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chaepink · 5 months

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can u make headcannons on sub!yan’s tendencies in the relationship?

also can i be 🉑 or 🌝 anon?

dating sub!yandere boys hcs ♡

sub!yandere boys when they date you.

wc: 1.1k+ words | masterlist

dom!fem!reader, unhealthy relationship, mention of killing/murder, both sfw and nsfw!, mention of feminization, bondage

note: yes you can be 🌝 anon!

— your yandere would be possessive of you, even more compared to when you two were just friends

— well, you thought you two were just friends. he already assumed you two were together sometime earlier during his friendship with you

— he would do anything for you in order to make sure you're happy and safe

— a friend of yours is getting too touchy with you? well the next day that friend is ignoring you and when you confront them, they look at you scared and quickly scurry away from you. did your yandere do something to them? surely not

— a weird guy keeps following you around your neighborhood? well a couple of days later you see on the news that his body has been found near a river and weirdly enough, you havent seen your yandere on the days before the guy's death

— you complain to your yandere about how a teacher gave you a bad grade on something you worked so hard on? suddenly your grade changes to a A and that same exact teacher suddenly resigns from the school

— he'll try his best to know where you are most of the time and try to follow you back home to make sure you're safe (though its really obvious, you don't acknowledge him so he thinks he's actually doing something)

— but no matter how scary and possessive they are of you, they just want to be good for you, really

— its almost as if they're a puppy for you, always there for your beck and call

— give them a simple command and they'll do it immediately, no questions asked

— ask them to buy you a snack from the nearest store? he'll return back with a bagful of others that he thought you would like

— they're super clingy and always want to be near you

— somehow they manage to have the same exact classes that you have and at the same time. maybe you guys are just lucky? little do you know that your yandere hacked into the principal's computer to change his schedule to fit with yours

— if you're sick, they would immediately fetch you some medicine and make so many bowls of your favorite soup that you're not sure you could finish them all

— they would be so sad when you're sick cause that means they can't be as close as they usually are with you :(

— in bed, nothing changes at all. rather, he becomes even more infatuated with you

— they're still so good and obedient for you, always following your commands. its cute

— like what i said with him doing it with no hesitation, your yandere is eager to do what you say

— tell him to get on his knees? say less as he's already doing so, staring up at you with such innocent eyes

— tell him to open his mouth for you to stick your fingers inside? he opens wide and sticks out his tongue in such a sinful manner, hazy eyes absolutely begging you to make him choke on your fingers as drool drips down his chin

— order him to suck your strap and get it all wet? he's quick to get in between your legs and get his hands on the fake dick, his mouth going straight to bobbing it up and down and gagging as it hits the back of his throat. he'll try to subtly grind his hard on against your foot without you noticing but you do anyways but he's being a good boy so you allow it

— and oh my god is he so shameless in public

— no hesitation in telling you what he wants you to do to him when there are people around

— you'll be at brunch with some of your friends and suddenly you'll feel a hot breath on your ear, such sinful words coming soon after

"im wearing lingerie under my clothes, your favorite set too. wouldn't you like to just ruin me right here and now? make me cry and look so pretty while you show everyone im yours?"

— safe to say that you immediately dragged him to the family bathroom and fingered him until he was gripping onto you for dear life, begging and crying out for you to stop and take pity on him (he's lying about wanting you to stop)

— when you're out with errands or just at work, he'll take such sinful pictures of himself to send to you randomly

— the pictures would include his legs spread out, a obvious bulge in his underwear, and something adorning his body whether its lingerie, a maid outfit, or rope that's tied so tightly on him

— if he's feeling like teasing you even more, he'll send whimpering audios that beg you to come home and fuck him and if you listen close enough, you'll hear some wet noises that let you know that he's masturbating

"f-fuck, [name] come back s-soon, please? i-i miss you so much! i- ah! i-im wearing your favorite outfit right now! i'll be a g-good ngh boy waiting for you ♡"

— itll end up with you rushing home after you're finished to fuck him dumb in that outfit, making it stained with his tears and cum

— he knows you can't really get him pregnant but your yandere just loves those straps with cum in them that you can just shoot inside him whenever you're fucking him fast and rough

— that'll make his eyes roll back and head throw backwards as he lets out such a loud mewl at the feeling of your fake cum filling him up

— and afterwards he'll tease you by using his fingers to push the cum thats gushing out of his hole back in before licking his fingers

— although your yandere is a good boy for you most of the time, theres times where he's a brat

— he'll talk back to you whenever you command him to do something or cum without permission

— but just some long edging or overstimulation will break him and turn him into a sobbing mess

— tying his hands to the headboard and keeping his legs spread apart whilst a vibrator is inside him on the highest setting is his favorite punishment

— your yandere thinks you don't know that since you do it all the time but you actually do know it, you just love the way his face is stained with his drool and tears while his chest and the sheets underneath him is covered in his cum afterwards

— such a slut but we love him for it

ty for reading to the end! ❤ - chaepink

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m-ayo-o · 4 months

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thinking about the moment yuji realises his best friend is whipped :/

ik i just said i write him dom but..... 18+ needy 21+ megumi -> toy use

megumi, of all people, is tethered to you all day long, with his eyes going so big and sad, following your every move, his body slumps over you at any given chance and he can't stop touching you. he sighs pitifully and accepts every scrap of attention you give him, including all of your requests which he fulfils to his utmost ability.

he carries your bags, holds the stuffed animal he won for you at the arcades, takes you to your favourite movie even though it's not to his taste. he's worshipping the ground you walk on and his pink haired friend doesn't understand his sudden change in demeanor. i mean, yuji gets that you're great and you have a thing for each other, but his best friend is usually so confident and assertive and today he's acting like a needy little puppy.

he's never seen him like this.

you giggle at yuji's confused expressions and enjoy every ounce of megumi's affectionate, clingy behaviour, until you get back to your apartment with yuji coming to collect some things he left there earlier, and he starts to understand what's the matter with his friend.

as soon as you walk through the door, ignoring the fact that his best friend is there, megumi turns to you and whimpers a soft please to your mouth, before pressing a wet kiss to your neck. you apologise to yuji and tell him to see himself out when he's done.

yuji doesn't stick around long, but in the time it took him to gather up his things, megumi had dragged you to your bedroom and on his way out he catches a glimpse of megumi pushing you up against the doorframe with his hands all over you. and by the time he makes it to the front door he can hear moans and more soft begging from his best friend.

he leaves your apartment with a hot blush over his face, he brings a hand to his mouth and closes the door with a soft click, leaning up against it to support his wobbly legs.

yuji heard his friend saying please, take it out, which only mystified him further, but every detail is oh so clear to you, now you're slipping the vibrating dildo out of his ass that's been stuffed there all day on full power. you can hardly believe yuji didn't hear it, or notice how megumi was squirming.

but you did, and you've had so much fun with him all day long, tormenting that sweet spot with the toy buried inside him.

and now, slipping it in and out of his wet hole, you start placing feather light touches on his shaft that's been straining full for hours. half the reason he followed you so blindly is because he barely had the power to think for himself, with all his blood draining from his brain and down to that glorious swollen cock.

he's panting now with a heavy blush on his cheeks and he starts to drool and emit soft mewls of your name, telling you to hurry because he can't take it anymore.

you listen to him intently and press your hand on him a bit harder, watching him keen and buck into you with desperation, until you tug him a little too hard and feel him pulsing and squirting all his cum out. you milk him dry and bring him down gently, stroking him, cooing in his ear that he did so well and that you're so proud of him.

you kiss his cheek and tell him thank you for trying that, and that he can take his turn with you next.

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#megumi imagine #megumi #megumi fushiguro #megumi x reader #megumi smut #megumi drabble #jujutsu kaisen #jjk x reader #jjk smut #jujutsu kaisen smut #18+ content #megumi <3

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shadesslut · 9 months

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loving her was red, pt 2

MINORS DNI

Pairing: Dark!Ethan Landry x Fem!Reader

Content Includes: Slight smut

Summary: Ethan is finally fed up with sitting around and doing nothing. He needs to do something about it or someone else will.

part 1 part 2 part 3 part 4 part 5 part 6 part 7 part 8

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The first important rule of their “special” relationship was to never get attached romantically.

Ethan was fuming to say the least. His grip on his phone tightened as he aggressively typed. He had been texting her ever since he and Chad parted ways with the girls. Chad kept pulling Ethan away from people he almost walked into, looking at him with concern.

Y/N

im just gonna go to bed im tired

10:30 pm

Ethan

Can I just sleep over ?

10:31 pm

“Dude, who are you texting? And what did they do to you?” Chad asked him as he unlocked the door to their dorm. Ethan ignored him as he stepped inside, which caused Chad to snatch his phone from him.

Ethan jerked his head up and hastily reached out to grab it back. “Dude, give me my fucking phone.”

“Why are you texting Y/N?” Chad asked softly as his arms relaxed. Ethan grabbed his phone back as Chad stared off into space solemnly.

Ethan huffed as he resumed texting her, spamming her messages. “We’re just talking,” Ethan said as Chad continued to stare. What’s his problem? Can she not have friends? Ethan thought angrily. He knew Chad was possessive over his girlfriends, but he didn’t even think about how he would be with his friends. He sighed as he finally put his phone away, giving up. “Am I like, not allowed to text her?”

Chad shook his head slowly, and finally looked up at Ethan. “No, no of course you can. I just-“ he sighs, pausing. “I didn’t know you two were close enough to have sleepovers, that’s all.”

He rubbed the back of his neck and moped off to his room, shutting the door. Ethan knew something was definitely going on between her and Chad, and he wanted to know what. He couldn’t be mad at Chad, he needed to be on good terms with him. He needed Chad to like him so Y/N would like him. He sighed in frustration as he walked over to Chad’s door, hesitating before knocking.

“Chad, I’m sorry for being a dick. I just hate it when people look at my phone; can we talk?”

There were a few beats of silence before Ethan heard the old wooden floors creak as Chad walked over and opened the door. Chad looked at Ethan sadly and glanced at the floor.

“I’m sorry, man.”

“It’s okay.”

“No, it’s not, I’m being a possessive little bitch.” Chad sighed as he rubbed the bridge of his nose. Ethan was starting to become slightly worried for what Chad was about to say. “Look, I-uhm, I have a small crush on Y/N-“

Chad stammered as he saw Ethan’s changed expression. His eyes darkened and his shoulders tensed.

“It’s nothing big. I just get so jealous over her, and I hate it. I think about her all the time, and it just sucks. I-I’ll get over it, over her.”

He looked so defeated, like a kicked puppy, Ethan had never seen this side of Chad before; it honestly concerned him. Was he in love with her? Would he try to get in between them two? Did he know about their special nights together? Was he obsessed with her like Ethan was?

Ethan softly patted Chad on the shoulder. “I would never do that to you. We’re just really close friends, but I think she likes someone else. I’m sorry, man.” Chad exhaled deeply as Ethan spoke. His eyes began to water as he felt jealousy and sadness.

“Nah man, it’s okay. She knows I like her, so I probably should’ve known she didn’t like me back.”

Chad quickly wiped his eyes as he looked at his roommate. “I’m…going to bed, night man.”

Ethan smiled to himself after Chad closed the door. He felt some form of relief from Chad stating he would move on. He should’ve told Chad that he was dating her, that he had been inside her, but he didn’t want to make her mad.

But, mad, she was.

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The second important rule was to not tell anyone in their friend group.

Ethan woke up to three texts from Y/N.

Y/N

can you stop treating me like we’re dating

12:45 am

you and me are just fwb

12:50 am

can you meet me

9:35 am

Ethan felt a bit worried about her last message. Did she want to end things? He wanted to see her, but not if it would be the last time. He yawned sleepily, he didn’t sleep at all last night, and typed out a response.

Ethan

Library?

10:06 am

He stood up and slid his legs on with a pair of blue jeans. He grabbed an old t-shirt and put it on. He heard his phone ping as he was putting on deodorant.

Y/N

sure. ten minutes

10:06 am

He nodded as if she could see him, and he began to get his things ready quickly.

Ethan sat patiently on a torn-up couch in the library lobby, looking at the doors to see her. He decided to take his mind off things; he cracked open a book he had been failing to finish and began tracing over the words with his eyes. After a few minutes, his eyes started to become heavy with tiredness. I really need to fix my sleep schedule. He thought to himself as he dozed off.

Before his head fell back on the couch head, he felt someone plop down next to them. He flinched and looked at the person, softly smiling as he realized it was Y/N.

“H-Hey! You scared me,” he laughed nervously. She looked so pretty in the morning sunlight. She didn’t have any makeup on, but secretly Ethan liked her best like that. It was just, her, in her natural and beautiful form.

She weakly smiled at him as she set her purse down. “I’ve been meaning to apologize for last night. I was a bitch.”

Ethan shook his head at her. “You weren’t, I’m sorry that I tried to kiss you. I know we’re not supposed to do that casually.” His apology was sincere, he really did feel bad.

“It’s okay, this whole deal we got going on is confusing sometimes.”

He nodded in agreement with her. God, he wanted to kiss her and tell her he loved her.

“Do you…wanna come back to mine?” She asked quietly. Her hand creeped over to hover over his. He took her hand and squeezed slightly as he nodded.

The two walked together hand in hand across the campus. Ethan wished he could do this all the time, touch her like this in public. He was tired of waiting to be behind closed doors, he wanted to touch her whenever he wanted.

Y/N suddenly stopped in her tracks as she cursed. “Fuck, I, I forgot that my roommate has people over. Can we go to yours?” She begged as she looked up at him.

Now how could he say no to those pretty little eyes?

“Unless Chad is there,” she stated.

Oh, now that would be bad. Ethan thought, but he knew he didn’t have to worry about anything; Chad had morning classes. “Yeah let’s go,”

—

Ethan gasped as she roughly kissed his lips. He was desperately trying to find the right key to his dorm, but he had a certain distraction. “Shit, baby, you gotta let me open the door first.” He said panting, but she didn’t listen. She continued to grab at his collar and quite literally suck the air out of him.

He whined as he finally opened the door, causing them to stumble in recklessly. Ethan slammed the door with his foot, and grabbed at her waist.

He pushed her against the wall and forced her legs to widen with his hands. She opened her mouth as she gasped which allowed Ethan to slip his tongue in. She moaned loudly as he began grinding his hips on her clit. Everything he was doing, she absolutely loved. The way he grabbed her hip, the way he caressed her tit, everything he did made her feel oh, so good. They both groaned loudly and moved against each other’s bodies, gaining some friction.

He stuck his index and ring finger in his mouth, lathering it with spit. He huffed as he unzipped her pants and sloppily tugged them down. She moaned softly at the boy as he reached into her underwear. “‘M gonna make you cum.” He whispered to her.

He slowly started rubbing her clit, making her gasp. He open-mouth kissed her as he stuck his two fingers in and out of her. He pumped and curled his fingers and began to suck on her neck.

“Oh, fuck, Ethan!” She moaned in his ear.

He was in pure heaven right now, nothing could make him feel better than what he was feeling right now.

He heard a door slam shut, causing him to jerk his head up away from her. His heart dropped as he saw Chad standing by the bathroom door looking at the two of them. Ethan quickly got away from Y/N, creating a distance in between the two of them. Y/N pulled up her pants nervously and quickly.

“C-Chad, it’s not what it-“

“Fuck you, you piece of shit. You’re such a goddamn liar. ‘I wouldn’t do that to you’ Fuck. You.” Chad spat at Ethan, cutting him off.

Ethan flinched at his words as he yelled at him. “I’m sorry, I didn’t want to make you mad.” Ethan apologized, this time, not being sincere. He was happy Chad knew about them.

“Fuck you, Ethan. You’re fucking dead to me. I should’ve just gone to class,” he muttered before walking into his room, slamming the door shut. Ethan stood there in silence before turning to her. Her cheeks were red with embarrassment. He walked up to her and caressed her cheek.

“What was that about?” She asked, eyeing him.

Ethan dropped his head down and sighed. “I told him we were just friends, and I sort of told him I wouldn’t do anything with you.”

She nodded and looked away. Ethan looked at her longingly, sure what just happened sucked, but he still wanted to feel her body against his.

“Maybe we should, not do this anymore,” she spoke quietly.

Ethan’s eyes widened at her suggestion. That is the opposite of what he wanted. Was she really going to end things over Chad? “What? Why? He’s fine, he's going to get over this.”

She shrugged and stepped away from him. Ethan looked at her with hurt flashed on his face. “No, I think, we should stop. I don't want to cause any more drama with the group. I’m sorry Ethan, but, let’s just stay friends for now.”

She walked out before he could even muster up a response. Is that it? He thought. He thought he was little more than that to her, more than someone to hook up with. He didn’t know what to feel or what he was supposed to feel. He hated her roommate for having people over. He hated Chad for skipping his class. He hated himself for not stopping her from leaving. To say that Ethan was pissed, was an understatement. He was going to get her back to him, he knew he would. He was going to stop Chad from ruining his fucking life, and he was going to do something about it. He was going to show her that she doesn’t need anyone else besides him; he is the only thing she needs. He was going to start creating his plan, his plan to keep what was his.

Fuck. Chad.

#ethan landry x reader #jack champion #scream #chad meeks x reader #ethan landry #scream 6 #scream vi #ghostface x reader

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slutforleeminho · 11 months

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Hey, love!!

I saw the requests open for Changbin. Can you do a shower smut with a shy reader and make it extra sensual and passionate. Like some body worshipping?

Ignore if you're uncomfortable.

Toodles!! Have a good day!!

stop it rn this is such a cute idea

‘join me?’ ~ seo changbin

“binnie.” you whispered into the shell of his ear while also gently shaking his arm, trying your best to wake him up in a quiet way. but changbin slept like a rock, the man has slept through every single storm that you would jolt awake in fear to. you were growing impatient. “changbin!” you raised you voice, ditching the soft girl voice you were using merely a moment before. he groaned against his pillow, a muffled ‘five more minutes’ was the only thing he said before hiding his face under the blanket. you rolled your eyes at his laziness but excused his actions because he was so cute doing it. “i made breakfast.” his reaction was exactly how you predicted it to be, head peaking out from under the duvet as he yawned a ‘what did you make’.

it wasn’t long before you were both sitting at the kitchen island, changbin chowing down while you watched him with a smile on your face. you loved to cook for him, it was always the first thing you did in the morning. you lost count of how many cook books you’ve bought so you could practice new recipes for him to taste test. you learned over the past few years the food was basically his love language, that and physical touch. he would always come up behind you and wrap his thick arms around your waist while you were making dinner, leaving soft kisses on your neck and whispering sweet love confessions in your ear. you would never pass up the opportunity to cook for him.

once he was finished he placed his used dishes in the sink and announced he was off to take a shower, but not before thanking you for the food with a kiss. “don’t take too long. i have to take one too.” you had done a quick workout before he woke up and wanted to wash the dried sweat off of you.

“why don’t you just join me? the shower is big enough for the both of us.” his offer took you by surprise, you had never done that before. you were barely confident enough to have sex with him in a dark room, let alone be completely bare naked before him while you bathed. it was that you were insecure about the way you looked, you knew you were pretty, you just didn’t think you were pretty enough for him. compared to him you looked pitiful. i mean have you seen him? he looked like he was hand sculpted by god himself.

“no!” you responded quickly, shutting down his idea. but the confusion on his face made you realize you could’ve worded that a little nicer. “i mean that’s okay. i need to wash up these dishes anyways.” you said in a calmer tone this time. but he still wasn’t buying it.

“the dishes can wait. come on baby please.” his voice was whiny as he begged you to accompany him, his lip jutted out in a pout and eyes got ten times bigger, they sparkled as if a tear would fall out any second. you couldn’t resist the cuteness of it all and caved in rather quickly. his demeanor changed automatically from the sad puppy to jumping in excitement and grabbing your hand to drag you to the bathroom. you giggled at reaction, he was so happy you were joining him.

once you were in you stood behind him, letting him wet his hair and body. you couldn’t help you eyes from wandering, admiring all of him, from his hands and down his arms, drooling at the sight sight of his biceps and the way the flexed as he ran his fingers through his hair. his back muscles were so defined and detailed, every dip and curve of them were drawing you in. “just couldn’t help yourself could you?” you were confused by his question but then reality hit you like a bag of bricks and you realized you were tracing out patterns on his back, mapping out all your favorite parts. you quickly retracted your hands and held them to your chest. embarrassment started to set in as you apologized to him and how you didn’t know what came over you.

he turned around, his eyes meeting yours immediately. he took your hands in his, rubbing circles onto your palm with his thumbs. “why are you sorry? i love it when you touch me. the only downside to it is that your hands are so tiny that it kinda tickles.” the way he was speaking to you so casually put you at ease, making you feel so much more comfortable.

“i just didn’t want to invade your personal bubble.” his head cocked to the side as he looked down at you.

“i’ve never had a personal bubble when it comes to you, baby.” he brought both of your hands up to his chest, placing them atop. “feel free to touch me however you’d like.” after given his explicit consent you ran your hands all over his chest, making your way down to his torso. he didn’t really have defined abs but you couldn’t give less of a fuck, he was still the sexiest person you’d ever laid eyes on.

as you felt him up the heat growing in between your legs started to become uncomfortable, squeezing your thighs together to relieve yourself a little bit. your constant shifting must have caught chanbins eye. “can i invade your personal bubble?” a hint of teasing in his voice.

“please.” you didn’t mean to sound so needy but that’s exactly what you are, needy. he wrapped is arms around your waist and brought you flush against his chest, your boobs squished against him. he smashed his lips against yours, the kiss was gentle but still heated. you gasped when his tongue swiped against yours and you brought your hands to the back of his head to tangle your fingers into his hair and pull him even closer. he moved his kisses from your lips to your neck, creating little red marks as he went. he kept going lower until he reached your perky breasts, taking your left nipple into his mouth and sucking like his life depended on it. his tongue tongue circled it, working you up until you were arching your back up and closer to his mouth. he suddenly pulled away, the quiet sound of a ‘pop’ was heard from the separation of his lips from your now swollen and aching nipple. he only gave you a small glance before dropping to his knees to be eye level with your cunt. his eyes sparkled as he looked at your soaked pussy, your wetness dripping down your thighs. he pushed your thighs farther apart and without warning dove straight into licking from your entrance to your clit, stopping there for a moment to circle it with his tongue then sucking hard and then repeating his actions. you threw your head back in pure ecstasy, his mouth working you over so good. your legs started to shake from the uncomfortable stance. he noticed and lifted you right thigh over his shoulder, taking some of the weight off of your feet. your hand found it’s way to his hair once again but this time you pulled at it harshly before shoving his face closer to your sex. your hip started moving on their own, basically full on riding his face at this point. the pressure started to build up and you knew if he kept eating you out like he was a starved man, you would absolutely explode. a rather loud moan came from deep in your gut when he started started steadily sucking on you clit, and just like that you were coming undone on his face.

he continued softly licking up your release until you fully came down from your high. your chest heaved as you tried you best to catch your breath but it was difficult when that was probably the most intense orgasm you’d ever experienced.

he carefully removed your leg off of his shoulder and placed it back on the floor, standing back up to hover over your quivering body. “you look so pretty when when you come.” he wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. his compliment went straight to your core and you suddenly felt shy under his piercing gaze, a deep blush painting your cheeks. “aww is my baby flustered?” he smirked as he ran his finger over the pink of your cheek. “how about we see how you look when you come on my cock, yeah?” you nodded eagerly which pulled a laugh out of changbin. but his honey like voice died down and he quickly got to work, pulling you in and kissing you passionately. you could taste yourself on his tongue but the maple syrup from his breakfast overcame it, making him taste so sweet.

his hands went from the small of your back to cup your ass cheeks, he squeezed harshly and used the hold he had on you to lift you off your feet and into his arms. your legs wrapped around his waist, squeezing them tightly around him to keep yourself up. you felt the tip of changbins cock pressing up against your ass, he was so hard.

he pressed your back against the cold tile wall causing you to gasp. he rutted his hips forward, the tip of his member nudging your clit. even though you just came less than ten minutes ago, the need that was bubbling in your lower belly was hard to ignore. “bin please.” only changbin could pull this side of you out of hiding.

“what is it, honey? tell me what you want.” he always urged you to be vocal and communicate your wants during your intimate times together.

“i want you inside me.” he grinned at your answer.

“so greedy. i already made you come once and you want more?” to anyone else it would sound like he was teasing you but you knew he was only joking and would give you anything you asked for on a silver platter. that’s what he always does, serves you. wether it be simple things like picking something up for you from the store on his way home from work, to getting on him hands and knees to please you until you tell him to stop. changbin talks big game but you know deep down that you have this man wrapped around your little finger.

when he finally does enter you for the first time, it’s euphoric. little bolts of electricity shooting through your body, starting at your core and exiting from your toes and finger tips, leaving you feeling tingly. your fingers dug into his broad shoulders, leaving little crescent moon shapes on his skin. he stretched you out as far as you could go, pushing your limits. he bottomed out and released a puff of breath he must’ve been holding in. he let he adjust to his girth before pulling out, just to push his way back into your plush walls. “you’re always so wet for me, baby. always so warm and tight. feels so good sweetheart.” his praise caused a quiet whine to escape your red and swollen lips, bruised from all the harsh biting in attempt to hold yourself back from screaming.

instead of fucking you senseless, he thrusted into you slowly and steadily, hitting that one good spot deep inside you. the slower he went the more you wanted to force him onto this shower floor and ride him till you both came, but you let him have his way with you. you knew he loved to take it slow and just relish in the feeling of you, taking in every detail and just feel. but he too had needs that needed to be fulfilled and you were more than willing to help him get there.

his hips sped up as he chased after that incredible high that he could only find in you. he started getting louder with his moans and grunts, signaling he was getting closer to his end. his desperation and made you clench around him, you felt him twitching uncontrollably and his hips started losing their rhythm. “i’m gonna come. are you close, sweetheart?”

“so close.” your breathing was all over the place, occasionally catching in your throat.

“shit i’m coming, baby.” his hips stuttered as he emptied himself inside of you, moaning your name into the crook of your neck. the warmth of his seed filling you up pushed you over the edge for the second and final time today. your back arched up into him and your legs tried to squeeze together but his large hands pulled your legs open, keeping them spread so he could reach the peak of his orgasm and make sure you did too.

he stopped altogether when you whimpered from being so sensitive and tired from the two very intense orgasms in the span of fifteen minutes. he lowered your legs back to the floor but didn’t let go of your waist, still holding the majority of your weight up. “even better” he grinned.

“what do you mean?” your eyebrows drawn together in confusion.

“you look even prettier when you come on my cock.” his tongue drew out to wet his lips. you couldn’t help but smile at his compliment and bring your hands up to cover your red ears. he took your hands in his and pulled you under the stream of warm water, wetting your hair and grabbing your lavender shampoo from the little shelf in the corner, and pouring a dime size amount in his palm. “how about we actually shower now?” he joked as he rubbed his hands together, creating a foam. you agreed and turned around, allowing him to run his fingers through your hair and message it into your scalp, humming at the relaxing feeling.

i like this one🤭

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lionlena · 10 months

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Unforgivable mistake (JoelMillerxreader)

Summary: Reader is much younger than Joel and is in love with him. One night, after arguing with Tess and getting drunk, Joel spends the night with a reader, but in the morning he breaks her heart… She runs away from Boston hoping that she will never meet this cold bastard again in her life. But almost six years later, she unexpectedly sees Joel in Jackson. She decides to hide herself and her little secret from this asshole.

Warnings: age gap (in Boston reader is about 23 years, Joel 52, in Jackson 28 - 58), at the beginning reader is very innocent and naive, uncertain consent, rough sex, fingering, unprotect p in v, dom!Joel, Joel is asshole, drinking, drunk sex, sexual abuse, swearing, ANGST, hurt, sadness and heartbreaking, NSFW

Everyone in Boston knew what kind of man Joel Miller was. Everyone called him: an asshole, a cold bastard, a dangerous man. Everyone except you. For some inexplicable reason, ever since you saw this man, you've seen something more in him. You were much younger than him, smaller, weaker, yet you always instinctively stayed close to him, as if you believed he wouldn't hurt you. You have a crush on him. And Joel...

Joel treated you like a harmless pet stuck to his leg. Most of the time he paid no attention to you, though you saw each other often.

First, you lived in the same building. Secondly, you often worked in the same places. Mostly because you specifically chose the same jobs. Third, your roommate, Claudia, worked at a bar that Joel frequented. Of course, you went there often too and pretended it was because of your friend.

And it's possible that's where your tragedy began.

You were sitting at the bar when raised voices caught your attention. You turned just as Tess shoved Joel and left the bar. He first took a step towards the door, then waved his hand and returned to the table where he was sitting. You wriggled uneasily in your chair and heard your friend grunt. You gave her an annoyed look. Claudia thought you're falling in love with Joel was pathetic, dangerous, and stupid.

"Don't even think this is your chance. He's pretty drunk and pissed off."

"I didn't even think about it," you lied.

"Yeah, sure. You know what, do what you want, but..." She lowered her voice. "This is our last evening together, I won't be here by this time tomorrow.”

You felt a sudden surge of anger. Claudia and a few of her friends decided to leave Boston and seek their fortune who knows where. You thought it was just stupid and... Part of you was angry at your friend for leaving you. As if reading your mind, she said, "You know, you can still change your mind and..."

"No" you growled and jumped off the chair.

Your friend gave you a pleading look and whispered, "Don't do it."

You didn't even look at her and walked towards Joel.

"Hi," you said and he just gave you an annoyed look.

"What do you want?" he murmured.

Your confidence quickly evaporated and you bit your lip.

"Nothing... I'm just going home and... I thought..." Joel suddenly stood up and you jumped back.

"Come on," he growled.

You nodded your head and followed him. On the way, Joel didn't speak to you at all, but you didn't mind. You're used to his cold behavior. As you walked up the stairs, he swayed slightly and you tried to grab him. You ended up trapped between his body and the wall. Joel leaned towards you and you felt a shiver run down your spine.

"Why are you always squirming under my feet like some fucking puppy?"

You swallowed and turned your head to the side. You couldn't look him in the eye, but he grabbed your chin tightly and forced you to look at him. You felt your cheeks burn and you started to get wet. Being around Joel was like a drug for you. You've dreamed of this moment so many times that you ignored all warnings.

"What do you want?" Your eyes landed on his crotch and he chuckled. "You think little girls like you can play with big boys?"

You shot him a defiant look and snarled, "I know how to fuck, Joel. I've had a lot of men."

Well, you weren't technically a virgin, but... You've only had sex with one guy a few months before, but you were so eager to impress Joel that the lie easily slipped out of your mouth. He seemed to sense it was a bluff because he raised an eyebrow and croaked, "Okay, we'll see." Then he kissed you roughly and you sighed. There was no love in it, just pure lust, but you pushed the thought aside.

He grabbed your hand and dragged you to his apartment. He wasn't playing with you. He quickly and roughly took off your clothes and pushed you onto the bed. He shoved his fat finger inside you and smiled. "This is going to be interesting... I can't remember the last time I had such a tight pussy."

You swallowed, but you were determined. You wanted it. You wanted him to see that you were the woman who could give him everything. You tried to show him some affection. You kissed his shoulders and stroked his back, but he paid no attention to you. He slid a second finger inside you and began to stretch you. It didn't last long, however, and soon he replaced his fingers with his thick penis. He shoved it into you hard and you moaned in pain.

"Joel..." you squealed. "Slow down... It's hurt."

He gripped your hips hard and growled, "You wanted it, now take it all."

This is not how you imagined your first time with him. But you kept telling yourself it'd be better after that. You'll be together, and Joel will treat you like a princess. You closed your eyes, bit your lip and let a few tears roll down your cheek. The bed creaked and rocked back and forth. You tried to focus on the pleasure, but you couldn't feel any comfort. Joel gasped right next to your ear until he finally stopped, moaned loudly, and spilled inside you. Then he dropped onto his back next to you and you curled up into a ball by his side. You felt him pat your back and you smile weakly. You believed Joel would learn to love you.

In the morning you woke up moments before him, you were sore but you enjoyed the closeness of the man you had been in love with for so long. You laid your head on his chest and sighed. But you didn't enjoy your happiness for long. As soon as Joel woke up he gasped "What the fuck?!"

He pushed you away and looked at you angrily. However, you decided not to give up and in a sweet voice you said: "Hi honey."

Joel winced and immediately sat on the bed, covering his face with his hands. "What the fuck happened yesterday?"

You knelt on the bed and put your hand on his shoulder saying, "We made love."

Joel pushed your hand away, stood up, and grabbed his pants. As he put them on, he growled, "That was a mistake!!!”

"We wanted this," you whispered.

He snorted and replied, "More like my penis wanted it, now fuck off before Tess gets back."

You didn't believe what you heard. "But... But... I thought you had feelings for me."

Joel huffed in annoyance and rubbed his hand over his face. "Look, you're a child, and yesterday you were just a hole I fucked. No feelings. Got it?"

You felt like someone punched you in the stomach. It's like the ground has shifted beneath your feet. How could you be so stupid? You were in love with him and believed he was good, but... You were a stupid kid who believed in fairy tales. Joel used you, and he considered you a "mistake". You jumped off the bed and started to gather your clothes in a hurry. Joel watched you and opened his mouth as if to say something, but finally looked away and sighed in relief as you slammed the door.

Once inside your apartment, you locked yourself in your room and started crying loudly. After a while, you heard a soft knock and the worried voice of your friend.

"Y/N, are you okay?"

You finally got up, opened the door, and before she could ask anything you just said, "Can I run away with you?"

Claudia nodded and hugged you. She didn't ask anything, didn't say she was right about Joel. She was just there for you. That same day, you packed up and left Boston with your heart shattered. And you promised yourself you'd never fall in love with any man again. No one will call you a mistake anymore.

It was a mistake to believe that Joel had a good heart. He was just a cold bastard, asshole, stupid prick. You hoped you'd never see him again.

(6 years later)

Your heart stopped the moment you heard his scream. "Toooommyyyy ."

No, no, no, no... You thought this nightmare would never come back. Sure, you knew Tommy was Joel's brother, but somehow you always believed that asshole would never come to Jackson. You watched from a safe distance as they hugged. You suddenly felt a tug on your sleeve and looked down. A pair of sweet brown eyes stared at you expectantly.

"Mommy, are we going?"

You took a deep breath and forced a smile. "Honey, Mommy just remembered she left something very important at home and we need to get back there."

"But mommy," Teddy whined. "We were supposed to visit the horsies."

You knelt down next to your son and grabbed his hands. "I know, but... You know what? I promise I'll make you cookies and you can eat as much as you want."

Your child's eyes widened. "Really?"

"Yes."

The little boy started jumping up and down in excitement, and you breathed a sigh of relief as you quickly returned home.

You didn't really know what you were planning to do. You couldn't hide in the house forever. In fact, you could. But you knew your son would eventually want to go outside, and then sooner or later you'd meet Joel.

What if he recognizes you?

What if he notices something about your son?

You had to protect your baby boy from that bastard. You didn't sleep a wink that night, wondering what to do.

However, in the morning the problem solved itself. As you were going to the stables to do your job of feeding the horses, you noticed that one horse was missing. Tommy explained to you that he gave it to his brother who left town with a girl named Ellie.

You felt like jumping for joy. That prick disappeared from your life again, and you could live peacefully again.

Until spring.

You were walking home enjoying the warm weather when suddenly your nightmare came out of the abandoned house next to yours.

"Y/N?!"

You felt a wave of panic wash over you. Joel quickly walked over to you and smiled slightly. You were filled with rage. That bastard had the audacity to smile at you. As if you were his old acquaintance with whom he parted in friendship. As if he never took advantage of your naivety.

"It's really you. Nice to see you."

A wave of rage washed over you. All the pain you felt for months after he broke your heart came back to you in one second. You remembered how he gasped against your ear, how he shoved his cock into you without warning. You lost your temper and... You punched him in the face and growled, "Fuck off, Joel!!!"

Then you ran home, leaving him in complete shock.

A shadow from the darkness Rising up again Never knew it could be so cold Fire underneath my skin Can you hear the storm's a coming I'm a silver in the lining There's a spark in me There's a spark in me

They say I'm a dangerous man Better run fast as you can Don't you look back Every bone in my body's bad Fire's burning, the skies are turning black They say I'm a dangerous man

Little Dume - Dangerous Man

Part 2

Taglist: @ajeff855, @anislabonis-love, @o-sacra-virgo-laudes-tibi, @i-workwithpens, @milla-frenchy, @quality-lust

(ok so add to taglist everyone that commented on the post but if you don't want to be tagged let me know and I'll fix it)

#pedro pascal #pedro pascal fanfiction #pedro pascal characters #joel miller #joel miller fanfiction #joel miller x reader #dom!joel miller #joel is asshole #angst #hurt #broken heart #me heart is broken #the last of us #tlou fanfiction

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blondeboyfriend · 1 year

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𝐃𝐄𝐄𝐏 𝐂𝐔𝐓𝐒 (𝟏𝟖+)

𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐎𝐑𝐒 𝐃𝐍𝐈

[ PAIRING ] Eren Yeager x reader [ SYNOPSIS ] Eren comes home after a rough night at the bar with Jean. Unable to see him in such a state you decide to tend to his wounds… among other things… I'm talking about his dick. [ WORD COUNT ] 1.8k [ CONTENT ] Modern AU, minor injuries, blood, marijuana, alcohol is mentioned, dubcon (Eren's high), biting, sadism, masochism, rough vaginal sex, no plot.

“So what exactly happened?” You asked as Eren trudged through the door of your apartment.

He hung his head, attempting to obscure his battered face. The lengthy sigh he let out filled the room with his exhaustion. You took a few steps closer to him while he dropped his keys on the floor. The metal colliding with the tile flooring destroyed any semblance of serenity once held in your home. You pulled him into a hug and he let out a pleased hum. His arms snaked around your waist and he held you close. The remnants of weed smoke and vetiver cologne filled your nose.

“Jean…” He said, tone dripping with subdued exasperation.

“What did he do?” You asked.

It was so hard to hide your desperate curiosity. You loved hearing about the inner workings of his social circle.

“He was mainlining adios motherfuckers all night.”

“What did he do? Black out and kick your ass?”

Eren chuckled. “You honestly think Jean could kick my ass?”

“Maybe. Jean does look like the kind of guy to hulk out when he drinks.”

“You’re breaking my heart.”

You rubbed his back, each pat radiating affection.

“I’m kidding. Jean could never kick your ass.”

“He could, but it’s fine.” Eren dropped his arms and released you from his grip. “Can I tell you about it while you clean me up?”

You were finally granted a full view of his face. His right cheek was a strawberry scrape and showed the beginnings of a bruise. His bottom lip was split. The blood exuded from the cut had dried, leaving behind a swatch of maroon. What stood out the most was the fresh blood dripping from his right nostril. You took him by the hand and led him into the bathroom. He sat down on the toilet and held his head in his hands, obscuring his face once more.

“Here,” you said, handing him a tissue.

He rolled it up and stuck it up his leaking nose.

“Thanks,” he mumbled, trying in vain to wriggle out of his pants.

You had little desire to see your beloved struggle. You kneeled before him and tugged at the jeans, peeling them off. A happy “phew” flew past his bloodied lip.

You grabbed all your first aid supplies and organized them on the ridge of the sink.

“Gimme the details.”

Eren sighed. “Jean decided to hit on every girl at the bar.”

You prepped a cotton ball with alcohol. “Every girl?”

“Maybe not every single girl, but he hit on every girl that had the shit luck of making eye contact with him.”

“Oh no. He was that guy.”

“Yeah,” he groaned. “The last one he bothered was with her boyfriend on a date. I tried to tell him! But he wouldn’t listen. He was convinced it was because I wanted to fuck her. I even brought you up!”

“Aww!”

Eren ignored your little remark.

“Fuck. And you know what,” he said, tone bristling with repressed rage. “I wasn’t gonna say anything because Jean was drunk and I don’t even care about what that horsefaced shitdick thinks. But fuck it! He thinks you’re too good for me! Did you know that?”

You swiped his cheek with the cotton pad. A little squeak crawled up Eren’s throat as the alcohol came into contact with his scrape.

“Sorry,” you said softly.”

He looked at you with sad, tired puppy dog eyes, red rimmed from the blunt he shared with Historia and Ymir earlier in the evening.

“‘s okay,’ he mumbled.

His posture grew rounder, softer. A chiropractor would likely have a shit fit had they seen such a shoulder slump but not you. No, even with the little info available you were able to surmise Eren’s immense need to decompress. Why pick on him about his posture when he was already battered and bruised?

You suppressed the urge to tease him and crawled into his lap, straddling him. His Grecian body radiated a pleasant warmth. It felt like home. You brushed a few locks of hair away from his face and gave him a quick peck on the forehead.

“I actually wasn’t aware of that. You know why?” You asked.

“Hm?”

“Because it’s not true. I’m definitely shitty enough to be with you.”

“You have such a way with words,” he groaned as you tended to him. “Anyway, the girl’s boyfriend was pissed to say the least and tried to drag Jean outside the bar by his collar. It all happened so fast I—ouch! If I had been a little quicker…” Eren’s voice trailed off.

His viridescent eyes were pinched shut as you dabbed his face with another cotton ball imbibed with alcohol. Your touch, while gentle, felt like hundreds of needles pricking the apple of his cheek. It was a pain you were familiar with. You tried to be gentle yet thorough. Though each muted moan and wince from Eren made your clit pulse.

“Did the guy fight Jean?”

“He tried. But I got in between them. I thought I talked everyone down but out of nowhere the boyfriend must have heard a sleeper word because he ran at me and punched me in the face twice. The last one sent me into the wall which is why my cheek is all scratched up.”

“What a loser. Did you hit him back?”

Eren half-smirked. “No. Too high for that shit. I was more concerned about not breaking my phone and getting home in one piece. When I saw an out, I took off running.”

“Nooooo. What about Jean?”

The brunette giggled. “Just kidding. I took his phone and got him a Lyft. I did have to push him inside it, but I’m sure everything worked out.”

You couldn’t help but think about Jean fighting his way out of the car in desperate search for unsuspecting women to hit on. You snickered at the thought. Eren placed his hands on the small of your back.

“What’re you laughin’ about?”

“Nothing,” you said, rocking your hips slightly.

His green gaze was penetrating. Even the haze of weed and head trauma couldn’t dull it. Eren’s desire took precedence over all. It was an unrelenting force. You stroked his uninjured cheek.

“Does it hurt? Does it ache at all?”

“Yeah, but I think I know what will make it feel better.”

You rolled your eyes. “And what exactly would that be?”

Eren pressed his semi hard cock against your clothed cunt. He rocked his hips a little, eyes fixed on you, awaiting your reaction. You put your hands on his shoulders and slowly dragged them down his chest, his muscles taut against your palms. You smirked, reciprocated the pressure he provided by grinding up against him.

You pressed your lips against his and sucked lightly on his swollen bottom lip. The metallic taste of blood linger on your tongue as Eren let out a pained groan. He pulled away, betrayal fell upon his face.

“Sorry,” you demurred. “I couldn’t help myself.”

“Alright, enough of that. Get up.”

You slid off of his body. He stood up and tossed you over his shoulder with a swiftness you didn’t think his stoned self was capable of. He carried you to the bedroom and tossed you onto the bed.

“Undress.”

You laid there, unmoving.

Eren sighed. “Undress… please?”

“‘kay.”

You eagerly stripped off your clothes and presented your naked body to him. He followed your lead and disrobed, leaving his clothes in a heap on the floor.

He crawled onto the bed, his ardor riddled gaze fixed on yours. His cock was tumescent, the tip pink and leaking precum. You longed to tongue the tip and savor the sweetness seeping out. He wrapped his hand around the length of his erection and stroked, leaving it slick and glistening.

You spread your legs and draped your arms over his shoulders and ran your hands down his muscled back, dragging your nails along the way. A pained groan fell from his lips. Your hands stopped on the apex of his ass and dug your fingertips into the delicate flesh.

“Too much?” You whispered in his ear.

“It’s fine,” he replied through a clenched jaw.

You gripped his cheeks harder as he slid his cock into your cunt. Eren’s hunger for pain embedded ecstasy into your existence. His hands roamed your body before one found its way to your swollen clit. His thumb encircled it, applying a hint of pressure as he drove his cock further inside you.

The muscles of Eren’s ass tightened as he bottomed out, his balls slapping up against your writhing body. Your fingers dug deeper into his skin, relishing in every groan that grew from the depths of his throat.

“Does it hurt?”

“Ye—yeah it does.”

“Good,” you growled. “That’s what I want to hear.”

You nipped at his neck and ran your tongue along the length of it. The piquant taste of his sweat dancing across your tastebuds. You wanted to lick him clean, get rid of all the sweat, blood, and stress that afflicted his evening. Eren deserved to be worshiped after the fuckery he waded through… Though he’d have to suffer a bit more.

“Shit!” He cried out as you proceeded to bite him.

Your eyes held an impish glint as he pushed your face away from him. He held you down by the shoulders and thrust into you like you were nothing more than a nameless hole. You missed having his thumb pressing on your clit, but this was nothing to complain about. You were on the verge of coming undone regardless.

“‘Ren—fuck—I’m close.”

Eren was silent, too focused on his cock touching your cervix to respond. You cupped his face in your hands and kissed him gently. He welcomed the tenderness even if it took him by surprise. His hips skipped a beat and a trickle of cum entered your cunt. It felt as if the warmth was traveling through your veins, engulfing every inch of your body. Your breathing labored and you struggled to articulate your needs. You wanted to tell Eren how good his cock felt inside you, how happy you were that he was okay, and how badly you wanted to suck on his split lip.

You cried out his name as he pounded his cock into you, the tip now slamming into your cervix. Your body quivered under the weight of his and you felt as if you were ascending.

Eren held you close as your orgasm peaked, whispering the sweetest of words within your ears.

“That feel good, baby? You deserve it after taking such good care of me.”

“E—even though I made you blee—”

A breathy moan interrupted your sentence much to Eren’s enjoyment. He laughed and pulled his cock out, jerking off and aiming his tip at your stomach. He shut his eyes tight as a stream of pearlescent cum coated your skin. He hopped off the bed and grabbed the shirt he had been wearing previously. He wiped away his mess and gazed lovingly at you.

“I could use a shower. Join me?”

“Y—”

He cut you off. “You don’t have a choice.”

“Why ask me then?”

“... Due diligence?”

“I—I don’t think that’s what that means but… alright.”

#eren yeager x reader #eren jaeger x reader #eren yeager smut #eren jaeger smut #attack on titan smut #shingeki no kyojin smut #aot smut #snk smut #x reader #reader insert #.fics #.aot #.eren

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lovifie · 11 days

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I have something more to say about little organ stealer Johnny.

Tw: blood play, implied kidnapping, Johnny literally steals your kidney. DD:DNT, if this is not your cup of tea just ignore it 🩷 I'm not adding anyone from the taglist because I don't want to push it into somebody who's not into it

After waking up in the tub, the water around you icy cold with a few ice cubes left and a slight pinkish tone to it; you stand up, seeing the message and the name sewn into your body.

You push yourself to walk out of the room, your body barely responding to your wants by the loss of blood and the hypothermic state. Still, you manage to reach the table beside the sofa where the phone is supposed to be, but the earpiece is missing.

You need to lean onto the table when you bend forward, a stabbing pain in your abdomen making your stomach turn. It makes you focus on your hands, your shaking, cold and blue under your nailbeds hands; to try not to empty your stomach.

After a minute, you manage to stand up straight again. Well, as straight as you can be when you feel the need to stay bent forward so you don't feel the stitches pop open.

Looking around to try and find the damn phone, so you can call the police and tell them a fucking psychopath stole one of your vital organs.

Except you don't find your phone, you find the psychopath.

Standing in your kitchen, cooking, naked and with an apron.

Your apron!

The part of your brain that has seen too many action movies tells you to throw the living room chair at his head, but the other part of your brain, that has seen too many murder documentaries; tells you to slowly walk to the front door and escape while he's distracted.

And you start to believe it is going to work, until you try to turn the knob and the lock keeps the door from opening.

"Where're ye going?"

The little blood on your body left runs cold, the man's voice making you feel more frozen than when you were inside the freezing bathtub.

He can only see your back, licking his lips like a wolf at the sight of your trembling naked body. He walks up to you, making as little noise as possible only to make you jump when you suddenly feel his warm chest on your back, making him smile.

"Aren't ye a sight for sore eyes..." He whispers in your ear making you squeak like a little mouse that just stepped on a glue trap.

He presses his nose to the side of your face, inhaling your aroma and he groans at the bloody smell. "Ye haven't showered after your little bath, dove... I can smell yer blood on yer skin..."

You feel his face move to your back, his hands resting over your hips and then feel his warm wet tongue lap at your nape like a wet cloth.

You simply stay frozen, confusion and fear keeping you from moving meanwhile he keeps licking the skin of your back. From one shoulder to the other, like a dog with a bone. You feel the droplets of drool fall down your back, hearing him groan against your skin and a presence you'd rather ignore probing at your asscheek; the apron the only thing in between.

It's when he starts to get too excited, his fingers sinking into the flesh of your hips that you hiss at the feeling of the sutures being pulled. You worry that it may infuriate him that you interrupted his little session but then his demeanour changes.

The big hungry wolf turning into a sad puppy right before your eyes. Hugging you from behind making you tense even more if that is possible as he kisses your neck. "I'm sorry, lass... Didn't mean to hurt ye, ye just taste so good..."

He pulls back, almost whining for having to pull away from you. "C'mon, breakfast done."

So you turn around, wishing your friend had never come to visit, so you wouldn't be about to have breakfast, naked, with the man who stole your kidney the night before.

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gabessquishytum · 3 months

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Orpheus runs away, from Calliope and Dream.

His parents are getting a divorce - not that they've told him. Both his parents treat Orpheus like a baby; he's not a baby. And the house is either too loud with them yelling at each other (most times about him) or too silent with them stonily not talking to each other.

So Orpheus grabs some of his stuff and just goes. He makes it as far as his favorite duck park, near that neat pub that has the best hot chocolate that Dad will take him to some times.

He doesn't know what to do, he's got his little suitcase and sadness,,,,,and now the ducks.

Robin sees a kid with a suitcase sitting on the bench near the duck pond. He knows that his dad wouldn't want him to ignore a sad kid alone in the park.....so he goes over to say hi.

Orpheus has his head down, trying not to cry, when he sees bright pink, muddy, wellies in his field of vision. He looks up and sees a boy about his age with freckles, dark brown eyes and messy hair. The boy asks Orpheus if he's alright; Orpheus says he isn't. The boy says that's okay my dad can fix anything, do you want to come with me to talk to him?

Orpheus knows all about stranger danger, but the boy seems nice, and says that his dad is at their inn...Oh, Orpheus likes the inn with the hot chocolate. So when the boy, Robin, offers his hand, Orpheus takes it and his suitcase, and they walk to the inn.

Hob was working on the books and knew that Robin was mucking about in the park next door. And now he can even hear his voice a little over the afternoon din of the bar. He's probably talked the staff into making him an extra large (dinner ruining) hot chocolate.

He was not expecting to see Robin with another little boy who Hob didn't recognize, who seems to have a small suitcase with him.

Hob bending down to kiss his boy on the forehead: Hey, Songbird, who's your new friend?

Robin: This is Orpheus. I met him in the park. He needs help. And I told him you're the best at helping!

Hob knew encouraging Robin to help would get him in trouble, but he was expecting a stray puppy or feral cat, not a whole little boy. But okay, Hob will roll with it. And Hob listens as Orpheus tells him all about his problems.

By this point Dream and Calliope realize Orpheus is not in the house; that he's gone. They are frantic, especially after they find his little suitcase gone. He can't have gone far, he just can't have, so they each take a direction - Dream heads towards the duck park and then thinks to head to the pub, since he's been there a time or two with Orpheus. Maybe someone would have seen something.

Just as Dream was opening the door to the pub, his phone starts to ring. Hob had convinced Orpheus to give him his dad's number and was calling him.

Hob was actually walking towards to front door, leaving the boys with their giant hot chocolates, as the call connects,,,,bumping into Dream picking up his call.

Aww, I really feel for lil Orpheus here. With his little suitcase and his teddybear. He's convinced that his mum and dad are fighting because of him (and he's also just angry at them for fighting, because it’s scary). In the moment, living at the park with the ducks sounds like a very good alternative to home.

But of course once he gets there, he's rather scared and miserable, and quite happy to get inside with Robyn. Robyn's daddy seems very nice and sensible, and Orpheus is actually quite relieved that his mum and dad are going to come and get him. The hot chocolate is pretty good too.

Hob, meanwhile, has an armful of terrified skinny goth man, and about 45 seconds later, another armful of terrified beautiful goddess woman. He wrangles the two of them into the pub's little snug room (in sight of the boys), sits them both down with a hot chocolate each, and... tells them to start talking.

Dream and Calliope haven't agreed about anything for a very long time, but faced with a gorgeous, stern, doe eyed pub owner, they find themselves suddenly sympathising with each other. They're both blushing and squirming and hating themselves for being horny when they just nearly lost their son... but hey. At least they've got one thing in common now.

#the sandman #immortal throuple #dream x hob x calliope

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lovejosephquinn · 1 year

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I feel like it's horny season, all the thirst on my dash is killing me and the Paris con, don't even get me started ☠️ I'm not sure if you have done something like this before, but may I request Mr. Quinn shamelessly railing you after the con in a hotel room, because you've been feeling insecure about all the girls he met? Or something along the lines. Please 👉👈

It's horny season all year round on tumblr, don't you know? 💀 Especially this year, the year of Quinn istg 😫

Thank you for your request @iliveforotps, I hope it's what you wanted and more x

UNDER 18'S DNI.

It had been a long day, you'd watched on from the side lines Joe interacting with hundreds of fans at the Paris con, 90% of them female and usually it wouldn't bother you, maybe that was because you'd never been there to see it properly. You knew in the darkest depths of your mind that Joe was yours and only yours. But you couldn't help but feel a tad jealous over the way he was innocently flirtatious with a handful of them. It was his job at the con to please the people that had paid money to meet him, you had to walk away sometimes just purely so you didn't yell out anything stupid; you often think out loud and that was a dangerous game in this particular situation.

You decided to text Joe, letting him know you'd gone back to the hotel room a little earlier rather than waiting for him to finish his panel because you were 'tired.' An absolute shit excuse.

Laying on the bed silently sobbing, unsure as to why you'd let today get the better of you, there was absolutely no reason to be behaving like this, but here you were.

You heard they key card swipe across the door and in came your boyfriend, mid yawn rubbing his eyes walking in and locking the door behind him, finding you curled up under the sheets, not a word spoken, your eyes shut pretending to be asleep so you didn't have to face telling him the truth so soon. Joe knew you like the back of his hand and could tell something was up straight away, it was unlike you to not want to be by his side so when he received the text and read it after the panel he instantly worried about you.

"Baby?" He cooed, slipping off his jacket and shoes and climbing into bed next to you. Joe rubbed back and fourth down your arm, leaning over you and planting a kiss on your cheek. You couldn't ignore him.

"Hi." you whispered, a blank look on your face.

"Why'd you run off? I missed you." Joe pouted his lips like a sad child, instantly giving you the puppy eyes you adored to see. You hid your smile, Joe's head tilting to one side taking a hold of you and pulling you into him as he enveloped you in his arms, cradling you like a baby.

"Long story." You sighed, nuzzling your head into his chest, the scent of your boyfriend calming you ever so slightly, his warm embrace was hard to refuse.

"How long is long?" He questioned.

"Not very. I just-"

"You just?" Joe interrupted, you leaned upward to meet his face with yours.

"I just got a bit jealous today, seeing the way you were with all the... girls, it was just a bit much."

Joe smiled sympathetically. "Oh my beautiful girl, don't be so silly, you know I'm yours." You should of seen it coming in the second his lips crashed onto yours, your mouths opening up to prolong the kiss, tongues slipping and sliding in, Joe letting go of you and laying you onto your back and caging you between himself and the mattress; the way his arms flexed as he held himself above you. You drank in his features, your boyfriend was so undeniably sexy you couldn't help but gawk.

"Let me show you." He uttered, before meeting your lips once more, grinding his hips down onto your thigh, the way they tilted open so he could straddle between them, pushing himself into you whilst his lips caressed yours fiercely. Biting down on your lip earning a messy whimper from your throat.

"Is that what you want, does my girl need some attention the way only I can give her?"

You nodded slowly, staring down at the way he licked his lips, savouring the taste of your saliva that had been left on his mouth.

Joe rid you of your clothes thick and fast before undressing himself, ushering the sheets away so you were completely bare before him and vice versa. "Mmm, nobody compares to you, you're so fucking hot Y/N."

You liked that line, it even put a smile back onto your face, without any warning, he grabbed a hold of your legs pulling you to the end of the bed, hoisting your feet back onto the edge and spreading your thighs apart to reveal what he craved most.

"It's been a hell of a day and all I've wanted is to eat this beautiful little cunt, can I?" He uttered, kneeling down on the carpet before you, his pupils dilated and clearly hungry for a taste.

"Mhmm. Show me who you belong to and who you love most like you said you would."

Joe wasted no time in using his hands to open up your slit, showing your aching clit and the entrance that made his cock throb hard below. "With pleasure." His face smashed against your cunt, tongue rapidly licking up and down like a starved animal, lips instantly meeting your clit and wrapping them around it, sucking harshly and nibbling slightly, you grabbed a hold of your tits, playing with your nipples as his darkened eyes looked up to you, you felt his mouth smirk into you, his tongue flickering over your bud thick and fast.

"Just like that." Your hands grabbed a hold of his hair, pushing him inward and bucking your hips up, giving him no room to breathe but just devour. His tongue stroked down your cunt, lapping circles around your entrance. "This sweet pussy needs tongue fucking I think." He gestured in a questioned tone.

"P-please."

"Please what, my love?"

"Fuck my hole with your tongue."

"Absolutely." Joe hummed, his muscle sticking itself straight inside you, flattening out and curling around all the ways you enjoyed, making you writhe onto the bed, you were unsure of where to put your hands, so you pushed them back and grabbed a hold of the pillow, your back arching as he vibrated it around inside of you. Reaching his thumb up to vigorously attack your clit, you were so god damn close by this point, your moans were bouncing off the walls of the hotel room, his name being squealed loudly with all you could muster. Then he stopped.

Standing up to lean over and flipping you over onto your stomach, Joe's devious smirk reappeared. "On all fours, my cock will take your cum." Joe spat onto his cock, lathering it with his fingers making him hiss. "You see what you do to me? If this isn't clear enough to let you know I'm yours I don't know what is."

"Still don't believe you, prove it." You egged him on further, ready for the fuck of your life, a growl erupted from his throat, as if he hadn't already proved it, you irritated him a little with your words and with that, he plunged his cock into your hole, giving you no room to adjust, just all of his length crashing through the tightness of your cunt. Your moans hit an all time high as he shamelessly railed into you, his fingers bruising your hips using you as a prop to fuck you harder. "I'm fucking yours, you slut, don't second guess it." Joe screeched, his head falling back and eyes rolling into the back of his head.

"And you're mine, all fucking mine." Joe took a hand off of your hip and crashed it down to your ass cheek, spanking you hard, your face falling into the mattress as he pushed your back down so it was only your ass at cock level. "Yeah take my fucking cock baby, oh my-"

Your moans echoed in unison, the way he fucked you as hard as he did had you both in panting messes, his cock throbbing inside of you almost ready to burst. You pushed yourself backwards, creating a motion of you fucking into him as he fucked into you.

"Keep doing that, I'm going to cum. Are you close pretty girl?"

"I-I-" You couldn't say another word as your walls tightly caged his cock, his foreskin feeling the benefit and his tip hitting the base of your cervix. "Yes Y/N, yes!" His hand spanked you one last time along with one last thrust and he was spent, his cum flooded inside of you and you milked him for every drop.

"D-did t-that h-help." He could hardly make a sentence, his lungs had practically given up from how good that felt.

"Tell me one more time." You giggled, Joe pulled out of you and threw himself down next to you, leaning onto his side and tickling your ribcage.

"That's what I thought." His soft, loving smile returned along with the sparkle in the eyes that you loved so much, sealing the deal as he took a hold of you tightly, planting a light kiss, the taste of you still lingering. He was indefinitely yours, but maybe you'd be a little insecure more often if that was the endgame.

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silent-raven13 · 8 months

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When Miles prank Hobie🥺

After Hobie's little prank, Miles decides to prank him back. This was after he forgiven Hobie's little prank, he waited to do the prank.

"So you're gonna do it?" Gwen asked as they eat lunch together at Headquarters.

"Yup! A little pay back. I wonder what he'll do?" Miles hums.

"Probably freak out!" Gwen knows Hobie would probably go into panic mode. He loves Miles, too much.

"Awe, good! He got me so heated." Miles huffed.

His blond friend giggles, "Your gonna make your baby be sad."

"Good!" Miles grins widely.

Pav and Hobie came into the cafeteria to find their friends eating, "Hey guys!" Pav happily said to them.

Hobie cooly said, "Yo, Gwendy. Hey, Sunflower." He went to sit next to Miles to give him a kiss on the lips until Miles turn his head away from him. "Huh, luv? What's wrong?"

"Nothing, Hobie!" Miles hums as he eats, he glanced over at his man to find him frowning.

Pav laughs, "Oh, what did I missed? Did you two fight?"

"What no?" Hobie quickly turn to his partner being confused, "Luv, what's wrong?"

"Nothing, dude." Miles casually said as he chews his fried rice. "Mmm, this rice is so good. Try it, man."

Hobie pouts as he heard Pav gasp, "Did you two broke up? Miles, you always call him your bae or baby!"

Gwen giggles, "Yeah, Hobie. What happen?" As she plays along.

"Wha? Luv, what's wrong?" Hobie asked having to slouch over to his boyfriend being upset with hurt in his eyes, "Sunflower, tell me what's wrong! Did I hurt your feelings, luv?"

"Mmm," Miles ignores him as he eats.

"Sunflower!" Hobie whines being a child having to put on his puppy eye look. "This isn't funny!" He kisses Miles' cheek try to fix whatever got his boyfriend upset with him.

Pav watches with joy like a drama show. "Wow, I never seen Hobie be so sad."

"I never knew he can get sad." Gwen smiles with amusement.

Miles giggles feeling Hobie's kisses on his neck, "Hobie, stop!"

"No, until you tell me what's wrong. Is it because I didn't give you a hug or cuddles. Oh, I know, luv!" He picks Miles up to have him on his lap, "How about this?"

"BAE!" Miles finally said it out loud feeling embarrassed how his boyfriend picks him. They're both Spider-men, out in Spider Society and this was so sudden.

"Awe, there it is. It feels good when you call me that." Hobie's arms around Miles' waist with his lips on his boyfriend's neck placing kisses.

Miles giggles, "Stop. You're tickling me! You're good, bae. I was just pranking you as pay back!"

"I don't like it! Don't be cruel, Sunflower!" Hobie kisses him on the lips, "I apologize didn't I?"

"I still wanted pay back! Just so you know how I feel!" Miles kisses him back, "Mi amor."

"Mmm, everything is to the rightful order." Hobie sighs with relief with his face buried in Miles' chest.

"I thought you didn't believe in order?" Gwen asked.

Pav grins widely, "For real! Mr. I don't believe in order but chaos! Anarchy!"

"They're right. Maybe I should be chaotic and call you, dude more often." Miles jokes.

Hobie frowns, "No! You're the only order I allow, Sunflower. Keep calling me, your baby!"

"Okay, baby." Miles giggles as he lift Hobie's chin to kiss him on the lips, "Mi amor, *kiss* mi vida, *kiss* mi alma, *kiss* mi cielo, *kiss**kiss* mi nova guapo! *kiss**kiss**kiss*" They kiss being all mushy and lovey dovey.

"Oh brother. I think I lost my lunch." Gwen rolled her eyes.

Pav said, "Awe, it's giving teenage romcom. It's cute."

#punkflower #miles morales #hobie brown #spider verse #across the spider verse #spiderman #atsv hobie #spider punk #astv #across the spiderverse #spider man #atspv #flowerpunk

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adrift-in-thyme · 4 months

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@skyward-floored remember that anon asking about a birthday fic yesterday? That was me :D

I wrote you a little something to celebrate your special day! I hope you like it!

Happy Birthday!! 🎈🎉

Ao3 link

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Normally, Warriors would leave a guy to think. After all, he knows better than anyone the way working in a group can become a bit…suffocating. Being constantly surrounded by people will grow inevitably exhausting. It’s only right for one to go off on their own, seeking out some blessed solitude.

So, normally, if he had come across a certain hero sitting beside a quaint little stream, he would leave him to his duck watching and his thoughts and collapse onto his bedroll. But he has just come upon a certain hero sitting by a quaint little stream and he looks so absolutely pitiful that Warriors swears that he’s impersonating a kicked puppy.

And he can’t just leave him there, all sad and hunched over and shivery.

(Time and Arty are right, he guesses, he’s a hopeless softy.)

So, he sets aside his dreams of turning in early and starts toward him.

“Rupee for your thoughts, rancher?” He calls once he is within hearing distance.

Twilight startles and turns, blinking rapidly as though that will free him from his daze. Warriors keeps an easy grin on his face as his eyes roam the hero, cataloging what he sees.

Flushed cheeks, a light sheen of sweat on the brow, tremors running through the body, a glazed look in the eyes…and now a painfully hoarse voice as the rancher croaks his name in greeting. The captain suppresses a sigh. There can’t be any doubt about it, the rancher is sick.

He should’ve seen that coming — honestly, he had, though he’d shoved the suspicion back behind countless other strategies and worries and tasks. But he knows he isn’t the only one who picked up on Twilight’s less than perky attitude these past days. He had lagged behind the rest of the group, opting to plod along beside Sky instead of his usual place by Wild’s side. And that alone had arisen Warriors’ suspicions.

But he doesn’t comment about all that just yet. Even when Twilight turns away from him to cough harshly into his elbow. Wordlessly, he settles down beside him.

“You alright, Twi?”

He sets a steadying hand on his back as the coughs subside. Twilight takes a minute to catch his breath, his shudders growing more violent. But the glare he dredges up is no less severe than his usual.

“I’m not sick if-if that’s what you’re thinking.”

Warriors chuckles. “Well, now I’m thinking maybe you are. Because I alluded to no such thing.”

Twilight hums, looking completely unconvinced. Warriors doesn’t miss the way he leans into his touch, however, or the way his next exhale trembles. And he certainly can’t ignore it when, surreptitiously, he moves closer.

“I should’ve brought a blanket,” Warriors comments, mildly, when a few quiet moments have slid by. “You seem a bit cold. Too bad I left my scarf back at the camp.”

Twilight huffs a sigh. It quickly turns into another explosion of coughs.

“You should be back at the camp,” he grumbles, when he can once again drag in air, “not hanging around me. You’re gonna catch somethin’.”

A smirk lifts Warriors’ lips. “Ah, but I could’ve sworn that I just heard you claim that you weren’t sick.”

He senses more than sees Twilight’s eyes go wide. Then, the rancher lets out an annoyed groan.

“I swear y-you’re as bad as the old man.”

“Oh no, I can be worse.”

Another series of shiver races through him and Twilight ends up slumped against Warriors’ left side, teeth chattering audibly.

“S-somehow…I can believe that.”

Warriors chuckles. Carefully, he slides an arm around Twilight, holding him close. The hero practically melts into him.

“It’s a beautiful night at least,” the captain murmurs, gazing up above them.

The sky glows with the beginnings of twilight. Orange and purple and pink travel in streaks of dazzling fire across a canvas of deep blue. Upon the water, the display wavers, like paints just barely mixed upon a palette.

The air is temperate too, a warm breeze blowing through like a caress. He can’t help but be thankful for it. He’s almost certain that they all have had to endure sickness in a less than forgiving climate. In such circumstances, things seldom go well.

(He can’t help but think of Mask’s tale, told haltingly late at night after a dreadful nightmare. A tale of climbing a mountain with frostbitten feet and fingers and collapsing shivering and feverish at the door of a blacksmith’s hut.)

“Captain,” Twilight pipes up beside him, the word sounding positively painful, “do…do you ever feel a certain sadness at this time of day?”

Warriors hums, dragging himself from his thoughts. Something about that sentence sparks a memory within him, of a princess of twilight with the body of an imp and a heart of gold kept carefully concealed.

“I suppose so. Why?”

Twilight is smiling slightly when he looks at him, and there is sorrow in the expression.

“There’s another realm out there…”

“The Twilight realm.”

Twilight starts up, feverish gaze landing on Warriors. The captain laughs.

“Yes, I know of it. I knew it’s princess, as a matter of fact. We fought together during the war.”

Suddenly, Twilight looks more alert than he has all night. But then he shudders again and nearly loses his balance. Warriors pulls him close again, wrapping him in a half-hug.

“Midna? Y-you knew Midna?”

“I did.” The captain smiles, fondly. “She was a ferocious fighter…and a good friend. Though” — A teasing grin lifts his lips as he looks down at his brother “ — I always wondered why she chose to ride a wolf of all things into battle.

“But it makes a little more sense now.”

Even through his pallor, he can see Twilight’s cheeks flush. His face is a hurricane of emotion that Warriors feels he has little right to see. So, he turns back to the pond and watches as twilight overtakes the light of day.

“Did-did she mention me at all?” Twilight murmurs, finally.

Warriors cocks his head, weighing which words are best.

“No — not to me at least. But I think Midna was one who liked to keep things close to the vest. I think the wolf she rode was her way of…saying that she missed you.”

Twilight is silent for a few moments. Quiet reigns over the small clearing, save for the sounds of the rancher’s slightly congested breathing.

He should get him back to camp, Warriors thinks, get him some warm blankets and a potion and maybe some of Wild’s soup. But Twilight speaks up before he can voice any of those thoughts.

“I’m glad you got to meet her.” There is a tremulous smile in those words, a strength that the rancher always possesses, even when his energy is drained. “She…she was really somethin’ else.”

“Indeed she was.”

Twilight moves closer, resting his head on Warriors’ shoulder, and Warriors can’t help but feel that some unseen boundary has been broken from between them. Perhaps, this secret had weighed more heavily on the rancher than he had thought.

Well, that and the uncertainty of the princess’ feelings for him. That shattered mirror Twilight had spoken of hadn’t been the only thing broken.

“You know,” he says, as Twilight’s eyelids begin to droop, “next time you’re sick and missing your girlfriend, maybe just talk to someone instead of sitting out here all miserable and alone. I know a certain someone would call you an idiot for doing so.”

Twilight chuckles.

“She would, wouldn’t she?” He chokes out between hacking coughs. “She never held back.”

“No, she really didn’t.”

Warriors holds his trembling shoulders until the coughs are gone again. Then, he pats his shoulder.

“Alright, rancher, let’s get you back. You need your rest.”

Reluctantly, Twilight allows the captain to help him to his feet. He leans heavily against him, exhaustion dragging at his feet. And as the first star blinks itself awake, Warriors turns them toward the warmth of the campfire and their brothers’ company.

The shadows themselves seem to gather in their wake, a protection and an embrace.

#idk when your actual birthday is #but I know it must be close since December’s nearly over #so I thought I’d just publish this now #trin writes #ficlet #linked universe #linked universe fic #lu twilight #lu warriors #sick fic #hurt/comfort #light angst #fluff #midlink #mostly just implied but still

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tokkibbang00 · 2 months

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LOWKEY - C.BEOMGYU (2 - TEASER)

MINORS AND AGELESS BLOGS, DO NOT INTERACT. UNEDITED.

synopsis: You never drew a clear line between the both of you, so what stopped the both of you from fucking around with each other. It seemed like a good idea at first, but now, you aren't so sure anymore. It's been two weeks since you've seen Beomgyu. Were you ignoring him? Yes—and you'll do anything you can to prevent yourself from falling for him even further.

pairing: choi beomgyu x afab!reader

genre: fwb to ????, what the fuck are we?, college!au, kinda fluff & angst, slow burn (idk if you even count this as one)

teaser warnings: cursing (?)

a/n: a little surprise :]] coming soon!! <;33

teaser word count: 619

date posted: 02-22-24

part 1. txt masterlist. main masterlist.

The air felt thicker— heavier.

The both of you stood there facing each other. You couldn't bring yourself to look at him.

Wonwoo was right, you can't ignore Beomgyu forever.

“Beomgyu, can we please talk about this some other time?” You said louder, your voice being drowned out by the crowd that was cheering for the band playing on stage.

Frustration was evident on your face and your voice sounded tired.

He took a step closer towards you, he tried reaching for your hand but hesitated when he saw you hug yourself. His eyes searched yours for the nth time that night.

Beomgyu knows you, or at least— he thinks he does.

He couldn't understand why you were distancing yourself— or maybe he did and he just ignored it. He, himself, couldn't even understand how he felt.

“Y/N, please.”

You finally looked up at him. He had desperation written all over him.

He finally got a good look at you for the first time after weeks. Your eyes were cloudy, tired. Your face looked sullen.

Despite that, he still thought you looked beautiful. He hates himself for even thinking of it while you stood there in front of him with that look on your face.

Disappointment? Hurt? Sadness? Anger?

For the first time, he couldn't read you. It felt like you were too far for him to reach.

Your heart ached seeing him search your face for answers, but you're doing this to protect yourself from hurting even further.

“What do you even want to know? There's nothing I can tell you.” You said, your voice in the brink of cracking.

Beomgyu never felt like there was a wall between the both of you, but now he does.

“Why have you been avoiding me? Did I do something wrong?” He asked you, fingers reaching for your cheeks but you moved your head away from him.

“Tell me, Y/N.” His voice slowly failing him.

“Please...”

“Are you guys ready? Let me hear you scream!” The lead singer of the band said through the mic. The crowd cheered as the band built up the music.

A bitter laugh escaped your lips, “No, you didn't. You didn't do anything wrong.”

“Then, what? What did I do for you to resent me so much that you decided that ignoring me felt like that was the best solution there is?”

The frustration and hurt you've been feeling the past few weeks finally caught up to you, tears were threatening to escape your eyes.

Beomgyu tried to reach for you again, but you moved away from him.

“Stop. Don't. Touch me.”

He felt a pang in his chest when he heard you. Something he hasn't felt with you, until now. His lips parted to say something but his own words failed him, nothing came out of his mouth.

You stared at him.

You know that he knows. What's the use of saying it out loud?

The cheers for the band were becoming louder as they continued playing.

He looked like a hurt puppy standing in front of you.

You hated feeling this, you hated feeling guilty for something you weren't supposed to be guilty about.

“You really want to know why, Gyu?”

He looked at you.

That was the first time you've called him that in weeks, he realized. But why does it hurt hearing you say it?

Tears finally fell from your eyes, one after the other. Your fingers clutching on the cloth of your dress as you felt your chest tighten.

“I love you.”

Fireworks finally lit up the sky, the band was still playing and the crowd were in awe as they sang along— watching the colorful display that hovered over their heads.

NOTE: This story is purely fictional. Any traits or decisions of the story's characters do not reflect those of their real life counterparts. This is a work of fiction and is not real. Please separate fiction from reality.

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lizzie-is-here · 1 year

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bucky barnes oneshot

the white cat

bucky barnes x fem!reader

a late night stop at the animal shelter, a truck, and a dinner date

a/n: not bucky’s cat being named after the place he died 💀 anyway sorry i’ve disappeared i got busy lmao. BUT. i have an idea for a new series based entirely off a winterguard show i was told ab this year by dupont manual so we’ll see if it goes anywhere 👀

the white cat pt. 2

Working at an animal shelter had its benefits.

For all the sad stories you often had, you also got to save pets, watch them get healthier, and most of the time, go to a loving home.

Plus, every so often, a very attractive customer would come in, and, seeing as you are the only employee constantly in the so-called “meeting room” for potential adoptees, you would help them.

Today was one of those days. Or, rather, nights.

Technically, you were closed. Everyone else had left earlier and you’d stayed to clean up. You were sweeping up fur and treats, listening to the radio as you worked.

The man outside the window showed up around 8:56.

Normally, you’d be creeped out. A woman, alone, while a man stared at her through a window? It’s the plot of, like, every Scream movie.

But you recognized this man. He’d been showing up the past few days, not to ogle you, but to ask questions about the cats you had, what he’d need to buy, what kind of care they needed.

You’ve only seen him, never actually talked to him, but he seems sweet. A bit shy, very nervous.

“Hi.” You wave and the man looks behind him before pointing at himself. Laughing, you nod. “Yes, you.”

Setting down a cup of pens, you unlock and open the door for him.

“Sorry about coming in so late. Are you guys even open?” He fiddles with his glove-covered hands, turned a bit awkwardly so his left side is further away.

You shrug, not wanting to scare him off. “We can be. What can I help you with?”

He scratches at the back of his neck before pointing towards the back. “Can I get a cat?” He pauses before barreling on. “I’ve done all the research, got all the stuff set up back at my apartment, and honestly…”

He trails off a bit. “I think it’d help with some… stuff.”

You understand. Plenty of people need company, and you could confidently say that animals provided plenty of that.

“No problem,” you smile. “Come with me.”

Leading him back, you don’t comment on the fact that he makes no noise when he walks, or how a soft, pleasant whirring like quiet machinery has reached your ears.

The meeting room has a few beanbag chairs, a table, and cat and dog toys scattered around. The mystery man sits cross-legged on the floor, looking up at you with eyes that make you think he might be the puppy.

He looks around, a little lost. ��So, what do I…”

You pick up where he leaves off. “Are you looking for anything particular?”

He shakes his head, and some of that shyness seems to shake away too.

“No, I trust your judgment.” He smiles. You ignore the warmth in your cheeks and whisk away to the back, looking into the kennels until you find what you’re looking for.

A young cat, only a few months old. Just came in last week. Every time that man has come in, she’s been excited.

“Alpine, sweetie, c’mere.” You gently coax her into your waiting arms, cradling the white fluff as you head back to the room.

It’s impossible to miss how his eyes light up when he sees you, even more so when he spies the cat.

You sit across from him, so close your knees touch, and pass off Alpine.

“She’s so small,” he whispers, almost reverently. You chuckle, watching her climb unceremoniously into his lap.

“She likes you. Been trying to see you all week.” His eyes are still fixated on the little white blob that contrasts his jacket. “Her name’s Alpine, unless you wanna change it?”

He pauses, laughs a bit like there’s some inside joke there, and shakes his head. “No- no, Alpine’s perfect.”

A few minutes later, he’s filling out the paperwork and making small talk when you finally notice his name and age.

James Buchanan Barnes, age 106.

The ex-Winter Soldier. The Howling Commando. The Fallen Sergeant.

He notices you mentally smacking yourself and holds out his right hand.

“Hi, I’m Bucky. Sorry I didn’t say anything earlier,” he chuckles.

You wave a hand. “Don’t worry about it. Sorry if I made you feel weird.”

Bucky shakes his head and readjusts Alpine. Steeling his nerves, he gives you his best smile and finally does the second thing he was hoping to achieve tonight.

“No, no, you didn’t make me feel weird at all. In fact-“ He meets your curious gaze. “-I was wondering if you like to go out sometime?”

You can feel the blush you know he can see, but manage to respond anyway.

“Yeah, I’d really like that, actually.”

Apparently, he isn’t expecting you to say yes so quickly, and pauses for a bit.

“I- Uh, what’s a good time?”

You gesture around. “I get off work tomorrow at 7:30?”

“I’ll be here.”

The two of you enjoy the moment, Alpine purring softly in Bucky’s arms. It’s perfect.

Until a car horn honks from outside. Heading out, you see a truck with three other people in it.

Three other Avengers, to be exact.

“Thought you’d never be done!” Sam Wilson jokes from the driver’s seat. From the passenger’s, Natasha Romanoff waves while Steve Rogers opens the back door for the soldier next to you.

Bucky rolls his eyes.

“I’m sorry, they’re being stupid,” he grumbles. “But, I’ve only got a motorcycle, so I needed some help.”

“It’s cute that they came along,” you say. “Still on for tomorrow?”

He laughs and gestures to the truck. “If those heathens haven’t scared you away, then yes. Absolutely.”

“I’ll see you then?”

“See you then, doll.”

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🐚 SEASHELL: let's look for beautiful things on the beach! send me a line from a book, song, or movie/tv show and a character and i'll write a short (<1k) blurb for you: For either Remus or James, whichever you think would work best, can I request "I write our names down in the sand, picturing all our plans" from What If by Colbie Caillat please?

this struck me as something james would literally do, so that's what i've written for you, darling <3

The beach isn't exactly like what you've seen in the films, but it's not too far off, either. The boys are messing about somewhere, throwing something around or doing handstands or whatever boys do when they want to amuse themselves and show off at the same time. You've perched yourself on a perfectly nice bench looking out at where the rocks turn to sand turn to ocean.

As far as a day with you boyfriend and his friends go, it hasn't been bad. The sun has been out but it's not been too hot and James bought you a 99 and then another when someone bumped into you and you dropped it. You can still taste the sweetness of his kiss when he laughed at your shock.

You lean on the bench and tilt your head back to enjoy some more sunshine. Life, when it slows down like this, can really be quite lovely.

You hear James before you open your eyes.

"No, don't step on it you idiots! Go around it, it's not that hard."

His voice grows louder and you hear his soft chuckle once he gets close. "Are you sleeping, love?" he asks.

You open one eye. He's standing there with his hand on his hips, his shirt unbuttoned at least two buttons too many to be considered decent, his pants rolled up to his mid-calves. His shoes are nowhere to be seen and he looks windswept and beautiful, eyes bright behind his dirty glasses.

"What if I was?" you say. He scoffs and reaches for you, tugging you up and into his arms with a groan.

"Take off your shoes, please."

You frown at him. "I don't want to get sandy, James." It's no use -- he turns on the puppy eyes. He's a little shit and he knows you'll do as he asks like this.

So you toe off your shoes and socks and he gallantly grabs them from you and tugs you towards where his are lined up next to what you can only assume is the rest of the boys' shit.

"Now, close your eyes." You sigh and obey. He grabs both of your hands and leads you over the sand. You can hear the other boys jeering in the background.

"Are you about to propose to me, James?" you joke. That's a someday thing and you both know it, so he better say no.

"No," he says, sounding a bit offended. "You think I'm going to propose to you in front of these tossers?"

"Hey!" Sirius yells. James ignores him and turns you around a little bit, then stands behind you with his arms around you and his chin on your shoulder.

"Okay, look, please." You open your eyes and blink in the sunlight. On the sand in front of you James seems to have written your names in a heart with a whole bunch of shells and plants and rocks from the beach decorated around it.

You laugh, delighted. "You spent all the time I was over there alone doing this?" How did you not notice?

James can hear that you're pleased, even if you think it's a little silly. He kisses your cheek sloppily. "You know me, darling. I've got to have something to do or I'll go nuts. And staring at you looking so pretty over there was getting a bit too obvious."

"The tide is just going to wash it away," you say, sounding a bit sad. You wish you had a camera to take a photo of it.

James shrugs and you feel it more than see it. "S'okay," he says. "It was worth it for the way you laughed." You roll your eyes and turn in his arms.

"Flirt," you say. He grins, his dimple begging to be kissed, so you do.

"You love it!"

You laugh again. You do.

join the celebration!

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Sweethearts. / Eddie Munson X Cheerleader Reader!

Prompts: (it's super cute, honestly, they're being too sweetheart here). cheerleader reader + Eddie. the writing stems from their cute moments together, Eddie's first time going to the school sports game to see you, moments together in his van to share songs they both love and can sing together, lots of cute phrases being exchanged for each other, Eddie's insecurities about you not wanting to be seen with him (which is clearly not true), and you dealing with Eddie's bullying and et al... just lovers being lovers!

Words: 3,2K.

On tiptoe, you scanned the bleachers looking for him. You hadn't asked him to watch you properly, but you thought you'd done a good job dropping hints about it. Even though you would understand if he didn't show up, you couldn't hold back and let yourself feel sad that he wasn't there.

"Here," your friend grabbed your shoulders before you could stare at your toes in sad eyes again. Turning you a little more to the side, she smiled as she saw your face light up. "Geez, you really made Eddie Munson come to a Hawkins basketball game."

Too busy to answer her, you waved eagerly at the curly mess in your field of vision. He was serious, almost as if he didn't want to be there, his hands were in the pockets of his jacket and if it weren't for his smile, as well as his bright eyes beaming upon meeting you among the other girls, you would think he was cursing himself inside for having come. In response, you jumped up excitedly, waving your arms even more, he reciprocated with elated waves. Before returning to your right position on the back court, you blew him a kiss, and without hesitating for being in the midst of so many people, he pretended to take it, amid his dramatic expressions, and put it in his pocket. If before he felt strange for entering that place, receiving dirty looks, sighs and mean comments at him, now seeing how happy you were to have him there he couldn't be feeling any better.

You did your best at the dances and pirouettes, feeling a little uncomfortable knowing he was watching. You knew he wouldn't judge you, but still you couldn't stop thinking about how this wasn't his ideal scenario, and still he was there. Taking deep breaths, you tried to push the intrusive thoughts out of your head, you knew he liked you and that was why he was there.

Without properly catching your breath, you and the girls announced the end of the game. Even among the cheerleaders, some people greeted you and while you thanked them for watching, you walked up to Eddie without even looking directly at whoever that was talking to you. He kept the smile on his face, opening his arms for you and without even realizing it you gave a little impulse to throw yourself on his neck. He wrapped you in a tight hug and politely pulled your skirt down, leaving his hand there preventing it from going up. It was a habit of his, at some point you'd remember telling him you wore shorts underneath it. You stuck your nose in his hair, letting his curls nestle against you as he buried his face in your neck so your scent could comfort him. As soon as your feet hit the floor, you both looked at each other affectionately, as if there was no one around making enough noise to be ignored like that. Avoiding thinking too much, you took a step towards him and kissed him. Your lips were icy cold and his did a good job of keeping you warm, it was quick but special, for both of you, even though you were always together and the people at school were suspicious of you, you had never kissed in public like this. You could feel the eyes on you. His hands stayed on your waist, keeping you close to himself and your eyes were content to stay fixed on his lips, unable to meet his puppy's brown balls. He kissed your cheek, and then forehead, distributing several peaks there. He always did it, and you would love it every time.

"Sorry for being late, my uncle needed the van." he explained, taking off his jacket and giving it to you right away. "Put it on, you look cold." He realized he was right as soon as his fingers touched yours.

"I don't mind, I'm glad you're here anyway," you hugged the fabric, feeling his scent enveloping you. Smiling, still not being about to look him in the eye properly, you took his hand. "I mean, I know it's not your favorite place, so I appreciate you coming tonight. It means a lot to me."

Rubbing his thumb into your palm, he felt like a 13-year-old blushing over some school crush. "Well, better get used to it then, you look way too gorgeous in that thing and it's nice to see you dancing," he said sincerely, making you squeeze his hand a bit as you sank your fingers into your face. "I like to see you happy, I'll be here as many times as necessary." He lifted your chin so you were looking at him, with you not saying anything just smiling and biting on your lip, he kissed your nose. "Are we still going to have lunch? You promised me we would, just sayin'." He said it louder than he'd been talking before, trying to break the tension he'd caused. You laughed in agreement, pushing him to you so you could walk side by side.

"Huh, I must be very important then," you teased, in a low tone. You started playing with his rings, hugging his arm as you walked between the people on your way to the exit. He was the attention of the moment, unfortunately not a good one. The whispers about you weren't pleasant. You didn't care, but you were afraid Eddie would realize that without you this wouldn't happen and then choose not to be with you. As long as he didn't care about it, you wouldn't give a damn.

He was confident, he made it seem like no one was there. Keeping his eyes straight ahead, and squeezing your hand to him, he kept going. "Yeah, you must be," he said, already more affectionate, realizing that as much as he was used to it, you weren't.

In a silence that was neither uncomfortable nor comfortable, he opened the back door of the van, pulling out a black T-shirt. Your smile turned into a frown. "Wait, what you're doin'?" You asked being a bit late. He pulled the shirt he was wearing from the hellfire club over his head, without delay and very nimbly. Your eyes widened and you made yourself dizzy as you couldn't decide if you were going to turn your back on him or just stare. You felt pathetic.

"I'm not naked, pup," he chuckled, coming closer and gripping your waist. Pulling your hands away from your face, he smiled at how embarrassed you were. "You're cute."

"And you're a bit too fit for my liking," you looked away, going to the door of the van. He followed you in to help you up. Feeling flushed in his cheeks, he knew he would never be able to imagine how much it took in terms of trusting your own words for you to admit that.

"If you're saying," he said already beside you in the van. You were still a embarrassed mess. Going through his stuff, he took some tapes in his hand and placed them in your lap. "Go, pick one." He waited, already imagining your reaction.

"Oh my god, that's Kath Bush!" You showed him the object with the purple cover photo you knew well. He didn't look away from the road, but it was comfort to know that even without looking at you, he was entirely there for you.

"Max said you liked it."

"And then you got it?" You asked excitedly, putting the tape to play.

He nodded, seeing your smile widen as the voice he found a little too irritating filled the van. Before he could even respond, you faked an imaginary microphone with your hands and tried your best to mimic the way Kate sang her songs. At your exaggerated facial expressions, he chuckled, mentally thanking Max.

"I'm glad you enjoyed it, little one." He whispered still enthusiasm with how you were beaming to the lyrics.

"Did you know," you took a break for some air. "That Kate Bush was kind of discovered by David Gilmour?"

"Yeah, I've heard about it at some point," he waited for you to continue.

"So, yeah, isn't it as if we are interconnected to each other?" You asked solemnly, glancing at him as you turned your attention to the road, just strumming the remaining melody with your fingertips on your leg. "I kind of like the thought of it."

"Yeah, sounds like a great thought, I'll like to think like that too." Taking a deep breath, he said. "So, have you been researching the bands I like?"

Soon, his large hand was on your thigh, pressing his fingers into the spot lightly. Almost involuntarily, you bit your lips in a smile, you knew he wouldn't move up or down, you loved the comfort it brought you. Then, you placed your palm over his, running your skin through his rings. Feeling him intertwine your fingers with his, you felt your chest warm.

"Yeah," you stated, a little embarrassed. "I needed to hear what you liked, and, huh, I really liked one," frowning, you pretended to forget something you had heard for hours early this morning. "Black Sabbath, Ozzy Osbourne's voice is quiet addictive."

He widened his eyes and for a minute you thought he might crash the van. "No way in hell you liked them!"

"Yep, I did," you insisted, knowing he was just overreacting; in the kind Eddie way of being. "Generals gathered in their masses/Just like witches at black masses," you turned your imaginary microphone to your hand. He actually looked delighted, as if he had won the lottery.

"Evil minds that plot destruction/ Sorcerer of death's construction," he continued the lyrics, loud and deep in his lungs. You faked the guitar in your hands, projecting the sounds with your mouth and suddenly you were a mess inside that small space, overtaking Kate's voice which was now in the background. He was happy, so you were twice as happy.

The rest of the trip went on like this, as did all trips, small and long, that you took from now on. As much with the artists you liked as with his.

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Opening the door for you to walk through, you noticed how the fact that his shirt was all black highlights how cute his hair and eyes and smiles were, you wished that was the reason for the sudden shirt change. You didn't like to think that he'd had the need to switch because he'd be embarrassed to hang out with you wearing the hellfire club one (he looked dead gorgeous in it), you hoped you were being paranoid and that your mind was just being mean about it. Anyway, you would remember asking the boys (or even Eddie) for a T-shirt like that for you, the design was made by him, and you liked it, you would love to have one for you and be able to wear it to school; you couldn't wait to be part of the club as well.

"You're good?" He put his hand on your waist, guiding you to a table. He always kept ahead of you when you were walking, even if it was a few inches, you thought that was cute. "Pup?"

"I'm fine," you said realizing he asked due to your sudden tension. Your head already started repeating the order you would make to the waitress in your mind, over and over. So, not that it was something difficult, you found yourself nervous because you knew that you would need to talk to someone new, who you didn't know and who had never talked before. Something normal, but that you hated every time. "Yeah, I'm good." He chuckled a little, knowing full well what it was about.

You sat next to him at the place's table, playing with your fingers and picking at your nails, without even looking at the menu. Taking your hands in his, Eddie let you mess up his rings, he was aware you would soon steal one or some of them that would eventually become yours, he liked it, it helped you to calm down. He was used to it by now, and he didn't see any problems.

"Will you want the usual?" You nodded, too busy to speak as you repeated your request over and over in your head.

"Okay,"

"Does the couple already know what they want?" The girl on roller skates was nice. You took a deep breath, doing as you had planned inside your head; as soon as Eddie finished ordering his, you'd say yours.

"And for the little one," he referred to you, who felt the breath fail in your lungs. He had already spoken and you wouldn't even know what he had asked for. "A medium chips, a large strawberry milkshake and a cheeseburger, no pickles. Not a big fan." He said it exactly the way you would say it.

As the girl walked away, he swore he could see in your body how relieved you were. On a deep sigh, you hugged him to your side, kissing his cheek and making him laugh softly. "My hero,"

"Thank you," and as a curse, your and his peace did not seem to last long.

He wrapped his arm over your body, snuggling you into him. "Whenever you need!" He concluded with his hand dramatically over his chest. You hoped he knew how much that meant to you. He was sure he would do that as often as possible so he wouldn't have to see you anxious.

"We have the company of some players from the basketball team, apparently it's not just us who like the food here." He said in a low tone, scratching his hair. He released his arm around you a bit in case you didn't want to be seen by them being so close to him, but then you hugged him tighter and he understood that you didn't mind. Clearly, he couldn't hold back his genuine silly smile at that.

"I mean they've always been assholes to me, hard to be different. But I don't mind, I even like it, it keeps me entertained." He shrugged. "And, please, not saying that you think that, but don't think that they treat me that way because of you, they've always been that way."

"It's not that bad," you looked at Eddie, luckily he was still oozing happiness. It was horrible to think that you both knew it was unavoidable that he would suffer from it, simply because Eddie wasn't labeled by them as "acceptable", given that your boyfriend was far more decent than most of them, if not all of them. "Right?"

You laid your head on his shoulder, still with him wrapping you to him. It had a maximum of 4 players, Jason included. You didn't really talk to them before going out with Eddie, just the basics and out of politeness, but after Munson you started to ignore their existence. Fortunately, your friends, involved in cheerleading with you, support you and even thought you were cute together. Either way, it would always be Eddie above any of them, you never heard anything good from either of them in the halls. You don't care how people at school would be labeling you.

As soon as the waitress delivered your orders, Eddie putted your food, already anticipating that you wouldn't take it all and then he'd have to eat the rest. Still with the nice girl on roller skates nearby, you heard one, "He's going to ruin Y/N." Followed by a, "How can Y/N not see that he can finish them off?" Jason concluded, relating it to past events. Your eyes watered and your throat went dry, you didn't like the way they treated Eddie at all; and you felt that things had intensified with you being together.

"Just ignore them," Eddie commented, taking a sip of his Coke. You could tell he didn't really care, yet he was uncomfortable seeing it affect you. "It's okay."

"I don't care if you don't." You said angrily, arms crossed.

"Good, it's perfect then," he pulled out a potato chip and brought it to your mouth in a cute smile. "That's my pup." His voice was lower, affectionate.

Having to get past you, they bestowed more disapproving looks and evil whispers at your table, as they passed Eddie, one of them tugged on his hair, screaming on his ear that he was a freak. You looked carefully, realizing that when you were around Eddie didn't even use sarcasm as a response; he just avoided chaos as much as possible. Without further thought, you stood up and pulled the boy's hair even tighter, not forgetting to mention one, "You're a fuckin' idiot, you stupid shit." Showing him your middle finger. Eddie chuckled, holding onto your waist so you wouldn't go towards anyone, however, seeing the imbecile take a step towards you, he did not hesitate to get up and stand in front of you. "No, no, no, you won't lay a finger on this one." You've never heard him sound more serious (and sexier). Fortunately, the boy soon backed off, being dragged out by Jason, who by the way, looked at you like you'd been changed from water to wine. You liked the feeling.

"Fuck," you muttered, adrenaline still coursing through your veins. You were a little scared, you couldn't lie.

"Okay," Eddie sighed, looking you up and down to see if you were okay. "That was quiet hot of you, I won't judge, but for God's sake, don't ever do that again!" He put you back in his arms, then forced you to sit down again (more for him to calm down than you).

"I don't know 'bout that," you said, straightening your flared skirt and getting more comfortable. "I quiet enjoyed doing this." you grinned, getting a smile and a shake of the head in denial in your direction as you sipped your milkshake.

"Are you really dating me to scare them?" He joked, making you spit some of the liquid on you and the table. You both knew he was the sweetest person in Hawkins. He was a great influence, to be honest. In between chuckles, he gave you napkins to clean up. "Seriously, that was pretty hot like I said, but don't do it again, please. I don't want you to get hurt, even when I'm not around. They're always like that, probably more now because we've only been together for a short time and we're still brand news on their radar but soon it will subside, just try to ignore them next time, promise?" He whispered in a serious tone, albeit with the same features as the playful Eddie you loved so much. You felt better knowing the night wouldn't be a fiasco since they weren't there anymore. And yet, you didn't like it and you didn't want them treating Eddie badly at any time.

You kept yourself busy with your drink.

"C'mon," he snorted, touching his shoulders to yours. "Promise me."

"Okay, I promise, love." You arched your brows, planning, like a whirlwind of ideas, how you might affect, violently or not, the boys on the basketball team who pissed off your boyfriend.

You wouldn't let it go. Eddie sensed it, but didn't know that side of you well enough to know what to expect, so he just let it go (something he knew he would later regret).

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