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beom-pyu · 11 months

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lust for life ☆⋆｡𖦹°‧★ kang taehyun

kang taehyun x fem!reader (choi yeonjun x fem!reader) , tags: non idol au , friends to lovers , one-sided crushes , pining , fluff , nsfw , angst , friend!taehyun , bff!yeonjun , roommate!yeonjun , college au , one-sided crushes , angst , pink-haired taehyun because why not, reader is a little ditzy but you mean well!! , pwp

warnings: smut (minors dni) , cursing , fingering , drinking , service top!taehyun (i need to spread this agenda please hear me out) , unprotected sex (reader is on the pill) , sane and consensual! , car sex (i have an obsession) , reader is going thru it

"in these stolen moments, the world is mine. there's nobody here—just us together. keepin' me hot like july forever."

a/n: hiii it's been a while! i've had this in the drafts for a little bit and i finally finished it yayyyy!! also happy 520+ in just a little over a month??? ily guys with all of my heart :,,,) i hope u enjoy!!! (this has only been proofread once so plz excuse any mistakes!)

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you’ve never been a fan of pancakes. in fact, you had even won an online debate about how waffles are the better breakfast food back in middle school on some weird forum site. pancakes are just too starchy, too flimsy, and way too bland. you’d rather eat sand than willingly go out of your way to devour a plate of pancakes.

but as yeonjun hand feeds you a bite of the blueberry pancakes he made for your “friendiversary” (the friendship anniversary that you guys celebrate every year), you decide right then and there that you have become a pancake connoisseur—a devotee… a fanatic, if you will.

you hum in delight, clapping your hands in appreciation as you chew the slice of doughy goodness. yeonjun watches your reaction with hopeful eyes—those fox-like eyes, shining as the daylight from the kitchen window hits his irises, a chocolate brown ring hidden in the center. you think you can get lost in them forever: the way they bunch up when he smiles widely, the way his eyelashes frame them beautifully, the way they seem to display any and every emotion he feels. those captivating, enchanting eyes.

“does it taste okay?” yeonjun asks, his soft voice snapping you back into reality. you’re nodding quickly before you even realize it, giving him two thumbs up as you swallow the food.

“i didn’t know you were a pancake expert,” you joke, picking up your own fork to grab a strawberry off of your plate. yeonjun shakes his head with a faint smile, pushing around the food on his plate as he watches you eat.

“i just threw some things together. guess i’m just a natural, huh?” his voice is filled with feign cockiness and you find yourself giggling at the way he leans back in his seat with his arms behind his head like some 90s chick-flick jock.

he looks especially good today—you don’t know if it’s just the warm feelings surrounding your friendiversary, or if it’s the way the sun rays frame his figure, creating a halo effect around his body. he’s perfect in your eyes; his black hair falls beautifully around his face, and his cheeks are naturally flushed pink from the warm air of your shared apartment. his lips are glossy with some syrup residue and you wish for nothing more than to kiss it off of him, tasting the sweetness of his mouth as your hands find their way to his—

“—ift today, so i have to go in. i’m really sorry, y/n.”

you blink, tilting your head a bit as you rip your attention from his lips. “sorry, what did you say?”

yeonjun sighs with a small, apologetic smile, bouncing his fork in his hands. “there was no one who could cover my shift for our friendiversary, so i still have to work today.”

his voice is filled with so much guilt, and despite the deep disappointment you feel in your chest, you don’t want to make him feel any worse. he doesn’t deserve to feel that way. you guys have celebrated your friendiversary every single year for the past decade and a half. from visiting the aquarium in sixth grade, to go-karting in ninth, to climbing onto the rooftop of your apartment complex to stargaze last year; you guys have done it all. there’s nothing wrong with cutting one short, right?

“oh, that’s okay! i… i still have some cramming i need to do, so that’ll definitely keep me busy.” you wave your hand to dismiss him with a small smile before quickly spooning another strawberry into your mouth to cover up the falter of your lips. yeonjun’s shoulders untense with relief, nudging your foot under the table—the action is quick to summon butterflies in your stomach, a small warmth rising to your face from the short contact.

“i promise i’ll make it up to you, okay?” and any hint of dismay in your body dissipates with the lopsided smile he sends your way, too distracted by the fluttery stuttering of your heart and the way those eyes glimmer in the morning sunlight.

“i’m going to die.”

“you’re not going to die.”

“yes, i am. i’m going to die and it’ll be all your fault.”

taehyun deadpans you as you dramatically drape yourself across the library table, whining with your cheek pressed against the cool wood. today was supposed to be your friendiversary, and now here you are, face to face with your friend (and calculus tutor) in your stuffy campus library.

you mentally curse the current recession—yeonjun could’ve had the day off to cuddle and watch movies with you, but now he’s holed up in a dumb, understaffed clothing store.

on top of it all, calculus seems to always have the ability to literally melt your brain through your ears, feeling yourself growing more and more delirious with every number and formula you write down. there’s a reason why you’re an english major.

taehyun simply watches you throw your contained fit, his demeanor blank with the slightest hint of amusement—he’s definitely used to it by now. with one final huff, you lift your head up, grabbing your pencil with vigor as you straighten your back.

“okay, let’s do this.”

a tiny puff of laughter fills the space around you as taehyun’s lips quirk up at your immediate change of pace, his eyebrows raised with entertainment.

“you sure you don’t need another minute?” he teases you with a sly smile and you give him a tiny glare in return.

“not everyone is a mathematical nerd like you, kang,” you retort, but the words are light and airy—it’s easy to banter with taehyun. you’ve known him since your freshman year, meeting him by chance at this exact library during exam season. you approached him first—he had on a t-shirt of a band you like a little too much and with your extroverted nature, you cracked through his shell quickly.

you two would be complete opposites if it weren’t for the fact that you have so much in common with each other. he’s like the less talkative, “critically thinking”’version of you—he balances you out perfectly and you’re incredibly thankful to have a friend like him. he’s always open to listen to your rambling, help you out when you’re struggling in one of your classes, and provide silent company when you don’t want to be alone.

you’re especially grateful that he willingly offered to help you prepare for your upcoming exams, knowing how scatterbrained you get when it comes to studying—and by the time it hits 5 p.m, you’re officially burnt out, unable to intake any more explanations of radians and whatnot.

taehyun notices your attention drifting as you chew on the end of your pen, a tiny and fond smile falling onto his face.

“how about we call it a day?” taehyun asks as he closes his textbook. you immediately brighten up, nodding aggressively—taehyun quietly laughs at your enthusiasm.

“wanna get something to eat? i think i’m actually going to die after all of this now.” you motion to the mess of paper and notes in front of you, hearing taehyun hum in agreement. you pack up quickly as you randomly stuff your papers into their proper (see: random) folders, ready to get some food in your stomach as you tell taehyun about this new show you’ve started watching. he listens intently, nodding along to your breakdown of the plot—you speak way too fast for anything to be even the slightest bit comprehensible, but your eagerness makes up for any lost translations.

the air is warm on your skin when you exit the library, soaking up the heat as you fall into step with taehyun next to you. as brutal as finals season is on you, it does leave one positive in your mind—summer is coming.

you had planned a trip with yeonjun to your hometown for the first few weeks of summer—just the two of you with no distractions of work and assignments. alone. together. you were going to confess during this trip; you had promised yourself that you wouldn’t chicken out this time. you have liked yeonjun for years, ever since middle school, but you’ve been too afraid of losing him to actually tell him the truth about your feelings—but this is it. this will be the summer you tell him everything. you beam at the thought, already feeling giddy at just the idea.

“watcha thinking about?”

taehyun’s inquisitive voice enters your ears and you turn your head to look over at him. he’s already watching you, his big eyes focused on the goofy smile on your face. your neck heats up with embarrassment at the prospect of being caught daydreaming about your best friend, shaking your head.

“nothing, really. i just love when the sun’s out,” you speak, looking up to the clear sky as you silently applaud yourself for that on-the-spot excuse. you can still feel taehyun’s eyes on your face, but you brush it off as your phone rings in your hand.

you look down at the caller i.d., your heart jumping at the giant display of letters that spell out “junnie bug”. his contact photo takes up your entire screen and you’re sure taehyun sees it as well—it’s a selfie yeonjun took when he used one of your hello kitty headbands to wash his face, his lips puckered up in a kissy face with a v by his eyes, winking at the camera. god, he’s so cute.

quick to answer the phone, you press the device to your ear with a small smile on your lips, muttering out a quiet hello.

“hey, where are you right now?”

you scan the area, realizing you’re closing in on one of the campus restaurants, one you and yeonjun frequent weekly.

“i’m about to grab dinner. why?” the line is quiet for a beat as you hear some shuffling and jingling before yeonjun finally responds.

“i got off early! come eat with me. i brought your favorite~” yeonjun sing-songs through the speaker of your phone. you pout a bit, glancing up at taehyun whose hands are shoved in his pocket as he looks off into the distance, giving you privacy to speak.

“i’m actually with taehyun right now…”

yeonjun makes a small, whiny sound, quick to intervene. “but it’s our friendiversary! plus, i have something i’ve been waiting to tell you.”

your heart stops in your chest for a moment as the words reach your ears, feeling the world around you slow down.

yeonjun has something to tell you.

he has something he's been waiting to tell you.

you try not to overthink it, but you can’t stop the conclusion from jumping into your head.

he’s going to confess. he’s going to confess!

you bite back a small squeal as you gain your composure, your eyes flickering over to taehyun once again. he’s a few steps behind you and you already feel bad for what you’re about to do—but yeonjun has something to tell you and your best friend always comes first.

(especially when he’s going to confess to you!)

“okay, i’ll be there soon! love you, junnie.”

“love you too. see you in a bit.”

and then the line goes silent. you try to hide your wide grin as you turn on your heel towards taehyun who stops in his tracks, his head cocking to the side at your excited demeanor.

“hey, can we make a reign check? i’m really sorry,” you pout as you speak, but taehyun doesn’t seem fazed in the slightest, nodding his head.

“yea, that’s okay. seems like you have somewhere important to be.” the small smile he gives you seems a little forced, but you’re too blinded by the excitement pooling in your gut to linger on it. you make a small happy noise, reaching out to pat taehyun’s arm softly.

“i’ll pay for dinner next time—pinky promise.” you hold out your pinky and taehyun’s eyes follow your hand, smiling a bit at the action.

“what, are we twelve?” he teases and you huff, gently jabbing your pinky into his arm.

“pinky promises are the ultimate form of trust and commitment!” you declare with a self-assured nod. taehyun hesitates for a moment as he gives you an unreadable look before his warm pinky hooks onto yours, your thumbs pressing together in a silent seal.

“thank you, kind sir,” you say in a horrible british accent and the corners of taehyun’s eyes crinkle in that darling way they do when he smiles. “i’ll see you tomorrow. bye, bye!”

if taehyun watches your figure retreat until you’ve disappeared around the corner of the communications building, and a short while after you’re already gone—well, that’s for only him to know.

you’re nervous, you realize as you wipe your sweaty palms on your skirt, taking in a deep breath as you stand outside of your apartment. one would think you’d be prepared for this, considering how many sleepless nights you’ve tossed and turned imagining this exact moment. the exact moment when yeonjun tells you, to your face, that he has been in love with you for years—and you would confirm that you feel the same way, and all would be well and dandy and you’d finally be able to breathe.

but your breath gets caught in your lungs the moment you see yeonjun sitting on the couch with a movie paused on the screen, all of your favored dishes from your favorite takeout place laid out in an array on the glass coffee table in the middle of the living room. time moves in slow motion when his head turns towards you as you walk through the front door, those butterflies making their way back to your belly the moment his eyes lock onto yours.

he’s always so gorgeous—even after being on his feet for hours due to his long shift, he still manages to look positively effortless. his plush lips are slightly parted in a wide smile as he beckons you over, his hair bouncing on his forehead at the movement. he’s shining, the sunset casting a wonderful glow over the living room, making his pristine skin look even more angelic than it usually does.

you’re in love. you’re absolutely, absolutely enamored with the man in front of you.

it’s like a scene in a movie as you take a seat on the couch next to him, his arm coming to rest over your shoulders, pulling you into a tight side hug and… oh goodness, he smells so amazing. he’s had the same signature scent for years—a sweet grapefruit with hints of cedar and black currant. intoxicating, alluring. you subtly inhale as you bury your face in his shoulder, letting yourself bask in his warmth. his comfort.

you feel his body rumble with quiet laughter at the way you cling to him, his free hand coming up to pinch your cheek fondly.

“hello to you too,” he speaks and you pop your head up to smile at him.

“i missed you. i think i lost half of my sanity after that study session,” you mumble as you pull your knees up to your chest, pressing yourself closer to yeonjun’s side.

“wasn’t taehyun there to help, though?” yeonjun questions as he massages the back of your neck. you hum in response, your eyes slipping shut as your body relaxes.

“he’s the only reason i didn’t actually go insane,” you groan and yeonjun laughs a bit at your theatrics. “but enough of that. it’s friendiversary time!”

you try to ignore the anticipation bubbling in your chest as the night goes on. yeonjun seems to have pushed the “something” he’s been “waiting” to tell you to the back burner of his mind, laughing and joking around as per usual as some corny 2000s chick flick plays on the t.v. screen. you’re painfully aware though, your eyes glancing over at him during every bout of prolonged silence, trying to egg him on with subtle words—and by the time the movie finally ends, you think he’s forgotten completely.

but then he turns his body towards you, and if you weren’t already hyperfocused on his entire presence, you would’ve missed the way he takes a subtle deep breath, silently preparing himself for whatever he’s about to tell you. naturally, your body faces him as well, your hands in your lap as you dismiss the rapid pounding of your heart in your chest.

it’s finally happening.

yeonjun cracks a small smile to break the growing tension in the room and you swoon at the way his cheeks bunch up in that adorable way they do.

“soooo,” he starts and you can’t help but to smile a bit at his unusually awkward demeanor—choi yeonjun, you’re choi yeonjun, is actually nervous right now. something about it makes you feel a little fluttery; just the sight of his face reddening makes your stomach flip. he’s so cute.

“soooo…?” you echo, nudging his knee with yours. he chuckles a bit, one of his hands coming up to rub the back of his neck.

“remember how i said there’s something i’ve been waiting to tell you?” he speaks slowly as if he’s thinking of every word he says before they exit his mouth. you nod, trying to hide your growing grin. “so, um…”

this is it. this is it. your days of pining are finally over. you’ll be able to kiss, hug, and love yeonjun all you want, as loudly as you want. you’ll finally be his.

“i think i’m going to throw up from the suspense,” you blurt out and your words help to lighten the mood, yeonjun laughing again as his hand drops back down to his lap.

“i guess i’ll just say it then,” he inhales once before his next sentence tumbles off of his lips like an avalanche, destroying your world with every passing millisecond. you’re dunked underwater as your breath hitches in your throat, your hearing muffled as you watch yeonjun’s lips move, but none of it reaches your ears.

you can’t think. you don’t want to think. it’s all too sudden and you feel your hands tremble slightly in your lap as yeonjun’s eyes fill with adoration as he talks about the girl from his fashion department.

“we’re official. me and eunbin… we’re dating.”

he’s so happy as he lulls on about the exact moment everything happened; the way her eyes lit up, the way she jumped into his arms, the way she kissed him on the lips. how she’s so smart and mature. how she’s beautiful and confident and charming in every way. how she’s exactly what he needs at this point in his life.

how she isn’t you.

you have always kind of been aware of the fact that the girl had a crush on yeonjun. she’d always be by his side walking through campus, hanging off his arm like a koala, overly affectionate with skinship. but yeonjun was friendly too, and he’s touchy with all of his friends—it’s his love language. you’ve never thought too much of it seeing as yeonjun always returns home to you. cuddling you at night when you can’t sleep. cooking you breakfast and dinner almost every day. matching outfits with you. staying up late to talk with you.

you were just too stupid—too naive… too blinded by your own infatuation with the man to realize that his eyes weren’t set on you this entire time. you were just his comfort. his roommate. his best friend. and nothing more.

you aren’t sure if you’re still present in your body—it feels as if you’re watching the entire scene from afar, somewhere high up in the clouds. away from yeonjun. away from yourself.

you want to cry, already feeling a lump form in your throat as your waterline burns with tears, but yeonjun’s smile is the widest you’ve seen it be in a while, and those eyes… those same eyes you’ve found yourself getting lost in one too many times… they’re so big and bright tonight as he rambles on about this girl. this girl who is everything you’re not.

it feels as if your heart shrivels up and falls into your stomach right then, fighting to make a smile form on your trembling lips. you want to be joyful for your best friend—you really do—but it just hurts so, so much and you’re about to break at any second.

“i’m so happy for you, junnie,” you mumble out quietly, positive that if you speak any louder, your voice will crack and give it all away. yeonjun directs that endearing smile your way and you feel your heart break even more.

“thank you, y/n. you’re… you’re the first person i’ve told so i was a little nervous. thank you, really.” yeonjun lets out a sigh of relief as he pulls you into a hug. it should’ve been warm and cherished, filling you with nothing but precious feelings—but you can’t help that ice-cold feeling that washes over you as you inhale his citrusy cologne, patting his back with a shaky hand. when he pulls away, he has this little dazed smile on his face—he’s definitely thinking about her—and your gut churns with the ickiest feeling you’ve ever felt.

“you know it’s hard for me to open up to people,” he continues, and you aren’t sure how much longer you can sit here while holding in your tears. “but with her, it’s just like… it’s so natural and easy. she reminds me of you, actually. she always understands me in the way that you do.”

no, she doesn’t.

“i’m glad,” you mutter out and he doesn’t even process your short response, too busy lost in thought as he smiles down at his lap.

you can’t. you can’t.

“‘m gonna go to the bathroom,” you speak, standing before he even acknowledges your words. your tears are already falling down your cheeks as soon as you turn your back to him, your legs moving quicker than the speed of light as you shut the bathroom door behind you, letting it all rush out.

you muffle your quick breathing with the sleeve of your sweater so yeonjun can’t hear—you don’t want to ruin this moment for him. he’s still your best friend, and he deserves all of the happiness in the world. but you’re selfish and your heart hurts a little too much; all of those years of pining and chasing…

this truly sucks.

you don’t know how long you sit in there, but it must’ve been long enough for yeonjun to become worried seeing as a knock soon sounds from the door.

“y/n, you okay?”

you quickly pat your cheeks dry with your palm, nodding your head before remembering he can’t see you from the other side of the wall.

“yeah, ‘m just getting ready for bed!” you call out, cringing slightly at your hoarse voice. hearing an affirmative hum from yeonjun in the hallway, you turn on the sink to wash the tear tracks from your face.

now this is definitely a friendiversary to remember.

taehyun has always had a knack for being incredibly perceptive—you like to call it his “kitty senses”, the way his nose twitches cutely when he spots something in the distance, or the way he perks up when he hears something interesting. he always seems to be aware of the space and those around him, noticing the little things, and paying close attention to detail. maybe that’s the reason why he blinks so little; he’s always keeping an eye out for the minuscule things people usually overlook.

so when your laugh isn’t quite as full as it usually is, and your smile doesn’t fully reach your eyes, and your fingers keep fidgeting with the zipper of your jacket—taehyun knows something is up.

it’s not like you’re not trying to hide it. you had made sure to put on extra concealer that morning to hide your sleepy eyes from your lack of sleep, which is useless because already sure you’ll be crying it off by the end of the day. you try to joke around with taehyun as usual, but you can’t seem to stop your mind from drifting.

it hurts—it hurts so bad, and as much as you wish to just accept reality and move on, some part of you still wants to believe that this is all a dream. some horrible, horrible joke the universe decided to play on you. you just want it to all be over.

taehyun’s over at your place today. yeonjun has work until 6 and you really don’t think you can bring yourself to leave the dark, brooding coven that has become your bedroom, so you came up with a flimsy excuse of the library being too hot to study in today.

“let’s take a break,” taehyun’s voice sounds from your desk, successfully making you look up from where you’re laid stomach down on your bed. in all honesty, you’ve been repeatedly reading the same sentence for the past ten minutes, drawing the conclusion that you’re definitely not going to get anything done today.

you sigh with a small nod, moving to sit crisscross as you shut your laptop, feeling your shoulders slump. taehyun’s watching you—you can feel his eyes follow your movement as you move your laptop to your bedside table, your lips adorning a permanent frown.

you don’t even bother to check your phone as you flop backward onto your bed; it’s not yeonjun’s fault that you feel this way—you know that. he’s not responsible for the way your stomach swoops when he smiles, or the way your skin tingles when his hand lingers on your face for a little too long. it’s your fault for jumping to conclusions, for seeing everything through rose-tinted glasses.

it’s your fault for falling for him so hard.

and here comes that feeling again; that lump in your throat, the churning of your insides, the sting behind your eyes. too caught up in your own thoughts, you don’t process the dip in your bed as taehyun takes a seat next to you.

“are you alright?”

his voice is oh so soft as you turn your head to look at him—those big eyes scan over your body as he tries to read what’s wrong, seeing his kitty senses working a thousand miles a second. you catch the way his fingers twitch as if he wants to touch you, but his body is stiff with uncertainty.

you almost want to cry simply at the way he so obviously cares, his brows knit together, eyes searching yours for an answer you aren’t giving him. he’s lovely, you render, as you scoot over to give him some space to slip in next to you as you curl up to his side. it’s nothing new; you’re used to sharing a bed with taehyun to get in quick power naps during cramming, or to scroll through your phones in silence, just enjoying each other’s company.

but something feels different this time as he wraps his arm around you, his fingers tickling your arm. your head rests on his shoulder while your index finger draws random patterns on his chest, his black t-shirt bunching and scrunching up with the movement. it’s quiet as he strokes your arm, the pads of his fingers making goosebumps rise to your sensitive skin. you don’t realize how bad you need this—the warmth of his body is so nice and you can already feel your walls coming down as you sniffle, a few tears escaping your eyes.

“‘m gonna get your shirt all wet,” you mumble, and taehyun just laughs a bit, resting his head on top of yours.

“i don’t mind,” he replies quietly and you immediately break, the dam collapsing as your tears soak into his shirt, accepting all of the untamed emotions running wild inside of your body. taehyun holds you silently and gently, his thumb brushing over your skin in an attempt at solace.

heartbreak is a weird, weird thing. it feels like you’re yearning for something that you know you’ll never have. craving the touch of someone you’ll never be able to hug and kiss and love in the way you want to. you don’t believe you’ve ever felt anything like this before.

so you let yourself cry, and cry, and cry as taehyun nuzzles his cheek into your hair—a silent reminder that he’s still right here next to you.

he doesn’t ask any questions, and in a way, you’re thankful for that. what would you even say? your bestfriend broke your heart even though you guys were never together in the first place? it sounds ridiculous in any way you can think of wording it, so you bask in the silence as you let everything out.

by the time your tears slow down, your fingers are clenching the front of taehyun’s shirt like a lifeline… and he lets you hold onto him for as long as you need. you don’t know what you have ever done to deserve a friend like him. always ready to catch you when you fall, giving reassurance when you need it, and always prepared to lend a helping hand.

you find yourself lifting your head to find taehyun’s eyes already on you, his hand slipping from your arm to your waist at your movement. his eyes are clouded with apprehension, and you’re sure you look an absolute mess right now with your swollen eyes and tear-stained skin. but there is something left unsaid in the air as your eyes trail down to his pink lips; his hand grips your waist a little tighter, his big eyes flickering quickly between yours.

his eyes are different than yeonjun’s—while yeonjun’s are filled with memories of home and familiarity, taehyun’s are present and swirling with unadulterated want. he wants to be here with you.

everything is muted save for your air conditioning, the quiet hum from the fan of taehyun’s laptop sitting on your desk, and the pounding of your heartbeat in your ears.

you shouldn’t do it. you know this is a bad, bad, bad idea. you’re still not over yeonjun—you’re not ready to move on yet. but that feeling of heartbreak and pure longing wraps around your brain and you just need something, someone to make it all pause. the feeling of taehyun’s hand on your waist is grounding as his thumb brushes over your your clothed skin, his dark brown irises still fixated on you, waiting. and waiting. and waiting.

your lips are on his before you can give anything another thought.

he kisses you as delicately as he holds you, giving you the lead, and allowing you to take whatever you want from him. his lips are incredibly soft—you taste his vanilla and peppermint chapstick on your tongue, getting lost in the slightly tingly sensation. your mind is hazy as your hand trails up from his chest to the side of his neck, feeling his pulse under the pads of your fingers, pressing closer to him to deepen the kiss.

his tongue swipes across your bottom lip in silent permission and you gladly give in, parting your lips for him. a quiet moan slips out as his free hand tugs your thigh over his waist, moving you to straddle him. his body is firm and sturdy underneath you, your hands falling to his shoulders as you steady yourself.

it should end here… it really should—but then taehyun tilts his head and takes your bottom lip in between his teeth and his hands are so heavy and pleasant on your waist and you’re reminded of citrus and home and…

he pulls away slowly, his chest rising and falling quickly as he stares up at your figure.

“y/n…”

his breathy voice quickly makes you come to your senses.

guilt overrides your body as you realize—you just took advantage of your friend’s kindness and company, all because of your own stupid feelings. a grave emotion washes over you as you shake your head, quickly moving off of his body as taehyun sits up.

because only then does it dawn on you that you were pretending taehyun’s lips were yeonjun’s.

“hey, hey, it’s okay—”

“no, i can’t—fuck, i’m so sorry, taehyun,” you spill out as you climb off of him, creating distance between the two of you, unable to meet his hurt eyes. you don’t want to cry again, but the stinging behind your eyes comes back in full force. the shame is too much; taehyun is so kind and you just—you used him for temporary validation. “you should… you should go.”

taehyun is silent and you see him nod in the peripheral of your vision, lingering for a second before he slips off of your bed. he’s quiet and quick as he collects his things, and your eyes only watch his figure once his back is turned toward you. you try to pretend you don’t notice the weighted gaze he gives you before leaving.

it’ll give you one less thing to cry about tonight.

you need another drink.

the slight buzz in your body is not enough to blur out the sight in front of you as you lean against the wall holding a plastic cup tightly in your hand. you’ve never really had a problem with pda—if couples want to show their admiration for each other in public, then so be it. it isn’t any of your business, truly.

but now, your stomach seems to lurch as you watch eunbin kiss up yeonjun’s neck, sitting prettily in his lap on the living room couch as yeonjun smiles that perfect smile at something she whispers in his ear. theoretically, you can simply look away, or walk away, even—but your feet stay planted where they are as your hands shake slightly.

you aren’t sure how long heartbreak is supposed to linger, or how long it should take before you stop thinking about how that could’ve been you… should’ve been you. jealousy is one hell of an emotion, and you try your absolute best to keep it at bay; yeonjun owes you nothing, but the spite eats away at you as you bring your nearly empty drink back up to your lips.

a body shuffles up next to you, but you don’t pay them any mind, your ears ringing with the pulse of the music reverberating through the walls. you’re definitely not drunk enough to enjoy the atmosphere, too hyperfocused on the way yeonjun’s head tips back in a hearty laugh as eunbin swats at his chest playfully.

“you look like you need some air.”

your head whips to the side at the words, coming face-to-face with taehyun, his eyes holding a type of intensity you’ve never seen before. a dejected laugh leaves your lips as you tilt your head back, nodding slightly in response.

“yeah, i probably do.”

taehyun’s hand is slipping into yours before you can even process his grip, tugging you towards the front door of the house. there aren’t too many people in the front yard—just a small group passing a blunt on the porch, someone in an intense argument on the phone, and a few people loitering by their cars.

you follow taehyun to the steps of the porch, taking a seat on the cement. it’s dark out, but the air is still slightly humid, making your skin feel sticky and warm. taehyun’s hand is still in yours as you scoot closer to him to allow some people to walk up the other half of the steps, your thigh pressing against his.

he’s silent as he looks ahead, and you can feel tension filling in the space around you both. it’s been a couple of weeks since you two have spoken—you’ve felt too guilty to face him after that kiss, but now you find yourself looking over at his figure. maybe the alcohol is working better than you thought.

his brows are slightly furrowed, one of his legs bouncing up and down incessantly. the low glow of the porch light illuminates him in a way that makes it impossible to look away, your eyes trailing from his cat-like eyes, to the slope of his nose, to his soft lips.

his soft lips.

you rip your eyes away from them. you aren’t going to make the same mistake twice.

“y/n, did i do something wrong?” taehyun questions quietly, his eyes finally landing on your face. there’s something cloudy and uncertain behind them, something that you can’t quite put a name to.

“no, taehyun, you didn’t—it’s not your fault. i’m just…” you sigh, your gaze focusing on the way his thumb brushes over the back of your hand. “there’s a lot on my mind right now.”

taehyun nods slowly, turning his head away from you again.

“is there anything i can do to help?”

he doesn’t mention the kiss. he doesn’t mention the way you’ve practically been avoiding his existence.

you don’t know if it’s your tipsy state, or if it’s the way his body heat radiates onto you or the way his eyes flicker back up to yours when you’re quiet for a second—but then you catch the way they travel down to your lips and you’re in the backseat of his car in the blink of an eye.

it’s warm, too warm, as you straddle his lap, your hands tangled into his hair as he kisses down your neck, hands on your hips to steady you. you don’t want to think anymore—you don’t want to hang onto something you’ll never have.

so you let taehyun distract you at this moment.

“you can use me however you’d like,” he breathes out heavily as your hands come to rest on his chest. “use me to get over him.”

your body stiffens as the words slip out of his mouth, meeting his eyes in the darkness of the car.

“how… how did you…?” your voice is breathless as you trail off, the corners of his lips quirking up into a sad smile.

“i’ve always noticed the way you look at him, y/n.”

your eyes are unfocused in the low light as you gaze at taehyun’s state, his pupils blown wide in the darkness of the car, only a side of his face lit up golden from the street lights outside. his lips are bright pink and bitten raw, his fading pink hair messy and falling onto his forehead in fluffy waves. he’s always been gorgeous, a fact you could never deny, but in this moment, he looks absolutely unreal.

sudden guilt fills your chest at the thought, shaking your head quickly.

“i can’t do that to you, taehyun,” you replied weakly. he’s shaking his head now, his big hand coming up to cup your cheek, thumb brushing your soft skin delicately.

“i want you to. i hate seeing you like this,” his hand drops down to cover one of yours, feeling his chest rise and fall under your palm. “i’ll do anything you want me to, y/n. you just have to say the words.”

his voice is low and faint, gazing at you with his pretty brown eyes. they flicker in between yours, trying to read the emotions on your face in the limited light. you nibble on your lip as you feel his rapid heartbeat through his shirt, your mind scattered and dizzy.

“please. let me help you.”

a hot flash courses through your body at the pure desperation in his voice—and something in you snaps at that exact moment, your lips crashing onto his vanilla and peppermint ones. the kiss is messy and feverish as your hands run up and down his torso, teeth clashing with the vehemence of it all. you feel his hands drop to your hips, holding you down onto him as his tongue explores your mouth, running across your teeth, swiping across your lips. he tastes like cheap liquor, and you’re sure you do too, but it doesn’t matter at this moment.

you press down on him, your hands running over his toned stomach, up to his pecs, over his shoulders; anything you can reach. you shut your mind off, not letting yourself focus on anything other than taehyun taehyun taehyun taehyun.

he’s moving you, you realize as your back presses against the cool leather of his back seat. he doesn’t break the kiss once as he hovers over you, hiking your skirt up to run his hand up your leg, running his nails over the sensitive skin of your thigh. you allow your legs to fall open so he can comfortably slot himself in between them, feeling his bulge press against your pulsing core just right.

a faint gasp leaves your lips as he grinds against your clothed cunt, already feeling yourself leaking through the thin fabric. one of your legs wraps around him to pull him even closer to you, drowning out all of your senses with the scent of his cologne, his hair tickling your cheek as he kisses down your neck. his hand leaves your thigh to slip under your top before his fingers dance over your stomach, brushing over your bra—admiring every inch of you as you arch up into his touch.

“tell me what you want, baby,” he pants against your neck, nipping the flesh there. you stifle a moan as his fingers brush over the wet spot on your panties. “come on, use your words.”

“i want… fuck—i want your fingers in me.”

he’s quick to obey, pushing your panties to the side to rub his middle finger up and down your dripping slit, a low groan leaving his lips as your hand finds its way to his hair, tugging at the pink strands to hurry him up.

you moan softly as he slips his first finger in, curling it upwards as he pumps in and out of your clenching hole. the car is filled with the sounds of your soaked cunt, his heavy pants, and your moans as he finger fucks you, slipping in another two easily with how wet you are. his fingers are incredibly long and slender, reaching parts of you that you’ve never been able to hit by yourself.

when his lips find yours again, it’s much slower, his fingers matching the restrained pace as he kisses you deeply, devouring all of your little noises. your hips buck up as his thumb rubs circles onto your swollen clit, your fingers tightening in his hair.

he seems to be in no rush as he takes you apart slowly, hitting that spot inside of you perfectly as you leak onto his seat, body shaking with pleasure. there’s a small smile resting on his lips when he pulls back to peer down at you, taking in the way your lips part and your brows furrow as he speeds up, pressing down on your clit just right.

you can’t control the noises leaving your lips as you grind onto his hand, chasing your high as he pumps into you. his actions don’t slow down when he moves up to capture your lips again, curling his fingers inside of you as his thumb rubs your clit. you grab his biceps, needing something to ground you as you feel your impending orgasm rushing upon you.

“taehyun—fuck, ‘m cumming…”

he swallows all of your moans as you tip over the edge, your back arching up into his hold as white fills your vision. you can hear the gentle praise leaving his lips through the ringing of your ears, your body left feeling fuzzy and warm as his fingers slow before gradually pulling out of your sensitive hole.

“so good for me,” he mutters against your lips, his own traveling down your jaw. you feel dizzy as you catch your breath, leaning into his touch.

“i need you,” you mumble as he lifts his head to catch your gaze. he looks completely enamored, his big eyes glossy, reflecting the light from the street lamps outside. “i need you in me. fuck me, taehyun.”

he smiles before sitting back to undo his pants. “anything you want, baby.”

it’s all a blur as he’s back on top of you again, his length hard and throbbing against his stomach as he captures your lips again. his hands roam every piece of your skin he can touch, sucking marks onto your collarbone. claiming you.

you reach down to grab his heavy dick in your hand, stroking him a few times. he sighs lowly in your ear, whispering praise and encouragement that just turns you on even more. it’s hard to be patient when taehyun is bucking up into your hand, your mind clouding up by his hot tongue trailing over your skin. he seems to sense your urgency, placing one last kiss on your lips before lining up with your entrance.

“i’ve got you,” he whispers as if his voice was only made for you to hear. you nod quickly, wrapping your arms around his neck as he presses his forehead against yours. the heat radiating from his body manages to make your clothed, scorching skin even warmer, moaning out softly once you feel him push into you. his eyes flutter shut as you clench around him. “fuck—you feel so good.”

you bite your lip to keep quiet as he slowly thrusts into you, wrapping your other leg around his waist as if it would bring you impossibly closer to him. your fingers tangle gently in his hair, tugging slightly in a way that drives him absolutely crazy.

soft grunts leave his lips once he speeds up, the sound of skin on skin drowning out the muffled music in the distance. your eyes are half-lidded as you strain to keep them open, wanting to watch the way his jaw clenches and his brows furrow. it’s all too much as you take in the fluttery tickles of his lips on your cheek and jaw, the way he stretches you out with his thick cock, the way his hands tightly grip onto your waist as if you could disappear at any moment.

every thrust into your heat makes your stomach flip with pleasure, getting lost in the feeling of his hips snapping against yours perfectly. he kisses you once more before he leans back, hands slipping down your hips to fuck you even harder, the car rocking with his strokes. you can’t control your sounds anymore, getting closer and closer to the edge with every move. you can tell he’s getting close too by the way his rhythm falters — his grip on you is tight, and you know there would be marks to cover up by the morning.

“‘m so close,” you squeak out as he intertwines one of your hands, his other forearm resting by your head to lean down to kiss your lips again.

“me too, baby,” he speaks against your lips, his hips stuttering. “you’re so perfect, y/n, fuck.”

you can already feel your high crashing upon you with one last stroke, your own whimpers falling deaf to your ears as his words tip you over the edge. your body buzzes with electricity as you clench around him, feeling him pump his thick ropes of cum into you at the action, his moans high and breathy in your ear as you cum together.

it takes you a second to come back to your surroundings, blinking your eyes open to see taehyun watching you, silently stroking your hair. he’s still nestled inside of you, but you don’t really mind. he leans down to capture your lips again—it’s passionate and unrushed as he tries to convey every single emotion he’s feeling, his hands coming up to cradle your face.

you can’t think of anything other than the way your heart flutters as he breaks the kiss to rest his forehead against yours, his breathing still uneven as his eyes open to gaze into yours.

“thank you,” you whisper, your stomach swooping as he smiles, that dimple on his right cheek peeking out in the darkness.

“don’t thank me,” and his voice is dripping with so much sincerity, you find yourself unable to look away from his eyes, your hand coming up to rest on top of his. with a small giggle, you glance down at your intertwined bodies.

“i think we should clean up,” you speak light-heartedly as your nose brushes taehyun’s, and he lets out a small puff of laughter, nodding in agreement.

you don’t know what any of this means anymore—how your heart flutters at the way taehyun gently cleans you up before pulling you back in his lap to kiss you silly, how he drives you home, walking you up to your door with your fingers interlaced with his. how you linger for a moment, not wanting to leave his side so soon even though you can barely keep your eyes open long enough to unlock the front door.

but all you know is that yeonjun doesn’t cross your mind again for the rest of the night.

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cutecatlov3r · 1 year

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𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐬𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐟𝐮𝐜𝐤 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐭𝐨?

various x reader ! [gojo, megumi, itadori, yuta, inumaki, and nanami]

synopsis: my head cannons and my opinion on which song they'd fuck you to .

warnings/tw: all characters are 21+, praise, degradation, and my personal head cannons on what they are like during sex .

a/n: don't copy my work ! like, re-blog, and comment ily ! not proofread .

aot ver. hq ver. ft ver. bllk ver. bnha ver.

Satoru Gojo

Reminder [The Weekend]

✰ Let's be for real, the only reason he fucked you to this song is because he wants you to forever be reminded of this moment.

✰ His cocky personality makes sure to fuck you nice and good so you don't ever forget him.

✰ "Think about me and only me... Now, let me hear your moans,"

✰ Gojo Satoru does not do relationships yet here you are, his favorite person to hook up with.

✰ Although you two aren't together, he is very possessive over you, wanting you to only fuck him and no one else.

✰ You listen to him, not fucking anyone else but him. You can't ever pass up Gojo, he is amazing and too good in bed.

✰ He knows how to please you, whether it's his tongue, fingers, or cock.

✰ You both have something special, never wanting to let go of what you have.

✰ His blue eyes keep you hypnotized, you can't help but wish for something more from him. You can't help but fall in love with him .

"Every time you try to forget who I am, I'll be right there to remind you again"

Megumi Fushiguro

Good For You [Selena Gomez]

✰ This song makes Megumi show out his degrading parts. "You're a whore, hm?"

✰ The way your body moves so sensual to this song makes him go crazy.

✰ He goes deep and fast pace during this song, showing you how proud he is that you're his and only his.

✰ He will leave hickeys all over your boobs and thighs.

✰ "You're mine, Y/n. Got that?"

✰ He doesn't mind eating you out to this song, he likes watching you reach your climax, especially when this song is playing.

✰ It's as if you're dedicating this song to him, loving every second.

✰ You're the only person who can make him feel this way, wanting to fuck you senselessly every time he gets.

✰ And let's just say the quiet boys definitely aren't quiet in bed. And Megumi proves that they aren't.

"Let me show you how proud I am to be yours"

Yuji Itadori

Passionfruit [Drake]

✰ OUR PUSSY EATING KING !!!

✰ He loves you, during this song he will eat you out until you're crying and shaking.

✰ He doesn't even care about his pleasure, he needs only you to be satisfied.

✰ He will finger you and slurp up all of your juices, just pining to taste you.

✰ This song is about being passionate, which is literally all Itadori is to you.

✰ His true passion is being there for you in any way possible.

✰ "I love you so much! Sit on my face now please baby,"

✰ He will reward you and punish you by suggesting for you to take a seat on his face.

✰ But if he were to fuck you to this song he would most likely be doing it slow and deep, wanting to hear your moans.

✰ He lives for praise.

✰ After ruining you he will help you take a shower, get you something to eat, and cuddle you, whispering how much he loves you.

"Passionate from miles away. Passive with the things you say"

Yuta Okkotsu

Crush {Cigarettes After Sex]

✰ I feel like he'd be nice and slow, scared to hurt you.

✰ Gaining more confidence, he will be fast and hard.

✰ He loves this song, it reminds him of when you two first met, starting off as friends and slowly falling for each other.

✰ Yuta makes sure to tell you how much he loves you, he would never want you to overthink anything.

✰ "You're my everything,"

✰ He gets flustered easily but tries his best to be more confident.

✰ He wishes to be more dominant but it's hard to snap out of being so shy.

✰ When fucking you to this song he almost wants to cry because of how much he loves you and how happy he is in those moments between you too.

✰ After the two of you are done he will cuddle you, placing your head near his chest, holding you close, never wanting to let you go.

"Feel your lips crush, Hold you here my loveliest friend"

Toge Inumaki

LIGHT SHOWER [Melanie Martinez]

✰ Quiet during sex, grunting and slight whimpering.

✰ During this song, he likes receiving head from you.

✰ I feel like he cares about making himself cum first and then focusing on you afterwards.

✰ But if he were to fuck you during this song, he'd make you ride him and do all the work. His hands will be propped on your waist to guide you.

✰ I live for slightly mean Inumaki. So I can see him whispering in your ear to degrade you.

✰ "Stupid girl,"

✰ He for sure pulls your hair and chokes your throat. You let him, crumbling in his hands.

✰ Afterwards he will be sweet to you, kissing you softly. You know he loves you, lust and love are two separate things so you don't care if he's slightly mean during sex.

"You're a shower of light I'd devour any day of the week. Baby, cleanse me"

Kento Nanami

Earned It [The Weekend]

✰ Dom with a daddy kink . IDC .

✰ He makes you refer to him as 'sir' or 'daddy' (Healing my daddy issues)

✰ He treats you with respect, praising you whenever you do something good but degrading you when you act like a brat.

✰ "Stop being such a brat before I spank you, tsk,"

✰ This song instantly gets him in the mood to fuck you, hard, deep, and fast.

✰ This song reminds him about how perfect you are so he plays it because you earned it.

✰ He loves seeing his cum drip out of your hole after he's done, the way you whimper as his hot seed drips between your thighs makes Nanami want to fuck you again.

✰ I can see him lasting 3-4 rounds.

✰ He will help you, his baby girl, get comfortable after the sweaty sex by taking you a bath and cuddling you afterwards.

"'Cause girl you're perfect. You're always worth it, And you deserve it"

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luvhughes43 · 11 months

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7 rings (insta edit) | jack hughes x popstar!reader

summary: after your public break up with famous nhl player jack hughes, you start honing in on you icon status and spending all your energy on your friends.

note: i will be using ariana as a face claim for this edit because this era was just too powerful ! also?? Pinterest ruined the quality of all of the tweets so ignore that

8 months ago jackhughes posted...

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jackhughes my girl❤️

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edwards.73 lhughes_06 your brothers dating THEE yn ln?

lhughes_06 No because I didn't believe it either until they facetimed me

dylanduke25 YOU'VE FACETIMED???

ynoffical hi baby👼

jackhughes hi my love

fan1 NOOO HE WAS MINE FIRST WTF!???

fan2 baby i hate to break it to u but he was never yours

fan1 she's literally the other woman jacks mine‼️

_quinnhughes does mom know?

jackhughes we've called she knows

_quinnhughes ??? hold on you called mom AND luke?? wtf what about me?

lhughes_06 im his fav brother deal with it😎

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ynoffical my forever boy⚡️🖤

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jackhughes in love with you

ynoffical love u forever

fan3 the cutest couple ever wtf

fan4 least expected couple

fan5 okay.... now release the album we dont care !

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ynoffical 🥺🥺🤍💍 i'm so in love that its crazy... love u forever

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victoriamonet congratulations ily🤎

ynoffical ily more🤍🤍

fan0 SHES ENGAGED??? WTF

fan0 yn in her wife era

tysmith_6 congrats you guys🔥

fan0 get your ass back in the studio we want yl5 !

jackhughes love you!❤️❤️

ynoffical love you more.. so excited to get married🤍

6 months ago jackhughes posted...

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jackhughes were engaged😎🥂

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ynoffical THE SECOND PICTURE??😭😭🤍

jackhughes we look so cool🔥

trevorzegras i call being best man

colecaufield no me

trevorzegras im literally his best friend?

_alexturcotte its gonna be me sorry boys🥱

_quinnhughes congratulations💙

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edwards.73 lhughes_06 BRO WTF NOW THEY'RE ENGAGED??

lhughes_06 yeah i know they called me

_quinnhughes lhughes_06 THEY CALLED YOU?? I ONLY GOT A TEXT WTF?

njdevils congrats ynoffical and jackhughes!❤️🔥

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ynoffical wearing a ring, but ain't gon' be no mrs

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fan oh i just know she's MAD MAD

fan BUT AIN'T GON BE NO MRS?? OH WOW jackhughes U SEEING THIS??

normani ❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥

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ynoffical bought matching diamonds for 6 of my bitches💍💍💍💍💍💍💍

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fan now why is trevorzegras liking this post? he knows damn well..😭😭

trevorzegras i mean i love and support my gf jack but ... i mean the slayage is too much ! her music is just too good😞🙏

colecaufield i agree jacks on his own for this one ! he fumbled so badly😭

fan yn baby those are 7 rings in the caption not 6❤️

ynoffical i bought one for myself too...<3

ynoffical posted on her story !

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if i like it then thats what i get

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ynoffical i want it, i got it yuh ... 7 rings out everywhere tomorrow at 12am EST !

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ynoffical 7 rings is out now... link in bio💍🖤💋

#jack hughes x reader #jack hughes blurb #jack hughes one shot #jack hughes fic #jack hughes imagine #jack hughes insta edit #nhl fanfiction #nhl imagine #nhl blurb #nhl fic

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devourers-of-god · 2 months

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Hii :D

for first i wanted to say that i love your blog and the way you describe the characters!

can i request HC of the characters on valentine's day? if you don't want to do it to everyone, it could be just Travis and Sal. i'll let you decide there, take as much time as you want and if you don't want to do it, everything is fine. (i hope i wrote it well, it's a bit difficult for me to write in english)

HIII! thank you so much for the compliments it is very heart warming :( SOrry im late about your request HAHAH I will indeed do Sal and Travis only,,, you know me so well anon ,,, You wrote everything perfectly !! I couldn't have guessed if you didn't tell me :) ILY REQUESTS ARE OPEN PEOPLE! LOOK ALIVE! /ref but plz everyone, read my carrd In my bio before submitting.. its upsetting to see asks that doesn't meet my rules...

SAL AND TRAVIS ON VALENTINES DAY

Type : Headcanons

Warnings: None! Mostly Fluff sorry y'all I don't write nsfw

SAL

= Sal prepared some things for you by the gentle help of Ashley, because sal didn't know how to please you and Ash is your best friend.

= I think Sal would make you a valentines boo basket like the ones you see on TikTok. Filled with your favourite chocolates and CDS, cute slippers, horror movie blanket, jewelry and some surprises connected to your interests.

= He would come by your apartment/house and wear ''clean clothes'' ( Jeans he washed the night before and his favourite shirt lol), with his nails freshly painted of a beautiful black colour.

= He also brought movies to watch, romantic ones you say? Hell nah this Sal Fisher, he brought horror movies that you would enjoy.

= You were so happy by his gifts that you jumped right into his arms and dragged him into your room, he cuddled and kissed you A BUNCH because boy was he happy his partner liked what he bought them. He filled your entire face with kisses, when Sal started he couldn't stop.

= After all the affection was received, you two were stuck on the couch, under your new blanket, cuddling and watching movies. For the occasion Sal took off his mask, only if no one was there that day, which made you very happy and flustered to see your lover's face after a long day.

TRAVIS (ARGHBHHH EEEK ^0^DNWAODNSNF)

= Travis already struggles with showing affection, it was very hard to warp his mind around celebrating for the first time in his life Valentines day with his boyfriend.

= He also had to ask Ashley because she's your best friend after all, she recommended following his heart and doing something classic to not stress him too much. And that he did!

= My sweet boy put on a suit for you and bought flowers, not just any flowers tho, Travis believe in flower language. Which is that every single flower has a different meaning when given. He carefully chose Daisies (I truly love you), Red Carnation (My heart aches for you), Honey Suckles (Devoted affection) and lastly, Salvia Red (forever mine). Yes he could've chosen classic roses but he felt like you might think that he didn't put in any effort.

= This boy is an hopeless romantic and decided to write you a letter about his true feelings since he was so bad at expressing them in front of you, words couldn't leave his mouth but they were flowing with the help of his fountain pen.

= He then picked up gourmet chocolates, a bit expensive but he thought it would make you happy. Ashley suggested that he makes a mixtape of your favourite songs on a cassette since you had a walkman. He made 2 mixtapes, one of your favourites and the other one is songs that reminds him of you.

= He showed up to your door in the evening and your jaw dropped, seeing your boyfriend in a suit made you feel things you've never felt before. He felt super happy by your reaction and the letter was so profound it made you cry. You also knew flower language and you were basically bawling because of the effort (and money) he spent on you.

OKAY DONE ! you guys can see that I prefer travis over sal oops,,, I hope everyone still loved it! plz plz plz send me things because im desperate.... I love you all guys.......

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associate your moots with your fav song, now!!

ive been seeing these & they are absolutely adorable:( but sorry i didnt do the max 😣😓💔 my brain was REALLY flowing for this!!!

@dovedi — DINA POOKIE 😇 youve been with me from the start and we connected so easily! youre so funny and i miss our random convos:( but i adore you sm 🫂 we are literally soul mates!!!! it feels like i known you before & youre always so supportive. YOURE THE FIRST OFFICAL JAE BAE so i gave this song to you:) 💘💌 ILYSM!!!!

@gigittamic — GIGI GIRL 🎀 youre one of the sweetest ppl on here & it seems where ever i look on here, you are nothing but positive ☹️ you always are leaving sweet comments on mine & others mdbds!!! this is why i associate you with this song, because i want that same type of kind energy your way 24/7 💌 much love to you always <333

@fairytopea — THEE VINI is an icon & legend when it comes to dividers + mdbds!!! your work literally represents your bubbly personality & im so honored to have come across you! it makes me sooo happy interacting with you:) idk i feel like this is a song that could represent you (PLEASE trust my vision 🙏🏽🙏🏽🙏🏽) but literally thank you sm for always being so encouraging & kind! ILY 😭💘

@jenfaery — MARIIII our interactions are so special to me! idk i feel like i known you another life or something 😭😭😭 but i absolutely admire you & your mdbds sm 💐💗 its literally a BLESSING to see your username under any of my posts & youre the definition of a sweetheart, so i picked this song for you 🫶🏽☹️ ILYSM GIRL >_< /♡♡♡

@p-oisn — CHI BABY youre so precious & incredibly talented. whenever we interact, i really take it to heart because youre just a legend when it comes to mdbds 😓 your mdbds are so 😻😻 AND IDK HOW YOU ALWAYS DO IT??!!! youre also super encouraging & i really appreciate your welcoming aura all the time💘💗 im hoping you see where i am coming from with this song ‼️ ILY CHI :3

@yeritos — JUNE THE MOTHER OF MDBDS!!! youre one of the 1st accounts that inspired me to start making mdbds & for that youre super important to me 🩷💯💯 from your blog to your mdbds EVERYTHING IS JUST SO PERFECT 😝 and i apsire to be as great as you are. you are also incredibly kind 🫶🏽🫶🏽😊 thanks for being a trendsetter lowkey 🫡 i hope my song choice makes sense??? but june, you deserve everything <3

@seunghnie — DAE your blog is the cutest thing ever! your mdbds are ALWAYS too cute & you genuinely seem so down to earth 😣💔💔 i love seeing you on my feed and i appreciate whenever you comment on my posts 🩷🩷 i hope to see more of you soon!!! i feel like this song could represent you because you seem like a warm person, that can positively change someones mood 😇 much love to you, friend <333

#I WAS WAITING FOR THIS QUESTION #but i <3 them all #from: anon #—jae answers 🤳🏽#—moots 💌

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butterflykpop · 7 months

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So sorry if this is too awkward. But can I get a oneshot about Hyunjin comforting his girlfriend when she’s on her period. I honestly have the worst pain, it’s unreal! Maybe he comforts her and soothes her when she has really bad cramps??

It’s totally fine if you don’t wanna write it!

ily

Pairings. Hyunjin x fem!reader

Warnings. None just Hyunjin being the best boyfie ever

Word count. 0.5K

A/n. Hii you're my first request ahh this is exciting i really hope this was able to fullfill your desires and to you and the other readers please let me know if this was good all the feedback is needed. One more thing this is 100% not awkwaed at all like i said i will write about almost anthing anddd i hope you're feeling better my love, ilyt🫶🩷

Your pov

Being in bed all day might some wonderful to most but not when you're in this much pain.

I've been laying all day twisting and turning hoping that this pain would somehow come to an end. But these cramps seriously felt like they were never going to go away.

I was on my phone when i heard the front door open and your probably why would leave the front door open?

Well i left open knowing my boyfriend was coming over to spend some with each other, not having a glue what this guy was doing.

"Hey Hyunnie whats all that stuff for?"

He let out a soft chuckle "Their for you my love i know you have your period i got the notification from the tracking app."

"Hyunjin really? i dont even track my period."

"Well im doing it for you." He said as he let a cute laugh

"Okay baby i bought all your favorite snacks, a heating pad and of course all the kisses and cuddles you need."

"Oh thank you Jinnie you have no idea how much i needed this."

"I know baby its never easy going through this every month, I'll go heat up the heathing bad baby just give me a few minutes i'll be back"

He smiled at me while giving me a small peck on my lips.

He came back after around 10 minutes (i had to google how long it takes to heat up a heating pad😭)

He then placed the heating pad on my stomach and i couldn't help but look at while i was smilibg like a idiot, he was the only who could ever cheer me up within any moment im truly lucky to have him and call him mine.

"What are you thinking about honey."

"Nothing really just how lucky i am to be able to call you mine all you ever is make me like a princess."

"You don't do this only when i am on my period you do this at any given you can and Hyunnie i still can never find words to thank you."

"Thank me? Oh baby you never have to thank me not now not ever i'm supposed to do this is for you, its my job and duty for you to make sure you get treated like a princess, so you don't ever have to thank me."

I was starting to tear up a little just knowing my boy cares about me this much.

He definitely noticed as he was previously sitting on the bed now he changed positions now laying next to mine.

He leaned in a little slowly planting a soft kiss giving me all the butterflies.

I smiled in to the kiss as he caresses my cheek and delicately rub his thumb against it

I pulled away to bury my head in his chest, never wanting this moment to end, to always be with, stay with like this forever and never escaping from it.

Hyunjins pov

Y/n is always telling me how lucky she is to have me but god i am the most luckiest man to ever exist, to able be to get to love her, be with whenever i can, taking care of her like this i truly am the most blessed man ever and let alone to be able to call this girl my mine feels like a dream.

Song:

#stray kids imagines #stray kids #stay #skz x reader #hyunjin #hyunjin imagines #hyunjin x reader #hyunjin x y/n #kpop imagines #kpop #hyunjin oneshot

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certifiedtrashmouth · 1 year

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Number 57! (PS: rolled my dnd dice for this, and this is what the universe selected.)

TRACK 57 - would’ve, could’ve, should’ve by taylor swift (eddie munson x reader)

a/n: my jaw DROPPED when i saw what this number was. curse you and your dice (not really ily thank you for sending this in). and as expected, this one is going to come with some warnings. buckle in.

warnings: angst, smut (oral mainly), mentions of drugs, what i consider to be ooc eddie (he’s a bit mean in this one), attempted coercion into sexual acts if you squint???

“but lord, you made me feel important. and then you tried to erase us.”

You should have seen it coming.

You knew about the rumors surrounding him, you knew what people whispered about him. And even if all the rumors weren’t true, you knew that within each little white lie, there had to be a root of truth.

It didn’t stop you.

Maybe after the first meeting, you should’ve given him up. A clandestine meeting under false pretenses, you’d managed to convince him to meet you in the woods to sell to you. But it wasn’t the weed that you wanted - it was him.

Him, who you had seen in passing in the hallways for years. Him, who wore a leather jacket even on the most sweltering of summer days and rolled into school each day with loud music blasting loudly, not an ounce of consideration for his peers. Him, who had a reputation and wore it like a badge of honor.

Him, who was destined to ruin you the moment you locked eyes with him, fate cruelly deciding that he was the one.

He’d known the second he’d seen you at that picnic table that it was never about the drugs. But he’d played along, letting you embarrass yourself terribly as you asked questions and offered over a twenty dollar bill for the baggie he dangled in front of you.

“Sweetheart,” he’d cooed over to you, his fingers brushing yours as his hands hovered over the cash, “You’re not really here for the drugs, are you?”

A chain of reactions. You’d gone from trembling out of nerves to trembling from ecstasy. He’d taken you right there, on top of the wooden table, without hesitation. He didn’t care if anyone walked up on the two of you as he’d buried his head between your thighs, only spurred on with each call of his name that fell from your lips. And when it was all said and done, he’d pocketed his drugs and handed back your money, a smug smirk as he winked.

“We should do this again sometime.”

And you did. Over, and over, and over. At first, it began with regular meetings at that same spot in the woods. A spot forever stained for you, marked in infamy as the place you handed yourself over to Eddie Munson without so much as blinking. But it had snow-balled into something more, something bigger. Hidden meetings in the woods turned to late night drives in his van, ending parked on the side of the road as he’d coerce you into the back.

“God, you look so pretty like this,” he groans, hand tightly winding your hair into a ponytail as he continues to jerk his hips into your slack jaw, tears streaming down your face, “So eager. All mine.”

He was right, God, he was right. You’d never needed to please a man as much as you had when it came to him. It didn’t phase you as you choked when he hit the back of your throat, only urging you on to take more of him until you couldn’t breathe. Your nose brushed against his coarse pubes as your throat constricted once more, and he threw his head back in a low groan.

“Fuck yes. Just like that, sweetheart. You can take more, I know you can take more.”

When he’d finally finished, his hand pressing you down on him and holding you there until you swallowed all that he had given you, you let him fall from your mouth. There’s a string of spit that trails from his dick to your chin, but you don’t have it in you to be disgusted. All you can do is look up at him hopelessly, starry eyed at the man as you sit back on your heels.

“Was that good?” you murmur, insecurity getting the best of you.

He’s red in the face, spread out in exhaustion, as he spares you a shocked glance. “Good? Was that good? That was incredible, baby. C’mere.”

This was what got you. It wasn’t the sex, or the orgasms, or the pet names, or the thrill of the secrecy. It wasn’t the bruises in the shape of his hands he left on your hips or those love marks left on your neck that you always struggled to hide. It was the aftermath - the way he always held you after like you meant something to him. He’d coddle you into his chest, he’d trace whispers of touches over your bare shoulders. Each and every time, without fail, he made you feel important. And maybe that’s why when the whispers of others first started, it didn’t phase you.

You caught the odd glances, the double-takes from fellow students. A plethora of whispers questioning why someone like you would be messing around with someone like him.

You didn’t have an answer for them. You wished you’d had the answer for yourself.

Soon enough, your friends had even turned up their nose at you. They’d caught your flirtatious looks exchanged with Eddie during lunch, and that had been the last straw. But none of it mattered, because that afternoon, the two of you met up and went through with your usual routine; it was okay, because when his body was flush with yours, making it so you were unable to remember even your own name, you didn’t have a moment to spare them a single thought.

It was perfect. It was exhilarating, exciting, and addicting. It was flawless, until it wasn’t.

Maybe you were the one to blame. It was because of you, after all, that the end fell upon the two of you. After months of bliss, you realized you wanted more. You didn’t want to have to leave his trailer in the early hours of the morning once he’d gotten what he wanted from you. You wanted to stay, even if only for an hour more, and talk. The first time you’d brought it up, he laughed in your face.

“C’mon, sweetheart. We both know what we were here for, and we both got it. Why ruin it with sentimentals?”

You’d nodded at his words that night, but they still stung. Clearly, you both didn’t know you were here for, and he had no clue that you had not got it.

You wanted connection. You wanted more.

The craving for his soft touches and moments of vulnerability almost became too much to bear. It was all you could think of, consuming your mind in the most inconvenient of times. Any time an opportunity to spend time with him presented itself, you’d jump at it.

It’s how you ended up at his trailer, under the guise that the two of you were watching a movie together. It was obvious that there would be more than that based on the way he’d suggested it, but you fooled yourself into believing that maybe he’d wanted the same. Maybe, he’d be content just spending time with you.

He’d hardly waited for beginning credits to start to roll before he was on you, placing wet kisses along your neck.

“Eddie, stop,” you sigh, trying to shrug him off unsuccessfully. All he’d done was smirk before chuckling into your neck, a hand coming down onto your thigh before trailing upwards, “I’m serious, I want to watch the movie.”

You didn’t. That was a goddamn lie. All you wanted was his attention on you, for him to continue on. Your body was aflame with want, and you both knew it.

But you also wanted to prove something to both of you. You needed to prove you could spend time together without the sex. That your inner turmoil of emotions wasn't for nothing.

“Oh, come on now, babe,” his hand was slow deliberate, cupping your sex slowly, making you resist the urge to whine and buck into his touch, “I can feel how much you want me, and we haven’t even begun.”

You grind your teeth, throwing your head back in frustration. He takes it as a green light to continue, fingers playing with the waistband of the shorts you’d worn. He’d just started to suck on your sweet spot, a point of contact he’d become far too familiar with, when your dam broke.

You couldn’t do this. You needed more.

“I’m serious. Stop,” your plea comes out as a whisper that he doesn’t initially hear over the movie, so you clear your throat and try again. This time, your voice comes out more powerful, more sure, “No.”

Eddie was off of you within milliseconds. He may be a monster, but he was not that kind of monster.

No means no.

The space between you was almost as suffocating as the previous proximity as he looks at you, shocked and completely still.

All you can do is stare back, heart pounding, hands shaking.

“What’s wrong?” he immediately asks, and the concern is almost endearing. Almost.

You know he doesn’t mean it in the way you want him to.

“Do you like me?” you ask suddenly, internally cursing yourself as you already felt tears burning at your corneas.

He laughs as if you’d told a bad joke, clearly not picking up on how serious you were, “Do I like you? Of course I like you, or else I wouldn’t keep dreaming of that pretty little pus-”

“No, Eddie. I mean do you like me? Do you like me for more than the sex?” your voice breaks. You sound so pathetic, it angers you.

You feel impossibly small as he continues to stare at you, the realization washing over his features slowly. He goes from looking worried, to looking humored, to suddenly looking emotionless. You almost wish you hadn’t stopped him. You almost wish you had let the night continue on as it was, that you had succumbed to the normal routine. You’d convinced yourself that you needed to know the truth, if you really did mean anything to him, but now you’re sure anything would be better than the cool composure he’s holding himself up with.

“Sweetheart.”

The simple nickname that usually had you as putty in his hands, is suddenly breaking you. He doesn’t have to answer - his tone tells you all you need to know.

Not only does Eddie Munson not want you the way you want him, but he never could. He never did, he never could, and he never will.

“I thought we were just having fun,” he presses on, scooting closer finally, “You know, just messing around.”

Just messing around. Just having fun.

You guys had been, but this? This no longer felt like fun. Not when your heart has suddenly become collateral damage.

“We were, but I want more,” you have to blink rapidly to keep the tears at bay, and each word burns your throat.

The look he gives you burns more. “More? Like what? Fucking- Like fucking flowers and chocolates? Because spoiler alert, sweetheart, I don’t do those things.”

There’s a crack in your armor, and it shatters like spider webs across your face.

“I don’t know,” you whisper, looking at him as your chest heaves, at a loss for words, “I guess? I just want more. I don’t want you to throw me aside like I’m nothing everytime. I want this to mean something.”

I want this to mean as much to you as it means to me.

You can’t say it, because you know it’ll only be another nail in the coffin.

“Mean something? Christ,” his laugh is humorless as he drags his hands over his face, “Listen, we need to get one thing clear. This was only ever a means to an end. That’s all that this was.”

You can’t help the flicker of anger that ignites in your chest. All you can think of is the countless times he has held you, the countless times he has let affection slip between the cracks of whatever this has been.

“I gave up everything for you,” you start, working hard to not choke on your words, “I gave up my friends for you.”

“I didn’t ask you to,” he spits back, venomous.

“I’ve been painted as a freak, a slut, all because I wanted you,” you spit right back, matching his vehemence.

He shrugs, letting the words roll off of him as if they mean nothing. As if you mean nothing, “Collateral damage.”

Collateral damage. No, the collateral damage was the sound of your heart breaking in your chest at this moment, making it impossible to breathe.

“Is that the only reason you ever asked to meet me that first time?” he continues on, eyes narrowing, “Because you wanted something more from me?”

“It’s not like I’m the only one who had ulterior motives,” you scoff, remembering the way he’d made the first move.

Him, not you. The first one to want more. Just not the last.

“Oh, sweetheart, I think I was very clear in my motives from the start. But just in case I wasn’t, let it be known now,” he pauses, leaning in and looking you dead in your eyes. You almost look away, a tear finally breaking from your waterline, anticipating his next words, “All I ever wanted was a good fuck.”

That’s all you were to him. You weren’t anything more, or anything less. Those moments of vulnerability you had been so lucky to experience were nothing more than an act, a baiting to keep you coming back.

“Fuck you,” is all you can whimper, despite wishing for it to reflect the anger you felt. All the hurt you felt.

You had been an idiot. A reckless, careless idiot.

“You already have, remember?” he sneers, and it’s your final straw.

You stand up abruptly, not looking at him as you grab your bag and shoes. He doesn’t say a word, doesn’t try to stop you, but you don’t expect him to. You only finally look at him when your hand is on the front door, turning to face him one last time.

“I regret this,” you say, voice finally coming out clearly despite the tears now streaking your face, “I regret ever asking you to meet me in the woods that day.”

You know it doesn’t phase him. He doesn’t so much as flinch, but you needed to say it aloud. For yourself.

“Wish I could say the same,” he replies as he doesn’t move from his spot on the couch, comfortably lounging.

His world isn’t crumbling. Whatever is happening right now won’t affect him once you walk out his door. This never meant anything to him, and it never would. He won’t have to live with the regret, he won’t spend sleepless nights missing you, and he surely won’t be sparing you a glance in the hallways come Monday. Whereas your hands are now forever stained, his are already washed clean.

You let the door slam behind you, wishing that you’d played it safe. You’d meant it when you told him that you regret ever meeting with him in the woods that day. You regret every meeting that followed, every time you’d let him worship your body and returned the favor. You regret the change that had occurred somewhere deep inside of you through it all. You regret ever wanting more. But that’s all you can do; you can’t undo what is already done. All you would ever have is your regrets, a million ‘would’ve, could’ve, should’ve’s.

And you were going to regret Eddie Munson for the rest of your days.

#eddie munson x reader #eddie munson fluff #eddie munson angst #asks #thank u ily #spotify wrapped writing #this one was.... damn #eddie munson #eddie munson smut

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rosemaryandarsenic · 2 years

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Mine

pairing| Gareth Emerson x female reader

readersynopsis| Gareth has an important question to ask you, but you almost spoil it because of a misunderstanding. (Happy ending, DW) Based on Mine by Taylor Swift

warnings|SMUT! 18+ only as always, minors DNI. Also, the reader struggles with symptoms of burnout and overreacting, self-doubt, intense emotions, and insecurity. Parental trauma. Alcohol. Oral sex, daddy kink.

AN: This is not my finest work, honestly I've been feeling shitty so I wrote this for myself lmao. Mental illness sucks, and I don't see it often in fics bc it's depressing so I wanted the reader to struggle a little. I have Bipolar and it makes relationships stressful sometimes, but it doesn't make them impossible. This one is for my fellow mentally ill friends, ily <3 Also, Gareth and the reader are in their early twenties! The reader is in college and waitresses for work. Her roommates are Robin and Vicki! Everyone is happy and nothing unusual exists in this universe anymore.

You’re staring at the worn-down tiles in the classroom, your professor drawling on about the upcoming final you have next week. It’s hard to concentrate, and your anxiety makes you agitated. Between finals and work, you have already been stressed the hell out, on top of both your boyfriend was practically nowhere to be found. You’d called Gareth three times this week, with no answer, which was abnormal. He usually called you every day, especially when you were too busy to be together in person, but this whole week had been radio silence. The two of you had been fine, to your knowledge, except for a small spat a few weeks before. You tried not to think about it, wincing. Because of your parents, even little fights felt ginormous, weighing down on you like a pile of bricks from the quarry. He wouldn’t leave? Right? Your stomach turned, and you tried to quell the fears in your mind. Instead, you pictured the worst possible cases - anxiety fuels delusions splashing across your vision. Gareth never gave you a reason to feel jealous or insecure, but you’d never really gotten over knowing his ex in high school. You’d been there for ground zero, and despite his insistence over the years that their 3-month long relationship meant nothing in comparison to how he felt about you, it clouded your mind. Relationships were something you avoided after your parent's divorce. They were messy, even the best ones. It felt like too much was on the line when it came to trusting people. You chided yourself - you knew better than this. You are safe, you’re loved, and all is well. But the feeling stayed with you all day, growing worse as you still didn’t hear from him.

Slinging your bag into the passenger side of your car, you sighed heavily and rummaged around for a tape to fill the silence. You needed a distraction, something that wasn’t bussing tables or writing papers. A movie maybe? Your Roommates wouldn’t be home till late tonight, both working the closing shift at the diner. You started the car in frustration, feeling hopeless. Maybe a movie AND alcohol would be better. Your thoughts trailed again as you drive home, feeling genuinely down in the dumps. When it got this bad you usually called Gareth, something about his voice calmed the nervousness in your mind. It hurt worse, feeling like he wasn’t there, but it wouldn’t last forever. He was probably busy, also with work and school, and the band. You perked up, changing direction from your apartment towards Eddie’s. Eddie was one of your oldest friends, and he always seemed to know what to say when you needed to vent. Maybe he’d be home, it was Friday after all. You pulled into the entrance to the trailer park, feeling slightly better at the idea of not being alone when you noticed that another car was parked next to Eddie’s van. Gareths car.

You groaned, pulling into the spot next to him and parking, questioning your options. Go inside? Leave? They all felt bad, so you opted for the what was hopefully the most sane - go inside. As you neared the trailer, you could hear music coming from Eddie’s window, a small waft of smoke sneaking out his cracked window and trailing upwards to the sky. You knocked rather loudly, and heard the music stop as Eddie’s footsteps sounded inside.

“Who in gods name-“ he started, as he swung the door open and saw your face. Your expression must have been more obvious than you thought, because his brows immediately furrowed together.

“Hi sweetheart.” He smiled, tone completely changed. “Cmon in.”

You smiled at him, trying to shake off your anxiety.

“Sorry to bug you, Ed’s. Got out of class and was feeling restless.” You say, pushing hair behind your ear.

“You can never bug me.” He chuckled, looking at the ground like he was thinking too hard.

“I didn’t realize you and Gareth were hanging out.” You nod towards the cars outside. “I uh, I can leave if you want!”

He looks confused, “We weren’t planning on it,” he looks down again, “Um, he’s actually not here anyways so you’re fine.”

You feel a jolt in your spine at his words, the anxiety flooding back in. You don’t want to show it on your face but you’re not sure what reaction would be better.

“Oh. Okay.” Your palms are sweaty.

“Wh-where is he?” You mumble.

Eddie looks like he’d like to crawl under the table, his eyes still directed at the ground. He shakes his head, a small smirk on his face.

You’re absolutely falling off the deep end mentally, your anxious mind going a thousand places at once. You can feel tears burning behind your eyes and will them not to fall. What is it with the men in your life? Why can’t they just say what they’re thinking?

“Eddie.” Your voice quivers more than you mean it to and he quickly looks up at you, the smirk disappearing.

“Are you crying?” He looks shocked, and walks over to you with a worried expression.

“No.” You sniff, “no. Actually yknow, I think I probably should go. Um.” You avoid his reaching toward you and bolt towards the door, trying to keep your composure. This is silly. This is so silly. You wanna go home, just take a shot and go to sleep. Eddie is following after you as you swing the door open and walk directly into the person on the other side of the door.

Gareth, despite his arms already being full, catches you as you ram into him, nearly pushing the both of you off the front steps.

“Whoa there,” he says, stopping you as you push past him now, desperately wanting to be in your car and away from this mess. The sound of his voice sends you over the edge and you let out a choked sob. Jesus Christ this is embarrassing.

“Honey, hey, whoa.” He says, dropping serval bags on the ground as he sees the tears streaming down your face.

“What the fuck, Munson?” He’s red in the face, grabbing you to him as he looks back at Eddie, who’s just as confused as he is. “What is going on?”

“Wasn’t me man,” Eddie exclaims, throwing his hands up in the air.

“Y/n, hey.” Gareth is clinging to you now as you wipe your face, cheeks burning.

“It’s fine! I’m fine!” You stutter, “Eddie didn’t -“ you gasp, trying to catch your breath, “he didn’t do anything. I’m fine! Okay?! I’m fine!” You push him back, stepping towards your car. “I gotta - I…” you manage to get out before turning and bolting. Absolutely not. This is too much.

Gareth and Eddie watch, both looking totally lost as you sprint back to your car and nearly eat shit on the muddy ground.

“What the hell did you do?” Eddie says Gareth.

He just shakes his head. “I don’t know but I think I gotta go.” He replies, leaning down. “I got it though.” He whispers and hands a small bag to Eddie.

“Can you hold onto this please?” He asks, and Eddie nods.

“Go get her man.” Eddie nudges him, looking back towards your car as you drive away.

Gareth does.

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You slam your keys on the counter in your kitchen, tears rolling freely down your cheeks now. Nothing sensible is going through your brain, so you let it out, sliding down onto the floor and letting your head fall into your hands. There will be an explanation but it’s not right now, and you feel terrible. Where had Gareth been? Why was he being so sneaky and quiet? And Eddie, was Eddie in on it? It felt like you were thirteen again, crying on the kitchen floor as your parents screaming sounded through the house. A door bangs as your mom storms out, your dad watching from the front window.

“Go to your room.”

“Daddy?”

“Now.”

You bawl harder, the loneliness crawling into your gut, a familiar feeling after all these years. You don’t want to lose Gareth. You can’t bare the thought.

Trying to compose yourself you gingerly stand, your knees wobbly from the rush of emotions. It didn’t matter, you would make it. You just needed to stop crying. Maybe a shower would help? You stand there, shaking a bit and holding your arms close to yourself. It’s fine. Everything is fine.

You jump at the sound of knocking on the front door and feel your heart leap a little. Stop hoping, you mumble to yourself, it’s probably just the neighbors wanting to know if someone is dying. You cry louder than you mean to sometimes. Irritated, you swing the door open and feel a rush as you see the dark blond ringlets you know so well.

Gareth is standing at the door, clearly flustered from rushing to follow you, a concerned look on his face. He hadn’t expected you to answer on the first knock. Silently he reaches out to you and you give in, crawling into his arms and burying your face in his shirt. You both stand like that for a minute, without speaking.

“I’m sorry.” You whisper.

“You don’t need to be.” He whispers back.

Gently, he pulls away and lifts your face towards him, wiping off excess tears.

“You wanna tell me what’s going on, my love?”

The pet name elicits more tears from you and he pulls you back into his arms.

“Is it me?” He asks, bluntly but softly. “Did I cause this?”

Your heart aches, and you try to find the words to explain. It feels stupid, how upset you are.

“I…where were you?” You ask, deciding to start there.

He tenses and you feel your gut drop again. Here it comes.

“I was looking for a surprise for you.” He says, turning slightly red.

“What?” You say, pulling away.

“A surprise,” he holds your eye contact, running a hand through his hair.

“What kind of surprise takes all week?!” You blurt out, more confused than before.

He looks stressed, like he’s trying to find a way to tell you without telling you everything.

“Can we sit?” He asks, gesturing inside.

You move, letting him inside, and he sits down on the sofa with his legs criss-crossed underneath him. You didn’t sit, so he taps the sofa next to him.

“Baby, please.”

You sit down with a huff and raise an eyebrow. This better be good.

He can see the irritation on your face and groans internally. He’s not gonna let you in on what it is, he’s worked too hard, but he needs to calm you down.

“Listen I’m not ruining your surprise, but I can tell something’s bothering you.” He starts, wringing his hands together. “I didn’t realize I’ve been so distracted and I’m so sorry, honey.” He leans in and puts a hand on your leg.

“Why not just answer the phone?” You groan, letting him touch you. It helped, but you were stubborn.

“The phone?” He asks.

“I’ve called you three times this week!” You snap.

He groans, “shit. Jeff forgot to pay the bill. It was disconnected till last night. I thought I left you a message?”

You turn red. “Our answering machine is broken.”

He chuckles, pulling you closer to him.

“I’m so sorry.” He says again, “I should’ve just come over.”

Your resolve is starting to crumble, as you lean into him. You missed him.

“You know I'd never ignore you, right?” He says as he strokes your hair. “I could never forget about my sweet girl.”

You nod, trying not to cry again.

“I just…I get scared sometimes.” You let it out. “I don’t want -“

“We aren’t your parents.” He says adamantly. “I won’t let it happen again.”

The two of you stay cuddled together on the sofa for a while, until you drift off. Gareth chides himself as you sleep in his arms, working through the rest of his plan. He needed to be more careful, it would only take a few more days and he didn’t want you to feel like this. He watched as your chest rose and fell, still stroking your hair. Just a few more days. He hoped his plan would make up for this week.

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The next few days progress more normally, your anxiety lifting as you finish most of your finals for the semester. It’s Monday, only one test left this afternoon and then you have no school and two full days off of work. You were in between classes, eating lunch outside as the late spring sun shone through the clouds. Rainy days were your favorite, and today had been no exception, though you appreciated the chance to eat outside. Gareth still seemed jittery, but you brushed it off. You knew now that he was planning something, but you also know better than to push it. He’d get ideas and be stuck on them for weeks sometimes, unable to focus on anything else. Your concerns about his attention being directed elsewhere were no longer plaguing your mind because you knew he’d tell you eventually, so you focused on the tasks at hand. Stretching, you took in the humid air and smiled. Just a few more hours and you’d be curled up on the sofa with your friends and your favorite snacks. The whole summer was ahead of you, with only work to deal with before your senior year of college came around. Sliding off the bench, you pulled your bag to your shoulder and threw away your garbage as you waltzed inside. Just a few more hours.

While you finished your exams, you had no idea about the commotion happening at Eddie’s. Your roommates, Robin and Vicki, were hauling ass as Eddie followed them around bossily. Gareth had finished his finals that morning and was sweating his ass off trying to stay calm. Dustin and Jeff argued in the kitchen. Steve and Max were supposed to be arranging flowers around the living room but were instead arguing as well.

“It should go here!” Max insisted, pointing at a pile of roses that had been prodded the point of wilting.

“No way, those are supposed to be over there.” Steve flung back, stabbing himself on a thorn and wincing.

Lucas sighed, moving the bouquet around for the third time in the last 5 minutes as the two of them continued to argue.

“I need to leave to get her in like ten minutes, can you just DECIDE.” Gareth pleaded, his cheeks red as a tomato.

“You need to cool down, man.” Dustin said, handing him a bag of frozen peas and earning a glare.

Wayne walked through the door with boxes of pizza, chuckling at the chaos.

“Where is the man of the hour?” Eddie called from out front, struggling to fit through the door as he carried in another bouquet of flowers.

“Don’t crush them again Eddie, I swear to god.” Robin yelled behind him. Vicki and her had been moving flowers all day from the flower shop where Vicki worked, and she was covered in scratches, a bit of mud on her knee.

Will was leaning on the counter, observing the chaos, and he moved to grab the flowers from Eddie before he suffocated them into a second death.

“You have the ring?” Eddie asked, sending Gareth into a spiral as he laughed, pulling it out of his pocket.

“Eddie, stop it.” Nancy swatted him as she came from the bathroom, rolling her eyes. “You’re gonna give him a heart attack.”

“Man, don’t stress, half the town is here to help.” Jonathan said, following Nancy in and giving Gareth a sympathetic smile. “It’s gonna be fine.”

Gareth gave a half hearted nod, he’d barely made it through his exams this morning because of the anxiety. What if she said no? Even more terrifying, what if she said yes? Y/N was his dream girl, they’d been together for almost five years and he still got butterflies. What if he threw up? What if he passed out? He started to sweat again and pulled the bag of frozen peas to his face. Wayne smiled and patted his back, giving Eddie a solemn look.

“Everyone out!” Gareth's mom hollered from the doorway, “out.”

The group finished their tasks and trailed out, moving to their assigned positions as Gareth's mom wandered to him with a smile.

“Hi,” he mumbled, still holding the frozen peas to his cheek.

“Hi.” She whispered back, putting an arm around him. “How are we doing?”

She always talked like this when things were stressful. In his entire life he’d never heard his mom speak of his problems with a “you” instead of a “we”. It was always them together, never him alone. He wanted that for him and y/n. Always together, a team.

He sighed. “Im fucking nervous.”

“You should be,” she laughed, rubbing circles on his back. “She’s a good girl, it’s been a long time coming.”

“What if she says no?”

“She won’t.”

“But-“

“Gareth Emerson, remember who you’re talking about.” She said, smiling again. “I have seen the way she looks at you, since the day she stumbled onto our porch with that bloody lip.” She laughs, and he laughs with her. The day they met, she’d just moved in next door, and had gotten the houses wrong in a panic from falling off her bike. He’d opened the door to a furious girl, hands cradling her mouth and eyes wide as she realized she’d almost walked into the wrong house.

“Oh my god I’m sorry.” She sputtered, blood dripping out of her mouth. He’d fallen head over heels immediately, and they’d been tied at the hip since.

“She won’t say no.” His mom whispered again. “Now, let’s get your ass moving, lover boy. Her parents will be here in five.”She poked him, and shoved him out the door. “Time to go get the girl.” She winked.

Over the moon, Y/N turned her face towards the sky, admiring the clouds forming overhead as she waited for her ride. Gareth would be there any minute and she didn’t want to wait any longer. All day she’d been dreaming of the sound of the rain on top of Eddie’s trailer as they celebrated the end of the school semester and relaxed. The sound of Van Halen blaring from a beat up sedan drew her attention with a grin. Gareth is always so loud, you can hear him coming from a mile away. He parked and she slipped towards the car happily.

“Someone’s in a good mood.” He smiled, opening the passenger door from the front seat. She slid in and pulled his face in for a kiss, lingering an extra minute to appreciate the softness of his lips against her own.

“Someone stole my cherry chapstick again.” She laughed, pulling away. Gareth blushed.

“I keep loosing mine.” He grins.

The drive to Eddie’s is calm, Gareth breathing intentionally slow to calm himself and smiling as he watched Y/N lean back in her seat. Her eyes were closed, the wind blowing through her hair as a small smile spread across her face. He loved her so much it felt a bit like he could explode.

“Do you think the boys will let me get away with watching Ferris Buellers Day Off again?” She mumbles.

He laughes, “not on your life.”

She giggles and pouts, opening her eyes.

“It’s a great movie, okay?”

“You just have a crush on Cameron.”

“I do not!”

“Sure, sugar.”

You roll your eyes, smirking. “Maybe I just like grumpy boys, is that a crime?”

“Are you calling me grumpy?” He feigns offense.

“Absolutely, gare. What’re you gonna do about it?” You retort, grinning and batting your lashes at him. “My grumpy boy.”

He chuckles, pulling into a spot behind the trailer to park and trying not to give away the excitement that’s buzzing around in his head.

“Listen,” he says quietly, “before we go in, I want to give you that surprise I’ve been working on.”

You nod, smiling at him. “Okay! Are you sure you wanna do that now?”

“It’ll only take a second.” He nods. “Hop out, and then close your eyes. I gotta get it from the trunk.”

You raise your eyebrow but comply, getting out and closing the door. Your brow furrows as you wait, not hearing the sound of the trunk at all, only the breeze around you.

“Gareth?” You ask. Silence. Slowly you open one eye and nearly jump out of your skin. “Dustin! What the hell are you doing?” He’s in front of you with a huge smile, Gareth nowhere in sight. “What-“

“No questions, m’lady. Follow me please.” Dustin says, gesturing broadly as he leads the way. As they walk towards the trailer, Will and Mike are waiting, also smiling.

“You guys are creeping me out.” You laugh, “what is happening?”

“No questions!” Max says, as she, Lucas, and El also join the group that’s leading you inside. In front of the trailer, Steve, Vicki, Nancy, Jonathan, Jeff and Grant are all waiting. Each of them holds a single rose, which they hand to you as you walk towards the door. The realization of what’s happening is kicking in as you see the cars out front. Your parents, hopper, Gareth's parents. Everyone is here - which means…which means.

“Makeup check.” Robin says, stopping her at the door with a huge grin and fussing with your hair.

“Rob-“ you start to ask.

Robin cuts you off, “listen to me, pretty girl. I know you well enough to know you probably know what’s behind that door, right?”

You nod.

“Good. Now get your ass in there before I start crying.”

You nod again, hugging her aggressively as she tries to fix your hair again.

She opens the trailer door and you can hear guitar, softly playing. You know it’s Eddie but you can’t see him, instead all you see is wall to wall flowers and candles. The inside of the trailer has never looked like this before, or smelled so sweet. Gareth is standing in front of you now, in the center of the room, a sloppy grin on his face.

“Hi” you whisper shyly, reaching out for him.

“Hi.” He whispers back, pulling you in.

“You ready?” He whispers in your ear as he holds you close, and you nod.

Carefully pulling away from you, he reaches into his pocket, pulling out a little black box before he shuffles down onto one knee.

You’re trying incredibly hard not to cry, and shockingly, so is he. You wipe a tear off his cheek with your thumb as he stumbles out a few words before clearing his throat.

“Will you - will you marry me?” He gets out, eyes watery as they look up at you longingly.

“YES.” You shriek, toppling into him as he laughs. You hear the guitar squeak as Eddie throws it off and bounds out from the kitchen.

“SHE SAID YES.” He yells, slamming the door open. “YES!”

Chaos is erupting around you as everyone floods in, the room filling with your friends and family. You stay wrapped around Gareth as choruses of congratulations and “finally!” surround the both of you. This is the best day ever.

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Hours later, well into the night, you’re back at your apartment with Gareth. At midnight, Wayne had ushered everyone out, sneaking the both of you out first with a box of pizza and some champagne so you could escape the clean up. You’d barely made it inside the car before Gareth had you smashed up against the door, hungrily attacking your mouth with passion that could only come from being pent up for weeks about the day. You leaned into it, rolling your tongue along his teeth as he moaned into your mouth. He only pulled back when Eddie slapped the passenger window and yelled , “get a room.”

You flipped him off as Gareth rolled the windows down and started the car.

He visibly was in a rush as he drove back to your apartment, glancing at you every few minutes with a huge smile on his face.

“Someone’s happy.” You teased, giggling as he shook his head and laughed at you.

“I’m marrying the prettiest girl in the world, can you blame me?”

You blushed, and leaned over, sliding your (now ring-laden) hand across his denim-covered crotch.

“Prettiest girl in the world, huh?”

He groaned, leaning back to give you room.

“Don’t tease me, baby.”

“I’m not!” You say innocently, running your hand over his growing erection.

His face was all red again, eyes locked on the road as you reached for his zipper and slid out of your seat.

“How could I possibly tease the cutest boy in the world?” You say slowly, nuzzling your face into his stomach as he drives, his cock pressing out of his boxers underneath you.

He moans again as you slide your hand up his clothed shaft and press kisses to his tip.

“You’re gonna kill us both,” he whines, one hand flying to your hair as you start to pump him with your hands.

“So pull over then.” You say, pawing at his boxers until his cock is free.

He’s panting, cock leaking precum as he pulls off to the side of the road. Your hands are fully wrapped around his length, pumping away, and you lean in and take him in your mouth as he parks.

You can hear him letting out the most guttural noises as you suck, letting drool slide out of your mouth and onto his legs as he ruts into your mouth.

“S-so good.” He stutters, pulling your hair away from your face as you bob up and down, your own whining echoing through the car as you feel him twitch against the roof of your mouth. Flattening your tongue, you run it up the underside of his shaft while looking up at him, eyes begging him to cum on you. It sends him over the edge, as he grunts, cum splattering across your face and the steering wheel.

You giggle, straightening up. “See, not dead!”

His cheeks are bright red, eyes locked on you as wipe your face with one finger and pop it into your mouth, savoring the salty taste.

“Keep doing that and I’m gonna cum again.” He mutters, reaching around you for something to wipe off the rest of your face. Finding nothing, he pulls off his shirt and delicately wipes away the mess from your face, then the car. You plop happily back in the passenger seat, snuggling in as he gives you a confused look.

“My turn when we get home.” You wink and he grins, starting the car again.

The best part of giving him head in the car is getting to watch him after, cheeks glowing and hair tussled as the music blares. You also know you’re in for it when you get home.

As the two of you pull into the apartment complex, you fumble for your keys, not bothering to get your book bag out of the back. Gareth barely lets you out of the car before picking you up and slinging you over his shoulder. He’s short, but he’s strong as hell, which comes in handy when you like to be man handled. You walk inside, and he tosses you onto the sofa and slams the door shut behind him.

“Mine.” He mumbles, not bothering to undress himself before diving between your legs. You’d worn a skirt today, and he thanked Ozzy for the easy access. Ripping your panties off, he slides both hands under your ass and licks at your wet folds, making you cry out.

He hums into your cunt, lapping away as your hands run through his hair and tug him closer to you. When Gareth eats pussy it’s like the rest of the world stands still. He always starts hungrily, like he’s starving and then get slower, letting you wind up before sending you crashing down again. He angles your hips up with his hands still grabbing onto the flesh of your butt, tongue circling around your clit as you start to beg.

“Gare-“ you cry out, writhing as he pulls his face away. Your juices cover his chin, and gloss his lips.

“Yes honey?”

You giggle. “I wanna ride your face.”

His eyes get wider and he practically throws you off the couch to make room.

“Don’t have to ask me twice,” he grins, “have a seat, princess.”

You straddle his face, his hands greedily pressing into the flesh of your thighs as he laps at you again, soliciting another moan.

You whine, arching your hips onto his face, falling apart as you feel his tongue along your clit again. He slides a finger into and starts pumping as you ride his face into the cushion.

“P-please daddy.” You moan, grabbing onto the sofa for support as your legs start to shake. He slaps your ass and you start to see white light spiraling across your vision.

“I’m gonna cum-“ you moan, panting.

He slides in another finger and it sends you over the edge, crying out as your legs tremble. He slides you down onto his chest as you come down from your high, curls plastered to his forehead and the chain around his neck hanging haphazardly.

“I got to K.” He chuckles, and you smack him lightly. You’re both a mess but you lean in for a kiss anyway.

“I love you.” He whispers.

“I love you more.” You whisper back.

With a wink, he says. “I love you most.”

#gareth emerson #gareth the great #gareth emerson x reader #gareth smut #stranger things #rosemaryandarsenic rants #gareth emerson x y/n

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snixx · 21 days

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Also tell me something in your heart you have been wanting to let go can even be i really needed to fart in dsa roday

I'm so. tired. I keep losing people close to me and I lost my best friend, the one person I thought would be in my life forever and now I'm paranoid everyone I love will eventually get tired of my bullshit and leave. I feel like I keep letting everyone down but I'm also mad because no one cares about me or what I want to say they only wanna talk about themselves and every time I say anything about my life they'll change the topic after a halfhearted reaction. I'm withdrawing from everyone IRL and throwing away my social life at college to rot in my bedroom and talk to people online all day. because I'm kind of tired of being everyone's vent hole and almost no one in college even thought to check up on me when I've been having the worst month of my life and my favourite person died. I finally feel like I'm getting a little better but the past few months have sucked so much out of me. I feel apathetic and jaded and empty and like the worst friend in the world to so many people. I know it'll get better with time but you know I wrote one of my best friends a 12 page letter for her birthday and she KNOWS I'm an early sleeper but she only remembered to wish me at 11:50 pm over text on mine. after never reaching out first and ghosting me the entire week after my grandfather died. it's kinda sad how little people care. but we gotta persevere and there are good things too and it's getting better I swear but I'm just venting rn. you don't have to reply to this. thanks for the ask ily I needed to get that out. I think I'll go to sleep now mwah sweet dreams

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Across the Multiverse Pt. 4 [Loki x F Reader]

Summary: Y/N and Loki’s relationship takes an unexpected turn after one of Stark’s parties. When they are sent on a mission to find their multiversal selves, will they realize they should be together?

Pairing: Avenger Loki x F Avenger Reader

*The car scene is a little nod to @lokisgoodgirl‘s Clandestine F*cks Collection. I wrote that scene just for you as a little thank you for everything. ILY bunches and I wouldn’t be doing any of this if it wasn’t for you.

The caption for the picture is lyrics from “Call It What You Want” by Taylor Swift

Warnings: Smut. Minors DNI. 18+ ONLY. Incorrect use of multiverse travel.

W/C: 2.7K

Loki has been mad at me since we got back. It didn’t help matters that when we found Universe 322’s me, Bucky answered her door. She came out behind him barely dressed with just fucked hair. But that wasn’t me, Loki has taken it to heart though. He makes a snide comment every time Bucky is in the same room as me.

I’m downstairs waiting for my ride to mine and Natasha’s interview. “Hey kid, change of plans. Natasha had to go on a mission with Clint. So, you’ll be doing your interview with Reindeer Games.” My heart falls into my ass as Loki walks over to us dressed in a skintight Henley shirt. The fabric clings to his frame leaving nothing to the imagination. I’m so mad at myself for still being attracted to him despite him acting like an asshole for a month.

“Wait Tony, isn’t there someone else who could come with me?’ “No Y/N, everyone else is busy. Well except for me, and I’m not going. What’s the problem anyway? I thought you two were best friends forever. Uh oh, a lover’s quarrel perhaps?” “NO!” Loki and I answer a little too quickly. Tony smiles knowingly at us. “Just play nice for the cameras. Give them what they want. You know, really play to the crowd.”

I’m nervous to be on this talk show. Robin, the host always asks the most scandalous questions. Her show is known for getting gossip out of celebrities and superheroes alike. Last time the Avengers were on her show, she got Bruce to admit he was dating Natasha. I’m surprised Nick Fury let Loki be on today, God of Mischief and all that.

Robin sits across from the white sofa Loki and I are on. Old pictures from my Instagram are blown up on the screen behind us. The pictures are of me and Loki with silly filters on our faces, playing in the snow, and my favorite. We had a little too much to drink in his room and we decided to document the evening. I’m sitting in his lap, his long arms wrapped around me holding me tightly against his torso. He has his lips pressed against my cheek in a playful kiss. And I am smiling like a lovesick fool. I even captioned it “Starry eyes sparking up my darkest night” with a green heart emoji. In my defense, we were listening to Taylor Swift’s Reputation album that night. At least, that’s the excuse I used when the girls bombarded me with accusations after I posted it.

Robin gestures to the pictures. “You two are the cutest couple! Y/N, how long have you been banging the most mysterious Avenger?” I can’t help my blushing cheeks. The nerve of this woman. “We are not a couple and we have never been intimate.” I lie, crossing my fingers behind my back. Robin doesn’t know how to take no for an answer. “Look at him, Y/N. There must have been at least one late night where there was a lingering glance that quickly turned into more.” The audience is on the edge of their seats waiting for my answer. I look to Loki for help. He just smiles at me, and I could swear he is trying not to laugh. Asshole. “I won’t deny that Loki is attractive.”

The whistles and cheers from the crowd confirm my statement. Loki stands up gesturing to his face and body. The cheers grow louder. He finally takes his seat. “But there is nothing between us except for friendship. No lingering glances, no hookups, nothing.” “Boo! You’re no fun! You know your fans ship you two together, right? Here’s a thread about you two we found.”

She displays it on the screen. There are photos I didn’t know existed of us walking, eating, holding hands. The comment section is filled with statements like “Everyone knows they are dating. Why hide it?” “The chemistry between them is smoldering. I was at the table beside them, and I thought I would catch on fire from it.” “Have you seen how he looks at her?”

Robin reads each one making me more uncomfortable by the second. This is all too much. Loki notices and places his hand on mine. I feel better instantly. Robin finally makes it to the end of the thread. “Well, if you’re telling the truth, and you’re not an item, let us at least see your first kiss. We would love that, wouldn’t we?” The audience chants “Kiss her” as I look at Loki trying to figure a way out of this. Surely, he will come up with something. He hasn’t wanted to be near me, let alone kiss me.

He whispers in my ear, “We might as well, darling. What was it Stark said, give them what they want?” Loki grabs my face as he leans down to reach my lips. Soft kisses turn into hungry ones as he slides his tongue in my mouth. The audience is whistling and shouting, but I’m not paying attention. It’s all I can do to keep from drowning in the passionate way his lips glide with mine. My hands are in his hair, and I’m pretty sure I moaned too loudly. Loki breaks the kiss gently placing his thumb against my bottom lip as his eyes search mine. He places his lips against me again and again. Each time I think he is done; his soft lips are on me once more. It’s like he can’t help himself. When he finally stops, I am breathless.

As soon as we get in the car, both our phones start blowing up. Loki answers his. Tony’s voice comes over the speaker frantically shouting. “What the hell were you thinking?” Loki answers calmly, “You told us to play nice for the cameras, Stark. I was merely following instruction.” “I meant don’t fight with each other on live TV, not shove your tongue down her throat in front of the world!” Loki laughs as he hangs up on him mid- rant. He asks me if I’m going to the party tonight and I tell him probably not. “It’s probably for the best. After that kiss, the ladies will be falling at my feet tonight.” I look out the window the whole way home, holding back tears.

Tonight is Tony’s infamous lingerie party. The guys have been looking forward to it for months. The girls and I went shopping for our outfits weeks ago. I’d be lying if I said I didn’t buy mine with Loki in mind. I think I’m going to stay in tonight. Seeing Loki with models in their underwear is too much for my heart to handle.

Wanda and Natasha show up at my room with drinks. They can’t stop gushing about the kiss. Tears start streaming down my face uncontrollably. I wasn’t going to tell anyone about me and Loki, but now I don’t have a choice. They are just as confused as I am, especially after that kiss. It seemed too real.

“You have to go to the party now, Y/N.” Wanda encourages me. “Yeah, you have to show him what he’s missing.” Natasha decides we have to get ready together. Wanda is doing my makeup. Natasha styles my hair. When they have finished my makeover, I am completely impressed. I have never been hotter.

My hair hangs down in soft waves. My smoky eyes are accentuated by little jewels along the wings of my eyeliner. My false eyelashes are a little heavy. They will take a while to get used to. My lacy, black lingerie clings to my body in all the right places. The wire in the cups of my bra push my breasts up to make them look bigger and more perky. The cheeky panties are almost see through. They are tied on the side with little black bows. Natasha helps fasten my garters to my stockings. Wanda finds my sexiest heels in the back of my closet. I’m definitely dressed for revenge.

When we arrive at the party, it’s not hard to spot Loki. He is sitting on the sofa, all the hottest girls gathered around him. There are two on his lap for heaven’s sake. I look at the girls for encouragement. We walk over to the sofa across from him. He unapologetically checks me out. He only takes his eyes off me when one of the women in his lap clears her throat. All of them are glaring at me, mad because I stole his attention, if only for a moment. “I didn’t think you would be in attendance tonight, pet.” Loki says coldly.

I smile at him sweetly, moving my hair to reveal the spot on my neck he loved to mark. His eyes darken. “Well, I thought I’d come to check out all the available men. Tony invites the most alluring bachelors to this party every year. As you know, I am so single right now. Actually, I thought I’d take a page out of your book and bring back someone to warm my bed. Maybe a doctor. “You and I both know someone like that could never please you. You like playing with danger, pet.”

“How could you possibly know what would please me, Loki?” I can tell I’ve struck a nerve. He grips the arm of the sofa tightly making the thick veins on his hands stick out. Loki stands up forgetting the girls in his lap. They are thrown to the floor with a thud. I try my best not to laugh, but a little giggle escapes me. He doesn’t even acknowledge them, just takes a long stride to step over them. He grabs my hand jerking me off the couch. A cloud of green smoke surrounds us.

Suddenly, we are in the library. He circles behind me like a lion stalking his prey. I gasp when his hand tangles in my hair while the other shoves me face first against a table. The cold surface makes me shiver. His fingers pull my panties to the side. Quick fingers swipe my entrance finding me soaked. He plunges into me with a hard thrust. I grasp the side of the table. My right cheek finally getting used to the cold surface. I’m overwhelmed from how deep he is and how full I feel in this position. His strong legs nudge mine spreading me wider. Long fingers grip my hip roughly as he drives into me. He places his other hand to my lips. “Suck.” He commands slipping two slender digits in my mouth. I run my tongue over them tasting myself. I suck on the tips while I take everything, he gives me. “Who knows exactly how to please you?” “You… Loki” I pant. “I can’t hear you, pet. Who is it that makes you feel this way? Who makes this pretty pussy so full?” “You, Loki. Only you.” He thrusts harder, chants of his name fill the room as we both unravel.

This is our week off from the mission while some of the others go. Since the night in the library, Loki and I have barely left his room. I’m disappointed because we have to go to dinner with Scott and Thor. Not because I don’t want to go, but it means I won’t be alone with Loki. In the car, Loki and I sit in the back while Thor drives. I have a feeling he is up to something when he sits in the middle beside me instead of on the other side.

Loki tells me to put my seat belt on when the car starts moving. I’m still pouting about having to leave the comfort of his bed, so I refuse. He leans over me bringing the seat belt across my chest. His fingers graze my breasts through the thin fabric of my dress. His green eyes fixed on me as the click rings throughout the car. His hand grips my thigh. His fingers hold so tightly it could bruise. “Can you be quiet for me?” he whispers in my ear. His warm breath sends chills down my body.

I whisper yes, confusion written on my face. His intentions are clear when his hand travels up my thigh. “No panties?” he questions. I give him a mischievous smile. He places one expert finger on my clit circling. I bite my lip trying not to make a sound. The moan I tried and failed to hold back came out like a squeak. Thor’s attention is on us now. “What is the matter, Y/N?” he asks concern lacing his voice. Scott is curious now too. He turns around. “Brother, keep your eyes on the road. I have fought many battles and survived. I will not die by your hand. Y/N is fine. She was merely remembering a rather sad moment from one of her books. She seeks comfort from me. Allow her some privacy.” Loki places his free hand on my head guiding me to his shoulder. Thor and Scott must believe him, because they face forward.

Loki leans down whispering “Hush now, darling. I thought you could be silent. Do you wish for me to stop?” I shake my head no, grabbing his wrist desperately trying to hold his hand in place. He slips two slender fingers inside. His rough palm rubs against my clit. I buck my hips against him quietly whining against his neck. He pumps his fingers in and out. “So tight. I cannot wait to be inside you tonight, Y/N.” His thumb works against me as he hooks his fingers inside hitting my g-spot. I bite down on his shoulder my grip on his wrist tightens as I come undone. My eyes are watering. That was so intense. It was almost too much without making a sound. Loki’s thumb quickly brushes the stray tears away.

He places a soft kiss to my cheek. “that’s my good girl.” He purrs. He gently removes his fingers from me. He brings his hand to his mouth. Placing the two that were just inside me to his tongue. He sucks them clean; a small moan escapes his lips. Scott turns around giving Loki a questioning look. He notices the fingers Loki quickly removes from his lips. “Hey! I didn’t know you had snacks. No fair! The wait for the restaurant was over an hour when I called. I will starve to death by then!” “I never share what is mine, Lang. Especially when it is the most delicious of treats.” He smirks glancing at me, amusement dancing in his eyes. I just smile at Scott and try not to melt into my seat.

The team decided to let loose and have a few drinks together tonight. That quickly turned into mostly everyone being outrageously drunk. Thor passes his flask of Asgardian liquor to the Super Soldiers. Loki is sitting with Tony and Sam. I hear an outburst of laughter from that area, so I walk over. “Where is my girl?” Loki slurs.

“Who is your girl, Laufeyson? We didn’t know you were seeing anyone.” Sam laughs. Loki ignores him looking around the room. “Where the hell is my sweet girl?! She better not be anywhere near Barnes!” Loki shouts. Bucky throws his hands up defensively, a smile spreading across his face. I go over to Loki to make sure he is okay. “Ah, there she is.” He pulls me into his lap. His arms hold me tightly to him. He places small kisses to my hair. “Um, Loki we should get you back to your room. You need to go to sleep, or you’ll feel awful tomorrow.”

“Excellent idea, my love. I can’t wait to have you in my bed again.” He wiggles his eyebrows suggestively at me. I place one of his arms over my shoulder helping him to the elevators. When we get to his room, I walk him over to his bed. I pull off one large boot, then the next. He helps me by pulling his shirt off while I work on removing his pants. He grabs my hand placing it over his heart. “Y/N, I lo- “ he stops for a moment searching my face. “I’ll, I’ll see you in the morning.” He rolls over, the sounds of his snoring fill the room while I slide under the blankets beside him.

Part Five