#a single tear sliding down my face as I remove all but one from any given work

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#good omens #ineffable husbands #I AM NOT IMMUNE TO ‘DEAR BOY’ OVERUSAGE #a single tear sliding down my face as I remove all but one from any given work #also yes this is in reference the amor fati comic which #has a double length chapter dropping (hopefully) later tonight #AND A DEAR BOY #at that

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Single Dad!Eddie x Fem!ReaderSeries

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Summary: Grandma's funeral brings out a side of Ms. Sweetheart that Eddie hasn't ever seen, leaving the two of them questioning everything they've built up together.

Warnings: funeral service (I tried to keep it as neutral as possible so it could apply to any religion), mentions of cause of Grandma's death, failed attempt at sex, pretty much all angst sorry

WC: 5.1k

Chapter 10/20

Divider credit to @saradika Harris's note credit to @girlwiththerubyslippers

Eddie can’t remember the last time he went to a funeral. It might’ve been for one of Wayne’s friends, or a distant great-aunt twice removed. He doesn’t even own a proper suit for such an occasion; everything he’s wearing actually belongs to Wayne. He smooths down the creases in his black slacks; the material of anything other than worn denim is foreign against his legs. The elbows of his coat jacket are patched, and he slides his palms over them in embarrassment.

He takes a seat in one of the back rows, trying to remain as inconspicuous as possible while the other mourners file in. There’s a pit growing in his stomach as his gaze swoops to the coffin resting at the front of the room. The realization that Grandma was inside was almost too much for him to handle, and he’d only met her a month ago. He hadn’t known her when she was…herself, but he saw glimpses of her now and again. The last time he was over for a Wednesday night dinner, she rested her head on his shoulder as though she’d done it a million times. You’d mouthed sorry, but Eddie had simply smiled and let Grandma stay there as long as she wanted. If he was being honest, he felt special, knowing that she was comfortable with him.

Eddie’s eyes are only drawn from the casket when he sees you walk among your family. He immediately takes note of your face, normally soft and vibrant, now stoic and emotionless. It’s a sharp contrast to your relatives, who wear their grief through bloodshot eyes and tear-stained cheeks. The hymn playing in the background fades out as a man speaks up at the podium. 

Eddie’s barely listening, keeping his attention on you. He watches your mouth move as you recite the prayers along with the rest of your family, though he’s only half-listening to them. He’s never been one for organized religion, but he echoes the closing statement when everyone else does. 

That’s when you stand up, smoothing down your dress at the back of your thighs, and walk towards the front of the room. You’re clutching a piece of paper in your hand, which Eddie notices is slightly trembling. He locks eyes with you, dragging his teeth along his bottom lip and offers the smallest of encouraging smiles. You acknowledge it with a tiny nod in his direction before taking a deep breath and beginning the eulogy. 

“Um, h-hi.,” you start, stumbling over your words awkwardly. You clear your throat and try again. “Thank you all for coming to honor and remember Grandma. It’s evident that she meant a lot to so many people. 

“When I was writing this eulogy, I kept thinking about who she was as a person.” You don’t let your gaze drift from Eddie’s, and you could swear that he’s the only force keeping you from crumbling to the ground in a heap of grief. “For a lot of us, we wonder what ‘big thing’ will define our lives. The occasion that people will remember us by, you know? But with Grandma, there wasn’t one ‘big thing.’ Her life was a series of little kindnesses that she made sure to sprinkle into her everyday life. Like, when I was a kid, my dad broke his ankle. My mom couldn’t leave me home alone, so Grandma drove him to and from the hospital and stayed with him while he waited. She always took care of us. 

“One of my favorite memories is how she would bring me a bouquet of flowers after every dance recital I was in. She’d be waiting for me by the stage door with a big smile on her face, telling me what a great job I did, even if I totally messed up…she was the best. All she wanted was for the people she loved to be happy. 

“And that’s what I associate with Grandma—love. How much I loved her, and how much she loved us. Just a few weeks ago, she was sharing Oreos with the kid I tutor, and it reminded me of how she used to be with me.” At that line, Eddie feels his lip quiver, tears dampening his lashes, and he ducks his head to keep you from seeing him break. This time, it’s more for your sake than his, since you’re leaning on him to remain upright. “I encourage all of you to find the little kindnesses in life, and to be the kindness in someone’s day. 

“Grandma, you are already so missed. I hope you’re seeing the values you instilled in each of us. Rest easy. We’ll take it from here.” The only sounds in the entire room are the heels of your shoes clacking on the floor and sniffling from nearly everyone else in the congregation. You take your seat quietly, bowing your head as though trying to hide.

The rest of the service is a blur of hymns and prayers; nothing, Eddie notes, nearly as moving as the eulogy you gave. He barely notices when the people around him start moving, keeping a watchful eye on you. You’re trying to blend in amongst your black-clad relatives, but Eddie has no problem finding you. He cranes his neck just in time to see your family make a right through the doors, while you pivot left. 

Instinctively, his hands tuck into his pants pocket as he fumbles for his cigarettes and lighter. He has no idea what to say to you, no idea where to even begin. He needs a smoke or three to clear his head before he sees you and stammers out some half-witted acknowledgment of your loss. There’s no time for that; however, because as soon as he steps outside, he sees you sitting on the steps. It’s freezing outside, but your arms are bare, and Eddie can see the prickle of goosebumps lining your skin.

“What are you doing out here by yourself?” he asks, drawing your attention as he takes a seat next to you. He shrugs off his own jacket, placing it over your shoulders without a second thought. 

You offer him a sad smile, tugging the coat so it covers more of you. You didn’t realize how cold you were until you felt the contrast of his body heat. “Trying to avoid my family,” you admit, placing your hand over Eddie’s. “Could you take me home? I got a ride here from my uncle, but I really don’t want to go out to eat with everyone.” They’re probably arguing over where to get lunch right now, acting as though their matriarch isn’t about to be lowered into the ground.

“You sure?” Eddie’s eyebrows pinch together in concern. “I mean, I don’t mind, but I don’t want to take you away from them or anything.” He can picture the sneers he’ll receive, a pit forming in his stomach.

You remain unfazed to the conundrum he faces. “Trust me, you’d be doing me a favor. I can’t…” your voice catches, so you restart your sentence. “I can’t sit there while everyone’s smiling and laughing. That’s what happens when an old, sick person dies; people don’t even try to hide their relief. I need…I need to be alone.” You tuck your lips inside your mouth, attempting to bury your feelings.

Eddie nods, reaching over to take his keys out of the jacket you’re now wearing. “Yeah, no, I get it. We can get outta here.” He stands up, takes your hand in his to help you to your feet, and leads you to the car as inconspicuous as possible. The last thing either of you need is to be confronted by one of your relatives.

The two of you sit in the car quietly, without even the radio on. Eddie can’t remember the last time he’s had a silent car ride; he either has music playing, Harris yammering his ear off, or a combination of both. He keeps his hands at ten and two, internally debating whether or not to rest one on your knee. It wouldn’t be a sexual thing, not even close, but he doesn’t want you to get the wrong idea. His grip remains steady, the hum of the engine is the only sound.

You take this time to study him, taking in the crow’s feet that line the edges of his eyes, the tiny patch of stubble that he’d missed while shaving, the slight dimple in his chin. You try and turn before he can catch you, and though your efforts are fruitless, he doesn’t quite call you out on it. “Y’good?”

“Y-Yeah,” you stutter, smoothing a part of your dress that isn’t wrinkled. “Could you come inside for a little while? I thought I wanted to be by myself, but I really want you to stay.”

You really want him to stay. Not just that you need company, but you want him specifically. The notion sets all of Eddie’s nerve endings alight. “‘Course,” he replies, perhaps a bit too casually to cover up his excitement over the realization that he brings you some form of comfort.

When he pulls into the apartment complex’s parking lot and shuts off the ignition, he takes the opportunity to hold your hand again. It’s so much different than when he held it a few days earlier on your date, when there was an atmosphere of joy and hope. Now it’s like he’s pulling you along, like his lead is what has you placing one heel-clad foot in front of the other.

You unlock the door, accidentally leaving the key within its latch, and Eddie quietly removes it and places it on the table. His fingers ghost your biceps to remove your–his–coat from your body, but you just pull it on farther like a safety blanket.

“Y’want coffee? ‘M gonna put on a pot,” you offer quietly, already heading over to the kitchen. You scoop out a serving of coffee grounds for you, inhaling the hazelnut scent before dumping it into the basket, glancing over at him for his response.

“Uh, yeah, sure,” he nods, and you put another scoop in before filling the carafe with tap water. With a flick of the power button, the Black + Decker rumbles and kicks on, and the drip drip drip of coffee fills the room.

You grab two mugs from the cupboard and place them on the counter. “How’d you even find out about the funeral?” 

Eddie walks over, though he feels as though he can’t get close enough. He just wants to hold you tight and never let go, but you’ve put up some sort of barrier that he can’t quite interpret. “Oh, um, I asked Byers. I hope you don’t mind–I tried calling you, but it said the line was disconnected.”

Your cheeks burn. “That was Grandma.” Eddie looks confused–rightfully so–and you elaborate. “The morning that she…she got annoyed with the phone ringing, so when I wasn’t looking, she took the scissors and cut the wire.”

Eddie’s jaw drops in disbelief. “You’re joking.”

“I wish I was. I left the house for a few minutes to get a new phone, and when I came back, she’d fallen asleep and…” you swallow thickly, rummaging through the refrigerator for the tiny carton of half-and-half, “…and she never woke up. First call I made with the new phone was to 9-1-1, but it was too late.” Too late. That’s what the EMTs told you: I’m sorry, but it’s too late. 

“Oh, Sweetheart. My sweet girl…” Eddie’s heart lurches, and he instinctively reaches out to you. One hand lays between your shoulder blades while the other rubs up and down your spine. He’s careful not to let it drop too low, never going past the small of your back. Though you’re pressed flush to his chest, there’s still a strange disconnect between you. 

Despite every urge you have to cling to him, you pull away and shove a teaspoon into the sugar bowl, sliding it towards him on the counter. “S’okay. I mean, it’s not, but…they said she’d had a heart attack. If I didn’t get the phone, I wouldn’t have been able to call for an ambulance anyway.” The dripping of the coffee maker slows as it finishes brewing. “Only thing I could do is go back in time and stop her from cutting the wires, and Melvald’s was all outta time machines,” you joke, but it falls flat.

Eddie frowns, crossing his arms over his chest as he leans against the countertop. “You don’t have to do this, y’know.”

“I’m sorry?”

“Pretend like you’re alright,” he explains, voice hardly louder than a whisper. He tucks a lock of hair behind his ear.

You feel an anger rising within you, though you’re unable to pinpoint its origin. “I am alright,” you insist through gritted teeth.

Eddie shakes his head, peering at you through his impossibly long eyelashes. “It’s okay to be sad–”

“Don’t you get it, Eddie?” You cut him off with a snap, slamming the coffee pot down so harshly that it almost cracks. “I’m not sad. I’m not relieved. I’m not anything. My grandma just died, and I don’t feel a goddamn thing! It’s like I’m some kind of monster.”

“Hey, hey, c’mere.” He hugs you again, holds you even tighter than before as he kisses the top of your head. “You’re not a monster, ‘kay? I promise you.”

You look up at him, not quite believing his words, but you press your lips to his. He kisses you back gently; timidly even, but you deepen it and graze his tongue with your own. Your left hand weaves its way through his messy curls and your right fumbles with his belt buckle, but you’re unable to unhook the clasp before he steps back.

“What’re you–” His eyes widen and he puts his hands up to avoid touching you, clearly confused by your behavior. If you had the capacity to be honest with yourself, you’d admit that you’re not sure why you’re doing this, either.

“Please, Eddie,” you beg, trying to reconnect your lips with his, but he just pulls away again. “Please, I…I need this. I need you.”

“If we sleep together for the first time right now, while you’re like this, you’ll regret it,” he says.

You don’t deny the accusation; instead, you double down on it. “Okay, so I’ll regret it! I’ll feel regret, but at least I’ll feel something!” Your trembling fingers brush against his shirt, trying to grab onto it and bring his body to you, but he turns with a scoff.

“You’d really be okay with that?” There’s unmistakeable anger in his tone, but it’s laced with something more than that; something that sounds more like hurt. “Regretting our first time together?”

“Didn’t we almost fuck on your couch the night we met? You didn’t even know my last name. You barely knew my first name.” Your words are biting, thick with malice. “When did you become so averse to meaningless sex?”

“Meaningless?” Eddie balks, digging his fingernails into his palms until they leave crescent-shaped marks. His lips contort into a perplexed grimace as he formulates a response. “I, um, I gotta go. I’ll call you–”

“Yeah, I’ve heard that line before, and I’m not falling for it again.” You can’t stop the words before they’re tumbling from your mouth, and you can’t take them back. “Shit, Eddie–”

“Just—don’t say anything else, ‘kay? I’m leaving.” He turns around, digging into his back pocket. “This is for you. From me and Harris.” He tosses a piece of notebook paper, folded into fourths, onto the end table and closes the door with a slam.

You stand there, dumbfounded at what just occurred–mostly at your own actions. When you move towards the paper, you realize that you’re still wearing Eddie’s suit jacket, and you yank it off and throw it to the ground, leaving it in a heap. You open the note and read, vision blurred from the tears threatening to spill over.

The innocent kindness of a little boy is all it takes for you to break down and cry, muffling your sobs in your palms though there isn’t anyone around to hear them. Grandma was gone. You’d chased Eddie away with the same vitriol he’d spewed at you that day at the record store. You’re really, truly alone.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m so sorry,” you chant to no one in particular. You’re sorry to Grandma, for leaving her home alone. You could’ve asked Jess to run out and get a new phone, but you’d needed a break from Grandma’s anger that was always directed towards you. That morning, after you’d discovered the cut phone line, there had been another argument over taking her medication, and she yelled “I HATE YOU!” at the top of her lungs. Then she sat at the table and ate a bowl of cereal like nothing had happened. Instead of taking a deep breath and brushing it off, you’d grabbed your keys and headed to RadioShack. You could’ve driven there, it would’ve made the trip much faster, but you’d decided to walk. The fresh air would do you good, you told yourself, pushing away the full truth of the matter: you’d desperately needed to be away from Grandma. When you got back, she was laying on the couch, and you would’ve sworn she was only sleeping…

You’re sorry to Eddie. Sorry that he’d wasted his time with someone who resorted to dredging up the past as soon as she felt an ounce of anger and rejection. Someone who insisted that he could trust her and then promptly shattered that rapport once he’d let his guard down.

And for a split second, you allow yourself to feel sorry for you. Sorry that you couldn’t even grieve properly without feeling like you didn’t deserve it, because if you were home, Grandma might still be alive. 

You look down at the card one more time, choking out a laugh through your tears at Harris’s offer to share his grandpa. It dawns on you that you’ll either have to stop tutoring him or continue to see Eddie on a weekly basis. Everyone who comes in contact with me gets entangled in my problems, you note miserably. Eddie’s finally getting his life together and I’m fucking it all up. He deserves better than me.

Maybe it’s a good idea to leave Hawkins and go back home, at least for the holidays. You’re not sure what type of celebrations the family will muster up, but it’s better than being alone with your thoughts. And if you never return, that might be best for everybody.

The bell above the drugstore door chimes as Eddie pushes his way in. He smoked out his remaining cigarettes on the drive over, and he’s desperate for another pack. He makes a beeline for the back wall, plucking his usual Camels from the display. “Perfect,” he mutters, though his lungs would certainly disagree.

As he shuffles towards the cashier, he spots a familiar face in one of the aisles. His lurking cowardice screams at him to run away, but he shoves it deep down and talks anyway. “H-Hey, man. How’s it going?”

Jeff turns around, first bewildered at who’s speaking to him, then tensing up when he sees Eddie standing before him. “Can’t complain. Just getting some of these prenatal vitamin things for Viv,” he replies tersely, shaking the bottle to emphasize his statement.

There’s an awkward silence before Eddie speaks again. “Look, um, I’m really sorry about what happened at our last show.” He rubs the back of his neck and winces at the memory. “What I said, what I didn’t say…you’re gonna be a great dad, dude. Like, the best. I was just jealous, but that’s not an excuse to be an asshole.”

“Jealous?” Jeff cocks an eyebrow incredulously, willing Eddie to continue.

“Yeah,” Eddie nods, shamefully averting his gaze. “You’re bringing a kid into a stable household, and I couldn’t do that for Harris. I don’t regret having him, of course, but I’ll always feel guilty about the shitshow he was born into.” He taps the pack of cigarettes on his palm, biting his lower lip to shut himself up. “Anyway, I gotta get home—”

“Eddie Munson?” He turns around to see a young woman standing behind him. Her low-cut top shows off the top of her breasts, cleavage pushed up by a bra, and her jeans hug every curve. She purses her pink-glossed lips together in a flirtatious smile.

“Y-Yeah?”

“I’m Lisa.” She says this like Eddie should already know this, and he’s embarrassed to admit to himself that he can’t place the name or face. “We hooked up last summer at the Hideout? In the men’s room?” Lisa lowers her voice seductively to whisper that detail. “I haven’t seen you there in a while.”

“Oh, yeah.” There have been multiple men’s room hook-ups, but he’s not about to play detective to figure out exactly who she is, so he plays along. “The band’s been on a bit of a…hiatus, I guess.” From his peripheral vision, he can see Jeff ducking his head, and his cheeks burn with the truth.

Lisa juts out her lower lip in an exaggerated pout, though Eddie knows it’s all for show. “That’s too bad.” She lets her hand rest on his chest, leaning into him and twirling a strand of his hair around a polished fingernail. “If you’re not busy tonight, I’d love to have you over for drinks and…dessert? Recreate that night at the bar, minus the urinal?”

Eddie moves her arms from his vicinity, putting a necessary space between them. “Um, n-nah. No thanks,” he clarifies. “I’m, uh, kinda involved with someone, so…”

She remains undaunted, a small chuckle escaping her throat. “I can keep a secret. She doesn’t have to know.” She takes another step forward to close the gap, and he’s so goddamn tempted, but he shakes it off. He doesn’t have a clue what’s going to happen between you and him, but he knows he’s not going to sabotage any potential relationship.

“Well, I’ll know,” he retorts, “and I’ll feel like shit about it.”

Lisa rolls her eyes. “Whatever. Your loss.” She pivots on one heel and mumbles something under her breath that Eddie doesn’t even bother to interpret.

Jeff looks at Eddie with an amused grin as he shifts his weight from one side to the other. “So, you’re involved with someone?” He knows from what Jess has told him that Eddie went on a date with you a few days ago, but he couldn’t gauge the seriousness of the situation.

“I think so. At least, I was, until about fifteen minutes ago.” He relents and fills Jeff in about everything that happened, from your conversation over steaming coffee mugs, to the amazing kiss you’d shared as snowflakes collected on your eyelashes, to the unexpected confrontation after Grandma’s funeral today.

Jeff sighs, but it’s one of sympathy, not exasperation. “You did the right thing,” he says finally.

“I don’t think anyone’s ever said that to me.”

“Shut the fuck up,” Jeff laughs, punching him playfully on the arm. “I’m serious. And you did the right thing just now, too, with that groupie.” He clears his throat. “Viv’s baby shower is in a couple weeks. Ladies only, y’know, but I could use some help loading all the gifts into the car. And we could grab some lunch beforehand, if you want.”

Eddie nods. “Yeah, that would be great. Might have to let Harris tag along, if that’s all right.” He doesn’t want to keep asking Wayne to babysit, no matter how much the old man insists that he doesn’t mind.

“Of course. You know that little man is always welcome.” Jeff says, walking towards the register. “I’ll call you with the details.”

Eddie hesitates, letting his friend pass him by a few paces before he calls out. “Jeff?”

“Yeah?”

“What do I do about…” Eddie trails off, unwilling to finish his sentence. He feels absolutely ridiculous having this conversation in the middle of the drugstore, but he’s desperate not to fuck this up further.

Jeff scratches at his stubble with his free hand, contemplating the options as only someone who’s been in a long-term relationship and hasn’t had to navigate the nuances of a fresh relationship in ages can. “Give her some time; a few days, at least. She’s going through a lot. She needs her space, y’know, to figure things out.”

It’s not the answer Eddie was hoping for; patience has never been his forte. He wishes that Jeff would have told him to chase after you, to go get the girl and make sure she knows how much she means to him. But he knows that his friend is right, and he acknowledges his response with a small smile. “Thanks, man.”

“See ya around, Ed.”

Eddie unlocks his apartment door, new pack of cigarettes in one hand and a pint of Ben & Jerry’s tucked under the other arm. He doesn’t usually splurge on ice cream, but every romantic comedy cliche has instructed him that it’s the perfect remedy for heartbreak. If that’s even what this is, he thinks, but he knows it’s true. After doing everything in his power to prevent it, he’d allowed you to break his heart. And as he shoves a spoon into the container of Devil’s Food Chocolate, it dawns on him that he’d do it all again.

He’d come to your rescue and pick the lock of Grandma’s bedroom door. He’d sit around the table and eat pizza with you, Harris, and Grandma every Wednesday night. He’d drive to your house with store-brand cookies and watch cheesy Thanksgiving movies with you just to see the smile on your face. He’d take you out for coffee and kiss you in the snow a thousand times over. And he’d go to Grandma’s funeral and drive you home and turn down your offer for sex and break his own fucking heart again and again if it meant protecting you.

He shimmies out of his starchy dress pants and unbuttons his shirt, leaving himself in just a white undershirt and his boxers as he sinks deeper into the sofa. He reaches over for the remote–now that he works when Harris is in school, he rarely has time to watch something that he actually enjoys–and notices the phone’s red flashing light indicating that he has a new voicemail.

He presses play with a clumsy finger on the button, expecting Wayne’s gruff voice or a reminder for an overdue bill. When he hears that it’s you, he sits up straight, nearly dropping his ice cream.

“Hi, Eddie. It’s me. I’m so sorry for what happened earlier. I’m sure you’re probably mad, but I just want you to know…it wouldn’t have been meaningless. It wasn’t meaningless the night we met when it was supposed to be meaningless.” You take a deep breath. “I’m going back home for the holidays. Um, I’m not sure when…if…I’m coming back, but before I leave, I had to apologize for what I said. You’re a great guy, Eddie. I hope you know that. Have, um, have a nice holiday. Okay, bye.”

Eddie remains still, a loud silence enveloping the room once the machine relays that he’s reached the end of new messages. He’s dissecting every word you’d uttered, replaying them over and over. 

It wasn’t meaningless the night we met when it was supposed to be meaningless. 

So you’d felt it, too; that spark much stronger than the usual lust that overcomes him during hookups. And while he’d tried to convince himself that he’d only asked you to cuddle, had you stay over out of post-sex, post-show delirium, he can’t deny the truth any longer.

He’d asked because he felt comfortable around you, like he could hold you forever and whisper secrets that scare him to even admit to himself. Maybe it was because you’d seen Harris’s car seat that night and hadn’t run for the hills, or maybe it was the way you’d kissed him like he was worth savoring. And the morning after, when he’d all but chased you out of the apartment…Christ, you didn’t deserve that.

I’m not sure when…if…I’m coming back. 

The ‘when’ he could handle, but that ‘if’ was a weight on his chest. He questions his actions for a moment–should he have slept with you? Showed you how wanted and cherished and safe you were with him? Given your mind a chance to wander from the grief choking it? But Jeff said he had done the right thing, and considering the man was engaged with a baby on the way, Eddie figured he had to know something about women.

You’re a great guy, Eddie. I hope you know that.

Is he? He’s certainly a better man than when you’d first met him, but is he actually a great guy? He’d bought you coffee and didn’t fuck you when you were too vulnerable to truly consent–is that what constitutes greatness, or is he just a step above a piece of shit?

And, of course, part of him is angry. Not only because you were so easily willing to use him–although that realization definitely stings–but mostly because you’d thought he’d want to. After everything you two had been through, did you truly believe that he’d be unbothered? That he’d throw away all of that progress just to get his dick wet? Is that how little you think of him? Eddie doesn’t want the answer.  

The ice cream is melting, so he forgoes the spoon and just takes a swig from the pint. He licks the chocolatey residue from his lips before standing up to put the carton in the freezer. Tacked onto the refrigerator is Harris’s picture from Halloween where Eddie and Ms. Sweetheart are holding hands.

He plucks it from under the magnet, staring at it intently. The memory of his son and his uncle asking him about you, that pretty like a princess remark, the unfurling realization that he felt things for you that he’d thought he was incapable of feeling. He never should have taken their ribbings, inadvertently getting his hopes up that there was something there worth pursuing.

Without thinking, Eddie crumples the paper in his fist, crushing the family portrait into a ball. “Shit,” he mutters, placing it on the table and smoothing it out as best as he can. His hands glide over the drawing, rubbing over every crease until it looks good as new and Harris will be none the wiser.

But Eddie knows what’s been destroyed. What he doesn’t know is whether or not it can be smoothed out.

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Put me in a movie

Pairings: Sebastian Stan x Fem!reader

Warnings: smut, traditional gender roles (dominant husband, submissive wife), kind of dark!Seb, filming of sexual acts, squirting, rough sex, manhandling, degradation, humiliation (kinda), and I think that’s it let me know if I missed anything.

Summary: you beg your husband to let you be in a movie

“Please Sebastian. I’d love to be in one of those movies you’re in!” You pleaded, hands clasped together and looking up at him with sweet eyes.

Sebastian caressed your chin and said, “You wanna be in a movie baby? I’ll put you in a movie.”

And that’s how you ended up on your shared bed that overlooked the city below out the window, in a black mini dress sucking his thumb as he filmed you with his phone.

“Yeah, there you go.” He praised, his voice raspy. Your core started to tingle. This was way better than any blockbuster he could’ve put you in.

You moaned around his finger before he removed it from your mouth, zooming in on your face as he tilted your chin up.

“You wanna come over here and get in your knees?” The actor asked and you nodded, scrambling to get in position. You looked up at him as he undid his belt with one hand and pulled his cock out. You stared at him for a bit.

“It’s not gonna suck itself.” The Romanian said and you giggled a bit, blushing from embarrassment before wrapping your lips around his shaft, slowly bobbing your head until you got a good rhythm. Seb made sure to capture all of this happening with his phone.

He gripped the back of your head and pushed you all the way down, making you choke on his cock. “Fuck, you look so pretty choking on my dick like that.” He crooned.

You gagged around him, drool seeping down your chin before he pulled you off and forcefully made you look up at him by tugging your hair.

“You’re just my little slut aren’t you?” He cooed.

You nodded.

“Say it, say ‘I’m a little slut’.”

“I’m a little slut.” You giggled, looking into the camera lens and smiling.

“That’s my girl. Get up and strip.” And you did just that sliding off your black dress to show you were in fact wearing nothing underneath.

“Fuck, you really are a little slut. Not wearing a single thing under this little thing. Get on the bed, and sit pretty for me.”

You sat on the bed on your knees and watched as he approached you. Sebastian tweaked a nipple between his fingers making you shiver and hiss.

“You like these perfect nipples being played with dont you? So sensitive.” He groaned when you jumped as he unexpectedly moved to the other one.

“Mmm Seb…” you whined.

“What is it baby?” He asked, zooming in on your pretty face, “What do you need?”

“I need you to fuck me. Please.” You begged, tears in your eyes.

“Lay down.” He commanded and you did what he said. He then handed you the phone to hold and film him taking his shirt off and kicking his pants off before lining his cock up to your entrance. Grabbing the phone from you, he filmed up close of him pushing into your tight hole.

“Ohhh.” You moaned breathily as he stretched you.

Sebastian went back to filming your face as he thrusted into you, enjoying the tears falling down your cheeks and the way your mouth is open in a perfect ‘o’ shape. And the way your eyebrows furrowed.

“Ohh Sebby…” you cried as he started going faster.

“Feels good doesn’t it? Such a good little girl.” Your husband responded back to you in a moan.

The two of you were in heaven as you looked at the camera of his iPhone.

Sebastian turned the camera to him for a bit, still thrusting into you, “Yeah, she’s always like this. Just can’t get enough of my cock now can you?”

He turned the camera back to you and you shook your head.

“Tell me, can you get enough of my cock?”

“No! I can’t get enough of your- Ah- cock!” You moaned.

You then found yourself clenching around him. “Oh baby I’m gonna cum!” You screamed.

Seb removed his cock as he watched you squirt all over the place. He made sure to capture that on camera. “Holy fuck I love when you do that. I’ve got a little squirter on my hands huh?” He asked and you laughed.

The brunette pushed back into you and fucked you until he finished on your stomach. He moved the camera back up to your face and asked, “Was that a blockbuster or not?”

You gave him a blissed out smile and chuckled, “Mmm yeah.”

#sebastian stan smut #sebastian stan #sebastian stan x reader #sebastian stan imagine #smutty #smutty fanfic #put me in a movie #rough smut #I love sebastian stan

[mintkookiess]

Make me love me.

For those who sometimes feel too overwhelmed with their insecurities and imperfections, or just life in general, you just know Miles would be there for you 〔´∇｀〕

Miles has become my comfort character lately and I knew I just had to write this down. Anyways, enjoy!

Love,

Mint

"If I can make you love me, maybe you can make me love me." - Halsey, I Hate Everybody

Tags: Miles Morales x Reader, insecurities, fluff, words of affirmations

Word count: 895

Your thoughts were blank, empty and a few seconds later it was loud, as if they were screaming at you. This has been an ongoing cycle that tortured you the entire day. You turned off your phone and placed it on 'Do Not Disturb' before chucking it across your bed.

Chest heaving up and down deeply, with hands that were lightly shaking, it started to feel like the world was too big for you again. Even if you were in the comforts of your bed, your room just seemed too much for you as those invasive thoughts flooded your mind.

Here they are again.

Your eyes violently shut close, trying to make those inner voices go away. The pillows and blankets that normally gave you solace didn't seem to be working. 

These overwhelming thoughts got you too preoccupied that you didn't hear your window sliding up as Miles creeps in silently. He was texting you because he had sensed something was off during school today even though you tried to act normal. 

Of course, he'd know. He always did.

He was sure to close your window as quietly as he came in before turning around and taking in how dark and heavy your room felt. His fingers gripped the edge of his mask, removing it in one smooth pull and placing it gently on your floor. 

Miles knew that any noise would've made things worse. So he inched towards you, praying to god that your floors wouldn't creak. Once he's reached you, he sees you huddled in on yourself, eyes closed, tears silently flowing down your eyes.

You felt the weight shift on your bed, and you didn't have to open your eyes to know who it was. He gently placed a hand on your knee, his thumb rubbing circles around it so lightly it was as if it was a feather. 

No words needed to be spoken. You removed yourself from your little ball, allowing him to move even further to you, letting him enter your personal space as you have many times before. 

You trusted him enough for this.

Miles takes this silent permission, before continuing towards you. He transfers to sit beside you as he cautiously wraps an arm around your shoulder. As if on instinct, your face turns towards him, burying yourself in his neck.

Quiet sobs escaped your dried lips as you relished in the familiar warmth of his hold. "Shh... It's okay I'm here amor," He whispered, kissing the top of your head lightly as his hand caressed your hair. 

"I'm... I'm so sorry I'm such a... fucking burden..." You hiccuped between tears. Miles' heart broke for you, wrapping his other arm around you to give you a loving embrace. "No don't say that... you know you're not a burden to me. You're far from it."

He was careful to not overstep your boundaries as it was extra sensitive right now, so he did all that he could at the moment and continued to hold you, kissing your head from time to time. 

"I don't even... understand why you choose to stay with me." You choked, tears flowing harder, and sobs getting a bit louder. Miles felt himself tearing up a little. 

Oh, what he'd give to beat up those inner thoughts of yours that tormented you.

"I love you too much Amor, I'm never leaving you. I've come to love every single part of you, even those that you may think would be your flaws, I love them. I love all of you." He cooed as he tried to hold back his tears. Miles knew he had to be strong for you, he wanted you to know that you could rely on him during these times. 

"All your scars? Beautiful. They made you who you are, the person I love the most in the world. It shows how strong and brave you are. Mi corazón, I'm not going anywhere okay? I'll be here for you, every step of the way."

You couldn't help but feel warm from his words as you felt those voices fade little by little. His hand caressed your cheek, gently lifting your face towards him. 

When you saw him, all you saw was a boy who had so much love for you, who cared about you so much, and who knows what you need better than you did. He knew what to do, what to say as if he's had you memorized and engraved into his soul. 

His eyes lightly glistened as tears threatened to fall. Miles ached for you because he wanted you to see yourself the way he did. He practically wanted to give you his eyes to show you how magnificent you were. 

"What would I do without you Miles?" You murmured as tears continued to flow out. "If I can make you love me, maybe you can make me love me."

Miles closed the gap between the two of you, connecting his lips with yours gently, like a touch of a dandelion. He pulls back as he looks at you with so much love and admiration. "I'll make sure to remind you every day of the million reasons why you're perfect to me, I won't stop even after you've learned to love yourself. I'll tell you all these things for as long as time allows me, amor. You have my word."

Fin.

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[natsarrownecklacx]

My Sweet Girl

Natasha Romanoff x Reader

Word Count- 1,452

Summary- Your having a rough time but Natasha’s there to hold you and help you feel better.

Basted on a request

Warnings- Hurt/ Comfort, allusion to suicidal thoughts, Reader has bipolar, description of depressive episode( unedited writing )

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“Do you ever think about what life would be like if we had never met?”

The words catch you off guard even as they leave your mouth. You hadn’t intended to say them out loud, despite the constant loop of the 15 words over and over in your head for the better half of an hour.

You supposed that, after hearing them on repeat for so long, you kinda just get numb to them, giving them the opportunity to slip from your lips.

Natasha removes her eyes from her laptop and lets them drift towards you. From her position on the couch across from you you can see the clear confusion written on her face. She tilts her head slightly to the side, a very on brand Natasha way to signal you to elaborate.

“Because I do.” You admit hesitantly, causing Natasha’s look of confusion to grow. “I think about it all the time. About what life would be like if I had never met you. In fact, lately, I find myself thinking about it more and more.”

Worry begins to grow on Natasha’s face, she knows where you are going with this, but it doesn’t make it any earlier to actually hear you say these things out loud. “Dekta…” She says, her voice barely above a whisper.

Slowly, she lifts her hand from the keyboard and closes the laptop. She doesn’t take her eyes off of you as she does so, doesn’t save what she’d previously been working on, doesn’t pay any mind to the ‘clunk’ noise the device makes as she drops it to the floor. She simply moves it out of her way, eager to give you her full attention.

“I don’t think I’d be who I am today without you.” You say, fighting with yourself over if you should say your next words or not. But inevitably, you do, despite how scary it is to say them out loud. “I don’t think I’d even be alive today if it weren’t for you.”

A single tear slides down your cheek as you utter the words. Its presence makes something uncomfortable shift in Natasha’s chest.

She hasn’t let the full weight of your words rest on her yet. She doesn’t want to think about what would happen if you gave in one day, gave up fighting and let the darkness take you. What she would do without you in her life to love and to be loved by.

“And I think you’d be a lot happier. Your life would be so much easier.” You say, giving life to the thoughts that have been on your mind the last few days, causes something to settle on your chest.

Something big and heavy. Something scary. Something painfully familiar. Clawing away at the inside of your chest as though it has a right to be there, as though you are the intruder in your own body and this dark heavy feeling wants you out. Wants your body all to itself.

You don’t want to let it take you, don’t want to think about what you might do if you let it, but damn it you're so tired. Maybe too tired to fight it this time.

The realization causes more tears to fall from your eyes. As if your body wants to make room for the darkness to make its home inside you.

Natasha jumps from her place on the couch, making quick work of covering the distance between you. She takes you in her arms, one hand on your back pulling you into her and the other on the back of your head, holding you against her chest as you cry.

Natasha gently rocks you both side to side, her head tucked against the top of yours, mumbling soothing words against your hair.

“Shh, Detka. Shh it’s okay. I’m here. I’m not going anywhere I promise.” She whispers, hoping that at least some part of her words get through to you, that the darkness will let you believe her.

You choke back a sob at Natashas words, your hold on her tightening, afraid you might let her go.

You could have let her go, if you hadn’t told her how you’ve been feeling, if you hadn’t taken that scary first step. You mightn’t ever have held her in your arms again, never felt her warmth or love again.

The thought is terrifying, so much so that you begin to shake.

“I’m sorry, I’m so sorry.” You sob into her chest, pulling, holding her tighter, trying to bury yourself in her chest, to disappear.

Natasha swears she can feel her head break inside her chest. She’s never loved another person the way she loves you, so purely and wholeheartedly to the point that her love for you consumes her.

She hates seeing you go through this, the constant ups and downs with little to no way of predicting how bad it will get or how long it will go on for.

“Shh, sweetheart, it's okay. It’s okay. You're here, you're safe, you're with me. I have you.”

Natasha continues to mumble words of reassurance to you, rocking you both back and forth gently until your cries have subsided. You both sit in silence for a minute, Natasha running her hand through your hair and up and down your back while you listen to hear heartbeat.

“I’m sorry I’m like this.” You say after a while, your hand resting flat against her chest, next to your head, feeling her heartbeat under your palm.

You feel Natasha shaking her head above you, but the tears landing in your hair go unnoticed by you. “No, sweetheart. You don’t need to apologize. I know this isn’t easy for you. I might not fully understand how hard it is for you but I see it, Detka.”

A tear slips down your face at Natasha’s words. But this time it’s not a tear of sadness or pain, it’s a tear of relief. She understands, she’s patient, she cares.

“But I’m so proud of you for trying, Detka. I’m so proud of you and the way you keep moving, even though I know you don’t want to.”

She’s seen it all, the ups and downs, the hyper almost manic optimism, the painful, draining depressive episodes. And she still loves you, she’s still here, holding you as though you're the most important thing to her. And you are.

“And I am so so grateful for you, my sweet girl. I’m so grateful that you continue to be brave and come to me when you need to, that you tell me when you need help, and that you’re still with me.”

You know what she means by that last line. She knows you’d never leave her, you love her far too much for that. But you don’t always feel strong enough to stay. Sometimes going away seems like the best option for everyone. In those moments, Natasha’s always there to remind you of otherwise, to remember you how loved you are.

This helps, being in her arms like this. On days when you can’t even move, on days when the smallest tasks feel too big for you, Natasha helps. Sometimes just being around her helps. It’s one of the many reasons why you love her.

“I love you Natasha. So much, and I am so so grateful for you too.” You say quietly, looking up at her.

You’d like to promise her you’ll stay. That you’ll be strong for her, that your love for her will be enough to keep you moving on even your worst days. But you know better than to make a promise like that. So you don’t.

“I’ll love you forever and always.” You say instead, meaning each word with your whole heart.

“I love you too, my sweet girl.” Natasha says, smiling down at you. “Forever and always.”

And that’s enough. For Natasha, it's enough that you love her and she loves you. It’s enough that she gets to hold you like this right now, feel the weight of your body on hers, feel your heartbeat and hear each inhale of breath you take.

Natasha knows you can’t promise her forever, she would never ask that of you. But you're doing as she asked, you're coming to her when you need her. And Natasha counts her blessings each day that you do. That you trust her enough to come to her.

She just needs to trust that you’ll continue to do that. That you’ll let her help, let her love you. Trust isn’t something that she gives lightly, but you have hers. Unequivocally.

A trust that she did not misplace. One that you honored and treasured. Every day.

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A/n- don’t forget to try drink some water and have a snack today plssssss

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[actual-changeling]

hiiiiii @nightgoodomens i read this post and then immediately started typing and this is the result. either sorry or you're welcome. or both. :)

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Crowley's first instinct is to wrench his arm from Aziraphale's grasp, but his hold on him tightens ever so slightly as if sensing his intentions, so he stays put—for now.

Still, anger rises in his chest like a tidal wave, hot and desperate and tainted by nothing lasts forever and i forgive you. They haven't talked about it yet, and he refuses to when the outcome of that argument could very well mean extinction, not just for the two of them but for the world. He built walls in his mind, keeping out shimmering purple eyes and familiar lips, and stopped breathing so he could pretend Aziraphale didn't smell all wrong.

The reason stretching throughout their foundations turns into vines, forcing them apart stone by stone when he meets his gaze.

"How about we come up with a plan where you don't risk destruction, please?"

Crowley's smile is a mask of bitter disappointment; the slant of his mouth is sharp, almost cruel.

"What do you care?"

"Of course I care," Aziraphale shoots back immediately, his fingers digging into his arm forcefully enough that he can practically taste the bruises forming beneath them.

"You were more than happy to deliver me to heaven all tied up and with a bow on my head, Arseangel Aziraphale. You would have had to find someone to scrape my sorry fucking remains off their pristine floors five minutes later."

A tingling numbness spreads up to his shoulder, pins and needles reminding him that this corporation is starting to get tired of being restrained, but Crowley is too focused on the insulted rage distorting the angel's face. He steps closer, forcing him to look up at him, and he takes minute satisfaction in the heavy swallow running down his throat.

"They wouldn't-"

"Oh, they wouldn't, really? They have already done it once, and now they're planning on ending us all. None of them would know mercy if it hit them in their perfect bloody faces."

Uncaring for the increase in his volume, Crowley mockingly raises an eyebrow, challenging him to disagree, to defend heaven like he has done time and time again, to finally let go of him and let him stomp off to his destruction; this time, he is either going to win or go out on his own terms.

When Aziraphale doesn't respond, his lashes fluttering and his mouth opening and closing several times without expelling a single sound or breath, he channels six thousand years of suppressed frustration and angry humiliation and rips his arm out of his grasp.

"There is no 'we', Aziraphale. There is your side, there is earth, and then there's me."

He remembers the hundred times Aziraphale denied knowing him, called him a demon, his adversary, denounced their friendship and arrangement, and ground their partnership to dust under his heels like a dried-out bug on the verge of death.

Friends, we're not friends.

For a moment, Crowley wants to ask if any of it had been real, but he knows it was—that's why it hurts.

That's why he can't let it go.

The pain as the blood in his arm begins to flow unhindered again is nothing compared to the gaping wound scratching itself open in his chest, forcing him to swallow salted iron and sickly sweet love. He has been wearing his shades every single second they spent together after his return, but he takes them off now, biting back a taunting sneer, biting back tears.

Purple meets gold, the summer-sky blue is long gone, and it helps him deliver the last blow without flinching.

"Nothing lasts forever, right? Good luck with your armageddon."

Crowley does not wait to see the hurt spreading across his face and pretends he doesn't hear the punched-out gasp or the beginnings of a sob.

Instead, he slides his glasses back into place and walks away; the universe will finally grant him rest one way or another.

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[fuckmymunson]

I just read your Sirius x Reader Ciggerete fic and why am I now lowkey curious what the 10x worse would be-

★ CW: 18+, dumbification, daddy kink, dom/sub dynamic, oral sex (m), overstimulation, cigarette and cum play. | Minors DNI

★ a/n: very nice question indeed... I tried my best! I haven't been feeling good these days, hope is okay!

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The dark-haired man on top of you moaned, tugging your hair until the tip of his hard cock was hitting the back of your throat. “C’mon.” He spoke, with a hoarse voice, biting his lips rapt in pleasure, his ringed hand slapping the hollow of your cheeks, wet with tears and saliva. “You’re such a slut you’re enjoying your punishment.” Agreeing with him, you hummed, sending vibrations all over his length, making him pant. “Fuck.”

With a heavy moan, Sirius pulled you away from him by a hard tug in the makeshift ponytail he did. “Open up, pup.” He told you, and you were wise not to budge. Opening your pretty, wet mouth for him, sticking out your pink tongue, Sirius pumped himself a few times before white sticky, squirts of his cum bathed your face, the majority of it pooling in your tongue. “Don’t swallow.”

Placing your hands over your naked thighs, trying to ignore the miserable wetness between your legs, Sirius groaned at the sight. “So pretty…” Removing the cigarette from his lips, he leaned down almost gently, tapping it over your tongue, so the grey ashes and little crumbs fell on the pile of cum on your tongue, and then he spat over the mixture. “Swallow.” And you did, shivering at the taste, he hovered over you, pushing you over the bed.

Soon, your body was covered in bruises, bites and hickeys, and Sirius, who was far from happy, drew with permanent black marker all over your shivering body that he had acquired from Godric knows where. His precise calligraphy and elegant hand wrote all kinds of obediences on you.

Sirius’ cumdump. Daddy’s slut. S.O.B. Whore. Cum here. Hearts over your swollen nipples. His signature. Fuck me. Breed me. Use me. 

Then, he was pounding harshly from behind you, one hand pressed over your face, sinking your cheek against the crimson duvet and the other on your hips. His thrusts were merciless, and you lost count of how many times you had cum. Your body started to give up, letting him do as he pleased. 

Mumbling incoherences, Sirius laughed at the way you were lost in pleasure, he loved to fuck you silly, and overstimulating you was one of his favourite punishments. Pushing you over the limit over and over, until a particular hard snap of his hips made you yell his name, asking him to stop, another wave of ecstasy hitting your body like a tsunami.

He leaned down, his hot breath ghosting over your ear. “Do you need to use your safe word?” He asked, kissing the shell of your ear.

“N-no.” You miraculously managed to say. 

“Then shut the fuck up and take my cock like the slut I know you are.” The quick change of attitude made you moan, weakly agreeing with him. You came again after a couple more thrusts, while his hand abused your clit again. 

After the third time he came inside you, your body was already exhausted, Sirius bottomed out when he pulled out, but quickly regained composure, satisfied with the weak mewl you delivered when he inserted the pink plug he loved to see, stretching your maltreated pussy. His hand ghosted over your tummy, caressing the sweaty skin. 

“Let’s not waste a single drop, bunny.” He purred, swirling his tongue over your reddened nipple. “Can you move?” He asked, brushing some hairs out of your tired, beautiful face, to which you nodded weakly. 

Sliding one of his old t-shirts over your head, covering your quivering form, he kissed your nose. “Bad girls don’t deserve to sleep with daddy.” He said, with an evil look, Sirius helped you to get down, next to his side of the bed, on the floor, kissing you goodnight and handing you a blanket.

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Sorry for any mistakes! English is not my first language. I appreciate any feedback!˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚

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[teabreakpancakes]

Kinktober: Day Fourteen

Corrupt You Sweetly (Childe x Sub GN Reader)

corruption kink, dacryphilia!

You were naive, innocent, and untainted by everything; the Tsaritsa worked hard to keep it that way. Yet, here you were, all nervous and on the brink of tears on his lap.

"There there, it's alright little one, what we're about to do isn't scary at all" he reassured, caressing your cheek. He just wanted to make you feel good, that's all—he's been aching to do so for so so long.

"But, Ajax, y, you said you were gonna touch me down there, no one has ever touched me there" you pursed your lips, unsure of what to do.

His eyes softened, cupping your face with both of his hands. "Hey, we don't have to if you don't want to, I just wanted to be your first but if you aren't comfortable with it I won't continue, your feelings matter most to me" he whispered, pressing a soft kiss onto your temple.

Fidgeting with your hands, you lean against his chest. Ajax would never do anything to harm you and you knew that he'd stop if you asked him to. "I don't mind if you do it, j, just stop if I don't like it okay?" you mumbled, digging your face into his chest.

You could feel his heart rate pick up even more, "I'm so glad you trusted me with this" his whispered, tearing up slightly. "T, Then, can I remove your bottoms?" he asked, placing a finger under the waistband of your underwear.

You nod, watching his fingers gently tug your underwear down your soft thighs. The cool air hitting your intimate areas sends a shiver up your back. The ginger haired man gently slides one of your thighs to the side, watching your expression for any sign of discomfort.

"I'm gonna start touching you now okay?" he informs, giving a reassuring smile. He holds back a chuckle at the sharp gasp leaving your throat when he begins to gently caress your sex.

"Right here? feels good right here?" he cooed, ramming into your sensitive spot. Tears ran down your rose tinted cheeks as you babbled his name like a mantra.

It's been hours. Ajax feels guilty but fuck, your crying face keeps on riling him up. "A, Ajax, 'm so full, sho full 'f you" they sobbed out onto his shoulder. A pleased smirk paints the harbingers face, loving the sound of you being so dazed from how good it felt.

He wanted to fuck you until you became his own little whore. Tainted only by your lovely husband, you were his and only his after all so he didn't see why he couldn't. Not when the Tsaritsa's already given him her blessing and certainly not when he's made it known to every single person in Snezhnaya that you were taken.

His sweet praises sent you over the edge, already sensitive from your previous orgasms. "I love you so much" he singsongs, fucking more of his cum into your cute little hole. Drool trickled down your chin, prompting him to lick it up with a soft groan.

The harbinger could hardly believe that you could make such an expression; looking so fucked out and ruined, and only for him. As much as he felt bad for ruining your innocence, he can only think of molding you into his slut to compensate.

The image of you begging for his cock seemed too good to pass on after all.

@mirology

istg, i hated tagging this, FFS WHY DOES HE HAVE SO MANY NAMES ARGHHH

Did i get off track? yep, i wanted to write more, but then my brain died

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[georgiapeach30513]

Through The Looking Glass

Summary: Jefferson thinks you’re perfect

Pairings: Jefferson X Reader

Rating: explicit

Warnings:  explicit language, explicit sexual content, smut, unprotected sex, PIV sex, self love, mirror sex, fingering, oral sex (F receiving), multiple orgasms, creampie, 18+ ONLY

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“What did you just say?” Jefferson turns to glare at you, and you take a step back away from him. “Oh no, my beautiful Sugar Cube, what was it that you just fucking said?”

Tears blur your vision and you take another step back from him, but he takes a few long strides towards you, and nearly drags you into the room of mirrors. Spinning your body in front of everything. Starting to remove your dress, but you recoil into him. “Look. Look I say!”

Your eyes finally drift to the mirrors, but you keep your sight on Jefferson, “I said to fucking look, Sugar Cube.”

You move your eyes to look at your own reflection, and Jefferson sighs when that first tear breaks through, “Do you know what I see?”

You shake your head no, and dare to look at his beautiful marble face, “I see the most beautiful woman in the world. The woman, I just had to have. A woman that puts up with my ever changing personality. A woman that is so sweet and such a slut at the same time. A woman who welcomes trouble, because she knows that I will bring her down. I see you. I see…you.”

“No,” you cry, shaking your head.

“Someone who has become fiercely protective of me. Does what she can to keep me happy. And I’ve failed you. I’ve made everything about me, and I’ve failed to make you see you. You’ve become blinded by me, when it’s you that holds us together. You’re the reason we are where we are.”

His hands slide over your skin, allowing your dress to slip to the floor. Moving those magical fingers across the neckline of your bra slowly, and you whimper out his name. “Don’t you ever say that you’re not beautiful. You’re perfect.”

“I’m not,” his hands never change to being rough, like you had grown accustomed to. Everything almost sickeningly sweet, when he tilts your head to look at him. “Jefferson, I’m not perfect.”

“What do you think about the dresses I make?”

“They’re perfect.”

“Good. You’re aware that I know perfection. And those dresses pale in comparison to you. They’re junk next to you,” single handedly he undoes your bra, letting it fall to floor, and he pulls your chin up to look at yourself.

“Say it. Say, ‘I’m besutiful’,” you shake your head no, but he still gives you that sweet smile, whispering your name, “Say, ‘I’m beautiful. I’m worthy. I’m perfect.’ I don’t know who told you that you weren’t. But you are perfect. I see you. I’m not some dodo bird, I’m your husband.”

His lips kiss all along your shoulder. Up the column of your neck, smiling at your reflection. Trying convince you that you’re beautiful with his lips. Kissing away any doubt that you may have had. While one hand fondles your tit, another drifts under your panties. Those lithe fingers already working over your bundle of nerves.

Wanting you to continue to look at yourself, when you’re mostly watching Jefferson’s face soften. He looks at you like you’re a goddess, and he makes sure you see his eyes drift all over your body. His own face turning up in pleasure at your soft sounds. “I’m gonna make you watch yourself, until you realize just how beautiful, amazing, precious, wonderful, and perfect you are to me.”

“Jefferson…”

“Shh, Sugar Cube, let me take care of you,” his voice a raspy mutter on your neck, and your body goes malleable to his motions. His hands still roam over your curves, digging into your soft skin, and he can’t help but beam when you keen at his constant reassurance of your beauty and worth.

Sinking to his knees, his fingers hook around the elastic of your panties, and he drags them down your body. Jefferson’s lips kiss down the expanse of your leg, before making his way back up on the other.

Slow and soft kisses, that only make

Arousal flood to your core. Giving a chaste kiss to your mound before he hooks a leg over your shoulder. Those bright blue eyes look up at you, “Every part of you is beautiful,” before he attends his favorite tea party; devouring you like a man starved.

His moans nearly as loud as your own as he buries his face in your cunt. His tongue kitten licking your bud before sliding down to your tight channel. Literally tongue fucking you. Gazing up at you from his knees, he only pulls back to remind you, “You’re perfect. If only you could see you, the way that I do. Watch,” you look into the mirrors, and the way that Jefferson works you over.

Determination on his face, and not even caring about himself. Your fingers card through his curls, and you hold him as close as possible. Feeling a rubber band twisting in your belly as he nears his goal. Adoration and admiration running through his veins, and when your body starts to buck into him, he knows you’re close; feels your walls begin to clench around his tongue, but he doesn’t stop.

He hits your spots over and over again. His whole face stimulating your sex, until he hears that desperate whine escape your mouth. Your legs tremble, and he slows his motions. Pulling off of you, he wipes his face, removing your slick, but his tongue licks up your juices. Tasting your essence again before he brings you to your knees.

His hands rip off his clothes, and he throws them aside, leaving the two of you, panting and yearning for the other. “I’m going to fuck you, until you say it,” Jefferson grunts out, crawling behind you. “You better watch. Watch, how I admire every inch of your goddess body,” his eyes drift back to your cunt, before he lines himself up. You switch between looking back at him and gazing at the two of you in the mirror.

Watching him as he slowly slides his cock into your slicked up hole. His face written in pure pleasure. Sliding in until he bottoms out. Both hands on your hips, as he smirks at your reflections. “You were made for me, Sugar Cube. Only me. You’re perfect. Perfect for me, and just perfect,” Jefferson pulls himself out, only to slam forcefully back in. Smiling at how you and your body reacts.

“You and this pussy adore me. Couldn’t live without me, and I couldn’t live without you,” his hips slam into your ass, but his face is still so tender watching you. The only one to make him this content and happy, has always been you.

His fingers dig deeper into your body, and you let out a satisfied mewl, “Tell me!”

“I won’t lie.”

“Look at you! I can’t lie, Sugar Cube. You are perfect,” his arm wraps around your front, and he lifts you up. Your back arches into a deep curve, but your shoulders press firmly into his chest. He ruts into you relentlessly, but his face remains focused on you softly.

“Look at us! What do you see?”

“You.”

“And I see you. Sugar Cube, I see you. I love you. You are my beautiful, sweet, and perfect wife. But I see us. Connected, and only you get this.”

You pout at his reflection, but he still gazes at you so tenderly. No mask, just Jefferson. Not the maddened side of Jefferson, but him. His nose nuzzles on your jawline, and he gives a loving and sweet kiss to your neck. “Say, ‘I’m beautiful.’”

“I’m beautiful,” your voice cracks out to him.

“I’m perfect.”

“I’m…Jefferson,” you whimper, feeling your body heat up again. “I can’t,” but one look at his scowling face, you look back at both of you. “I’m perfect.”

“I love us.”

“I do. I love us,” you know it’s true. Know that you love him and him with you so much.

“I. Trust. Us,” his voice gets harder when your pussy clenches around him. Your body almost too much for him to bare. And you start to scream out in pleasure. “I trust us!”

“I trust us, Jefferson! Please, Teacup. Please, I love you,” his face turns up into a disapproving look, “And I love me.”

“I love you, too,” he grunts out. Slamming into you a few more times, when the both of you cum together. Turning back to him so you can swallow his sweet sounds. Coming down from your high.

He pulls your face back to look at you with the most gentle smile, “And we’ll do this every fucking day until you believe it. I love you, Sugar Cube, but I want you to love you, too.”

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Chapter 4: Second Concert

You wake up still in Sana's embrace. She was still asleep, her arm resting on your body as she faced towards you. You watch as her body moves up and down with every breath, soft snores exhaling from her body. You had spent enough nights with her to know that she usually never snored, it was only when she was physically tired. You think back to a couple of months ago when you were filming one of the Time To Twice episodes, Sana was so tired you had to literally carry her from the car to her bed.

You gently move her hair from her face, giving you a better view. You watch her for a couple more minutes before you remove her arm from your body, making sure not to wake her. It was early and the girls had a long day ahead of them, tonight was their second concert in LA. You let her sleep as you get dressed and head to your room.

You give her one last look before closing the door behind you, letting out a sigh. In the beginning it was easy, you were hired by the company as a personal manager for the girls because JYP wanted someone close with them to make sure any problems they had were being addressed earlier rather than later. After the Mina situation, the company elevated the importance of their health. In fact, you were the one who Jeongyeon first opened up to, and you were the one who led JYP to get her the help she needed. It was easier back then because all you had to do was listen and gain their trust and confidence. You were educated, so you had decent credentials, and you were actually quite good at your job. It didn't take long for the girls to learn they can open up to you without fear of consequences.

As you got closer with them you quickly came to understand that these girls had needs that couldn't be fulfilled with just words. They were young, attractive, and some of the most desirable girls in the nation. When you brought your concerns to the company, they explored the idea of hiring people to help, but after some discussion you mutually agreed that it would be better to first try seeing if it could work out with you. The logic being that you were already close with the girls, they trusted you, sex would have a greater value if it was with someone they were close with rather than random people.

At first you had your doubts. It was hard to begin. Not because they weren't your type, you were definitely very attracted to the girls, but because you were scared it would ruin the bond you created between them. You decided to be open with the girls, letting them know that you were available to them whenever they asked, making sure they knew that there was no pressure to do anything they didn't want to.

It ended up not being as bad as you thought. Even though they were idols, they were also young women filled with hormones and needs. All of them had varying responses to your new situation. Some were eager, their drives insatiable, while others would only do enough to satisfy curiosity.

The hardest part now was that you had to remain impartial. It helped when you told yourself this is your job and you must stay professional, one of your core values; however, at times you knew you had begun developing feelings for some of the girls.

You arrive at your room and refocus your mind. You had some work to do at the venue to clear up some of the hiccups from the first night. You get dressed, skip breakfast, and head to the venue.

--

Sana wakes up and notices you are gone. She frowns slightly, feeling a pit in her stomach. She lays there on her side, not understanding why she is feeling this way. To her surprise, a single tear slides down her cheek. She quickly wipes it away and grabs her phone, seeking a distraction.

Two texts.

CY: I think I went too hard, my ass is killing me

SN: kekeke silly Chaengie, this was your idea to begin with

She opens the second text

Y/N: Hey, decided to let you sleep in, I had to head to the venue early today, love you

She smiles at the message. Feeling a bit better, she replies with a simple heart emoji and gets out of bed, heading to the shower.

--

You fall onto one of the sofas placed backstage in the dressing room. You had been working for hours to make sure all the problems from the first night were addressed. You didn't realize how bumpy it was since you spent most of the first concert outside watching, but tonight they increased the amount of staff and you were going to be backstage helping keep things smooth. You check the time and see you have time for a quick nap before the girls arrive, and without a second pause you pass out on the couch.

You feel something on your cheek. It keeps pressing into your skin. You open your eyes and see Dahyun sitting on the couch next to you in her stage outfit, poking your cheek.

"Wake up sleepy head," Dahyun whined, "it's almost time for us to go on."

Your eyes adjust to the light of the room and explore the surroundings. When you fell asleep there were only a few other staff members, but now the room was filled with teams of stylists. The members were all in various stages of their hair and makeup. The girl next to you was seemingly done with her makeup and she looked gorgeous.

"Wow, you look so pretty tonight," you admire.

"I am the prettiest aren't I?" She replies while bringing a hand under her chin and posing, however you notice her cheeks gained a rosy tint.

"I thought you came early to work, not to sleep."

You turn to where the voice came from and see Sana sitting on the couch across from you. Momo was also on the couch, but she was fast asleep with her head resting in Sana's lap. Sana is looking at you with her phone in her hand, she looked ethereal tonight. You pause and just admire her beautiful face.

She raises an eyebrow while looking at you, "you know I was just kidding right?"

You snap back into your senses, "oh yeah right uh...."

Dahyun gives your arm a light hit, "yah, you were just complimenting me and now you are gawking at her, can you stop flirting so easily," she scolds you.

"Look it's not my fault you are both so pretty," you defend yourself, "and I'll have you know I was working all morning!"

Sana smiles and looks back at her phone, "whatever you say," she adds playfully.

You look over at Dahyun again who is pretending to be angry with you, sitting there with her arms crossed and glaring, "but you are still the prettiest."

Happy with your comment she lets down the facade, "I know." She pulls out her phone and starts browsing, "but you could say it more often."

You smile as you stand up, looking around for Chaeyoung. You spot her and start walking towards her before pausing next to Sana. You lean down and quietly ask, "are you okay by the way, it doesn't still hurt, right?"

She looks up at you, "no, it's fine now," she says softly, "but I think Chaengie had it a bit worse."

You sigh, your suspicions confirmed. You give her shoulder a light squeeze before heading over to the makeup station Chaeyoung was sitting at. You pull up a chair and take a seat next to the girl.

"How are you feeling?"

She puts her phone down on the dresser, "oh not bad, my ass was only burning all morning."

You frown, feeling bad for the girl. You feared she would have it worse than Sana today because of how tight her body was.

She notices your concerned expression, "don't worry, I am fine now." She gestures towards Mina who is at the station next to her, "Mina unnie helped me out this morning with some lotion, I can barely even feel it anymore."

Mina looks over and flashes you a cute smile, her eyes crescent shaped when she does. "I am so proud of Chaeyoung, she told me about how-" she looks around quickly to make sure none of the other staff could hear, "she told me about how hard you fucked her tight little ass."

You chuckle at her abrasiveness, "well you made the right choice by going to Mina, she is very experienced," you say, pausing after the word very.

Mina gives you a wink.

The three of you make some more small talk about the concert, you can tell they are excited. Soon, their stylists return to finish up, and you head back to the couches. Dahyun and Sana were still there, but Momo had left to get ready. Nayeon, Jihyo, and Tzuyu had joined in. You sat down next to Dahyun and listened to the conversation they were having.

"Oh but what about the penguin onesie, she was also there with her Mina sign."

"Yeah hers was so cute! There was a male Once in this green full body suit covered in lights, he wasn't at soundcheck but I could see him when I peeked at the crowd."

"I remember so many of the signs from the last concert."

You could feel their excitement. The girls were probably more excited than the fans in the crowd right now, but you look over at Dahyun who is quiet. She seems to be listening to the conversation, but her leg is shaking slightly. Dahyun was amazing on stage, she was full of charisma and confidence, she had by far the longest English speeches because she was easily the most confident member when it came to speaking English. She worked hard and knew how to get the crowd hyped. She was also full of fan-service, making her one of the crowd favorites alongside Sana.

However, you did hear from the company that she would get very nervous before going on stage. All of the girls would, but you think Dahyun had very high expectations put on herself. It was briefly mentioned in their documentary, too. Since you joined after their last tour, and you weren't backstage during the first concert of this one, you had forgotten about this detail of her.

You grab her hand, steadying the shaking, "you're going to do great tonight."

She gives a faint smile and doesn't say anything.

"Dahyun, I was outside last concert when you guys were doing outfit changes. When they played the intermission videos, you should have heard how loudly the crowd would cheer for you, and that was when you weren't even on stage," you tell the girl, trying to offer words of encouragement, "you will be fine."

She takes a deep breath, her shaking has calmed down a lot. She still doesn't say anything but you know she appreciates your words. Her expression of determination now, excitement building.

"Okay everyone in position!" A staff member shouts, "The Feels has started playing!"

All of the girls immediately get up and head over to the lifting platform. Nayeon, who was sitting next to you, waits behind for a second and turns to you.

"Same place tonight," she whispers

You nod, giving her butt a subtle slap so no one else notices, "right, now get going, I'll see you later."

You watch her run up to catch up with the rest of the members. You head to the fridge in the changing room, grab a drink and take a seat on the couch, watching the big TV screen showing the stage. You hear the music turn up, the walls vibrating at this point, and then the stage rises and the nine of them appear on the screen.

--

The concert ran smoothly, it seemed your attention to detail this morning helped make sure there were no hiccups this time around. During the intermissions, the members had to do full outfit changes very quickly. You were assigned to help Momo. There was a level of order to the chaos during these breaks, everything looked hectic but it actually ran like a well-oiled machine. This also meant the girls were extremely professional during this time. You would help Momo get in and out of extremely attractive outfits, but there was no time for any lewd thoughts as she would be in and out so quickly. The only time you had to chat with the girls was during the subunit performances. The six members not currently on stage would sit around with you, watching the performances on the screen.

Eventually the show came to a close as they performed the last song in the encore. Before they could head back, you quietly grabbed a towel and snuck out of the dressing room, heading down the hall to an empty side room. This room had a desk and some couches with a screen that showed the stage outside. You watch as the girls ride the stage lift down, waving to their fans one last time before disappearing below.

About a minute passes before you hear someone open the door. In walks Nayeon, locking the door behind her, before running up to you and connecting your lips. You kiss briefly before she backs up, breathing heavily as if she was just running. She stood in front of you wearing a simple shirt with a skirt and knee high boots. She looked incredibly sexy.

Before the tour started, you and Nayeon were spending a night together drinking. She made you agree to a deal that night; the deal was that after every concert in this tour, you and her would sneak away for a quickie.

"Come on, we don't have much time," she pants.

"Nayeon, do you still want to do the thing Chae was talking about yesterday?"

Her eyes open wide, she clearly forgot about the conversation in the restaurant. "I... I don't know..."

"How about we save that for next time?" You suggest. She seems to like this idea. You grab her and bend her over the desk, "but I'm still going to fuck you."

She reaches back and lifts up her skirt, exposing a pair of bright pink underwear. You waste no time, grabbing them and yanking them to the ground. She is already wet, Nayeon was easily the most wet of the members; she was also the only member who would regularly squirt when she came. You lift her left leg up and place it on the desk that she was bent over, giving you better access to her body. You reach a hand down between her legs and feel between her folds, getting your hand covered with her juices.

You free your penis from your pants and use her juices to lightly coat yourself, making it easier to penetrate. You step forward and without further ado, enter into her. A soft moan leaves her mouth.

"Ooooh this is all I could think about during the encore," she coos, "I couldn't wait to feel your cock inside me."

You don't take your time. You immediately grip her cheeks and begin plowing into her. The sound of wet flesh filling the small room. You fuck her hard, making her lose the ability to make any noise as she stands there bent over the desk, mouth wide open and eyes shut. More wet slapping noises fill the air.

You keep pistoning into her, never slowing down your pace. This was not a love-making session, this was raw, unfiltered, animalistic fucking. It doesn't take long for you to feel yourself reaching climax. You hold on, making sure she finishes first. At this point there is a whole puddle of her juices on the ground between her legs. It only takes a couple of minutes before she speaks up.

"I'm... about... to... cum..." She moans out between your thrusts.

You bend forward and move your grip from her ass to her shoulders, for the first time since entering her you change pace. Usually when one of the members is about to cum, you just continue whatever you were doing, but you knew from experience that Nayeon's favorite way to finish was with hard pumps. You do exactly that. Your hands holding her shoulders for support, you thrust your entire length into her. One time. Two times. By the third thrust she had gone over the edge. Her pussy flowing liquid onto the floor beneath her.

Two more thrusts and you feel yourself about to cum, too. You pull out from her and her pussy turns into a hose, no longer being plugged by your cock. She squirts hard. You start stroking yourself and within seconds you cum on her ass cheeks. The first splash of your cum flies out with intense velocity, leaving a line of cum from her ass halfway up her back. You aim down slightly, not wanting to make a mess on her clothes. You watch your cum pile up on her cheeks while her pussy finally stops flowing.

You reach over and grab the towel that you brought earlier. You first quickly wipe the back of her shirt. "Sorry about that, I went a bit farther than expected."

She looks back at you and giggles, "you're going to get us caught."

You look at her, then down at the puddle of her juices, and then back at her, "right, I'm definitely the one leaving a mess."

She laughs again as you wipe her legs dry before cleaning the pile of your cum off her ass. You pull her skirt back down and hand her underwear to her. She puts on her underwear as you wipe yourself clean to the best of your ability.

"Could you come to my room tonight," she asks shyly.

You look at her, she seems embarrassed by something. You know she's not shy about how wet she gets, so you wonder if it's something else.

"Sure."

You send her back to the dressing room to join the rest of the members while you quietly head out to the vans to try and avoid any suspicion. The seating plan for the vans are the same as last time, but this time you share the backseat with Nayeon and Sana. You are sitting between the two this time, while Momo and Dahyun are in the middle seat.

The two girls next to you are browsing their phones on the ride back to the hotel, when Sana suddenly squeaks, "look it worked it worked!"

She shows you and Nayeon her phone. On the screen there is a clip of Sana sitting on the stage. The video clearly shows up her skirt, her panties peeking out briefly.

"The outfit you chose worked!"

Nayeon smiles, "you are going to get in serious trouble if you show more than that."

Happy with herself, Sana leans back into her seat and starts reading the comments.

"Oh by the way, Y/N are you going to sleep with me tonight to make up for how you abandoned me this morning," she says casually while still reading her phone.

You look over at Nayeon before answering her, unsure if she just wanted you to visit her room or sleep with her that night. Nayeon gives you a little nod.

"Yes my princess I can," you answer.

Sana notices your exchange, "umm, did you and Nayeon unnie have plans already?"

Nayeon gives the girl a reassuring smile, "nothing like that, I just need to borrow Y/N for a bit before, but he'll be free by the time you go to bed."

Sana looks slightly concerned, worried that she was ruining something.

You reach your arm around her and give her a small peck on her cheek, "don't worry, I'll head over as soon as I'm done."

She relaxes a bit, still curious about what was going on but lets it go.

In the middle row Dahyun is listening to the conversation while looking out the window. Ever since the other night she has wanted to get your attention, but she never found an opportunity to get you alone. Not wanting to cause trouble tonight, she decides she will try asking you to sit with her on the flight tomorrow.

#smut #fanfic #fluff #twice #kpop #nayeon #jeongyeon #momo #sana #jihyo #mina #dahyun #chaeyoung #tzuyu #jype #male reader #mature

[theneurodivergentdummy]

CAT CAFÉ

Burgerpants x reader

(if you've read my burgerpants headcanons you kinda know where this is coming from lol)

"Why would you bring me here." Burgerpants said, face bent in obvious discomfort as a cat hisses at him... For the eighth time.

You try desperately to hold in the laughter you could feel bubbling up.

"What do you mean? I thought this would be the perfect place for the date." You comment, the sarcasm rolling smoothly off your tongue.

"I hate this place. This is a terrible date." You grip the hem of your shirt as you try not to laugh once again as a cat slides down his orange face. Getting a hold of yourself, you feint mock offense, putting a hand to your heart for dramatic affect.

"Are you calling my date TERRIBLE?" You somehow managed to make a fake tear slide down your face.

He rolled his eyes at your comical performance, a slight smirk in his lips. You were currently at a popular cat Cafe I your city you had been wanting to try for the longest time. It had a large variety of cats, a spacious interior, excellent food and you had the ingenious idea of bringing your orange boyfriend along with you. (Because it would be funny of course)

Of course you didn't tell him where you were going until you pulled up to the cafe. ...he was not happy... let's just say the waitress agreed with you and also thought bringing your feline boyfriend to the establishment was an excellent comedic choice.

You were aroused from your recollection as the friendly waitress placed a pair of lamented menus in font of you, gawking at the pile of cats surrounding burg. Some of them (mainly the males) were hissing or swatting at him, but most of them were oddly intrigued, taking to cuddling the poor guy. The cats had yet to pay any attention to you, but you didn't mind, finding the scene before you to hilarious to be bothered. Burg had tried countless times to remove or distract the cats but (to your boundless amusement) to no avail. Eventualy he gave up opting to let then do whatever they pleased.

You had taken so many pictures.

Looking over the cute menu, you decided to order the neko burger, a side of macaroni, and a citrus Boba soda. You would order dessert later, if burg was okay with staying for it.

Now don't get me wrong, this was ridiculously funny, but you would never force him to stay here if he was too uncomfortable. You checked if he is still okay with staying here for the first little while and he reassured you with tired eyes and a lazy grin that it was okay. You told him that if he changed his mind the two of you could go to a movie or something instead, but he insisted it was alright, and that this made you happy so he would put up with a few annoying felines.

You held up the menu for him to read, seeing as both of his paws were being preoccupied with the heap of cats. He ordered the alfredo paw-sta, a side of barbecue wings, and a latte art (with a cute cat drawn on top).

"Mmm those wings actually sound pretty good, do you think you could share with me?" You asked, drooling happily at the thought of delicious food.

"ONLY if you share your food too." He countered.

"Deal." You replied, reaching your hand across the table to shake his.

He stared at you, a long haired white cat pawing at his eye.

"Oh right sorry." You said remembering his paws were covered In at least 20 cats, all vying for his attention.

You didn't have to wait too long for your food, and it was, as expected incredibly good looking. You took a couple photos of both your foods, and another of bugerpants for good measure.

Sitting back down you were surprised when one of the male cats who had been very hostile to burg, had curled up in your lap. It was black and decorated with white socks, and a white belly. You flailed your arms, and pointed down at the purring cat in your lap, getting burgs attention. And he just...stared. it was odd because there was the most blatant lack of emotion behind it, and you didn't have a single clue to what was going on inside his head.

"Uh, baby? You all good?"

Silence.

Until the black cat, locked eyes with burgerpants. They sat there for a moment, almost seeming to have a silent conversation, before the black cat makes a light hiss. For a split second, burgerpants had the most outraged face, animosity and jealousy etched in his fur, his hackles standing on edge.

You let out a chuckle you had been trying to hold in, your hands quickly finding themselves at your bumbling mouth. Trying, and failing, to keep control of the flood of laughter that nearly swallowed you whole.

His face switched to confusion.

"Are- wheeze- are you JELOUS!?" You laughed. "Of a CAT?"

You let the floodgates open as the loudest ugliest laugh ripped through your throat. The black cat long gone, having forsaken your lap for a quieter more peaceful place to nap. The waitress shooting a startled glance in your direction. Burgerpants let a smirk pull on his lips as he rolled his eyes.

"Alright, whatever, can we go watch that movie now?" He said, wanting to leave this place as fast as he could so he could spend time with you by himself.

"Y-yeah let me just -wheeze- pack the fooooooood AHAHAHAHA!!!!"

#Burgerpants x reader #Burgerpants #Gn reader #Cat #Cats #undertale #Burgerpants x gn reader #underverse #Fanfic #Cat Cafe #burgerpants undertale #burgerpants #Sfw

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One line any fic! Rules: pick ten of your fics, scroll to somewhere midpoint, pick a line chunk and share it, and then tag ten people.

I was tagged by @hetrez - thank you! Trying to do a little bit of everything, because I’ve written in approximately a million different fandoms :D

1. Star of the Masquerade (Stranger Things) Eddie opens his mouth, then shuts it again. Finally he laughs.

“Well, that’s an incentive,” he says. “Better be a good kiss, though.”

“Oh, it will be.”

“I’m talking fireworks here, baby.”

“Sure,” Steve says, achingly fond.

2. Meaningful Relationships (9-1-1) Hen nods. She doesn’t have a lot left in her right now: hospital stays are never exactly restful, and she kept jerking awake what felt like every five minutes from nightmares of Jonah’s face looming like a skull out of the darkness, tears on her face, panic thrumming through her. But she can manage that much, at least. For Denny. For her mom, too, although she’ll never admit how afraid she must have been where Hen might overhear it. “What are they making?”

“Waffles, I think. Toni got some blueberries from the farmer’s market.” Karen opens the door but doesn’t slide in; instead, she cups Hen’s cheek with a careful palm, and the tears are suddenly very close. “How are you, really?”

3. Nothing Dies in Derry (IT) Patty glances over at him, braking at the red light that was a stop sign when Richie lived here, the crossroads that changes from Route 69 to Kansas Street. Ahead of them the oil-stained pavement curves over the hump of Up-Mile Hill. He can almost see a thirteen-year-old Bill Denbrough flying down it, standing up in Silver’s pedals with the playing cards in the spokes roaring as he dodged traffic.

4. At the Edge of the World (The Witcher) “I should have.” Geralt’s face twists like he’s been poisoned, and then he adds, reluctantly, “I’m sorry.”

“Oh, that looked like it hurt. Did it? Is your tongue smoking from the effort of uttering one single solitary apology to your dearest friend?”

“Do you ever stop?”

“If you think you’re getting out of it that easily, you clearly haven’t met me.”

5. All the Time in the World (The Old Guard) “We are old men,” he retorts, bumping his shoulder against Nicky’s while they watch an elderly couple make their slow, careful way up the steps. The man holds out a knotted hand for his hijabi companion to grasp. They’re bent and aged, and they could be Nicky’s grandchildren a few dozen generations removed. It isn’t usually the sort of thing he considers anymore, but this has been a week for consideration. 

6. Unmasked (The Man From U.N.C.L.E.) Illya huffs, exasperated, but he can’t deny that the normalcy of bickering with Napoleon has settled him some. He doesn’t know how much of that is intentional: how much of Napoleon’s light good humor is one of his masks that he seems able to slip on and discard at will.  

7. Risks and Consequences (Agent Carter) Daniel reached for his crutch and pulled himself upright, then leaned down to untangle his prosthesis from his trousers and sock. There was something so lovely about him in that moment, mussed and tired and anxious, unselfconsciously naked in the gentle morning light. “You know he’s gonna be on the next flight back to New York.”

“I do know that. I propose we intervene.”

8. With Loves Like These (Shadowhunters) Izzy rolls onto her back, then turns over, pushing herself up on one elbow. On the other side of the room, Clary is perched cross-legged on her desk, wearing boxer shorts, mismatched fuzzy socks, and nothing else. An enormous newsprint pad is spread across her lap, and there are smudges of charcoal on her fingers and more smeared on her cheeks and temples where she must have shoved her hair out of her face without thinking. She’s unbelievably beautiful.

9. Hell Bent and Bound (Leverage) “I’m sending you the cleaning bill for my suit, too,” Hardison adds. Eliot finally lifts his eyes from the bar and looks at him. He raises his chin, looking belligerent and very young. “You got a problem with that?”

“I’ll buy you a new suit,” Eliot says. “Since when do you drink champagne?”

“Since the guy who’s supposed to make sure I get out in one piece stood there and watched me drown in a pool,” Hardison says, and Eliot has to hand it to him: his voice doesn’t even shake. It feels like a slap in the face. 

10. Full Immunity and Means (Hawaii Five-0) “So,” he says later, in the car. “Bisexual, huh?”

“Really?” Danny snaps, clinging to the grab-handle for dear life as they slalom into oncoming traffic. “Really, now, you want to have this conversation now? Eyes on the road," he adds, several decibels louder, when Steve glances at him.

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No-pressure tagging @lynne-monstr, @pizzaqueen, @alessandriana, @yesiwasateenagewerewolf, @tinyangryeddie, @hmslusitania, and anyone else who wants to play!

#tag game #my fic

[suna-reversed]

Icarus’ Irony ☀️

Toji Fushiguro x Fem! Reader

alternative title: “but I crumble completely when you cry”

2k+ words

Minors DNI‼️

A/N: if you haven’t already seen this cosplay, go get some Toji brainrot

Warnings/Tags: mentions of violence, manhandling, dacryphilia, mild dub-con, fingering, mating press, cum play, breeding kink, size difference, cheating, smoking/alcohol, shotgunning, degradation, slight praise, angstt, hurt/comfort

“Do you know of how Icarus fell?”

His question snapped you out of your post orgasm daze. You looked up at him from where your head rested on his bare chest, thighs straddling his lap, quivering a little as you pulled away to look at his face in the moonlight.

“He flew too close to the sun?”

Toji looked deep in thought as you answered, nodding his head slightly,

“Ah yes, he did…”

You almost purred as his warm hand slid up your thigh, kneading the sore-marked flesh,

“ ...but that wasn’t what what damned him”

He paused again, dangling the lit cigarette held in between the index and middle finger of his other hand, the same fingers that were buried deep inside of you not too long ago,

“...his ruination came with his desire. The closer he got, the more he craved. His delusion didn’t even let him feel the searing heat that burned through his flesh. He was too lost in thought of the eternal glory he believed he’d found.”

Toji adjusted his gaze to meet your eyes, the acrid scent of smoke hitting you as he leaned forward. His actions seemed slowed and you found it hard to differentiate the golden aura around his silhouette from his actual self. Has he always been so ethereal? 

“Do you think he smiled?” 

“Huh?” you mumbled out drowsily, your head falling back on his chest, breathing in his intoxicating scent. night-chilled mist and cedar. His hoarse chuckle sent shivers down your spine. 

“I asked, do you think he smiled...knowing he was the only one to ever get that close to the sun, even if it destroyed him in the end?”

You heard Toji take a puff out of his cigarette and your breath hitched as a hand came to your jaw, tilting your head up as he exhaled out the smoke in between your parted lips.

How had he stayed this long tonight? Usually, you’d be cleaning yourself up by this time, no trace left of the man who had been whispering sultry words into your ear while pounding into you from behind moments ago. He was never this talkative afterwards either. 

“Why are you asking me this?”

He leaned back, turning his head away from you. The slightest of change could be sensed in his posture as you hesitantly brought your fingers up to trace the scar next to his lips. He’d grabbed onto your wrist halfway before it could reach his mouth everytime that you had tried it before, growling a low “wanna try that again?”, that usually led to you being stuffed full of him once more. Perhaps he was too high to care tonight?

“Why am I asking you this?” A dry laugh left his throat as he finally looked back at you, still making no attempts to pull your hand away from his face. 

“because I think you’re flying dangerously close; whether for warmth, for lust, for love; whatever it is, I have a feeling you’ll go down smiling even when the light sets you aflame.”

You were too lost in his eyes, your mind clouded by the feel of his unclothed skin against yours. How did he get the scar? Had he ever told you? Did she know about it? A burning sensation formed in the pit of your chest as your eyes slid to the gold band kept neatly on the nightstand. He removes it every single time; right before he sinks to his knees with a moan, saying his prayers in between your thighs as your heels dig into his spine. 

You couldn't register his words anymore. It all sounded like incoherent gibberish, perhaps that's what it all was. Perhaps, that’s all everything he’s ever said was. 

“I only stay with her because of my son” 

“I’ll get a divorce soon enough” 

“She wont let me live in peace if she finds out-”

All gibberish. Garbage. Empty promises. Lies. Words that held no meaning.  

His lips were still moving, but all you could hear was the loud ringing in your ears. Suddenly, the sensation of his flesh against yours felt like too much. You couldn't breathe as bile rose up to the back of your throat. You pulled your head away from his chest, but the warmth wouldn’t leave you, the wet feeling on your cheeks worsening the burning of your skin. 

Why was he still speaking? Could he not see that you were dying?

Shut up, shut up, shut up-

You found your lips moving out of their own accord 

“Leave-leave me alone I hate you”

The sob that ripped from your throat made you feel like you had just been pushed off from a skyscraper, feeling the end nearing, but it never quite seemed to come. 

Your incoherent pleas of being left alone continued as you felt muscular arms wrap around your figure; your sobs getting louder as you felt yourself being picked up, and then laid down on the plush mattress that still held the remnants of your previous feat with the man above you. 

You didn't realise you had been thrashing until a hand grabbed onto your wrists, bringing them together as Toji used his weight to pin your struggling body down, his other arm coming around to pull you into his chest, effectively muffling out your screams. 

Your sobs took a while to die out; leaving your eyes burning, throat dry, and the throbbing pain in your head worsening by the second as you continued to stare at the chipped ceiling past his shoulder. The same ceiling you had stared up at as he had ruthlessly rutted into your cunt, calling you “his obedient little slut”- “his cumdump”. 

That’s what you’ll always be, isn't it? 

You felt the grip around your body loosen, the weight lifting off of you slightly as your eyes came in level with his face. He held an unreadable expression like always. A bitter laugh escaped your throat as you looked back on all the times you had dreamed of the scar next to his lip twitching up, only for you. 

“Stop it.” His voice was smooth, your body instinctively reacting to his command. You hated it. But you still did have control over your words, 

“Fuck off” 

You saw his eyes darken, his hand moving up to grab your jaw harshly, 

“What was that?”

Smack!

Your palm burned as it landed, the skin of his cheek already tinting a deeper shade of crimson. 

Heavy silence hung in the room.

You gasped in shock as you felt a pair of lips crash down onto yours, Toji’s tongue making its way into your mouth as you groaned. You contemplated biting his tongue, but the rational part of your brain seemed to be dulling out more and more the longer that his tongue remained clashing with yours, his hands moving up your abdomen to grope your chest, pinching and tugging at your sensitive nipples. 

You shut your legs together as his hand tried to slither in between, but your efforts were to no avail as he grabbed onto your thigh, holding it away, not even wasting a second to dip his fingers into your heat. You felt your face heat up at the wetness he found there. Toji moved back to sit on his knees, thumb circling your clit as you tried not to let out any more sounds of pleasure. 

“You hate me huh? Then what’s this?” His fingers pumped in faster inside of you making you arch your back, a cry of shame leaving your mouth. 

Toji grabbed onto your thighs to push them up to your chest, throwing your legs over his shoulders and biting at the tender skin he found. A loud moan left you as you felt him line up with your entrance, the tip already making you feel the stretch of his huge girth. 

You opened your eyes, only to be met with the same chipped ceiling once again. Tears welled up in your eyes, making your vision blurry as you felt a sob bubbling in your chest, pitying your own resolve for breaking so soon. 

But then you felt something rub against your cheek. A calloused thumb brushing away the tears as a forehead came down to press against yours, and you found your orbs locked onto the malicious ones of the man you had wrecked your sanity for. 

“You are…” he sighs out, and you grunt as he slides deeper into you, “...the only thought that plagues my mind.”

His lips meld with yours once more as he finishes his sentence, both of your moans being muffled against each other’s mouth. 

“...all-the-damn-fucking-time” he thrusts into you in between words. It's the closest he’s come to being gentle as his strokes, though slow, still hit deep inside of your dripping cunt. His hips jut into you more intensely as you bite his lip, hands moving up to entangle themselves into his dark locks.

You were crying and moaning and screaming all at the same time as his cock hit all the right spots, the pain of his huge member still being evident even after it had fucked out your pussy countless times. But it was drowned out by the pleasure as his fingers found your clit once more, hastily rubbing the sensitive bundle of nerves as he picked up his pace. You found your face contorting in pleasure soon enough, hips bucking up to meet his thrusts as you felt your climax coming. 

“C’mon, go ahead, cream all around my cock like the good girl you are.” He grunted, voice deep and dripping in honey.

The coil in the pit of your stomach snapped as his tongue licked its way up from your neck to your jaw. Toji continued fucking into you as you rode out your orgasm, your body spasming from the overstimulation as you felt your insides being filled with thick spurts of cum. Toji groaned, pulling back to look at the sight of your cum-filled cunt, collecting the slickness that had dripped out of your hole with his thumb, only to push it back inside.

You were too tired to move a muscle, too tired to cry or curse him as he got up, walking out the bedroom door. The hollow feeling once again flooded your chest as you shut your eyes, hoping to wake up from this endless nightmare. 

Your body jerked awake as you felt something cool slide against your thigh. You snapped your eyes open, lifting your head, only to find the man you had just cussed out a thousand different ways sitting on the edge of the bed, a wet cloth in his hand. You were too stunned to say anything, staring at him as he inched forward, continuing his task of cleaning up the mess. 

You let your head fall back against the mattress, sighing as the conflicting thoughts in your mind continued to race on. You found yourself being lifted, a blanket being put over you before your head was pulled into a warm chest, arms wrapping around you as a hand cradled the back of your head. Your thoughts all disappeared away, the familiarity of his body becoming almost cozy as sleep took over your senses. You thought you heard him mutter something, but then again, you might as well have dreamt it.

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Toji found his hand lingering over the door handle as he glanced at your slumbering figure. Sighing, he walked back over to cover you with the blanket that you had kicked off. 

He found his own mind flooded with conflicting feelings as he walked out of your building. He had never stayed the night before. Moreover, he was trying to find a justification for the three cursed words he had muttered last night.

He decided to blame it on the nicotine that was clogging his system. Even though he had felt his high clearing as soon as he had seen you sobbing and moving away from him, your face filled with disgust. He never wanted to see you feel that way about him again. 

He looked down at the golden band clutched tightly in his palm. The metal was starting to rust. He was surprised your curious little mind didn’t notice, didn't ask him why - because real gold didn’t rust. He found his mind flashing back to the first time you had asked him,

“Are you...seeing someone?” 

He hadn’t known you for too long then, but the tug in his chest each time you were around made him want to disappear out of existence. 

You made him want to lose all restraint, and what would the man be if he lost his sense of identity, the only armour he harboured; his rigid demeanour. 

The lie had rolled off his tongue easily enough, switching over the band on his index finger to his ring finger under the table. Lifting it up for you to see, he had felt his heart clench at the flicker of sadness in your eyes. But that seemed to work as even more proof for why he had to draw a boundary around himself.

You burned like a thousand fires, your brightness blinding, your warmth creeping up to thaw the ice around his heart.

It terrified him.

How he always ended up coming back for more, how he ended up breaking a little more each time his name slipped past your sweet lips, how he’d vowed to destroy anything that dared cause you agony. Even if it meant destroying himself. 

Toji Fushiguro finally knew the answer to his question. 

He too, would go down with a smile if it was you lighting the match to his pyre, if it was you ripping the wings off his back.

After all you were the only light in his life, his precious sun.

How does it matter if he burns himself out trying to get closer to you?

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[peterbarnes]

Together

Summary: Based off the rooftop scene in the No Way Home Trailer. When the state of Peter’s world gets too overwhelming, he knows he can always rely on you to kiss it better.

Word Count: 1k

A/N: y’all i was QUICK with this goddamn

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gif credit: @tomhollandnet​

You didn’t understand how it was possible for the sky to be so bright and blue when the world felt like it was falling apart around you. Maybe navy, maybe a dark red, even. But that’s the beauty of the world; even when you’re so overwhelmed and terrified that you’re rarely not on the verge of tears… it just keeps spinning, keeps producing these beautiful images right in front of you. And hey, maybe that was just what you needed right now. 

“Look at this,” you chuckled, bringing the newspaper closer to your face. “Some suggest that Parker’s powers include the male spider’s ability to hypnotize females.”

“Stop, come on,” Peter groaned. His eyes were closed and the sun beamed down on his face as he lay flat on his back, a chemistry textbook propped up under his head. You couldn’t help but drag your eyes over his face, heart melting at the golden glow the sun gave his skin. He looked so relaxed and at peace here with you on this rooftop, the dark circles under his eyes and the tense wrinkles on his forehead seeming to fade away. 

“Yes, my spider-lord,” you teased in your creepiest-sounding voice. 

The two of you broke out into a fit of giggles and you rolled onto your side to face him, placing your head gently on his shoulder. 

“Can we just stay up here all day?” Peter asked you softly. His voice wavered as if he could break out into tears at any moment. “It is so crazy down there.”

He turned his head so he could fully look at you and you could see the tears that stained his eyes. You felt the water begin to build up in your own eyes and tried to blink them away, ending in a single tear sliding down your cheek onto his shirt.

“Sorry,” you whispered, voice breaking. Even before this whole mess, you guys never felt the need to hide your emotions from one another. You had spent countless nights holding him as he cried and heaved, mourning all his losses. And he had spent so many nights holding you, kissing the tears away as he tried to ease your anxiety. This wasn’t new for you two, but it felt different this time. The stakes were higher, Peter could go to jail.

“You don’t have to apologize,” Peter told you, pressing a delicate kiss to your forehead as he snuggled further into you, wrapping his arm around your torso and pulling you closer. 

“Why do the worst things happen to the best people?” You asked, more to the universe than to him. “You don’t deserve this, Peter.”

He paused.

“Maybe I do.”

“What?” You asked sharply, jumping up from the concrete of the roof and staring down at him. For someone going through such a whirlwind of emotions, Peter’s face was collected, calm, but yet tinted with a deep sadness you had never seen him wear before.

“London was my fault, [Y/N]. I gave Mysterio the glasses, I trusted him-”

“Peter-”

“No!” He yelled, hands flying to his hair to tug at his roots anxiously. “You don’t understand! I-I-”

Before he could finish his thought, he burst out into tears, pulling hard enough on his hair that you thought it would fall out. His sobs were so ugly and heavy that he could barely even breathe between them. You didn’t hesitate to drop back down to the floor, wrapping his shaking body in your arms. You gently removed his hands from his hair and interlaced them with yours as he cried onto your shoulder, soaking your shirt.

“It’s okay, Peter. I know, let it out, sweetheart.”

You stayed there for hours, holding him as all of the emotions he had been internalizing and building up finally exploded. Neither of you said a word, your love language was touch, so you never had to tell him that you loved him. Every time you squeezed him tighter or pressed a kiss to his hair or ran your finger over his palm, he knew. How could he not?

His sobs started to die along with the sun, and by the time he had fully stopped, the bright, blue sky had become an appropriate navy. You moved him away from you just enough so that you could wipe away the tears that littered his face, pressing kisses to where they used to be.

“I know how much you try, Peter. And I know you’re fucking exhausted, but I need you to keep trying for just a little bit longer. We’ll find a way out, we always do, and that isn’t going to change this time around. So, we’ll fix it, together.”

You cupped his face in your hands, his brown orbs boring into your own lovingly. He leaned in to press his forehead against yours and almost let out a breath of relief at the contact. You saw his brows crease slightly and his tongue run over his lip as he contemplated what to say next.

“Thank you,” he whispered against your lips.

“Even if the entire world pushes you away… I won’t. I love you.”

“I love you, too.”

Before the words could even fully leave his lips, he was capturing yours in a soft kiss. His hands made their way towards your hips, gripping on for dear life as if he was scared you’d be taken away from him at any second. You stayed up on that roof the entire night, thoughts of the next day tucked far away in your minds as you got lost in each other kisses, knowing that as long as you were together, there would always be a happy ending waiting for you.

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[sunnyjae]

hii omg this is my first time requesting, idk if your requests are open but please take ur time ~

prompt 28 and 29, sunghoon x femreader smut, they could possibly be fuck buddies then the reader becomes too clingy and hoon doesn't like clingy hook ups and then jealousy thingy aaa i dunno you can add the rest kckekwkakajwwq

btw i love ur recent jay smut ><

ohhhhh this is my first time writing proper angst lol

i hope you enjoy it regardless ♡ lmao personally i don't like how this one turned out

prompts: #28 “nobody can have you. nobody can talk to you. nobody can look at you. especially if you’re mine.“ + #29 “i think you’re being too, you know, clingy. like leave me the fuck alone sometimes“

apathy ♡ psh [req]

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT. I put my smut strictly under the smut tags on here to protect you guys so don't open anything with a warning like this one. Please.

pairing ♡ sunghoon x fem!reader

genre ♡ non-idol!au, fwb2l, smut with no explicit dom/sub dynamics :)

warnings ♡ angst, smut (no specific warnings for this) toxic hoon, emotionally unstable hoon, cursing, cliche toxic romance

word count ♡ 3.5k

summary ♡ your friend hurts you, but it only makes the both of you realise how much you need each other

author’s note - there is more dialogue and storyline in here than smut because I wanted to make the relationship easier to follow along with - it works either way i think

Sunghoon’s slim fingers wrapped around your neck as the two of you kissed, his lower lips trapped between yours, and you savored his sweetness for the last few moments. You knew it was only a matter of time before he’d pull away and leave.

Chest-aching from the familiar pain of him removing his hands from your skin, Sunghoon's face immediately moved away from yours. The pout on your face was disguised as playful, but you were internally withering away. Sunghoon checked his phone and looked at you, puffy lips pressed into a firm line. “I have to go, I have training in an hour."

“Don’t go yet,” you wrapped yourself in your own sheets, your single bed a lonely reminder that you were genuinely alone without the warmth of another body like that of Sunghoon’s.

He swallowed, feeling his jaw tick as he pulled on the strings of his sweats around his bare hips. “I’m going, I’ll message you later.” he huffed.

“Oh...but I thought you had time to at least watch something with me?” The ache between your legs dulled the more he moved away, pulling his black tee over his shoulders and shrugging it down. Your fingers itched to pull him down, tempted to run them through his dishevelled hair.

The least he could do was spend time with you after all of this. “You know, Y/n,” he turned to you, sliding his phone into his pocket. “Don’t think I haven’t noticed. You’ve been really touchy with me recently.” he stated.

You swallowed. “W-what do you mean?”

“Exactly what you think I mean.”

Your brows furrowed, an unsettled expression overtaking your soft features.

He couldn’t bear to look at you any longer. Frustrated, his head drooped. “I think you’re being too,” eyes returning to yours, Sunghoon felt himself breathe out forcefully. “You know, clingy.”

Your lips parted, the word alone feeling like a kick to the stomach, and he continued. “We’re not dating we’re just fucking - like leave me the fuck alone sometimes.”

You shoved your blankets aside to stand on the carpet, the shirt you borrowed from him last week dropping on the floor as you slid it off your torso. At this point you didn’t care that your chest was bare. He watched you. "Get out."

“I said get the fuck out - If you didn’t like me you could have just said so.” you rolled your eyes to stop the tears threatening to spill from your pretty eyes. “No need to insult me.”

Standing your ground was the least you could do. You grabbed the shirt and threw it at him rather than to him. He barked out a single laugh. “You’ll get over it,”

You looked at him incredulously, “What’s gotten into you?”

He smirked, eyes emotionlessly following your movements as you pulled your own hoodie over your body. “You’re overreacting. I don’t like you, like I said - we just fuck.”

“I thought I told you to get out.” you moved towards the door, heart pounding out of your chest at his smell still lingering on your skin, and just barely the taste of his lips on yours. You felt disgusted that you’d kept this going for so long - longer than it needed to be going on for.

The two of you had an arrangement. Nothing too serious - just hooking up once in a while. You weren’t one to hook up at all really, but when your friend of two years Sunghoon slept with you after your 18th birthday party, it was mutually decided as a casual thing. Unfortunately for you, who wanted more than just the sex bit, Sunghoon caught on to your efforts to spend more intimate non-sexual time with him.

“Right. See you.”

“No.”

“What do you mean no?” he asked, combing his fingers through his hair.

“No. This was the last time.” you whispered. “I was asked out last week - by this guy.”

Jay was lovely. He was in the same Psychology class as you and was the captain of the school’s hockey team. He’d caught you after class when you were organising your notes and asked you on a date, since he knew you were single. You thought, since he was nice, it would be better to spend some time with someone who knew what they wanted, and maybe find something more you liked in him along the way.

Sunghoon stepped backwards, the door to your apartment feeling a lot closer than it actually was all of a sudden.

“You’re going to date someone?” he let out a humorless laugh. “You’re playing, right?”

“No. And I’d appreciate it if you'd finally leave. I’m wasting my breath talking to you.” you spat, opening the door. “Have fun at practice and don’t contact me again. I’m not fucking you - ever.”

And those were the last words exchanged between you before you went MIA for three weeks.

You snorted while watching Jay make three overly expressive poses, while Jungwon, the school’s magazine photographer two years below, snapped some shots of the Team Captain.

“How do I look?”

“Sexy!” you giggled playfully.

“Yay!” he jumped, a beautiful smile gracing his features.

The photographer had finished his snapshots after around thirty clicks, and you shuffled over to Jay. His arm rested comfortably over your shoulders as you played with his fingers. “Thanks for hanging out with me after practice last week.”

The word practice brought back a bitter taste in your mouth, “Not at all - I should be thanking you. You've been quite tired recently, so you should rest more.”

The charming grin Jay flashed you from the side made you break out into one of your own.

It was only when someone cleared their throat that you turned in Jay’s arms. Jake, Sunghoon’s best friend of five years and also a member of the football team, stood in his studs and full kit, Heeseung and a third - the last person you wanted to see - next to him.

His eyes were icy as they fixed onto yours. Jay felt your fingers stop playing with his rings, and instead, you took his hand in yours. He smiled. “What’s up, Sim?”

Jake gulped, straightening. He glanced at you before lightly shoving Sunghoon with the side of the football. “I was gonna ask if you wanted to have a chat about the new photos for the sports teams? Niki says we need the Runners on the website too.”

“Right.” Jay nodded, arm dropping from your shoulders. He took your hands into his fully, garnering a tense Sunghoon’s attention. “Alright lovely, looks like we have to part ways here. I have to have a chat with Jake and the others but I’ll catch you in the next Psych class?” His eyes were hopeful.

You nodded, returning his smile, although not reaching your eyes. “Sure.”

Jay waved at you before heading off.

Opting to go to your locker, you turned.

It was when an uncomfortably warm hand on your arm made you jump, sending a tingle down your skin and the same familiar set of slim fingers splayed over your forearm.

“You’ve been ignoring me,” he said.

You didn’t speak, prying his hand off you and continuing to walk as he tailed you.

“I messaged you,” he added.

You pursed your lips, turning the corner to the set of blue lockers next to the bathrooms and swinging your own open.

Sunghoon stood next to you, clad in his own football kit, a slight sheen of sweat on his forehead, just covered by the black headband he sported. “I know.” You spoke.

“We need to talk - it’s fucked up for you to cut me off just because you got yourself a boyfriend.”

“Honestly, I don’t know what you’re trying to salvage here.” you shrugged, pulling out your social sciences textbooks, the covers feeling slippery in your hands from your sweaty palms.

The pause heightened the tension between the two of you, his eyes raking up and down your body shamelessly as he recalled fucking his fist earlier in the week to memories of you kissing his neck eagerly and him fingering you until you cried. “Have you even thought about me?”

You laughed, eyes dark and numb. “I thought you didn’t like me being clingy.”

The tension was rife, and Sunghoon felt he needed to breathe in to manage his emotions. He didn’t like the ache settling in his belly at your words. Was it guilt? He couldn’t tell. It felt like indigestion. Maybe he didn’t eat properly earlier.

“You’re still hung up on that?” he threw his head back, closing his eyes.

“I’m not hung up on anything. I just don’t see why I should contact you if we’re not fucking anymore.”

He points between you and himself - “I thought we were friends.”

“Oh,” you slammed your locker shut, making some students who were passing jump in surprise. When you swiveled to face him, Sunghoon's eyes held a fierce lust you couldn't mistake for anything else. Hiding your shudder under his gaze, you gritted your teeth. You hated how responsive you were to everything he did. “So now we’re friends, huh?” you spat, giving him a disgruntled look.

“Can you fuck off with that - that’s not what I meant when I said it before and you know it. You’re twisting my words!” he yelled at you.

“Then what did you mean?” you shoved him out of the way to leave, letting Sunghoon stand alone and wallow in the information he just gathered from the conversation.

Jake threw his best friend the football. Midway through practice, he noticed Sunghoon had been distracted, and offered some consolation to get to the bottom of the clueless coward's feelings. “You know you’re a dick, right? You’re a clueless piece of shit who can’t handle his emotions, dude.”

“Wow, Jake, thanks for the memo.” he deadpanned, chucking the ball back rather violently. Under the cold, hard exterior was a scared, love-sick Sunghoon.

“See what I mean?” the Aussie responded, a sigh leaving his lips. “Will you ever admit you love her and just fucking move on with your life? You just had to ruin it for yourself by calling her clingy."

"You do know that’s what you have to do after sex? It’s called aftercare for a reason you ass-” he mumbled, rambling. The coach sat on the bench near the exit to the nets, yawning as he watched the players practice.

Sunghoon was distracted, as everything in his daily life brought back memories of you: things you'd said ; things you'd done ; and where you'd gone with him sometimes. And yet he had neglected you ; he’d forgotten your needs. Now there were only thoughts of how you linked your fingers with Jay’s running around in his head; how your smile was genuine and pretty; how you laughed. Jay looked after you. You were happy without Park Sunghoon. And that’s what finally broke him.

Jake frowned when his friend dropped the football, the object bouncing on the grass a good five times. “What-” And then, when the wind blew Sunghoon’s hair out of his face, Jake realised that his friend was crying.

You fiddled with the sleeve of your hoodie, the same ochre material you wore the day you kicked Sunghoon out of your apartment.

“Hey, sweetheart.” Jay sat next to you, resting his chin on his fist as he observed your solemn face. “What’s wrong?”

You softly smiled to yourself, but you knew it was just supposed to be masking your feelings. “Nothing, I think I’m tired.” you lied.

“And I think you’re fibbing - c’mon, tell what’s going on in that quirky brain of yours.”

The room was chilly, and you distracted yourself by playing with your red biro.

“Is it Sunghoon?” he asked. You looked up at him, and he gave you a nod. “I know.”

“You do?”

“Yes. And I completely understand.” he smiled at you sadly, “Find some time to talk it out with him. I know you must have had a misunderstanding.”

“Jay, I like you.” you uttered. “A lot. A-and you’re the most amazing human being. But I’m like that dumb female lead who can’t decide what she wants until she gets her heart broken by the only person she’s ever loved.”

“I know,” he affirmed, squeezing your hand. “Even if you don’t feel completely set on getting serious with me, I’m okay with that. I want you to be happy, and if that makes me hurt a little bit then I’ll make sure you won’t hurt like you are now.”

“I’m so sorry Jay,” you whispered, sniffling, and he brought you into a hug, stroking at your head.

“Hey,” he chastised, playfully. “Don’t get all teary on me now!”

You hiccuped, digging your sweater paws into your closed eyes. “‘M sorry.”

“Go talk to him. I’ll be here if you need me, I’ll always be backing you as a friend or whatever you want me to be.” he promised, brushing your hair back.

You entered the locker rooms after practice as the rest of the footballers were exiting. A few whispers of your name and you knew someone had been anticipating you showing up.

Sunghoon wiped at the sweat on his neck with his navy blue towel, the embriodered initials you’d sewn on still tightly stitched across in a pearly white. He sighed.

“Sunghoon,”

“Great, now I’m hearing things.” he muttered into the door of his changing room locker, chucking the wet cloth onto his bag with a disgusted grunt.

“Are you ignoring me now, you dick?” you spat, crossing your arms over your chest, and he spun to face you.

The shock was evident on his face and he temporarily lost his cool before straightening and clearing his throat. “Uh, hi.”

You swallowed. “Hello.”

A few seconds passed and his eyes refrained from meeting yours, uncharacteristically. He yelped an apology, as did you. “I’m so-”

“Sorry for-”

You stopped, covering your mouth and his eyes widened as he bit his lip at the awkwardness.

“Um.” he sounded out, words somehow not forming in his throat. He realised the two of you were alone a little too late. “I want to go first.”

“I’m an asshole.”

“Yes.” you agreed, and he nodded, not even concerned about arguing about it at this point.

“I made a mistake. I loved it when we hung out.” he paused, stepping forward with his hands at his sides. “I fucking loved spending time with you. You made it all worthwhile.”

The shaky breath he let out made your heart speed up. “You know I’m shit at talking and apologising - and basically everything-”

“Get to the point.” you muttered.

“Right.” he nodded. “I’m- fuck.” Park Sunghoon groaned, finally getting a good look at you in all your natural beauty. “I’m so fucking in love with you. Be clingy all you want - I can’t handle not being with you.”

“Me too.” you told him.

“Please don’t lie to me,” he said.

“You hurt me a lot.”

When he gripped your hips with his hands, you let him pull you towards him, “I fucking know - and I can’t forgive myself for that.” he said, “But I want you so bad. I want to have you all to myself.”

He swallowed hard, his Adam's apple bobbing up and down. “Is that so bad, y/n? Thinking that nobody can have you; nobody can talk to you; nobody can look at you - especially if you’re mine?”

You bit your lip. “I-”

“I want to make you mine.” his voice was rougher as he spun you around and pressed you against the door of the locker, mouth parted in pants and hovering over yours teasingly. “Can I have you, please?”

You whispered out an affirmative “Yes.” and his lips met yours with a deep and desperate groan.

He mumbled expletives into the kiss, using his tongue to swipe at your pretty bottom lip as you circled your arms around his shoulders, “Shit, I’ve missed your taste so much. I could never get enough of you before,” he whined, hips pressing into your abdomen, “And God, I love your pussy.” his fingers dug into your scalp as he pushed his face downwards into your neck, taking in the scent of your skin. “Your tits, fuck.”

He hiccuped, eyes glossy as he realised something, looking into your eyes. “I never took your ass.” he sighed, biting his lip, “Please tell me nobody took your ass,”

“No,” you whispered, wrapping your hand around his neck as you brought him down into another soft kiss. “I saved my tight little ass for you.”

“Aw, fuck.” he swore again.

Sunghoon pulled away quite suddenly, stripping himself free of his clothes. “You know what? No.”

“What?” you pouted, looking up at him. “What’s wrong?”

“We’re going into the shower. I’m fucking you in the shower.” he repeated, almost ripping the headband off his forehead. "I wanna make sure you're prepped and comfy when i fuck your ass so im doing your other hole when we get home."

You giggled as he nearly tripped getting into his slippers, passing you another pair of his own. He pulled off his shorts, already hard and standing against his stomach. You stripped, running into the shower and he chased you, hearing you squeal. When he turnd the hot water on, he reached around to your ass and presses a single finger to your puckered hole. “Fuck baby, you’re gonna be so tight.” he groaned. You whined when he pushed his long index finger fully into your ass, pressing it in and out in a few motions as he kissed you, the water cascading over your shoulders and back.

“Tight little hole, all pretty for me, isn’t that right?” he looked into your eyes, almost begging you to just let him.

“Yeah, ‘m really tight Hoonie.” you sighed as he pressed your back into the glass, his large hands splayed over your hips. He lifted you and pressed the length of his cock against your folds, using the leverage on the glass to hold you up.

“Yeah? You gonna let me loosen you up, later? Stretch you out with my cock?”

"Fuck, baby." you swore, looking down to the reddened tip of his cock catching on the hood of your pussylips.

He just wished you'd sink down already, and when your walls open up to accommodate his cock as he slid in around your velvety wetness, he cursed again. He hummed, closing his eyes, resting his forehead on your shoulder.

"I love you," he looked up. "The way you look when I fill you up, I-" he hiccuped, eyes glossy from the humidity in the shower, "I can't handle the idea of someone else fucking you, kissing you, or holding your hand."

You swallowed, pouting. "I love you, Sunghoon."

He fucked into you hard, the ridges along his length creating a delicious friction inside your pussy. "You feel so good," he moaned, pulling you into a kiss.

When he placed you back on your feet a few thrusts in, you whined. Sunghoon leans in to whisper, "Jump."

And he caught you, wrapping your legs around his waist and he sat on the bench on the side of the shower wall

His cock sat snugly inside you once again and you almost burst out into tears at the feeling of finally having him again.

He hit your ass cheek with his palm and told you, "Look at me," circling his arms around you to bring you into him again.

Sunghoon's skin was slippery and wet, and he was warm. You bit your lip to stop a sob from escaping.

"Do you like my cock in you?" he asked. You nodded. "How does it feel?" he muttered.

"So good," you whimpered, and he wasn't even moving.

He gave you a smile, "You make me feel like I'm having an out-of-body experience sometimes."

"I said I missed your body - and I did - but the way I missed you as just you was so painful." The honesty and fragility in his tone had you curling into him.

He bounced you in his lap, your tits moving up and down at the motion, and he couldn't help but gape at them. When your nipple found its way into his mouth, you knew he felt sincere. Your pussy squeezed around him as he pulled you up and down on his lap. "I missed having your tight pussy on my cock like this. I just wanna be in there all day every day." he groaned.

"I wanna have you in me all the time," you whispered. "No one will ever fill me up like you do."

note - i listened to selfmade orange 2 while editing this haha

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Happiness is a butterfly • J.M

James Patrick March x fem! Reader

Warnings~ mentions of death but apart from that nothing.

Plot~ literally just james comforting you after a bad dream but then you babying him after he finds out it was abt him.

Type~ fluff

AN~ I apologise in advance for this I wrote it on a whim and it’s absolutely awful but I wanted to post something so here it is. Also this is literally not proof read or anything, it took me around 20 minutes to write so there is probs so many mistakes lol :)

All of a sudden, she awoke, panting in the dimly lit room. Her body drenched in sweat as she began to panic. Her eyes darted around the space, trying to find comfort within her surroundings.

The room was silent except from the soft snoring of her boyfriend, James, as he slept peacefully besides her. She sighed in relief at the sight of him, biting her lip as her eyes began to gloss over.

‘it was just a dream, ‘ she reassured herself. ‘he would never hurt me.’

Although, she told herself this every night, without failure, she would have nightmares about her ‘beloved’ boyfriend brutally murdering her. Not only were these dreams horrific, but they were damaging too.

Not only towards y/n, but her relationship as well. She knew far too well of what he was capable of and what he liked to call his ‘hobbies’. However, they never truly bothered her until now.

She began to grow scared of her boyfriend. Worrying that one day he may snap and her blood will be on his hands like the blood of his many previous victims.

She carefully removed James' arm from around her waist, causing him to slightly stir within his slumber. Cautiously, she got up, making her way to the en-suite bathroom within the room. Locking the door behind her as she entered.

A single tear escaped her eye as she slid down the back of the door. Once that first tear broke free, the rest followed in an unbroken stream. She bent forward where she sat on the floor, pressing her palms to the mat below her. No matter how many times she reassured herself that her boyfriend would never do such a thing, she still remained terrified.

—

James awoke from his slumber, turning to see his beloved y/n wasn’t laying besides him. He instantly began to panic, his breath hitched and his dead heart pounding against his rib cage. He jumped out of bed and began searching the room for any trace of his lover.

He called out her name but there was no avail. At this point a million thoughts were cluttering his mind. He began to worry that one of the evil souls within the hotel may have kidnapped her or that she packed her belongs and fled the hotel in the night.

All thoughts were soon thrown out of the window as he heard a faint noise coming from the bathroom. He walked closer to the door of the room, pressing his ear against it as he reached it, to hear, his lover sobbing softly on the other side.

His heart plummeted as he heard her delicate whimpers and cries.

What was causing such immense sadness for his queen? He questioned.

Was it something he had done? He just had to know.

James softly knocked on the door, causing Y/n to practically jump out of her skin as she wasn’t expecting anyone.

"Who is it?" She sniffed, trying to pull herself together but failing miserably in the process.

"It's me, dearest." James replied, his voice soft as he spoke.

"What do you want?" She asked in a rather harsh tone, causing James’ face to fall.

"For you to unlock the door my love, we need to talk." He replied quietly, feeling rather defeated.

Y/n sighed. No matter what she would always give in to James wishes. She carefully got up from the bathroom floor, momentarily inspecting her appearance in the mirror before sliding the chain from the lock.

Instantly, James twisted the handle of the door and opened it. Causing him to come face to face with his beloved y/n. Her hair ruffled and knotted while her usual rosy cheeks were mascara stained.

He instantly scooped y/n into his arms, hugging her close to his chest, but she stood completely stiff within his grasp.

"Y/n...what's going on?" He asked as he traced his hands up and down her back comfortingly.

The sudden warmth of James touch caused y/n to give in. She let herself relax into his embrace. Burying her head into his bare chest as tears, once again, began to escape her eyes.

"Shhh my love." James cooed, planting a soft, warm kiss onto her forehead.

Y/n's small whimpers and cries grew into something more as she stood there in her boyfriends arms. She clung to him, desperately, as he did the same to her.

James had no clue what was troubling his darling y/n, but it was something severe enough to cause her pain. Which caused him to worry deeply for her. He loved her more than anything to exist in this world. So seeing her hurt was like seeing his entire world crumble within his grasp. It broke his heart entirely to witness.

Y/n suddenly removed her head from James' chest to look up at him. Her eyes scanning every inch of her boyfriends face. In taking his beauty. Focussing on his perfection began to calm her.

James watched in childlike confusion as she did this. Wondering why she had been staring at him for so long.

"Your pretty." Y/n sniffed as she wiped her eyes.

"Pretty?" James questioned, obviously confused to why y/n had used such a word to describe him.

"Yeah. Pretty." She repeated.

James didn't know why or how but he felt his cheeks fluster as those words escaped y/n's mouth. The sudden redness of James' cheeks caused her to let out a slight giggle.

"My dear, you mustn't be calling me these things. You know it gets me terribly flustered." He chuckled, feeling triumphant that he made his lover laugh.

James then began to, softly, brush away the remaining tears on y/n's  face with his thumbs. Softly caressing her cheeks as he did so.

James loving nature caused y/n to be overwhelmed with a feeling she hadn't felt in a long time. Safety.

—

Time skip ~ 1 hour later

Y/n lay comfortably with her boyfriend. Her head rested upon his bare chest as his arms remained around her waist, pulling her close. He began to trace little circles on her bare skin with the tip of his finger.

He hadn't realised how much he truly missed this.

Although, James hated to admit it his favourite moments were moments like these; his lover laying in his arms peacefully, not a care nor worry in the world. Just him and her. Together for all of eternity. (he hoped)

It had been a little over an hour since James found y/n, they still hadn't spoken about the situation.

"Y/n?" James suddenly spoke.

Almost startling y/n as she was half asleep.

"Yes, James." She answered, burying her face into the crook of his neck.

"What caused your hurt?" He asked.

Y/n looked up at him in that moment. Realising the sheer amount of worry and concern he held for her.

"I had a bad dream" She replied simply, shrugging it off.

"About what?" He questioned curiously.

"You, James." She answered bluntly, turning her face away from his in fear of his reaction.

James face fell and his eyes grew sad as a reaction to his girlfriends confession. What had caused y/n to be so distressed was exactly what he feared it to be. Himself.

A few silent moments went by. Y/n with her back facing away from her boyfriend as tears began to form in his eyes. That was until he, unexpectedly, intertwined his fingers with hers. Causing her to turn to face him.

She realised how truly hurt he was by what she had said. She didn't even go into detail about what happened within her dream, she didn't have to. James knew immediately what she meant as soon as his name escaped her lips.

"Y/n, my dear, I would never, ever hurt you." He promised, his voice cracking slightly as he spoke.

Y/n felt tears form in her eyes as she saw her boyfriend in such a state. She held them back and held a brave face.

She couldn't breakdown in front of James again, not tonight.

"I know." She replied softly as she pulled him into an embrace.

At this point James was sobbing. Sure he felt embarrassed by the fact he was doing so. He hated being vulnerable in front of anyone, even his y/n. He didn't want to be seen as weak, less of a man.

Yet here he was, his face buried in the crook of his lovers neck as he sobbed softly. More vulnerable than ever. He felt safe in her arms.

He moved his head from her shoulder, planting it onto the centre of her chest. Resting his ear against it so he could hear her heart beating steadily. It soothed him in a way, listening to her heart beating as he clung to her.

James was telling the truth when he said he'd never hurt his love. In fact, a thought of harming her had never crossed his mind. Not even when they had first met.

This was unusual for James as when he would first meet someone, his first thought would be how he would kill them. But not y/n. Not a single thought of harm crossed his mind. The moment he first set his gaze upon her he wanted to do nothing but protect her. And that's what he set himself to do.

It was his purpose.

"Shhh baby." Y/n cooed, as she planted a soft, warm kiss onto her boyfriends forhead.

James looked up from y/n's chest and his gaze met hers. Their eyes meeting and their souls interlocking in that moment.

James leant in, planting a soft, passionate kiss onto y/n's lips. At first she didn't kiss back as she was quite startled by his sudden movement. But as soon as she realised what was happening she kissed back. Running her hands through his untamed, black, curly hair as he softly caressed the back of her neck.

It had been a long time since they had shared a kiss like this. Sure they had kissed many times but those  kisses were different. They were quick and heated merely thoughtless, acts of sexual desire.

James had only kissed y/n 2 times like this previously. The day of their first kiss and the day they had first made love. Which made moments like this special.

These acts of contact were way more than just  sharing spit. It was as if in this moment they were connected. Bind together.

"Oh darling." James breathed as he parted his lips from y/n's.

He rested his head against hers, catching his breath as he stared into her deep y/e/c eyes. He kissed her nose gently causing her to let out a slight giggle.

"I am so deeply smitten for you." He continued.

"As I am for you." She chuckled, she then shifted so she was now laying on James' chest, which caused him to smile.

"I love you, y/n" He spoke softly, planting the softest kiss onto the back of his lovers head.

"I love you too, James”

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