too strong and it immediately made me feel drunk when I first met you, and I got scared of how intense your smell was and how good it was making me feel–” He was rambling, the smell getting thicker and thicker and your nostrils started flaring up at each intake of it you took. 
“Wait– So–” You were trying to make sense of the situation despite how feral you were starting to feel. You are no knothead, you really aren’t… But fuck if you didn’t want to knot this beautiful Omega right in front of you. You never felt this need before, never in your life, but you felt like jumping on him, taking what you need.
Take. Take. Take.
Mate.
“Please, don’t leave– Please, your scent drives me insane…” His eyes landed on your scent gland that was covered in the scent blocker and he whined in distress and you couldn’t deny him. You couldn’t bear to see him shake for you like this.
You ripped the patch off, and as soon as you did it, his eyes lit up in joy and he dove in. His nose hit your neck as his arms wrapped tightly around you, pulling you closer than ever and your heart started beating in a loud and deep pace. The blood flow was in your ears, and your mind was filled with his smell, with that sweet enchanting smell that emanated from him.
You wrapped your arms around his shoulders as your nose went deep into his scent gland, your eyes widened when your pants started straining you, and your cock needed to be free so it could get out of your cavity for relief. You winced in pain when he rubbed his hips against yours, but you weren’t going to break the moment. Not now. 
You were becoming primal. His nose rubbed all over the skin of your neck, his lips kissing over your mating gland, making an electric shock run all the way down from the top of your head to your toes. 
And that’s when you remembered a particular health class. 
You needed to be the rational one here. You needed the Omega in your arms to listen to you so he would be conscious of what was happening. Despite your growl of not wanting to pull away, you held onto his shoulders in order to pull him off you. He whined, trying to dive in again, but you stopped him with a stern look on your face, at least, the best one you could wear right now.
“Listen to me, Eddie.” You saw him take a deep breath in and nod at you, but you knew he was holding himself back by the shaking of his arms underneath your hands. You wanted to comfort him, but you were afraid that he was talking due to his presentation, from the last remnant of his heat. 
“Wha–”
“I think we are Scent mates.” 
And his eyes locked with yours and everything made sense. You were fated mates. This was the reason you couldn’t stand the smell of other people, not even Omegas. Eddie had the same experience, but he believed that it was because he might be a Beta. 
And then you happened. The first time he came into the music store he was almost knocked down on his ass from the intense wooden, yet most delightful thing he ever smelled. He scanned the room with widened eyes and they finally landed on you as you chatted happily with Robin Buckley, an old friend from school.
Of course, you were an Alpha. He wouldn’t have a fucking chance, but at least he needed you to cover up the scent a little bit. You were going to live in Hawkins more likely, and he wasn’t sure if he was going to be able to handle it.
So he said what he said when it was the complete opposite. 
But even when his goal was to see you as little as possible, his feet always went back into the store, and he realized the smell was way less intense thanks to your scent blockers, making him yearn for it again. He had to be careful, afraid of getting attached to an Alpha that wouldn’t be able to hold onto his Beta self if you ever met a more appealing Omega.
And now, the words coming out of your mouth made sense. He was always meant to be an Omega, but it seemed like his body was waiting to get triggered. It waited and waited, and last week you decided to take the patch off, and he knew something shifted inside of him the moment he crossed those doors.
The pain of his insides rearranging was the most excruciating feeling in the world, the lack of pleasure from touching himself in his new slit, not doing anything for him. The only thing he needed and wanted was you. You and your pleasure. You and your knot. Shit, he needed your knot because if he didn’t, he felt like he was going to die. 
“Fated…” It was the only thing he managed to get out with a smile on his lips, and your own matched his, and you did what you have been wanting to do ever since you saw him since you smelled him. You held onto his face with both of your hands, and the fire was too intense, you could feel it all over your body.
So this is what fated mates looked like, felt like.
And you were exhilarated that it happened to you since it was not known for it to be something that happened in everyday life. It is said that there is only a 5% chance per year of fated mates. Scent mates. The idea of it felt like a fantasy, but you would be with that person who would understand you the best for the rest of your life.
And now, you have that person. You pulled his face towards yours, the sweetness invading all your veins while the burnt wood filled Eddie’s. Your lips grazed his, softly, a soft moan escaping your lips as a whimper came out of his, and before you knew it your lips were devouring his in such a need that neither of you had felt before.
You treated him coldly since you met him, yes, but it was because of the rejection you felt in your body. It was so bad that you even decided to leave Hawkins before you went into rejection ruts which, from what you’ve heard, were the most painful ruts to ever go through, and sometimes, the pain of rejection never stopped.
He was moaning into your mouth as his hands pressed all over your back while your arms wrapped around his shoulders, pulling you closer to him, desperation and hunger coming off from the both of you. Your hands gripped onto his scalp tightly, heavy breaths escaping your nose as your belly started twisting and you knew your insides were screaming for release.
You felt his tongue lick onto your bottom lip and you groaned at the gesture, and you wanted to comply to your Omega, give him what he needed. You opened your mouth to invite him in and you could hear a happy chirp coming from his chest and you swore you’d never heard a more beautiful sound in your life.
He appreciated the access and both of your tongues were fighting in between lips, inside mouths, and his taste was so delectable, like ambrosia, like a life source. You felt his hips rubbing against yours, a low purring coming from deep within his chest and the smell of his slick became more potent and your self-control was failing. 
You had to get your head together, you needed to take him to a safe place, you two can’t mate here, it’s not safe for him. Someone could smell him and come in, try to snatch him away. You can’t let that happen.
Protect. Protect. Protect.
You pulled away from him and he tried to follow your lips again, but you pulled on his scalp as a growl vibrated in your throat, making him whimper in your hold.
“We need to go to a safe place baby, do you have a nest?” And he was teary-eyed, shaking his head.
“Not enough. You’re not there. No clothes. No scent. Not enough.” He was losing his ability to speak properly, his mind clouding in need of you, his slick making his inner thighs feel itchy and he knew his sweatpants needed to be burnt after this. Your eyes softened and you gave him a soft nod.
“You want to go to my home? Want to make a nest there?” He instantly nodded, desperately, clinging to you like a koala, his face flushed as his nose dipped into the crook of your neck.
“Thank you! Thank you, Alpha! Thank you!” You shivered at the word. At how he just called you. It was the first time he called you Alpha, and he was even thanking you for taking care of him. You felt happiness like you’ve never felt before, and you were going to make it last.
“Okay baby, let’s go to the car, and then we’ll go to my house. You can make a nest there and be safe.” You softly replied to him in order to try to calm him down and he only nodded against you, needing your scent to keep his head in a sort of conscious state. 
You closed the store as quickly as you could, and you let Eddie hold your hand, wrist to his nose as you took him to your car. He whined when you made him get into the passenger’s seat. You gave him a soft kiss on his forehead and then you rubbed your scent gland against his as you leaned down and another purr came out from him in appreciation. 
You rushed to the driver's seat and it was the most tortuous drive ever. He had your wrist in his mouth and he kept licking on it, making you extra sensitive. The pain in between your legs was unbearable, your cock already out and constricted inside the fabric. You needed to get home quickly. Quick. Quick. 
You for sure went by many red lights, but you couldn’t care less about that. You arrived at your lovely little one-story home in a wide suburban area where an old trailer park was years ago. It looked like a small cabin, and it was so cozy, perfect for your Omega. Yours. Yours. 
You parked as quickly as you could, reaching for Eddie over the console to devour his lips once more, your tongue going into his mouth for your saliva to coat him all over and he was so grateful for it. He was being doted on by you, and he wanted more. He was greedy, he knew that, but he was going to fall apart if he didn’t get your knot right this second.
You walked out of the car and rushed over to the passenger’s seat so that you could help Eddie out. He immediately clung to you from behind, his nose deep into your neck, your shoulder, everywhere he could take a deep inhale in. You walked like that towards your door, and you felt a sharp pain in between your legs and in your belly. You were going into a small rut. You needed to be inside him right this second, or at least let your cock free from your pants.
You opened the door and Eddie pulled away with widened eyes as he inhaled the smell from your home and it was you. Everywhere was you. You. He felt so safe like he just found a forever home, like a stray kitten that had just been picked up. You quickly grabbed his hand and rushed towards your room where your bed remained undone since this morning, your laundry had piled up, and some clothes were scattered on the floor.
And that was perfect for Eddie.
He immediately rushed into action and you felt yourself trembling as you saw him start to gather your laundry of dirty clothes and then dump them on your bed. You took this time to rush to the kitchen so that you could prepare some water bottles and some snacks. You didn’t know for how long Eddie had been going without eating something. Shit, fuck, your dick was hurting you, but you needed to be patient for your Omega.
Your belly turned in pain, the testicles inside of you complaining about how much you were holding yourself back. You held onto the counter as you took sharp breaths in. Growls started rumbling in your throat as the heat and lust became greater and worse with each second that passed.
You heard a whine coming from the room and that was enough to make you snap out and not care about your pain any longer. You grabbed the bottles and snacks as quickly as you could and rushed back, worry filling your body only to see Eddie already naked in the middle of your bed, sweat all over his body and… fuck you almost dropped everything on the floor. 
His slick was already coating your sheets as he sat kneeled with his legs open so it would drip down.
He had made a quick nest with your clothes and his, all around him, fabric tucked underneath another, your boxers and panties all over and you knew he was waiting for you. You dropped everything all over your vanity and you knew he wanted something else from you. You took your shirt off, handing it over to him and he tucked it away on the side. While he did that, you took your bra off as well and finally, finally, you felt relief when you pulled your pants down, followed by your large panties. 
You weren’t always wearing boxers because what are the chances you would get a hard-on in the middle of work? 
His eyes widened when he turned to finally see your cock, red tip, precum already leaking from it, and Eddie’s eyes sparkled with need. His mouth salivated and more slick fell from his legs and onto the mattress and you handed him your dirty pants and panties. He quickly put your underwear at the very top, where his head would be, and then tucked your pants underneath some shirts of yours.
He looked at you expectantly, a needy frown on his eyebrows as his eyes teared up with lust. You were so beautiful, and he needed to have you, to taste you, to have you inside of him. He whined when you weren’t getting into his nest, was it not to your taste? Did he do a bad job with it? Was it messy?
“No Omega, nothing like that.” He realized he talked out loud without him being conscious of it. “You need to invite me in…”
“Yes, yes, you can come in, please!” He whined and his hands were reaching out for you desperately and that was all that was left to do. You crawled over the nest in order to not mess anything up with the marvelous job he did with it. It smelled of you and him combined and it was the most wonderful mix you could ever feel. 
His arms wrapped around you and he moaned when you pressed your body against his belly, your cock in between the two of you. Your arms were wrapped around his waist as your nails scratched his back, digging into the skin. His mouth found yours desperately as his cocklette rubbed against you, making a blissful friction, just the right amount but not enough. 
You moved your hips in a small rutting motion and a moan of his escaped into your lips. Eddie was intoxicated, and all he wanted was more. He purred as your tongue entered his mouth, tasting him once more and he shivered at the strong taste of sandalwood. You were delicious, so fucking delicious.
And he wondered–
He pulled away from the kiss, panting heavily, and you immediately dove to kiss his jaw, moving down towards his neck, gently nipping at the skin, causing him to whimper as he held onto you. You were licking against his scent gland, making his body almost climax because of how good it felt. His words were getting stuck in his throat as you kept kissing all over his skin.
“I– I want to taste you, Alpha– Please, I need to know how you taste.” And you felt your body burn, instantly, at those words. You will let him taste you, of course, how can you deny him, but–
“I will let you Omega, only if you let me taste you as well. If you smell like that, I can’t even begin to imagine how good you taste down there.” Your words were slurred, almost as if drunk, and maybe you were. You were drunk, completely, but off him. Eddie’s eyes clouded with lust at your proposal, his face flushed with lust and redness, lips plump from all the kissing and his scent gland was a scarlet red and pulsing. 
“Yes- Yes!” He nodded and you smirked, giving him a soft peck on the lips, and you shifted you both so you could lay down on the bed, his eyes scanning your position, but his eyes focused on the standing erection that was in front of him, slick falling onto the mattress and you growled at him.
“Don’t waste that. Give me your pretty pussy over here Eddie.” You patted your chest, ordering him to move on top of you. You couldn’t go on top because if you did and he sucked your dick from below, you would start thrusting due to your semi-rut and you don’t want to hurt your lovely Omega.
“Y– You sure?” You smiled reassuringly at him and that was enough for Eddie to sprint into action, throwing one leg to your side, both knees pressing on your waist and your eyes widened as you inhaled deeply. 
There was something definitely more delicious than the scent from his gland. 
Oh, the smell of his slick. You can’t even begin to describe it. Nothing compares to it, nothing at all. You felt high as if you had inhaled three consecutive bongs, so high that you felt like passing out. But you were brought out of your trance when a drop of his slick fell onto your lip. You licked it, and– you became feral.
Your hands immediately grabbed onto the sides of his hips in order to pull him down, bending towards you so you two would be leveled appropriately in front of each other’s sexes. His inner thighs were soaked, probably getting onto your hair and face, but the more of him that sticks to you the better.
Eddie let out a surprised gasp as he came close to the tip of your dick. He inspected it as his mouth salivated, tongue almost dropping out as if he were panting. He leaned down so he could finally take his tongue out, and give the tip a kitten lick, taking a bead of your precum into his mouth, and he trembled at the taste. 
And he went in.
He couldn’t wait, needing to taste you more, so he licked a long stripe from the base to the tip and you groaned, throwing your head back in pleasure as you felt him moaning against your cock. Your insides screamed for more, and you could already feel the fire building at the base of your dick, letting you know that you were ready to knot him.
But you cannot hurt him, and this cavity was new to him. So as he opened his mouth to take the tip into his mouth, purring against it, making you growl in appreciation and pleasure thanks to the vibrations he was sending to you. You focused on the slit above you where his balls were a week ago. You leaned up slightly so you could reach him and you took your tongue out and finally, to Eddie’s relief, you licked a long stripe, from his cocklette, and through his folds.
He squirmed on top of you, moaning against your cock at the new sensation. He felt himself light on fire by your tongue. He needed to focus on giving you pleasure as well since you tasted so good, but you were making him lose his mind already as you kept licking him, savoring him, and cleaning his slick away only for more to gush out of him after two seconds.
“Fuck, you taste so good.” You cannot help but mention it to him, not only for pleasure but because he needs to know just how beautiful he is. How delectable he is to you. He needs to know how he is ruining you.
He hummed in approval, as his head bobs up and down on your cock, your precum still oozing out from the tip, and he swallowed greedily, needing more. His hips started moving against your tongue, wanting a little bit more friction of some sort. 
Your tongue wanted more of his nectar, so you pressed your lips against him, tongue entering him and he had to pull away from your cock in order to moan out loud, feeling his belly turn and burn up. He was already getting close to the edge, but he knew he would fall off from it many times tonight. 
He whimpered against your greedy tongue as his hand started jerking you off, going up and down with a mix of your precum and his saliva. You growled in pleasure making him shiver and smile excitedly, knowing he was pleasuring you accordingly as well. 
One of your hands left his hip and you pulled away from his cunt, earning a whine from him, his hips moving on top of you so you would get your tongue on him again. You chuckled at the eagerness and then you ran your fingers against his folds, gathering slick on them so you could prepare them to finally enter him so you could stretch him out.
He tried giving your cock some attention, but you didn’t care about your pleasure anymore. You wanted him to fall apart on top of you. You slowly entered your middle finger, and Eddie stilled, pulling away from your cock with a ‘pop’, his mouth in the shape of an ‘O’ as his throat was left with no sound. Silent moans were the only thing he could manage and it was just one pump. Just one.
And his belly tensed up, his legs started shaking and a tear fell from his right eye as the first climax hit him, out of nowhere. Your eyes widened and you raised your head desperately, giving him even more pleasure as your tongue now joined your finger. 
“Yes! A-A–” He wanted to call out to you as he shivered on top of you and your chest rumbled with ecstasy as his slick filled your mouth, sweeter than before even. His walls were clenching tightly against your finger and tongue, and once you felt him stop shaking you pulled your mouth away from him, slurping onto your lips, gulping it all down.
You didn’t let him relax, and you entered the second finger in, and he trembled as he tried moving away from you, but you held him in place with your other hand, growling at him. He moaned at the dominance, loving it more than anything even if he were still trying to come down from his high. 
“So good for me Eddie, you can give me one more, right?” And he whined at that, knowing he could definitely give you one more and his eyes widened, his upper body falling on top of your legs as his moans were louder than ever. You had curled your fingers downwards so you could rub onto his new G-Spot. You smirked when his hips started moving against your fingers. Your Omega was very compliant. “Take what you need baby.”
“Fuck!” He cried out as the pleasure became overwhelming, not being able to give you more pleasure with his mouth. He couldn’t even formulate coherent words. This was a pleasure he never thought was possible, and now he was sure he wouldn’t be able to live without it. Without you.
You felt him clenching again, and you nodded wildly, wanting to taste his climax again. You licked your lips in anticipation as you started gaining momentum and you started scissoring your fingers inside of him. He was a babbling mess and you could only guess his eyes were rolling to the back of his head, and you decided to prep him a little more.
You entered another finger inside of him, and Eddie screamed at the stretch, a little painful, but it was so delicious. His whole body was flushed, and the tattoos on his body looked more beautiful than ever. 
“C’mon Omega, give me another, and then I will give you what you need. Your Alpha will give you what you need.” And your words, calling yourself his Alpha was enough for him to clench down tightly against your fingers, his nails digging into your legs as he trembled all over, his climax washing all over him. 
His eyes rolled to the back of his head and he clenched his eyelids, his belly feeling too tight and you kept pumping your fingers in and out of him, the squelching being so obscene yet so great. 
You slowed your pace so he could relax again, and take a breather, and you were breathing heavily as you took your fingers out of him. He whimpered at the feeling of emptiness, and you raised your head to lap at all the slick he just gushed out, sucking onto his cocklette to also taste the small squirts of slick that also came out of there.
He felt his eyes burn with tears that were created due to extreme pleasure, but he needed more. He won’t be satisfied until he finally has what he has been yearning for since he presented a week ago. You were still licking him up and he finally lifted himself back up, his arms shaking as his hands pressed onto the mattress for support.
You growled when he pulled himself off you. You weren’t done tasting him, and he moved away from you, but the sight that followed after was enough for that small anger to go away. He positioned himself right next to you, his ass up while he slid his upper body back down, pressing it against the mattress. He turned his face so he could look at you as you sat up to take him in. 
He was presenting himself to you.
“Please– I need your knot Alpha. Waited so long–” He was crying almost, and you licked your lips, his taste still lingering and his slick was all over your face. You kneeled on the bed and scooted to position yourself behind him. You made him spread his legs even more so his bottom would lower a little bit more.
You were finally going to connect with an Omega. With your Omega. With your fated Omega. What will you feel once you go inside of him? What will happen to the two of you? You didn’t want to hurt him, what if you went feral? Primal? You were already in a semi-rut, triggered by the last stage of his heat.
He moved his hips towards you, enticing you to take him and your hand shot up to grab a handful of one of his ass cheeks, squeezing tightly to then spank it. He moaned against the mattress, loving the pain of it. You took a deep breath in as you got hold of your aching cock and gave it a few strokes, feeling extremely sensitive, like never before.
You rubbed the tip all over his folds, rubbing his slick on it, and whenever the tip touched his cocklette, a soft moan escaped him. You were trembling, trying to keep a rational head, trying not to let the lust take over you completely. This was Eddie’s first time as an Omega, so you had to be careful with him.
You have to take care of your Omega, make him feel safe and trust you.
“I need you to relax for me baby, and you have to tell me if it hurts, okay?” You only heard a whimper against the mattress and you squeezed his ass again as you groaned at him in warning. “I need you to say you will tell me if it hurts Omega.” 
“Okay! Okay! I will tell you, please– Just please sweetheart, do something–” And his eyes widened as his mouth fell into a wide ‘O’.
Your tip slowly went in, his folds engulfing you in an intense heat, in something so warm and it was only the tip. It was only the beginning of it all, and you were already feeling like you were going to pop a knot. 
You pushed in slowly, your hand reaching below him so you could rub onto his cocklette to give him more stimulation, and he was still trying to wrap his head around how good it felt. He was gone, already cockdrunk as he tried moving his hips towards you for more. You held him in place as you groaned in pleasure, not wanting him to hurt himself.
“Stay still Eddie–” You were almost choking on your words as you kept pushing yourself into him, more and more, feeling his tight pussy all around you, and fuck was he perfect. This was the most perfect moment in your life and you can’t wait to have many more like this one. You can’t wait.
“More… More…” He was sputtering those words as his drool fell on the mattress and his slick gushed and gushed, falling all over his legs, dripping down into the sheets. You groaned as you looked at the mating gland, a bright red, trying to entice you in. You shut your eyes tightly, and you couldn’t hold yourself any longer. You prepped him well.
And so you thrust in, bottoming out in one pump.
He cried in pleasure, a slight burning happening as he tried to adjust to the new feeling, to the new stretch inside of him. He already felt the pain in his belly start to calm down, but it was still there, lingering. He was already trembling underneath you and you were breathing heavily as you put both your hands on his hips again, and one of them gave his lower back soft circles, caressing him.
“You alright Eddie? Are you okay? Does it hurt?” You asked, your Omega’s comfort first and foremost than your pleasure. You saw him nod against the mattress, and his hips moved just one inch, making you groan. He was so warm inside, he felt so good.
“Yes– Please move, I’m fine, just go slow first Alpha…” And your Omega was so good, voicing out what he needed instead of telling you things that might hurt him in the end. You pulled your hips back, slowly, and he winced just barely as you let out a sigh of relief, pushing back in. 
You were fighting with so many deities right now, trying to hold back, trying to not let your Alpha take control all over your body and mind. It wanted to go deep, ruin the man below you, the Omega that you wanted to spend your entire life with, and you weren’t going to let it. Not now. You needed Eddie to adjust around your cock before you did any of that.
And then it happened, his moans suddenly appeared, turning louder as you thrusted in and out, and you knew he was feeling the pleasure, this time entirely. You took a deep breath in, your whole body sweating and you braced yourself as you started moving quicker, harder.
And then, it was a blur. Suddenly you were going slow, neutral, and the next thing you know, your hips were slapping against his ass as you buried yourself inside of him, taking him, destroying him for everyone else, marking him in a way that no one else did before and no one else would be able to.
You were going to make sure of that.
You were growling, the rumbles of pleasure vibrating inside your chest, as you moved in and out of him. He was whimpering, tears rolling down his face, his hands digging into the sheets. He didn’t know what he would feel from this, but it was never this. He knew it would feel good, most likely, but never this excellent, this perfect. 
He looked so beautiful as the squelching of his slick bounced all over your bedroom’s walls. You felt your fangs wanting to come out as your eyes gazed over the mating gland once more. You growled again, reaching around him once again to rub onto his cocklette, sending him in a spur of blabbering, of praising, of begging.
“So good Alpha-! Making me feel so good–!” He didn’t even know what he was saying, and he was probably, most likely, going to be embarrassed about it later on. Right now? He couldn’t care less. You weren’t going to remind him what he said either. You don’t want to fluster your Omega, not in a way that would make him feel bad. 
You felt his walls clenching around you, making you start to breathe heavily, feeling your insides turn in need. The base of your cock was burning, and you knew your knot wouldn’t take long to start swelling, but you had to keep going, stretch him even more, and gladly he was going to cum again. 
“You can do it Omega, cum on your Alpha’s cock.” 
And Eddie cursed loudly as he cried out your name, his walls clenching all around you, making a strangled moan get caught in your mouth at the overwhelming sensation. You kept your pace as he trembled with his climax, moaning with tears springing out of his eyes. He was gushing out, spraying you with his juices all over your pelvis and legs, his cocklette had covered your hand with its squirts, and you felt your belly start to scream out in pain.
You started to slow down your pace when you felt him relax again, and he was breathing heavily against the mattress as he rode out the last remnants of his orgasm. You groaned as he gave you one final clench and it gave you the strength to pull out and grab onto his ass to turn him over with such force you never thought was possible for you.
He was surprised at the new position, his legs opened wide for you to slot in just perfectly, his eyes widening when he looked at your naked body, your breasts moving up and down and your eyes… your pupils were completely dilated and he could see your fangs beginning to bare, and he smiled with happiness at it. 
“Mate me… Mate me, sweetheart… Knot me.” And you trembled and almost whimpered at his request. You grabbed onto the back of his knees, spreading his legs apart and for you to have leverage as you seethed yourself back in with one deep thrust. Eddie threw his head back as a surprised moan escaped him. He was sensitive, so overstimulated but there was one last thing his body craved for. That one thing he desired more than anything in the world.
“I’m going to knot you Eddie, you’re going to take my knot, aren’t you? My sweet Omega… Mine.” 
That last word came out with the most possessive growl you ever did in your life. Maybe the first ever. A chirp mixed with a whimper was heard inside Eddie’s throat and chest. A delectable sound for your ears as you continued to rail him, angling your cock so you could hit that spongy part of his repeatedly.
Eddie couldn’t even process any words right now. He just kept nodding at everything you said, and your eyes were fixated on the mating gland, the Alpha inside of you telling you to bite him. To lock him in. To make him yours forever.
And Eddie’s rationality came back for a second when a new pain started happening below. He felt a new stretch, a wider one, popping in and out. Your knot was starting to swell and you heard him whine in pain and you almost stopped but it was just a bit more. 
“A-Alpha–” He called out to you, his arms stretched out to try to hold you. You immediately dropped his legs as you bent forward, his arms wrapping around you and you were holding yourself up on your hands as you continued to thrust into him and you saw how his face contorted in pain and pleasure mixed together.
“A bit more. A bit more baby–” You were breathless, your mind turning into mush as the possessiveness was taking over your body. Eddie was looking up at you, a small smile on his lips as his walls started clenching again.
“Bite me… Make me yours– Please, mate me.” 
Your eyes widened at that. He wanted to be yours completely. Of course he would, you two are scent mates, fated to be together. He wants it, he is begging for it… So why not? Why not? Why the fuck not?
And in one thrust you sat inside of him, deep, and your knot completely swelled up in its full size, locking yourself into him. You came inside of him in thick white ropes, and you growled loudly when he also came around you, milking your knot dry as he cried out in pleasure and you looked down at his gland.
Why the fuck not?
And you bit down, making Eddie yell in pleasure and pain, knowing your teeth had pierced his skin and he felt you cumming again inside of him and finally, finally, his belly stopped hurting. His belly was thankful, filled with his Alpha’s cum. 
You two were breathing heavily, you were still on top of him, mouth still wrapped around his skin, sweaty bodies clinging together, and the smell of both your scents filled the air. It felt like home, warm, and cozy, even with all the mess that was underneath the two of you. 
Only when Eddie’s head became conscious again, he realized that you bit his shoulder… not his mating gland. You didn’t mate him. He became self-conscious about it, instantly, the distressed Omega in him becoming erratic and you could feel it, pulling yourself up to look at him.
“Was it not good? Why didn’t you mate me, sweetheart?” He was almost whining, wanting answers and you shook your head at him with a small smile on your face, leaning towards his face so you could kiss him on the cheek.
“It was perfect Eddie… I just didn’t want to mate you because we had to…” You explained to him and he was confused at that, raising an eyebrow up in confusion.
“What do you mean?”
“I want to court you Eds.” And he felt his heart flutter at your words. You cared about him, not caring about the fate aspect of it all. You wanted to be with him by your own accord, getting to know him, and for the both of you to learn to love one another. He smiled at you, holding you even closer.
And his eyes filled with tears at your gesture. You wanted to do the whole courting ritual, something that was not needed nowadays or it wasn’t something people used to do anymore, and he assumed that if you were fated mates, so… what is the reason for it?
“Wait… so– Does this mean you won’t leave then?” You heard the small whimper behind his voice, the need for you to confirm that fact or not, hoping that it was a negative answer.
“I was only planning to leave because I felt rejected by you. Don’t worry my Omega, I am not going anywhere…” You smiled down at him and he returned it with a bright one, leaning up to give you a small peck on the lips, and then pulling away with a teasing grin on his lips.
“You really do care about me in the end, huh?” He chuckled and you growled slightly at that, giving him a soft kiss on the lips which he hummed with contentment. He wanted to mess with you a little more, a smirk appearing on his lips. “I mean, we both know how it’s going to end, might as well just bite me and get it over with, right?”
Your eye twitched, your heart becoming ablaze again as you once more raised yourself up with both your hands and you pressed your hips against him again, your knot still firmly wrapped inside of him, making him whimper slightly. 
“You know what I feel like doing Eds?” He could sense the threat in your voice, but he was excited for it, because he finally had you, and whatever you give him he is going to take. 
“What is that Princess?” He said the nickname he often used to make you mad at work whenever he came to visit, but instead of a frown, he gulped when you only smirked at him.
“I feel like getting you back for all the times you were a cocky little brat in my shop.”
And Eddie was scared of that but chirped with excitement either way.
Yes, you were fated alright.
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