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btsqualityy · 1 year

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BTS Dating Series #9: First Intimate Moments

Members x Reader

Genre/Rate: 18+, fluff, smut

Summary: One of the first times you become intimate with your boyfriend.

Warnings: oral sex, dirty talk, squirting, rough sex, and creampie.

Kim Seokjin

“Jinnie,” you giggled as Jin pressed soft kisses onto your cheeks and nose. The two of you were at his apartment in the living room, cuddled up on a blanket on the floor in front of the roaring fireplace.

“I love you so much Y/N-ah,” Jin murmured against your skin.

“I love you too,” you whispered, moaning softly when Jin kissed your lips softly twice.

“My gorgeous girl,” he whispered before beginning to suck on your neck. Even though it felt amazing, you knew that you’d have to tell Jin the truth before anything went too far.

“Jin?” You called and he just hummed in reply. “I have to tell you something.”

“I’m listening jagi,” he replied but you shook your head.

“I’m serious,” you stated as firmly as you could and that made Jin lift his head and look down at you.

“What is it?”

“Well, I really enjoy...this,” you began, motioning between him and yourself with one of your hands. “But I’m not ready to go any further.”

“Was it something I did?” Jin checked. “Did I make you uncomfortable?”

“Not at all,” you assured him. “It’s just..well, I’m a virgin and I’m not really ready to go further than this.”

“Hey, I understand and I’m more than ok with that,” he said.

“Really?”

“Really,” Jin chuckled. “I’d never pressure you into something you aren’t ready for, ok? I’ll wait however long it takes.”

“What did I do to get so lucky?” You wondered aloud, smiling when Jin leaned down to kiss you again.

Min Yoongi

“Lay back baby,” Yoongi instructed you and once your panties were off your legs, you did as he said. He didn’t hesitate to settle in between your open legs, making himself comfortable as he came face to face with your folds.

“Keep your eyes on me or I’ll stop,” he told you, waiting until you had nodded your agreement before he surged forward and sucked your clit into his mouth. You instantly cried out in pleasure, your head falling back as his tongue expertly swirled around your clit. However, as quickly as it had started, the feeling was gone and you lifted your head to look at your boyfriend.

“I told you,” Yoongi shrugged simply. “Eyes on me, baby.”

“Ok, fine,” you relented and with that, Yoongi went back to licking at you. You had, of course, known about your boyfriend’s self proclaimed skill at oral but actually feeling it for yourself for the first time had you seeing stars.

“Holy fuck,” you gasped, reaching down and gripping his fringe in your hands, watching with wide eyes as he ate you out. “That feels so good Yoongs, fuck.”

“Mmhmm,” he moaned against you and the feeling had you grinding your hips against his mouth, chasing behind it. Only a few minutes later, you felt your orgasm winding to it’s end in your abdomen.

“I’m, I’m gonna fucking come,” you warned him and he just stared right into your eyes as you came undone. As your essence leaked down onto his tongue, your body fell back limply onto the bed, your orgasm having used every ounce of energy that you had.

“Holy fuck,” you gasped in shock as Yoongi pulled away from you, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand as he crawled up your body in order to look at you. “How the fuck did you do that?”

“It’s an innate talent baby,” he smirked before leaning down and kissing you, making you moan as you tasted yourself on his tongue.

Kim Namjoon

“You don’t have to do this,” Namjoon tried to say but you just smiled as you set your hands on his chest, pushing him backwards until he was forced to relax against the couch.

“I want to,” you told him from your place on your knees in between his open legs. “I wanna make you feel good.”

“I just don’t want you to think that,- oh fuck,” he groaned when you leaned forward and licked the tip of his cock. As he looked down at you, he watched in awe as you swirled your tongue around the head before slowly and steadily sliding his entire length into your mouth. The feeling of your mouth around him had his stomach muscles clenching tightly, his balls tightening as you worked him towards his orgasm.

“I know you wanted this,” you breathed out as you took your mouth off him, gripping the shaft with both hands as you pressed open mouthed kisses along his length. “I see how you look at my lips, at my mouth. How you always end up sliding your tongue against mines when we kiss. How your cock is throbbing in my hands right now.”

“You’re right,” Namjoon relented, looking down at you through hooded eyes. “I’ve been dreaming about how I’d feel in your mouth. You make me feel so good, just like I knew you would.”

“Then use me,” you whispered, chancing a look up at him through your lashes. “Use me to make yourself feel good. I won’t mind.”

“You sure?” He checked in and you gave him a small smile before taking him back into your mouth. Taking your word (or mouth) for it, he reached down and set his hands on your hair, experimentally thrusting his hips upwards while also pushing your head down at the same time. The action had you gagging lightly around him but the feeling of that felt like heaven around his cock.

“Fuck yes, baby,” Namjoon grumbled, letting his head fall back against the couch as you took him to ecstasy.

Jung Hoseok

“Hobi,” you whined from your place on the couch. “Come on, I wanna watch the movie!”

“I’m coming, I’m coming,” Hobi chuckled as he walked into the living room. “I did just get home, you know? You barely gave me 20 minutes!”

“I’ve been looking forward to this all day,” you admitted, waiting until Hobi had sat down on the couch next to you before you draped the blanket that had been covering you onto his lap as well. “Had a long day.”

“Me too,” he replied as he grabbed your legs, laying them on his lap. “But now it’s just the two of us, finally.”

“Finally,” you smiled before pressing play on the movie. The two of you had been fine when the movie first began to play but since it had been a few days since you had last seen each other, it didn’t take long for hands to start wandering and for Hobi’s lips to find yours.

You ended up on your back, your legs wrapped around your boyfriend’s waist as the two of you made out passionately. Not exactly knowing what to do with your hands, you reach up and station them on Hobi’s ears, not expecting him to groan and thrust towards you, the bulge in his sweats brushing against the crotch of your leggings.

“Fuck,” Hobi grunted, his hooded eyes opening just enough to look down at you. “You have to warn me before you do that.”

“Sensitive?” You guessed and he nodded his head sheepishly. “Maybe I should do it more often then?”

“If you do, don’t say anything when I want to throw you down and fuck you,” he chuckled.

“I wouldn’t mind that,” you smirked.

“Come here,” Hobi whispered before kissing you deeply and you grabbed his ears again, pulling lightly on them and moaning against his lips when he thrust against you again. His hand trailed downwards, slipping underneath the band of your leggings and panties that you had on until he found your slit.

“Fuck,” Hobi grunted appreciatively. “You’re so wet, Y/N-ah.”

“You’re the one that makes me wet like that, the only one,” you told him. “You wanna do something about it?” Hobi smirked down at you and the next thing you knew, you were face down, ass up on the couch with Hobi’s tongue buried between your folds.

Park Jimin

“Please, Jimin-ssi,” you begged, gasping as he fucked you deeply. The two of you were in his apartment, tangled up together in a sea of comforters on his bed as you sat perched in his lap, your naked body pressed up against his.

“I know baby, I know,” Jimin murmured in reply, leaning forward and pressing open mouthed kisses all over your chest and collarbone. Your back arched deeply, soft moans and whimpers escaping your lips as the two of you looked into each other’s eyes.

“I love you,” he told you and you smiled, reaching up and tangling your hands in the hair on the back of his head.

“I love you too,” you whispered. “I love you too.” Jimin leaned forward and kissed you passionately, the two of you making out as your orgasms began to build. Just like your entire relationship had been, sex with Jimin was passionate, loving, and intense. The feeling was almost addictive and you found yourself never wanting this to end; never wanting him out of you.

“You’re sucking me in baby, fuck,” Jimin drawled out against your lips. “I can feel you creaming me, too.”

“You’re so deep, I can’t help it.”

“I love it,” he assured you with a chuckle, pulling back from your lips slightly in order to look at you. “I’d fuck you forever if I could.”

“Do it,” you dared him. “I want you to. I’m yours.”

“Is this pussy mines too, baby?” He questioned deeply. “Hm?”

“It’s your pussy baby, all yours,” you swore. “Please don’t stop fucking me.”

“Whatever you want Y/N-ah,” Jimin murmured. “I’m yours.” And that night, the two of you ended up going four rounds; not able to get enough of each other.

Kim Taehyung

You gripped Taehyung’s forearms tightly as he laid you onto your back on his bed, shivering as he stared at your naked body.

“You ok?” He checked in.

“Just nervous,” you admitted. “This is our first time...you know.”

“I know,” Taehyung chuckled. “But I got you, ok? Trust me?”

“I do,” you smiled softly and Taehyung leaned down, kissing you firmly. As he did so, he grabbed the base of his cock with one hand, lining himself up and slowly pressing inside of you. You gasped into his mouth, breaking the kiss as you felt yourself stretching to accommodate his length.

“Oh my gosh,” you whimpered, tears streaming down your cheeks from how overwhelming it felt. “Tae, Tae, please.”

“I got you, jagi,” Taehyung murmured, dragging his hips back before moving them forwards again. “Talk to me? Tell me how you’re feeling?”

“S-so g-good,” you stammered, reaching up and clutching onto him as your bodies moved together. “B-big.”

“You’re so tight wrapped around me, fuck,” he grunted, one of his hands coming down to grip at your thighs that were wrapped around his waist. “You have no idea how long I’ve been imagining this, thinking about what it would feel like to have you laid out for me.”

“I can probably imagine,” you giggled tearily.

“I love you,” he told you as he leaned down, pressing soft and gentle kisses to your cheeks and nose, the taste of your tears salty against his lips.

“I love y-you too,” you whimpered, crying out in pleasure as Taehyung made love to you.

Jeon Jungkook

“Holy fuck,” you gasped as Jungkook fucked into you with vigor. Since today had been a rare and random day where neither of you had anything to do, the two of you had holed yourselves up in your apartment together.

Now, you knew that even though you and Jungkook hadn’t had sex together before now, the sexual tension between the two of you had been growing steadily each time you were around each other. You weren’t exactly sure what to expect when the time came either but it definitely wasn’t this.

“Yeah? You like that?” Jungkook wondered as he looked down at you, smiling softly at how your mouth was dropped slightly open.

“L-Love i-it,” you stammered, your chest caving inwards slightly as your breathing became harsher.

“I can feel you tightening up around me, shit,” he grumbled as he grabbed the sheets next to your head in his hands. “You gonna come for me?”

“I-I think so,” you whimpered as your eyes fluttered shut. The feeling that was building in your gut wasn’t like any other orgasm you had previously felt and the foreign feeling almost scared you.

“Hey, it’s ok,” Jungkook whispered to you and you opened your eyes, staring up at him. “Let go, baby. I got you.”

“Ok,” you nodded as you wrapped your arms around his neck and pulled him down into a searing kiss. As your tongues slid together, that’s when your orgasm chose to hit you. Your mouth dropped open into a silent scream as your climax leaked out of you and Jungkook moaned loudly as the feeling of your wetness triggered his own climax as well.

“God damn it,” you huffed, giggling when Jungkook collasped on top of you.

“You didn’t tell me you could squirt,” he mentioned casually.

“Didn’t know I could,” you replied. “That was my first time.”

“Oh, really?” Jungkook smiled widely as he sat up to look at you and you pushed his shoulder.

“Don’t get cocky,” you warned him with a smile.

“Hard not to when I just made you come that hard,” he smirked. “I love you.”

“I love you too,” you murmured before kissing him firmly.

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urfriendlylocalidiot · 7 months

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Happy birthday @happilychaengs 🥳 I hope you have an amazing day doing all your favorite things

I really hope this is good since my angst isn’t the best .. the ending kinda gets shaky

Forever Never

chaeyoung x gender neutral reader

Were you guys ever meant to be?

Meeting Chaeyoung was a whirlwind, you guys met when she After putting out a few (not very successful) albums, you guys finally had a song blow up in TikTok, at least enough to land you guys in a semi-decent venue performing for $20 a ticket. It was the best show you guys had performed to date, you guys had the largest turnout and the cover songs you guys did were the best. actually approached you first. You were the guitarist for a super indie band, you guys really only performed at small venues and dive bars. You had been playing instruments for as long as you could remember, much to your parents dismay. You had known your band members since you were in diapers and decided to form a band with them in high school.

After putting out a few (not very successful) albums, you guys finally had a song blow up in TikTok, at least enough to land you guys in a semi-decent venue performing for $20 a ticket. It was the best show you guys had performed to date, you guys had the largest turnout and the cover songs you guys did were the best.

Afterwards, you guys were shocked to find people staying after, hoping to ask you guys some questions. However, what shocked you the most was that one of them asked you for your number. Which, for the first time, you actually gave, since she was literally gorgeous. Upon first glance, you already thought she deserved to be on magazine covers, not in the sketchy venue.

And after a few minutes of conversation and learning her name was Chaeyoung, and already calling her ‘Chae’ instead, you decided to invite her to drinks with you and your band. It was a classic after performance tradition. And, you were glad to have made that decision to say the least, the girl could DANCE and you guys had the time of your lives!

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Let’s just say the next morning, you wake up in unfamiliar sheets (you were in a random hotel) with a splitting headache, and text from a number in your phone saved as ‘Chae ❤️’. You smile to yourself as you read the text she sent you “good morning sunshine, we need to redo last night ASAP”.

And that’s how you and Chaeyoung’s relationship starts. Although you guys never quite put a label on it, you always felt warmer around her. And you hoped she felt the same way. After a month of partying with her, you decide to take her out on a date.

You pick her up and give her flowers. You take her to coffee and a walk around a nearby park. It was nice, domestic. A far cry from how your relationship with her had been. You guys actually fully discuss your relationship with each other, and decide that you’re dating now. And that made you so happy, you just had to pull her into a kiss.

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6 months later, you guys are still going strong. And you also have found out about Chaeyoung’s job. When you first found out you were shocked, but after Chaeyoung reassured you that it would never make her see you any different, you felt more okay with it. It still made you a little annoyed that you had to hide your identity a to protect her. But you would sacrifice anything for her.

You even surprised her with a promise ring and she offered to let you move in with her. In her mind, you were hers already and she liked having her things close by. Not that she would ever say that aloud.

At first you were hesitant, you didn’t want to have to rely so heavily on her. But the more you thought about it, the more you came around. Her place was closer to the studio where you recorded music with your band anyways.

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1 year has passed since you asked her out on that coffee date. And you truly thought everything was going great. Until you came home one day to moans coming from you and Chae’s bedroom. When you walk in, your heart breaks. Chae isn’t just with one other person, she’s with 3, of all different genders.

You immediately slam the door, in tears and just leave. Just earlier that month, Chaeyoung had convinced you to quit your band, saying that it was a waste of time. Because of that, you weren’t in contact with your friends anymore and your parents had cut ties with you when you stayed with the band after high school. All you had was a freelance music job you did online. You just went, with no where in mind. There was no where else you could call home now.

Maybe in your heart you had always known Chae was doing something. In the back of your head, you were always a little insecure about dating an idol from one of the world’s largest kpop groups. You never felt good enough, especially when she asked you to cover your face whenever going to her company. It became even more obvious when she said she wouldn’t go on public dates with you anymore, it was just too dangerous. At the time you had agreed to all of her demands, but now you can’t help but wonder if you were just her puppet all along.

Eventually you do return back to the apartment, if for no other reason than to collect your things and get some closure. But of course, you run into the girl you had literally given up everything for.

“Baby, how could you do this to us?" you cried out, your voice laced with pain and trembling with emotion.

Chaeyoung’s face hardened, her eyes filled with remorse as she struggled to find the right words. "I... I'm sorry," she stammered, tears welling up now too.

Her words fell on deaf ears as your heart shattered further. The confrontation turned messy as your anger consumed you, your emotions boiling over. “A moment of weakness?!? That's not an excuse!" you yelled, your voice filled with righteous fury. "You betrayed me, Chae, you threw away everything we had for what?!?”

The room fell silent again as tension hung thick in the air. Her eyes shifting guiltily away from you. The pain etched on your face was visible, a harshness that couldn't be concealed. The truth hung heavy in the air as the confrontation reached its boiling point. The room felt suffocating, tension crackling like electricity between you and Chaeyoung.

"So, you think you can just cheat on me and then apologize? Is that what this is?" you spat, your voice shaking with a mix of fury and hurt. “Do you really have nothing else to say?”

Chaeyoung’s eyes glanced towards yours before it quickly darted away again, unable to meet your gaze. "I didn't mean for it to get so out of hand," she mumbled, her voice barely audible.

"What does that even mean?!” you exclaimed, frustration and pain fueling your words.

“It means, I never meant to hurt you, love.” She says, trying to comfort you.

“Then why would you…” your voice shakes as tears begin to stream down your face.

“Because at the end of the day, you’re it for me. But I needed to spend sometime experimenting.” She finally says.

And at the moment, you can feel it, your heart, breaking into a million little pieces. Unrepairable, unfixabke, forever to be shattered. You weren’t enough for her. You were never going to actually be enough for her, not fully.

“Experimenting?!? But I gave up everything for you, did it really mean nothing to you!?!”

“Babe, it meant the world to me, it’s just sometimes… other people have my heart too.”

Upon hearing that, you move to pack up your things and decide that no matter what happens next, you have to get away from her. You’d rather go into debt than spend another second getting your broken and stomped on.

Your relationship with Chaeyoung ended like a whirlwind, much like the night it started.

#happilychaengs #happy birthday #Chaeyoung x reader #twice #angst

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skepticbeliever-bookclub · 2 years

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Hello shippers & readers!

With the advent of autumn blustering in under some heat waves, we wanted to zero in on a particular subculture genre this fandom gets a craving for now and then and that is vampires. We solicited our members for the toothy, bloody, sexy nomination they'd most love to read and discuss together and the vote results were in: we chose wait by the light of the moon by drunkkenobi

Aside from scratching the vampire lore itch with a premise that had us shaking with the uncappable potential of what this Ryan would do to keep Shane alive, this fic gives us werewolves and another thing we needed deeply and that is Ryan and Shane as gay women, which helped us to enthusiastically examine our relationships with monsters in media and people socialized as women.

Rating: Explicit

Summary:

“This isn’t a bit!” Color finally returned to Ryan’s face with a brilliant flourish. “You are so infuriating. That is blood because you’re a vampire now and if you don’t drink it, you’ll die.”

“And why should I believe any of that?”

Ryan took a deep breath as she shook out her shoulders. “Because I’m a werewolf.”

Book Club Thoughts

Ryan's boobs and the sudden panic of realizing you nearly died: what a fic!

[The author's] prose feels incredibly natural. It's great writing that evokes emotion and always makes it clear where the characters' heads are at without feeling overwritten to show off

There’s a real person rhythm to [the dialogue] that i love very much and that comes through so easily when the fic is read aloud

I have made it absolutely zero secret that I am in love with the medium of vampires and while monsterfucking can be its own animal, if you will; I feel like [the author] touched on a very specific part of the vampire genre that I love the most. It's the sharing in a secret and honestly, loving the monster skin you're in

happy endings are so much more satisfying if they're earned and the characters had to grow to get there. and this WAS THAT.

I have to say, unrelated to the above, but god the smut is smokin’. I’m not often like, blushing when i read smut but somethin’ about fem!shyan really did it for me

The humour in this fic was just SUPERB and i liked how Shane’s voice and humour was present in the exposition and description too

god if ryan was a girl she would be such a menace

another of my favourite things about vampire fic is the biology and the retractable fangs in this one and moreover that they just burst out when she's in the throes of her thirst. Gorgeous

i think [the author] really perfectly encaptured what they'd be like as cis girls in a way that was very believable, i loved their family dynamics, i love supernatural creatures having to live mundane lives and go to work, i loved ryans tits, the biting kink, the period sex

I also just. Am obsessed with fics where vampires learn how to be vampires. It's esp so funny to imagine Shane dealing with that and all the innate Shane-ness

WOULD YOU LIKE TO JOIN US FOR OUR NEXT DISCUSSION? CHECK OUT THE FAQ, AND SEND US AN ASK! IF YOU’RE LOOKING FOR FIC RECS, PLEASE CHECK OUT OUR READS, NOMINEES AND BOOK CLUB REC LISTS!

#shyan #shyan fic #otp: we took an oath #skeptic believer #vampire shane madej #different gender au #werewolf ryan bergara #read of the week #sbbookclub

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thekittytat · 2 years

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The Green Room

Part I-The Banshee

Warnings: Part 1 is pretty pg-13 with mentions of marijuana, sexual images, smoking, and drinking. Somewhat slow build but part II will be well worth it <3

Rockstar Eddie Munson x punk Female OC

Third person but from Eddie’s perspective

SUMMARY: Eddie Munson’s passion creates a powerful stage presence when he and his band have a rare opportunity to perform at one of the busier clubs in a larger hub city close to Hawkins. Here he meets someone he’s like no one he’s seen around his small town, a girl whose striking persona throws him for a loop. Luckily he rolled high on charisma.

*Repost and slight edit bc I’m making this blog my new main*

Spotify Playlist Inspo: My WiP playlist titled ‘Dungeon Master Munson’ (Open to suggestions)

Wc: ~3.2k

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“Hooooly mother of Ozz…” Eddie said quietly, piquing the interest of his other band mates. They didn’t have to glance around long before their eyes had immediately settled on what definitely got Eddie’s attention. The most wildly gorgeous punk goddess they had ever laid eyes upon had come confidently strutting through the front doors of the generously packed bar, scanning the room in bored curiosity as she smacked a pack of cigarettes into her palm. She pulled one out with her teeth, and as she moved the hem of her leather jacket to place the pack into her back pocket, she met Eddie’s gaze for a brief moment before taking a lighter to the end of her cigarette, her heavy rings sparkling in the flame.

“Wheeere on God’s green earth did you come from, sweetheart?” he wondered aloud in an almost singsong tone. He watched transfixed as she shook her wild spiked hair from her face on the exhale. It was teased to stand up and outward, almost floating as if permanently blown away from her face during a roller coaster ride, reminding Eddie a bit of Souixie Sue or Joan Jett. The girl held her cigarette in her mouth as she slipped the leather jacket off her slender shoulders and onto the back of the chair she found available at the bar, revealing a shredded T-shirt safety pinned together laying atop a striped long sleeved tee. His eyes widened with excitement as he took in her attire: a Sex Pistols tee with the portrait of the Queen, her eyes and mouth taped over with the band’s logo. She was wearing a buckled leather choker with a chain attached to one of the safety pins at the tattered collar of the shirt. Her ripped, black skinny jeans were tight enough to sit comfortably at her waist alone, but was adorned with a Sid Vicious bondage belt anyway, hanging lopsided across her hips.

Eddie swallowed and quickly turned away as she looked his way again, not wanting to get caught staring for too long. He gaped at his band mates with wide eyes and jaw hanging open, and they similarly were also too stunned to speak. It was Eddie who broke the silence though, as he pursed his lips into a half smile and raised his eyebrows in an urgent expression.

“Dibs!” he exclaimed, to the groans and jeers of his friends.

“Dude, what!? No fucking way, I saw her first,” Gareth, the drummer of Corroded Coffin argued. All three of the other members had thrown their hands out in disbelief and resentment.

“But I,” Eddie retorted, pointing a ring clad finger in his friend’s direction, “claimed dibs first.” He grinned at them all as they scowled back at him, cursing him as they turned back to resume their sound check. His grin faded only slightly as he turned his gaze back to the bar. She had ordered a beer and was looking ahead as she sipped and finished her cigarette, putting it out in one of the ash trays.

“Ohhh you sweet punk rock angel, you will be mine,” he mumbled to himself, shrugging off his jacket and battle vest to toss on top of an amp before turning on his heel to setup his own gear. He never took his eyes off the punk babe at the bar while he placed a newly lit cigarette between his teeth to adjust his mic stand with both hands.

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“Thank you, guys and dolls,” Eddie began in a bored tone, his lips meeting the microphone so his voice sounded loud and distorted. “For interrupting your shitty lives to come see some shitty music.” He gave a toothy side grin at the crowd as a couple of rednecks in the back whooped. He took a long drag of his cigarette, exhaling the smoke upwards before sticking it on the headstock of his guitar. “This one is titled—”

He broke off the sentence to growl the title into the mic, a guttural bellow of the word ‘Skin.’ And at that, the deep crash of cymbals began, followed by the shattering blast of Eddie’s lead guitar along with the snare drum picking up speed. He let his first strum linger long and loud, holding his guitar outward in one hand, before beginning the intro riff at breakneck speed. The symphony of metal started up rapidly and continued its pace for the duration of the song. Many newcomers to the bar, blown away at the unexpected power this band of high school students conjured, began making their way closer to the stage. Most of the regulars were already down front, banging their heads up and down to the beat and swaying into each other, beers sloshing around the pit.

Eddie transformed onstage, his charismatic persona combined with his flair for the dramatic became the perfect amalgamation of a transcendent metal god. The song was mostly an aggressive tribute to the silky soft skin of a bare woman’s thighs and hindquarters—perhaps a bit too risqué for school sanctioned events, but loved and welcomed in the modest rock and metal scene of small town Indiana. The other lines of the song described a bit more violent scenes pertaining to that skin, portraying Eddie up there as a feral sex god, his eyes wide with lust and rage, his teeth bared and his tongue darting out of his mouth to rest at his chin in an animalistic grimace during breaks in the lyrics. It didn’t take long for sweat to bead down his forehead and shine on his bare, well toned shoulders, his white wife beater beginning to soak through along his chest and abdomen and cling to his fit torso. He shook sweat from his long hair as he embraced his role as the insane leader of their alleged cult, the dark curls now drenched and stringy across his face. Between verses, his snarls and grunts punctuated the hostile strums of his guitar, the omnipotent music reverberating around the establishment.

The song came to a halting crash with each instrument reaching its climax in tandem, before Eddie’s quick successive ending riffs coupled with the drummer’s rapid cymbal tapping sped up simultaneously to a satisfying resolution, drummer and vocalist not breaking eye contact as they bobbed their heads together to the beat. The crowd roared in applause and whistles, earning a wide grin from the frontman as he beamed around the room panting, stretching his arm up to raise his pick into the air. He gave a quick thank you nod to a bartender who had brought him a shot of tequila, courtesy of an anonymous metal head in the audience. He meandered back to the mic stand to give an out-of-breath word of gratitude.

“And to whoever is taking good care of me up here,” he breathed, raising his glass to the room and scanning the crowd. “This is for you. Salut!”

He downed the shot in one gulp, afterwards shaking his head and violently, tongue flailing along, before tossing the glass to the audience and repositioning his pick to begin the intro to the next song—a skillful and energetic cover of an Iron Maiden song.

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Eddie held his plastic cup of beer between his teeth as he began to unbuckle his belt before he had even entered the men’s room. He grasped the cup again with one hand as the other snatched the door handle to swing it open. He sauntered over to the urinal and chugged a sip of his beer as his other hand freed himself from his boxers, slightly smirking to himself in a tipsy daze as he pissed and drank at the same time. Once he flushed, he gripped his cup in his teeth again so he could wash his hands, smiling to himself and winking when he caught his reflection in the mirror, his damp curls sticking to his forehead underneath a sweaty bandana.

The paper towel holder was empty, so Eddie was shaking his hands dry as he kicked open the door again. The sudden thump of his heavy boot against the wooden door caused the girl in the hallway to look up at the noise, meeting Eddie’s gaze as he stumbled out of the restroom. He stopped in his tracks, releasing his chewed up cup into his hand and setting his foot back down on the floor, looking from head to toe at the girl before him. There she was again, feral, jet black hair and striking eye liner giving her a fierce presence and a stare that Eddie immediately knew he wanted her to ruin his life. She stood there against the adjacent wall in the cramped hallway next to the ladies room door, one foot crossing the other and her arms crossed with a lit cigarette in one hand.

“Oh uh…sorry,” Eddie began, before adding, “Hey.” The girl took a drag of her cigarette, keeping her supporting arm still hugging her torso.

“Hey,” she replied, exhaling smoke to evaporate throughout the hallway. “Don’t sweat it.” Her voice was a sexy, deep rasp that sent a flutter to Eddie’s heart.

“I uh, I haven’t seen you in here before,” he croaked, a smile tugging at the corner of his mouth as he took in her dangerous beauty.

“First time here,” she answered shortly, looking away before putting her cigarette to her lips once again. Before Eddie could reply, a handful of girls suddenly spilled out of the ladies room, forcing him to bite his question. The girl caught the door, and as Eddie turned to walk out of the hallway, disappointment wiping his smile away, she called back to him as he was heading out to the main room.

“Hey man,” she said, causing Eddie to whip back around, maybe too enthusiastically. She jerked her chin up and to the side in a motion for him to step closer, which he happily obliged. “Nice set.”

“Hey, thanks,” he grinned, walking back to face her. She held the door open with the tips of her fingers, her wine red nails tapping lightly as she studied him.

“So, you seem like the kinda person to go to when you need to purchase something specific,” she gave him a sweet side smile as she spoke, a sexy canine poking through her lips as she nodded her head to her words. She was considerably shorter than he was, and kept her head lowered so that she was eyeing him through her lashes, one eyebrow raised as she waited for his response. Eddie squinted lightly, pushing his head back a bit so he looked down his nose at her, his tight-lipped smile forming indentions in the laugh lines around his mouth and eyes.

“Could you be more specific, sweetheart?” he poked, crossing his arms and leaning against the opposite wall. She smirked, a stifled laugh escaping through her nose as she looked down at her boots. She shifted her feet to plant flat on the ground, bringing her cigarette to her mouth one last time and inhaled. Keeping her head angled down, her eyes flicked back up to his, smiling more widely now as she put the cigarette out on the door frame and flicked it to the trash behind her in the girl’s room.

“I think you know exactly what I mean,” she rasped. She put her hands in her jacket pockets and crossed her foot again as she leaned in the doorway, keeping the door ajar with her boot. Eddie nodded and looked up, smiling and squinting at the ceiling in faux contemplation.

“Yeah…yeah, I might have an idea,” he brought his gaze back down to hers and nodded his head in the direction of the back room of the hallway. She curled one corner of her mouth and nodded before disappearing behind the restroom door. This gave Eddie a few moments to release the breath he didn’t realize he was holding; he sighed and downed the rest of his drink, tossing it to a corner, afterwards bending over to wipe his palms on his thighs.

~~~

The “green room” was nothing more than a small changing room that doubled as an extra storage room. There was one loveseat, shelves for band gear, a makeshift vanity of a secondhand dresser with mismatched mirror, and a small bathroom with a shower towards the back. In one corner there stacked extra stage equipment that other bands had left or donated over time, almost completely blocking the small closet that carried extra hangers for the bands’ convenience. Overstock bar supplies littered various surfaces around the room: paper towels, utensils, condiments and other excess bulk items. It was the walls, though, that gave the room its charm. Every surface from wall to ceiling was plastered with band posters of all who had played there, good and bad graffiti, and signed names with words of encouragement (or insults).

Eddie led this newfound beauty to the back of the bar, kicking clutter and clothes around to form a path to his band’s gear. He knelt down to rummage around for his guitar case as the girl moved a discarded t-shirt and some scribbled on music sheets to sit down on the loveseat. He sprang up from the corner with a satisfied grin, looking admirably at a small baggie of an illegal substance.

“Here we are, love,” he beamed, shaking the bag before plopping down beside her.

“Thanks,” she chuckled, eyes transfixed on the weed. “And it’s Viv.”

“Eddie. Eddie Munson,” he replied with a smile, offering a hand that she shook softly. Her smooth, slender hand was cool to the touch and it sent chills through his spine, ending between his legs. His eyes trailed down to her shirt. “You know, I gotta say, I was a wreck when I found out Sid was dead.” She followed his gaze down.

“Oh, god. Yeah, I was a complete mess,” Viv agreed somberly. She pulled at the bottom of her shirt, smoothing it out before blinking up to meet his gaze again. Eddie became captivated by her piercing stare; he could tell her eyes were hazel by the way they sparkled more than one color, her dark eyeliner casting a dazzling contrast.

“The…the lasting legacy he made in the punk movement was…” he paused, her fierce glare derailing his train of thought. The corners of his mouth lifted in response to her raised eyebrows at his hesitation. “Legendary.”

Viv gave Eddie an appreciative smile, casting her eyes downward to stare at her boots. A few seconds passed silently before she spoke again.

“So, what're you thinking?” she asked, making eye contact again. Eddie started at this question, furrowing his brows. His previous thought was a rather raunchy scene of him finding out where the tattoo on her neck that he just noticed led. A montage of him pulling her onto his lap, placing gentle licks and kisses along the side of her neck and down to bite the ink on her skin swirled through his imagination. He shifted his weight and brought his ankle to rest atop his knee in order to hide his growing tension. His cheeks flushed slightly as he looked away, trying to quell his thoughts of her bouncing up and down across his lap, supported by his hands cupping her—

“What?” he shook the image out of his head and looked at her again.

“The price, man,” she smirked. Eddie’s eyes widened at the realization.

“Oh! Uh,” he gave an exasperated chuckle as he absentmindedly scratched his chin. “Well, I can do an ounce for $25, or uh…call it $15 and I join you.” He gave her his wide grin that defined the creases around his eyes and mouth, earning him an amused snicker in return.

“Alright, Munson. You’ve got a deal.”

At that Eddie beamed, leaping up from his seat to rifle through his guitar case again for his rolling papers. His belt chain clanged around his hip and a bandana swung from his back pocket as he dug through all of the gear. Finally he found what he was looking for and spun back around to give Viv a proud smile, tongue between his teeth and brows raised.

“The only thing, though,” he said, shoving all his paraphernalia into his jacket pockets, “is we aren’t exactly safe in here. You know, it’s still some high traffic to this room.” And it was definitely not quiet. Loud rock music was still thumping through the walls and the chatter of bar patrons got louder as the night progressed. Eventually an employee would need to come back there to restock. Viv gave him a quizzical look and rose from her seat slowly, giving her hair a tussle which didn’t even bother the hairstyle.

“Lead the way,” she rasped, flashing her pointed canine smile at him again. Eddie returned the grin before making his way to the main doorway to peer down the hall. After checking that the coast was clear, he shuffled back to the far end of the room, jumping over scattered music equipment and bags, to get to a small door in the back corner. He motioned for her to follow, apologizing for the mess, and watched as she gracefully maneuvered the maze of junk. It took a couple of shoulder slams to unstick the warped door from the frame, but once he got it open he stood back and gave her a courteous hand wave to motion her forward first.

“Step into my office,” he teased, following her through the doorway and slamming the door shut again, locking it. He turned around, wagging his eyebrows mischievously at Viv as he shook the baggie loose from his fist and emptying his pockets on the sink to get to work. She sat down across from him on the back of the toilet with her feet planted on the lid and watched as Eddie set up, catching his eye as she watched him expertly lick the blunt from side to side. He set it down on the sink so he could open up the window in the middle of the room, banging against the wood to unstick it from the window will. As he hopped up onto the sink backwards and hand-free, Viv smirked at him with an amused huff.

“Looks like my tequila shots haven’t affected your coordination much,” she grinned, a soft laugh meeting his surprised expression.

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thetattykitty · 2 years

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The Green Room

Part I-The Banshee

Summary: In 1983 (before the national legal drinking age was raised to 21) Eddie and his band score a gig at a more popular bar in one of the larger hub cities near Hawkins, on a Saturday night, no less. Just as they begin setting up, a more unique patron stands out from the crowd, catching his attention. Luckily for Eddie, he rolled a high charisma check.

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Warnings: Just some sexual tension and fantasy. Slow build. Marijuana, drinking, characters all over 18. Pet names. Punk character.

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“Dibs!” he exclaimed, to the groans and jeers of his friends.

“Dude, what!? No fucking way, I saw her first,” Gareth, the drummer of Corroded Coffin argued. All three of the other members had thrown their hands out in disbelief and resentment.

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“Thank you, guys and dolls,” Eddie began, his lips meeting the microphone so his voice sounded loud and distorted. “For interrupting your shitty lives to come see some shitty music.” He gave a toothy side grin at the crowd as a couple of rednecks in the back whooped. He took a long drag of his cigarette, exhaling the smoke upwards before sticking it on the headstock of his guitar. “This one is titled—”

The song came to a halting crash with each instrument reaching its climax in tandem, before Eddie’s quick successive ending riffs coupled with the drummer’s rapid cymbal tapping sped up simultaneously to a satisfying resolution, drummer and lead not breaking eye contact as they bobbed their heads together to the beat. The crowd roared in applause and whistles, earning a wide grin from the frontman as he beamed around the room panting, raising his pick into the air. He gave a quick thank you nod to a bartender who had brought him a shot of tequila, courtesy of an anonymous metal head in the audience. He meandered back to the mic stand to give an out-of-breath word of gratitude.

“And to whoever is taking good care of me up here,” he breathed, raising his glass to the room and scanning the crowd. “This is for you. Salut!”

~~~

The paper towel holder was empty, so Eddie was shaking his hands dry as he kicked open the door again. The sudden thump of his heavy boot against the wooden door caused the girl in the hallway to look up at the noise, meeting Eddie’s gaze as he stumbled out of the restroom. He stopped in his tracks, releasing his chewed up cup into his hand and setting his foot back down on the floor, looking from head to toe at the girl before him. There she was again, feral, jet black hair and striking eye liner giving her a fierce presence and a stare that Eddie immediately knew was going to ruin his life. She stood there against the adjacent wall in the cramped hallway next to the ladies room door, one foot crossing the other and her arms crossed with a lit cigarette in one hand.

“Oh uh…sorry,” Eddie began, before adding, “Hey.” The girl took a drag of her cigarette, keeping her supporting arm still hugging her torso.

“Hey,” she replied, exhaling smoke to evaporate throughout the hallway. “Don’t sweat it.” Her voice was a sexy, deep rasp that sent a flutter to Eddie’s heart.

“I uh, I haven’t seen you in here before,” he croaked, a smile tugging at the corner of his mouth as he took in her dangerous beauty.

“Hey, thanks,” he grinned, walking back to face her. She held the door open with the tips of her fingers, her wine red nails tapping lightly as she studied him.

“You seem like the kinda person to go to when you need to purchase something specific,” she gave him a sweet side smile as she spoke, a sexy canine poking through her lips as she bobbed her head to her words. She was considerably shorter than he was, and kept her head lowered so that she was eyeing him through her lashes, one eyebrow raised as she waited for his response. Eddie squinted lightly, pushing his head back a bit so he looked down his nose at her, his tight-lipped smile forming indentions in the laugh lines around his mouth and eyes.

~~~

“Here we are, love,” he beamed, shaking the bag before plopping down beside her.

“Thanks,” she chuckled, eyes transfixed on the weed. “And it’s Viv.”

“Eddie. Eddie Munson,” he replied with a smile, offering a hand that she shook softly. Her smooth, slender hand was cool to the touch and it sent chills through his spine, ending between his legs. His eyes trailed down to her shirt. “I gotta say, I was a wreck when I found out Sid was dead.” She followed his gaze down.

“Oh, god. Yeah, I was a complete mess,” Viv agreed. She pulled at the bottom of her shirt, smoothing it out before blinking up to meet his gaze again. Eddie became captivated by her piercing stare; he could tell her eyes were hazel by the way they sparkled more than one color, her dark eyeliner casting a dazzling contrast.

Viv gave Eddie an appreciative smile, casting her eyes downward to stare at her boots. A few seconds passed silently before she spoke again.

“What?” he shook the image out of his head and looked at her again.

“The price, man,” she smirked. Eddie’s eyes widened at the realization.

“Alright, Munson. You’ve got a deal.”

“Looks like my tequila shots haven’t affected your coordination much,” she grinned, a soft laugh meeting his surprised expression.

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megan-loves-surveys · 1 month

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#18.

What are three things that make you feel sick to your stomach? 🤮: Other people vomiting, pieces of onion in things (onion flavour is fine, I just don't like the texture of them) and rotten egg smell.

Have you ever had food poisoning? 🤢: Yup. It was from an egg sandwich at a bakery, I think the eggs weren't refrigerated properly. Every single person that ate at that place got sick that day. It eventually went out of business lol.

What is your favorite shade of green? 💚: I like all shades.

What are three items on your current to-do list? ✅: Go to the gym, buy a few things (shapewear mainly) and check in with my BFF.

What is one of your favorite Christmas carols? 🎄: I dunno about carols, but I loveeeeee Girls Aloud's Christmas EP. Their original songs, especially "Count The Days", are gorgeous.

What are three things that you would buy if you were rich? 🤑: I'd just travel constantly, and come home to NZ in the summer. I'd also get front row seats to every WWE and AEW event lol.

Do you own a Nerf gun? 🔫: No.

Have you ever been a member of a 4H club? 🍀: No idea what that even is, lol.

Have you ever been to Washington state? 🌲: I've been to the airport there when I was transferring between San Francisco and Chicago.

What is your favorite thing about the beach? 🌴: I'm not a big fan of the beach, but I do like when you go and the weather is glorious.

Are you afraid of snakes? 🐍: We don't have snakes in my country, so I don't really have any experience with them xD

Do you think frogs are ugly? 🐸: No, they can be cute!

Are you Irish? ☘️: Yep, my last name couldn't get any more Irish if it tried (it has an apostrophe in it xD).

Name three things that you find refreshing. 🌿: Cold water, nice fresh air and a nice shower.

What are three things you like about spring? 🍃: Winter is over, it's getting warmer and the trees are going green again.

Do you like guacamole? 🥑: Not really.

Do you have spring allergies? 🌱: Definitely.

Are you currently waiting for something? 🐢: A few things, yeah.

What are three things that don’t exist, that you think it would be cool if they did? 🦖: Flying, a way to make sure I always had enough money and cheaper travel :P

Are you a bookworm? 🐛: Used to be, but sadly not anymore.

What is your favorite type of tree? 🌳: I don't know what the names of trees are lol.

Do you have a green thumb? 🧤: No.

Have you ever had kiwi by itself, not paired with strawberry? 🥝: All the time, tho in my country, it's called kiwifruit xD

Have you ever had a coworker named Liz? 🦎: No.

What are three of your favorite things to put on salads? 🥗: Mayo and that balsamic dressing.

What is your favorite vegetable? 🥦: Potatoes. Obviously. Also corn and peas.

Have you ever cut cucumbers? 🥒: No?

Who was/were your favorite high school teachers? 🍏: Miss Haywood was cool, she was my IT teacher.

Have you had COVID? 🦠: I definitely did, in 2022. I was sick far longer than I usually am with a cold, and I felt shitty for weeks after - I was tired by the middle of the day and kept getting dizzy. I think I had it again last year too, but I never tested so I can never be sure.

What’s your favorite type of salad dressing? 🥬: Mayo.

How often do you take the trash out? 🚛 : We put our bins out once every 2 weeks, but more often if they get super full.

When was the last time you completed a jigsaw puzzle? 🧩: Good lord, I have no clue.

What are three things that appeal to you about New York City? 🗽: So many things to do, I love that busy city feel and great shopping.

Do you own a pair of Crocs, and if so, what color are they? 🐊: Hell no. And if I ever wear a pair, please kick my ass cos I've clearly lost my mind LOL.

What is your Chinese zodiac sign? 🐲: Rabbit.

What is your favorite game show to watch? ❎: Dunno.

Do you own any succulents? 🎍: No.

What was the last type of fruit you ate? 🍈: Kiwifruit.

About how much time do you spend online in a day? ✳️: Too many hours lol.

Do you prefer canoeing or kayaking? 🛶: Neither.

What is your least favorite shade of green? 🟩: All of them are cool.

Name three things you hate or dislike that are green. 🟢: Green onions, that weird chives stuff that's in everything... hmm.

What makes you shine? ❇️: Dunno.

Do you prefer books or movies? 📗: Books.

Are you more reserved or outspoken? 🈯️: I can be both.

Do you like olives? 🫒: No.

Do you like pears? 🍐: Not really, I don't like the gritty texture.

Do you own a notebook made out of recycled paper? ♻️:? Not that I know of.

Have you ever performed a trick with a yo-yo?🪀: Maybe as a kid, yo-yos were a fad for awhile.

Do you like peppers? 🫑: Not particularly.

What are three of your favorite insects (or insects that you think look cool)? 🪲: Butterflies, and that's about it.

What is your favorite zoo animal? 🦚: Anything cute.

Would you ever dye your hair green? 🧑‍🎤: Perhaps, I already do blue and purple, green is not that much of a stretch.

When was the last time you had a juicebox?🧃: As a kid?

What is the highest level of science class you have completed? 🧪: None, lol.

What are three things that appeal to you about Japanese culture? 💹: They have the best music, video games, wrestling and video game music <3

Would you own a pet dragon if you could? 🐉: No.

Are you a tea drinker? 🍵: Only the bubble tea you get at places haha.

Do you like mangoes? 🥭: Yes.

Are you able to keep a plant alive? 🪴: Never really tried.

And last but not least, did you enjoy this survey? : Sure.

What’s your hair texture?

Very fine and thin. I wish it was thicker.

Do you have a certain spot in your house you go to for comfort?

I guess my room.

Do you play games on your phone?

Yes.

When was the last time you took medication?

The other day.

Would you rather do without sweet or salty snacks?

Sweets, I can't live without salty stuff.

Would you say that you are introspective?

Sure.

Do you enjoy buying gifts for others?

Yes.

Do you have any odd habits?

Depends what you consider odd.

Is acting something you’d enjoy? are you convincing?

I took Drama at school, but I don't think so.

When was the last time you couldn’t do something you had planned?

A couple of weeks ago when my friend got sick and had to cancel going to a wrestling show, he was my ride so I couldn't go either.

In what ways are you immature?

I love plushies haha <3

Does the weather impact your mood?

Oh yeah, shitty weather just ruins your mood.

Have you ever lost control of a car?

I don't drive.

Do you tend to be irrational or more realistic?

Realistic.

What was the last lie you told?

I told a white lie to a client at work the other day who was asking if their paper work had gone through, it hadn't, but I was tired of them calling to ask lol. So I said it had but the system was being slow so they'd shut up xD

What’s your thoughts on people having selfies as their phone backgrounds?

Who cares, it's their phone, they can do what they like. It doesn't affect you what their bg is like.

What is your phone background of?

On my lock screen, it's me with Five when I met them last week atm. On my main screen it's a photo of Mox xD

Have you ever purposely kept a library book?

No.

Are the Olympics something you get into?

Yes, about the only time I actually watch sports haha.

You’re given $500. what would you spend it on?

Wrestling merch and a few pairs of Converse!

Name something fun you do in your spare time.

Go to wrestling shows, I average 2 or 3 a month.

What did you get your first award for?

Something for English I'm sure.

How long do you spend online each day?

Too many hours.

Do you struggle with anxiety?

I can do.

Do you have anything close by that is soft and fluffy?

Not within reach, but I do have a super soft rug in my room xD

Does it bother you when people use all caps or all lower case letters?

Caps, yes. But when I message or type on Discord, I don't use capital letters at all so I can't complain about that xD The only time I use capital letters is when I'm on my phone and it automatically puts them.

Do you prefer lamps or overhead lights?

Both.

Chocolate, strawberry, or vanilla milkshake?

Chocolate or strawberry.

What’s something or someone you’ll always defend?

Jon Moxley. Always and forever.

Would you or have you ever dyed your hair blue?

Yep!

#survey #surveys #personal survey #random survey

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casspurrjoybell-20 · 10 months

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Sky Twizzlers - Chapter 24a

*Warning Adult Content*

Rin The Hero - Part 1 - Aaron

We picked up speed to rush to the pack. As soon as we got nearby, I heard the shouts of pack members in the link trying to communicate as we were attacked. Erin and I jumped out of the van before it completely stopped and sprinted right for the fights. It didn't take long to find them, either. After shifting quickly, I jumped onto a rogue wolf's back and tore into its neck. It dropped to the ground and I moved on. Rogue wolves seemed to be the only attackers but I wouldn't be surprised if more people were lurking. Goddess forbid that shadow man come back around...

‘I really had to jinx it, huh?’

I was suddenly on my back looking up at a shadow creature snapping its jaws at me. Using my paws to vault it off my body, I flipped back onto my paws and bolted past the creature to find its owner. But, before I could, two rogues jumped at me and pinned me down. I growled loudly, trying to bite at anything I could but a pair of blood-red heels stepped in front of me. Shit. You've got to be kidding me.

"Ah, lovely to see you again, dearie," the fire lady cooed.

Her heeled foot stepped onto my muzzle and dug into it. I growled, still struggling to escape.

"You took something very precious away from us, so we thought we'd return the favor. But, we also came for more."

She knelt in front of me, a wicked grin on her painted lips. She'd be gorgeous if she wasn't so evil.

"Our goal was never to kill the little girl, simply draw in as many of the prizes we came for at once. And it worked."

Risking vulnerability, though it wasn't like I was already at their mercy, I shifted back so I could speak to this crazy lady.

"What are you talking about? And how the hell are you still alive? We killed you."

She laughed loudly, then her hand shot out to grip my face between pointy nails. Geez, lady, get a nail file or something.

"Oh, you didn't kill me, little wolf. You merely weakened me."

"You didn't answer my other question," I seethed.

Why was no one coming to help me? It sounded like there were still fights going on around me but no one was even going to try? I attempted to link pack members for help but I got nothing. My face must've shown my confusion because the lady laughed again and let go of my face to roughly pat my cheek.

"No help will be coming for you. But, to answer your question, Father requires us to retrieve some... special goods for him. And I've caught the first one."

‘What?’

"What..." I began to voice aloud but she sighed.

"Oh my, how dense are you werewolves?"

The rogues still on top of me growled at that but she glared and they whimpered quickly.

"I suppose I can leave a bit of the surprise for you but for now, let's get you out of here."

"Shit," I cursed and began to struggle and thrash around violently.

The rogues growled in warning but I ignored them. I couldn't move my arms because they were pinned to my sides but I was able to turn my neck enough to sink my teeth into one of the rogues' paws when it shifted to maintain balance. They yelped as I dug in deeper, momentarily loosening their grip on me. I flipped them off and scrambled to my feet once the other rogue lost their hold on me due to the jerky movements. The lady smirked at me.

"You can try to run but it's futile. Father demands your presence and I will obey his command," she said as if that totally made everything okay.

"Right, sure. Let me just hogtie myself so you can take me to your sick cult leader. As if that's going to happen without a fight," I muttered.

But before she could lunge at me, we both froze at the sound of a roar. It practically shook the earth.

‘No fucking way.’

We both looked up only to see a large serpentine-like body in the air and it was coming right for us. I scrambled out of the way once it was clear the dragon would be landing right in front of me and it did. Once it did, I could clearly see how gorgeous it was. Iridescent scales mixed with silver and hints gold. It’s body was long and curled protectively around me it seemed. I knew who it was.

"Oh, Rin. Hello, dearie. I always forget how beautiful your dragon form is. Wonderful. Maybe we can bring you both back to Father," the lady said with a clap.

Rin's body trembled at that but they maneuvered their body to coil tighter around me. The lady chuckled.

"Ah, right. You must be upset over what we put you through but you must understand. Father needed your power and it wasn't like you'd give it to us willingly, correct?"

Rin growled in warning when she stepped closer. I quickly noticed that they had no wings, unlike Minori's dragon form. Huh? Then how the hell did they fly?

‘Focus, Aaron. A crazy fire lady is trying to kidnap you and your best friend's mate. Don't worry about whether Rin has wings or not.’

"Hmm," she suddenly hummed, then snapped her fingers.

A ring of fire suddenly surrounded us and Rin coiled in tighter, almost swooshing me. They hissed, wary of the fire. But, aren't dragons supposed to like fire? Minori did say that not all dragons breathe fire, so maybe it's the same about liking it. I pushed the thought away, Goddess, I needed to focus, when the ring of fire burned higher.

"I know how much you hate fire, Rin. Give up and you won't have to be punished," she said.

Rin's body trembled again at that but another warning growl left them.

"Alright, enough playtime. I've had enough of toying with you two. Father told us to make this quick."

She snapped her fingers again and the fire began to climb higher and arc inward, beginning to trap us in a dome. Rin roared. Why couldn't they fly? Was it because they were protecting me? As the fiery dome began to close at the top, we heard a screech, followed by multiple growls. Then something odder, the sound of liquid splashing against the ground followed by another screech.

The dome of fire began to dissipate after that but Rin kept me carefully tucked into their body. As the dome finally disappeared, we saw Erin, Alpha James and Evander standing there while a bunch of other pack wolves surrounded us protectively. The two rogues were dead to the side and the fire lady was nowhere to be seen. Rin unfurled around me and shifted back.

Immediately, they fell to their knees and hugged themselves tightly. Erin rushed over and cradled them in his arms as Rin shook violently. I couldn't watch for too long before my mate's arms were wrapped around me and my face was pressed in his chest.

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clarabowlover · 3 years

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Sarah Harding - R.I.P Beautiful Lady (17th Nov 1981 - 5th Sept 2021)

#sarah harding #r.i.p #17th november 1981 - 5th september 2021 #beautiful british singer #gorgeous member of girl's aloud #actress #blonde hair beauty

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papergirllife · 3 years

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Jeong Jaehyun

Fwb! Jaehyun x reader

What started off as just a casual fling with Johnny’s sister, Jaehyun finds himself spiraling when he realises his feelings for you, and if that wasn’t messy enough, his best friend just has to catch him in the act.

warnings : unprotected sex, rough sex, cream pie, fluff, etc.

Summer holidays during your university is usually filled with kids looking forward to going out together and going on the adventure they had planned at the start of the school year, or some, just want a gateway to Jeju to relax, but you? You had other plans.

Instead of leaving Seoul, you plan on staying right here, spending time with your brother, Johnny, and his members, but right now, you are planning to go see Jaehyun, only Jaehyun.

Sleeping with Jaehyun was supposed to be a one time thing, it was one night at their dorms when the guys were discussing about Jaehyun’s escapades, he had a renowned reputation for being a lady’s man in their company, and you heard his dick was a ten out of ten, so why not give it a go?

It has been 5 months since the start of this friend with benefits relationship, the two of you weren’t exclusive, but neither of you seem to have found anyone better.

Right after your last class, you got a text from Jaehyun.

Jungwoo is out with his sister and Johnny is out with Mark, come hang out ;)

You typed a quick okay, heading to the bus station to get to their dorms as soon as possible.

When you got there, you had unfortunately bumped into Donghyuck when he was on his way out.

“Noona? You're here to see Johnny? He's out with Mark though,” Donghyuck informed you.

“It's alright, I'm in no rush, I'll just wait for him here,” you said before letting yourself in, looking around to see if anyone else was around before sneaking up to the tenth floor, heading into Jaehyun’s room.

“Hi baby, you look gorgeous today, like you always do,” Jaehyun complimented, his arms outstretched to envelope you in his arms, the two of you staying like this for almost two minutes, just relishing in each others warmth.

“I missed you, Jaehyun,” you said, your feet moving forward in little steps, plopping him onto the bed with your added weight.

“We were literally just hugging, what's gotten you so worked up?” Jaehyun asked, his eyes lighting up at how yours was shining at his.

“I'm just in a good mood, and when I'm in a good mood, my sex drive tends to fluctuate,” you said, removing your cardigan, feeling the heat building up within you, revealing your cute bra underneath, soft pink just like the tips of his ears.

Jaehyun reaches out, the pads of his thumbs touching your clothed breasts, tracing the lace patterns, he reached the back of your bra, unclasping it, letting it fall below your shoulders, sliding it off your arms.

You tug the hem of Jaehyun's shirt, taking it off him to expose his chiseled body, letting your hands wander the expanse of his smooth skin, going all the way to his muscular back, holding onto him as he manoeuvres the two of you onto his bed, laying your head gently on the pillow.

“You have sheets,” you said, surprised to feel linen silk beneath you.

“Just for you,” he said, eyes looking downwards, embarrassed that he's lazy to place sheets onto the mattress when he's alone.

“You wouldn’t have to if we went to my place instead, then we could’ve been as loud as we want,” you said as Jaehyun nipped the skin just beside your nub, marking you in places only the two of you can see.

“Wanted to see you in my bed,” Jaehyun mumbled before taking your nipple into his mouth, sucking it like a newborn baby as his other hand wanders to your skirt, flipping it up to rub circles on your clothed clit, your breathing staggers at the ministrations, biting down onto your lip to silence yourself.

“Hurry, Jae, Johnny might be back soon,” you said before bucking your hips up, signaling him to pick up the pace.

“Are you sure you're wet enough? It was a week ago when we last had sex,” Jaehyun reminded you, fearing that he'd hurt you without proper foreplay.

“You literally sent a dick pic two nights ago, I'm fine, I’m really wet right now, shouldn't you do something about it?” you said, whispering the last part in a seductive tone that you know drives Jaehyun insane, tempting him.

“Fuck, okay,” Jaehyun immediately agrees, his cock jolting up at the thought of you touching yourself to him, Jaehyun stands up to take off his pants tugging down your panties after, a trail of arousal in between your thighs.

Jaehyun inserts two fingers inside you, making a scissoring motion, making sure you’re loose enough as he licks the trail of juices on your thigh, his teeth grazing the expanse of your thigh, biting down onto the flesh near your heat, sucking on it harshly until a flower blooms, red and purple dusting your skin.

After cleaning you up, he lined himself at your entrance, pushing in an inch, feeling how wet you were, he decided to just slam his whole length inside you, a loud whine of his name falling from your lips as your chest arched into his touch, he observed your face, taking in how you had a dazed look in your eyes, smiling slightly at how full you feel when he was all the way in, letting you adjust before he decides to move, but you seem to be more impatient today.

“What are you waiting for? Fuck me,” you said, feeling Jaehyun twitch inside you.

“Watch your mouth, baby,” Jaehyun said before giving your butt a spank, the pain was mild, just the right amount to remind you who's in charge and still feels arousing to you.

Jaehyun pulls out majority of his length, leaving the tip in before sheathing it back in quickly. You moan at the sudden pleasure, instinctively, Jaehyun covers your mouth before continuing his pace, snapping his hips against yours, the tip of his length brushing your sweet spot at every thrust, Jaehyun knew your body like the back of his hand, using it to his advantage, he’d always position himself right at that angle whenever the two of you needed to be quick.

Jaehyun removes his hand from your mouth when he felt both of you reaching your high soon, lips capturing yours, the feeling of your warm walls clenching around him was a feeling he could only describe as euphoric, slowly tipping him over to his orgasm.

With a hand to spare now, Jaehyun lets his hand travel southwards your body, parting your folds to reveal your swollen clit to him, rubbing it in harsh circles, pushing you over the edge as yours legs jolted from the sudden orgasm, your walls spasming around Jaehyun, as you struggled not to scream aloud, muffling your sounds with your arm, your high pushed him over the edge as well, harshly pulling your arm away, he crashes his lips against yours, swallowing your moans as he gives you a few last sloppy pumps to ride out both your highs.

When the two of you finished, Jaehyun pulled out slowly, watching the mixture of cum escaping your core, pride swelling at the sinful scene.

Jaehyun gets up to pull tissues from the box, wiping you clean before crashing onto the bed beside you, tugging the blankets up as he captures you in his hold, making sure you won’t get cold.

Just as you were about to fall asleep, someone barges in Jaehyun's room, making you jump at the sound.

“Hey, Jae, my sister left, wanna get coffee together? I'll just drop off her drink on the way back,” Johnny said quickly, halting in his tracks when he sees you, his sister, in his best friend’s bed, the both of you obviously naked underneath.

“What the fuck?!” Johnny asked, looking at his friend with a mixture of anger and disappointment.

“You, out,” Johnny ordered, pointing his finger at Jaehyun.

Jaehyun curses under his breath, slipping out of bed to dress himself.

“We should explain this together,” you said, knowing how angry Johnny could get.

“No, it's alright, get some rest, I can handle this,” Jaehyun said before heading out of his room.

By the time he was out, all of the members on the 10th floor were hanging around the living area, some were here for the pipping hot tea, some were here to make sure things won't get out of hand.

“You could've slept with anyone, why my sister? Aren't the girls at the company enough for you?” Johnny questioned, his tone borderline mad.

“Look, Johnny, hear me out. I stopped sleeping around with other girls, I think most of you realised that, I haven't been bringing girls over for a long time now,” Jaehyun started off, his friends nodding, just realising that their friend hasn’t been bringing hook ups home like the past.

“The thing is, I really like her, Johnny, I didn’t mean to catch feelings, but once I realised that, I couldn't even look at anyone other than your sister, just give me some time to tell her that myself,” Jaehyun said, finishing up his explanation, praying that he’d make out of this unscathed.

Johnny looked at him, noting how serious he looks right now, nothing like the Jaehyun who joked about how ladies get in line for him.

“Okay, as long as you don't break her heart. If she comes to me crying, you’re a dead man, Jeong Jaehyun,” Johnny warned, his eyes deathly.

Jaehyun, releasing a breath of air he was holding in, nods at his friend before going back to his room, only to find out that you were up, dressed in his shirt, a goofy smile on your face that he adores.

“I heard everything,” you started off with, “and I really like you too, Jae,” you said before opening your arms, gesturing him into a hug.

“Wait, really?” Jaehyun asked in disbelief, but nevertheless requited your hug.

“Yes, you idiot, took you long enough to realise,” you said before kissing him on the lips passionately, the pace slower than usual, just so you could express your feelings for him.

Jaehyun pulls away shortly after, his hands mushing your cheeks together, a lovesick smile on his face before he pulls you in another kiss, the two of you falling onto his bed in giggles like two teenagers in love.

#nct smut #jaehyun smut #jung jaehyun #jaehyun #jeong jaehyun #nct #nct 127 #nct fluff #jaehyun fluff

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certified-dumbass02 · 3 years

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Gold Rush (pt.1)

A college AU.

Yelena is a playgirl….but really she’s just a huge flirt who’s been too chicken to really do anything for the last year because she’s secretly just as in love with you as you are with her.

Inspired by the always excellent @peachbear88 and Taylor Swift’s gold rush. Split into two parts because I thought it was getting too long.

~*~

Yelena Belova will be the death of you.

To be fair, she’s the death of pretty much everyone she crosses paths with on campus. Her prowess has, unsurprisingly, earned her several flattering - to her, since she laughs and preens at them - nicknames: Russian Assassin, Femme Fatale…Black Widow.

With her devastatingly gorgeous good looks, frustratingly charming personality, and annoyingly enduring popularity as one of the star athletes at the university, Yelena is never short of admirers.

What’s worse is she’s fully aware of her affect on others; men, women, everything in between - they all flock to her in a crowded room, clamoring to hear the Russian lilt she inherited from her immigrant parents glide silkily over a sarcastic quip or flirtatious comment.

Being around her is like being underwater, or being sucked into a black hole; reality just doesn’t seem quite the way that it normally does. People seem to lose their sense around her, trip over themselves just to try and impress her for the night, or grab her attention.

It is for this reason that you steadily avoid Yelena.

The idea of being enamored with someone to the point of foolishness has always left a bad taste in your mouth, and eliciting that behavior just happens to be one of Yelena’s specialties.

You want no part of it.

As appealing as she is, and you can’t deny that she is, you’ve never seen yourself entering what would surely be an ill-fated endeavor with someone that everyone wants. The stubborn part of you that has always gone against the grain, that prides itself on individuality and refuses to jump on any bandwagon, will not permit you to step into the Widow’s web as most others do.

Unfortunately, despite your vow to steer clear of her, you always find yourself in her orbit. It’s not your fault, really, and it’s not a problem - at least not at first. It begins with a forced partnership, a group project for a class you share, and when she isn’t being an obnoxious, terrible flirt determined to get a rise out of you, you get along really well.

She’s intelligent, observant, and she makes you laugh - internally, of course. You won’t give her the satisfaction of knowing that you actually enjoy her presence rather than just tolerate it; your other group members stroke her ego enough. When the project is over, you’re overcome with the startling realization that you might miss bantering with her. You let out a sigh of relief to be done with it, because you already know that further exposure to Yelena Belova will be the death of you.

Naturally, you are further exposed to Yelena Belova.

You two have always run in similar social circles, connected loosely by mutual friends and choice of hangout spot, but previously you’d managed to duck her prowling green gaze, at least as long as it would take her to find her toy for the evening. After you’d been placed on her radar, however, it becomes impossible to hide.

Any room you’re in, no matter how crowded, she finds you.

Time and time again, she seeks you out, her mob of admirers following. You find it amusing how ironic the situation is: they clamor for her attention, and are ignored while she clamors for your attention and you ignore her or coolly brush her off.

You know you have no business humoring her because the second you give in, you’ll just be the latest in a long line of people that she’s loved and left. You refuse to be taken for a ride.

(If you privately admit to yourself as you watch the sway of her hips and the flex of strong arms over the swell of her chest that it would be one hell of a ride, that’s nobody’s business but yours.)

The problems arise when she ceases flirting mercilessly and instead shifts into something resembling an actual human being, wiggling her way into conversations and debates with you that last throughout the night. She still flirts, of course, but you’re accustomed to it now. She grows on you and grows on you, and the moment she begins to be your friend you groan knowing you cannot stop the inevitable.

Yelena Belova will be the death of you.

~*~

It’s been almost a year of being friends with Yelena, and you are miserably, ridiculously in love with her.

If there’s one thing you’ve learned after countless conversations, shared drinks and laughs, it’s that she’s annoyingly easy to fall in love with and annoyingly difficult to fall out of love with.

Your stupid heart beats faster whenever you see her stupid gleaming eyes and her stupid glossy blonde hair that always, always falls perfectly into place around her stupid pretty face; you feel like one of Pavlov’s dogs whenever you hear that raspy Russian drawl roll over your ears and you absolutely cannot stand it.

It’s stupid- she’s Yelena, and everyone still wants her. You’re stupid because you thought you could avoid joining that statistic, and it frustrates you to no end; it’s bad enough to develop feelings for Yelena, known playgirl, but it’s even worse when you develop feelings for Yelena, your best friend.

In an effort to get over her, you let your other best friend set you up on a date with one of their friends, hoping that it can turn you into something resembling your old self, because then you can get back to acting normally around Yelena instead of…whatever this is.

You meet up with your date at your favorite bar. It’s familiarity brings you comfort because you’ve always been awful at dates, and even if you don’t know this girl, you still feel nervous.

She introduces herself as Kate as you two settle into one of the more isolated tables in the corner of the bar, and you’re grateful she seems to make conversation much less anxiously and awkwardly than you do.

Kate is pretty and seems really nice; she’s bold when she flirts with you, which catches you off guard because you’re used to how Yelena flirts. You can’t really bring yourself to flirt back, because somehow it feels like a betrayal, but Kate is patient and takes it in stride. You find yourself not resenting your best friend’s pick as much as you thought you would, and an hour and two drinks pass by rather painlessly.

Kate gets up to go to the bathroom as you thumb the wet ring around your third drink, and consider the pros and cons of replying to the text Yelena sent you hours ago.

It is truly unfortunate that just as you sit your phone down without answering, determined to leave it alone, she walks into the bar.

Yes, you know this for sure: Yelena Belova will be the death of you.

~*~

You will be the death of Yelena Belova. She knows this.

You do not.

You are everything that enchants her and frustrates her; from the moment she’s partnered with you, she can’t stop thinking about you.

Yelena is both a complicated and a simple girl.

(“I’m an onion. I have layers,” she tells you one night early in your tentative friendship, and startles because it’s the first time you’ve ever laughed aloud at something she’s said; she decides immediately it’s her favorite sound and endeavors to elicit it any chance she gets.)

Yelena is both a complicated and a simple girl, but she knows when she wants something and she always pursues what she wants.

(“It sucks!” She laments one day to her sister. “I’ve never wanted anything as much as Y/N, and I can’t even do anything about it!”

Natasha glances unimpressed at her sister dramatically plopped onto the couch beside her. “You could always, I don’t know, ask Y/N out.”

Yelena grabs a pillow and shoved her face into it with a groan. “I’ve tried that, don’t you think I’ve tried that! Every time I flirt, I’m brushed off. I’m not taken seriously!”

“Well you do look like a clown, of course it’s hard to take you seriously.”

Natasha easily dodges the pillow flung at her head as Yelena scowls at her. “Not helping, Natasha.”

“Okay, okay,” Natasha holds her hands up in surrender. “What if you tried a different approach? Maybe ease up on the flirting and try acting like a friend first.”

“But I want to be more than friends,” Yelena pouts childishly, and Natasha blinks.

“I feel like I’ve just slipped into an alternate universe. Yelena Belova wants to enter a committed relationship,” Natasha deadpans and dodges another pillow aimed at her head.)

Yes, Yelena wants you and has wanted you for a very, very long time, but she’s got no clue how to tell you she loves you without you thinking she’s joking or misunderstanding her entirely.

(“Y/N, I looooove you,” she drawls one night, drunk as you ease her into the back of your car. You don’t know it, but it’s the first night she’s turned down a convenient partner because she just couldn’t get you off her mind. Afterwords, she wasn’t sure if she got so trashed in mourning or celebration and called you because you’re the only thing solid in her vodka haze.

You answered, assumed she’d needed a DD - which she did - and rushed to take her home.

She falls in love with you even more with how quickly you come to get her, how dependable you are even in the middle of the night.

So she tells you she loves you, over and over again, and you furrow your brow at her in your rear view mirror in confusion.

Then, you giggle because she starts singing loudly.

She pouts at your laugh, and you wonder what is going on in that pretty little head, completely unaware that the only thought running through it is you.

Yelena babbles more at you, love pouring from her lips over and over because she’s desperate for you to understand that you’re the most beautiful thing she’s seen as the moonlight glances off your cheekbones in your car and she’s never met someone who calls her on her shit and you make her laugh and-

“Alright, comrade. Let’s turn you on your side. There’s a trashcan right here, and a couple of water bottles and ibuprofen right there,” you say gently as you guide her into her apartment and into her bead. She clutches at you as you slide her shoes off, tries to tell you again, but you just shake your head with a smile.

She goes quiet, stunned by the sight of it.

You pat her on the head, pull the covers over her, and turn out the light. She makes a sound of protest as you say goodnight, but stirs no further, and you leave silently back to your apartment.

Yelena wakes up with a dry mouth, a headache, and a text from you that says:

Are you alive, comrade?

She furrows her brow because you’ve never called her that before and dials your number as she guzzles down her pills and water.

As it rings she remembers telling you everything, but can’t recall your response; it makes her heart beat more rapidly than when she runs.

“Good morning, comrade!” You chirp smugly, practically hearing her wince.

“Morning. What’s with the comrade, comrade?” Yelena asks, her hope tentatively rising because you don’t sound like someone totally disgusted with her for confessing her feelings.

You laugh, and she automatically smiles in response.

“Well, you were very chatty last night.”

Her hope blooms further in her chest, because finally, finally you understand she’s serious about you.

“But you were absolutely committed to your mother tongue. I don’t think you said one word in English the whole ride back to your place, besides my name.”

It is only then that she is overcome with the crushing realization that she spent the entire night professing her love to you in Russian, which you do not speak.

Yelena feels like the wind has been knocked out of her, but she forces a choked laugh out anyways as you go on. She’s thankful you do, because she’s not sure that after all the words she’d said last night uselessly that she has any words left in her.

“You know, you kept saying something, it sounded kind of like this,” you mimic the phrase, stumbling a little over the pronunciation but it’s almost perfect. It is perfect to her.

Those green eyes you adore so much well up in tears to hear you say “I love you” to her, especially to hear it in Russian. But it’s so, so cruel because you have no idea what you’re saying, no idea what she meant when she said it to you first.

She laughs again hopelessly, quickly changes the subject and lets you rant on and on about what you have to do that day.

When you get off the phone, she sighs and falls back into bed, playing the way you said I love you over and over in her head.)

Yelena loves you, and she knows you’ll be the death of her.

She becomes especially aware of this recently, when you start acting odd. You’re distancing yourself a bit because you’re in love with her so much it hurts, but she doesn’t know that and she’s bothered like never before.

So she finds herself at her favorite bar, which is also your favorite bar, to ease her nerves. She’s both surprised and thrilled to see you sitting in the corner table there, if a little confused. Still, she’s pulled to you like a magnet, like she’s been for the past year, and she approaches you with a grin.

Pt.2:

#yelena belova #yelena x reader #yelena belova x reader #yelena x you #Taylor Swift inspires gay thoughts #we love dumbasses who can’t communicate #black widow #natasha romanoff

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blueeyedgeorgie · 3 years

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The One That Got Away-Dream Was Taken

Pronouns: She/her

Word Count: 2.4k+

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'You're gonna be there, right?'

Y/n bit her lip, reading the text message for what felt like the millionth time. She had texted him 40 minutes ago, yet no reply. This had become so much more common recently and she had no idea why. Maybe it wasn't such a big deal, but it felt important to Y/n. Clay would never leave her on delivered for more than ten minutes. Even when he was streaming, he'd text her before he had begun, telling her when he'd be finished.

Tonight was an important night, they had been planning for this for months. A few members of The Dream SMP server had come out to Florida to meet up. They had planned to meet up for dinner and maybe a bottle of wine at Y/n's house afterward.

Y/n admired herself in the mirror, she wore a black dress that complimented her body well. She felt gorgeous for the first time in weeks. Usually, she didn't rely on items to make her feel good about herself. Clay was always there to compliment her or assure she was pretty. But recently, he just seemed to disappear.

It felt so hard to connect with him recently, Clay had become so quiet. Every time she texted him, she was left on delivered for hours if she wasn't left on read. It was rare for him to even send a brief text back to her nowadays. Weeks had passed since the last time Y/n was able to see Patches or hang out with Clay.

At this point, it felt like Y/n was at war with herself. Half of her was so demotivated, maybe it was time to finally leave Clay alone. The other half was demanding they had to keep trying, their friendship was just going through a rough patch right now.

'You know why you're trying to hold onto this friendship, you have feelings for him.' Y/n swallowed hard while the thought of Clay appeared in her mind again. It was true, she had grown a small crush on her blonde friend. But it wasn't her fault, It was because of the way he use to be so protective of her. The way his face lit up when he laughed. The way he just knew something was wrong. 'But that doesn't matter. It's obvious he'll never feel the same way about you.'

Before she had gotten another chance to argue with herself, Y/n's phone had buzzed. Clay? ...Wilbur.

'Hey, I'm gonna uber to the restaurant in the next few minutes. On your way?"

Letting out a sigh, she typed away. 'Getting in the car in five minutes.' She took one more glance at herself in the mirror. "He's going to be there, I know it."

"Y/n!"

"George!" Y/n smiled, picking up her pace as soon as she spotted her friend. Their arms wrapped around each other, holding one another tight. "It's so good to see you."

George let out a short laugh, "It's good to see you too, Y/n." He pulled away from the hug. He had dressed in a suit, they had planned to meet at an expensive restaurant for the night. It was recommended by Clay, it was one of his favorites.

"Anyways, we should go find our table, I think Wilbur's already here."

The pair walked side by side, friendly banter being spoken between them as they entered the restaurant. Nostalgia immediately hit Y/n as they passed through the doors, it wasn't her first time here. Multiple times in the past, Clay had brought Y/n out to eat here. The first time they ate here was the first time she had seen him in a suit.

"Y/n?"

"Oh, yes?" The h/c girl had quickly snapped back into reality, looking to her right. "I'm sorry, lost my train of thought for a moment."

"It's fine, I think I see Wilbur." George motioned to look across the room, there at a round table was another friend from the UK. Wilbur sat down, looking at something in his lap.

Biting down on her lip, Y/n had to fight back the urge to yell aloud; "Wilbur!" And run to him. When the lanky man had noticed his friends, he smiled and stood from his chair.

"Wilbur!" she whispered quietly, trying not to disturb the other tables. Quickly she shuffled over to give as big a hug as she could.

"Y/n!" He whispered back, returning the exact energy she gave.

One by one, more and more friends had arrived. Everyone seemed so happy to see each other. Eventually, it seemed as though each person was lost in a conversation... besides Y/n. She had been staring down at her phone, she was still left on delivered by Clay. 'What a dick.'

"hey, Y/n." Her head shot up, looking across the table. Niki sat there with a smile, "Just curious, is Clay showing up tonight?"

Y/n's smile faded for a second, only to reappear. "I... I doubt it. I haven't received a text message back from him, and he hasn't answered any of my calls for these past few days." She ignored George and Nick, who gave each other a certain look as she spoke. But at this point, it didn't matter. Clay wasn't going to ruin Y/n's night with her friends.

"Here, let me try and call him... would that be alright, Y/n?" George was already standing as he spoke, his phone in one of his hands.

She flashed a faked smile at him, "Yeah, I don't care, Gogy."

With that, George had excused himself from the table, already beginning to pull up Clay's contact before he even reached outside. Y/n help her breathe for a moment, watching her British friend disappear around the corner, out of sight. Usually, 'out of sight, out of mind' made sense, but not in this case. Y/n could feel her stomach doing backflips as she glanced from her phone, checking the time, only to look back to see if George had returned yet. It practically felt like time had slowed down, trying to drag these few minutes out as long as possible.

When George had returned, Y/n could already tell he didn't have good news. Just by the look on his face, she knew Clay had flaked out on all of his friends.

"Clay's gonna be a little bit late, he's bringing a surprise with him."

"A surprise?"

What surprise could Clay possibly be planning? Whatever it was, Y/n hoped it would be something to help keep their friendship from breaking apart. "Did he mention how long it'd take for him to show up?"

"He said, 15-20 minutes."

"So let's just order drinks now, he can get whatever he likes when he shows up.

If time wasn't slow enough while George was on the phone, it felt like she was stuck in time. Y/n had begun to pick at her nails nervously, this was going to be the first time they saw one another in weeks.

"Hey," Y/n felt Wilbur place a hand on her shoulder, pulling her out of her thoughts again. "Look."

She glanced up at the entrance. There he was, wearing the suit she had seen him wear for the first time. A giant grin was on Clay's face as he walked, he looked to his left. And there she was... a blond-haired girl wearing the exact same dress Y/n had picked out for tonight. Y/n could feel her cheeks flush in embarrassment.

"Hey guys," Clay spoke as soon as he came into earshot of his friends. Looking over the table, his eyes looked with Y/n's for a short second. "I want you to meet Elise."

One by one, Elise had introduced herself to each of Clay's friends. But when she reached Y/n, it felt like a stab in the stomach. "Omg, hi! You must be Y/n!" She was pulled into a quick, bone-breaking hug, "I love your dress! Oh, we're matching! How cute!" She just seemed to perfect, she was so much better than Y/n.

While an extra chair had been pulled up the table, everyone was lost in conversation. Except for Y/n, she had stayed quiet. Every now and then, she'd look over to Clay, who sat across the table. Their eyes would lock every couple of times, a strange feeling laid in the pit of her stomach when it would happen.

It seemed as though Wilbur had caught onto Y/n's anxiety. He was quick to offer his hand, allowing his friend to hold it under the table. Wilbur had always been a good friend to her, if Y/n wouldn't tell Clay about something, she'd turn to her brunette friend. So of course, he knew about her feelings towards Clay.

After placing everyone's orders, Y/n just couldn't take it anymore. Standing, she moved across the table. "Clay, could I get a moment to speak to you outside?"

"Uh, sure... Y/n." He was hesitant to stand. Before leaving the table, he had whispered something into Elise's ear.

The short walk outside was quiet. There was obvious tension between them. When the front doors opened, Clay had begun to speak. "I-"

"No. Not right here. Around the corner." Y/n didn't stop walking, making a direct beeline for the alleyway on the left of the building. She could hear Clay let out a sigh behind her, only making her fight the urge to yell a brief; 'fuck you,' at him.

When they were finally around the corner, she had turned on her heels to face the 6'3 man. "What the fuck, Clay?"

"What?"

" 'What?' You don't get to ghost me for weeks then reply with, 'what?' Do you know what a dick move that is? Where have you been?" She practically hissed at him, crossing her arms as she spoke. If it was possible, steam would leave her body from how upset she was.

"I've been busy, Y/n."

"Busy? So that means you cut me out of your life? After being friends for months?"

"You aren't the most important thing in my life, Y/n. You should know that." It was Clay's turn to give Y/n a nasty look. But at this point, she didn't care.

"I know, I shouldn't be the most important person in your life, Clay. But that doesn't mean shut me out of your life." She snapped at him, pushing herself up against his chest, "You know what would've been nice? Not being left on delivered or read. It would've been nice if I could receive a text every now and then catching me up about your life."

"As I said, I was busy."

"Busy! That's your only excuse, pathetic. I can tell you're busy, you have a girlfriend and I never got to meet her."

"Well,-"

"Am I the only one who didn't know about her?"

Clay froze. he knew this was the end of the line for him.

"Clay." His silence spoke loud enough. "I'm happy for you, I really am. But... it fucking hurts, you know." Y/n let out a short giggle, she could feel her eyes watering. "I loved you, you know. I loved you so damn much. If you told me to do something, I'd do it with hesitation. But it's crystal clear the feelings aren't mutual."

"Y/n..."

"No, it's fine. I'm gonna leave. Don't worry, I've ruined the night, I'm sorry. Enjoy your time with your friends, Clay. Don't let me rain on your parade any longer." Y/n had stepped back, trying to move past her friend.

"Y/n, listen to me."

"Move, Clay. God damn it."

For a few seconds, Clay continued to try and catch her attention, refusing to let her past. "Y/n, shut the fuck up. Listen to me." Out of frustration, Clay had grabbed onto the girl's shoulders, pushing her against the wall. Y/n looked down at the ground, batting back tears. "Y/n..." he sighed, moving one of his hands under her chin gently. Carefully, he made her look up at him. He always hated seeing her cry.

"I'm an idiot. A big one. Y/n... I love you too. I just didn't think you felt the same, so I decided to push you out. I looked for love somewhere else and I found Elise. But Y/n, I really do love you."

"No, you don't..." Y/n whispered softly, she shook her head as a dumb smile appeared on her face. "If you loved me, you would've made a move. You wouldn't have closed me out of your life for weeks. You wouldn't have found someone new to love. Please don't bullshit me, Clay. You know I'm not stupid."

"Y/n..." clay could feel his heart begin to crack, it hurt to see her like this.

"Please just let me go," her voice was soft as she spoke. He really did hurt her heart. "I want to say goodbye to my friends."

"I..." Letting out a sigh, he stepped back, "alright."

Clay watched as Y/n disappeared around the corner, wiping tears from her face. Why was he such a fool to let her go?

Y/n smiled as soon as her table came into sight. It would all be quick and easy. As soon as Elise noticed her, she stood from her seat. "Oh my god, are you alright?"

"Yeah, I'm okay. Just a bit chilly outside," Y/n replied, pulling Elise in for a hug. "It was so nice to meet you. You're such a lovely girl to talk to."

"Right back at you," Elise smiled at Y/n, taking her seat again.

One by one, Y/n gave each of her friends a hug goodbye. When Wilbur held her, she was quick to whisper something brief to him: "Walk me to my car?" Wilbur nodded, taking her purse for her as they walked out. On their way out, Clay had passed by them. He kept to himself, looking the other way when Y/n came into sight. When he was out of earshot, Wilbur spoke up.

"Are you okay?"

"Honestly, no. I just wanna go home and cry." Y/n let out a huff of breath. She was speed walking to keep up with her tall friend.

"Do you want me to tag along?"

"Please." As the night continued on, it seemed like both Clay's and Y/n's moods had changed drastically. While Y/n was at home watching movies and laughing with one of her best friends, Clay was stuck in the place that reminded him of Y/n, thinking about how she'd be the one who got away. Did it hurt him? Yes, but he deserved it. He was the one who ruined it all. Nothing would be the same after tonight.

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sweeterthansammy · 3 years

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ROGERS || Steve Rogers

Hockey player!Steve Rogers x Fem!Reader; The reader is Steve’s girlfriend.

Summary: Steve’s team loses the game and the reader assures him that he’ll always be her #1.

Genre: Smut

Written in third person point of view.

Warnings: Oral (male receiving), face-fucking, deep-throating, unprotected sex, subtle praise kink, innuendos to overstimulation, & mild language

Word count: 1.7k+

A/N: This is so vanilla...I hate it 😃

The clock ticked, each passing second raising a wave of nervousness upon the players and the audience. The crowd roared, cheering on for their home team as they fought over the puck. Watching from the sidelines, Y/N bounced on her two feet, wincing as her boyfriend butt shoulders with a mid-fielder of the opposition.

Further fighting over the puck, Steve looked up for a moment, smoothly gliding over the ice before passing to another teammate - only to have it stolen. Y/N could only see the way his lips curved, sputtering out the word ‘no’ over and over. It was now her turn to call Steve’s name and shout ‘no’ repeatedly as he sped over to reclaim the puck.

“Steve!” she yelled out once more as he collided straight into the other team’s member.

The buzzer went off, the puck landing in that of the competitor’s goal.

“Fuck,” she muttered, watching as Steve did the same, except shouting rather than mumbling.

Steve wasn’t one to get riled up easily but when it came to something he prioritized - Y/N and hockey - he could be capable of some quite destructive things.

Though he and his team had lost, he couldn’t walk away a sore loser, congratulating them on the win before hitting the showers. Y/N knew it was best to give him some time to cool off afterward. Not only did spending some time away help them ease their minds a bit, but it allowed her to get ready for the long night awaiting them.

Victory sex was amazing, beyond amazing, actually. But sex after he’d just lost was indescribable. If it were a casual game, Steve would need less than fifteen minutes to cool off, but considering that this was the playoffs, it took around an hour. He and his team radiated sorrow, all trying to uplift each other.

“You did your best, man,” Bucky encouraged him, patting his back on his way to the showers himself.

Steve gave a lopsided smile, wanting to do nothing but practice for hours following their next season. Giving himself mental affirmations, he was able to cool off a bit, running his hands through his hair as water trickled down his face.

Back at their shared apartment, Y/N had gotten herself nice and comfy in a lacy red lingerie set, Steve’s hockey jersey stopping just above her buttcheeks. Her hair had been damp, just coming out of the shower herself.

She smelt of sugar and a subtleness of vanilla, a scent ready to fill her boy’s nostrils and engulf him in her warmth. She’d prepared a glass of whiskey on the rocks for him, stealing a sip for herself to add to the fire already swirling in her lower abdomen.

She jumped to meet the door, setting down the book she had been previously reading once dogearing the last read page. The faint chatter of Steve’s voice evolved to something above indoor level, Y/N swinging the door open to reveal him walking down the corridor. He looked up, eyes skimming over her body.

“Yeah, we’ll definitely do better next season.”

He could feel an instant strain in his pants, pupils dilating ten times bigger as he watched her lean against the doorway.

“Got it, coach.”

He walked the remainder of the distance to their apartment, large hand raising heat to the surface of her skin as his hand laid on her waist despite its frigid febricity. She could hear Stark blabbering, most likely pissed at the fact that they spent half a year preparing for this big game.

Y/N only giggled, allowing Steve to swipe her off of her feet and carry her straight to their bedroom once he’d locked the door.

He sandwiched his phone between his cheek and his shoulder, continuing to speak to his coach as he motioned for Y/N to lay on the bed. She looked gorgeous laying there, damp hair splayed about, red lace peeking from under his jersey.

Oh my god. My fucking jersey-

“Steve,” she whined, knees bumping each other as they swayed back and forth.

“Sh,” he quietly hushed her, his left hand pushing her legs apart before running down the inner parts of her thighs.

His hands dropped to the red lace covering her heat, middle and ring fingers pushing the fabric aside before easing up her folds. She shuddered at the feeling, his icy fingers fingertips finding a warm spot between her walls. He simply smiled, flashing her a load of his pearly whites as she squirmed only with the touch of his fingers.

“Fuck,” she murmured, tucking her bottom lip between her teeth as his fingers grazed against her sweet spot.

“Yeah, yeah, I hear you,” he quickly spoke up, swatting Y/N’s hand from her face as she bit down on her index finger. “Kitten, I’d think that you could keep quiet without having anything in your mouth. Maybe my expectations were too high of you.”

The thought of his cock being stuffed down her throat to keep herself silent was far too pleasant. As he watched her stand up briefly, his hand held her forearm, snaking around her waist once her front was pressed to his.

Their lips melting into one another, tongues fighting and teeth clashing. Her hands grasped onto his roots, arms wrapping around his neck as his hips rolled into hers.

“Take everything off besides the jersey,” he mumbled, his grip around her waist tightening as her hands dropped down to the bulge in his pants.

She slid her hand below his joggers, scratching at the skin of his abdomen and his pelvis before slipping into his boxers. She opened her eyes, pulling away from his puffy pink lips before dropping to her knees. Her hands were everywhere all at once, making his head grow dizzy as she slid his bottoms down to his ankles.

“You’re gonna be fuckin’ death of me,” he grumbled, watching the way her lips perfectly wrapped around his cock, her jaw widening more and more as she made her way down his length.

His hand held onto the back of her head, unleashing a quiet groan as she got her hands into the mix. He quickly moved his phone from his ear.

“Shit,” he muttered, his head lazing backward as continued to swirl her tongue around his head, her mouth leaving thick coats of saliva along his cock. “Y-yeah, I’m fine. Just stubbed my toe.”

She couldn’t help the airy laugh that escaped from deep within her chest. She gagged on his cock as he jutted his hips forward, hitting the back of her throat.

Saliva pooled at the sides of her mouth as he continued to fuck her face. She swallowed around him, eliciting yet another groan from him, his fingers getting lost in her hair as he forced her to take more and more of him with the assistance of her hands.

Hot tears escaped the corners of her eyes as he continued with the violent pace of his hips bucking into her mouth. She looked up at him, watching the way he bit onto the hem of his t-shirt. She somehow felt as if more saliva began to drip dribble down her chin.

She could feel everything tensing in his body as he grew closer to his climax, from his jaw down to his thighs. One set of her nails slipped from around his cock, scratching at the skin of his thighs. He looked down at her, going ballistic at the sight of her sitting so obediently in front of him.

With one more grapple of her hand to his balls, hot spurts of cum painted her throat. She pulled off of him, lips wet and slippery, still attached to him through a string of saliva.

She stood to her feet, nails grazing at his fair torso as she immediately attached her lips to his again. He pulled away for a second, hands making a quick work of her underwear that were still on.

“Hey Tony, I’ll call you tomorrow.”

He wasted no time in pressing the red button to hang up on his coach. She easily removed her bra from beneath the jersey, throwing it aside.

“Wore your favorite set but it seems like you’d much rather see me in your jersey,” she feigned a pout, looking at him with bright, ogling eyes that screamed, “fuck me.”

“Just wanted to see my name on your back, kitten. That’s all.”

God, it was the hottest thing ever. He had her laid on her chest, knees supporting her backside as he came right up behind her.

“You look so fucking good in my jersey, baby,” he hummed, grunting when she threw her hips back at him.

His tip was eased into her, her walls aching for more as they clenched around nothing.

“Steve, just fuck me already,” she grumbled, hands scrambling at his that rested on either side of her head.

Her lower tummy swirled, arousal flooding her body as Steve rocked his hips forward, setting a sinful pace for his girl. She moaned aloud, the sound of skin slapping and Steve’s vulgar groans soon sending her over edge. She didn’t think his pace could get any faster, but as he swept her hair to the side and held onto her shoulder, she cried out as every inch of him sunk into her, leaving quickly once more.

His hand snuck below the fabric that covered her bare breasts, fingers jerking at her nipples. Her teeth sunk into her bottom lip, the letters of his name repped proudly across her back. His fingers tugged at her jaw, his other arm supporting her as he raised her back to meet his chest. Her lips melted into his, tongue swirling into his mouth as she could feel herself coming undone.

“Fuck, I love you,” he muttered, spinning her onto the back as if she were a feather.

He hoisted her legs above his shoulders, basking in the way she clenched around him, eyebrows furrowing as she saw stars.

“That’s my good girl,” he praised. “Cum for me, kitten.”

She did exactly that, coming down from her high with a cry as he continued to gently rock his hips into hers. She breathed heavily as he thrust once more, filling her with his seed. He looked at her exhausted figure, laying a soft kiss on her knee, down her thighs, and right above her cunt.

“Steve-”

“We’ve got a long night ahead of ourselves, doll.”

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mostlycompetentwriter · 3 years

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The Dreamz

Pairing: Fem!Reader x Seo Changbin

Word Count: 2.2K

Warnings: Language, Smut

Genre: Established Relationship

Summary: It’s your first Christmas with your boyfriend, Changbin. You want to make it memorable and surprise him, but maybe it’s Changbin who’s determined to make it unforgettable for you.

A/N: This was written for @clandestine-lixie‘s Smutmas Collab!!!

You were a sentimental person at heart, and the people closest to you had always entertained your tendencies to take things to the extreme, especially when they involved your firsts.

For example, when you were barely seven-years-old, you were over-the-moon excited for your first dance recital, and you planned well in-advance for the event. You put on a pre-show for your family members exclusively in the living room of your childhood home, and you demanded that everyone dress-up for the occasion (even though it wasn’t required); and after the show, you forced your mother to take you out for dinner where you ate far too many cookies while indulging a very sugary milkshake.

And this tendency for the extreme persisted well into your older age, illuminating some of the finer memories you had of your most special moments. Like moving in with your boyfriend for the first time when you threw an impromptu party that very same evening despite Changbin wanting nothing more than to collapse on the new king-sized mattress in your bedroom.

But at this point, the two of you had been living together for close to six months, and since this was your first Christmas together with Changbin in the brand new apartment you had leased together, you were determined to make it memorable.

Too bad Changbin was making things far more difficult than they needed to be, and you would think the man would know the finer details of Christmas tree decorating.

“No, Bin,” you sighed. “You can’t just put all the ornaments in the same area! They have to be spread out.”

Changbin chuckled when you snatched away the adorable BB8 ornament he had been attempting to perch next to the other droid.

“Maybe you should do it instead,” Changbin suggested, and he was clearly amused at your frazzled attempts to decorate the Christmas tree.

“We should do it together,” you insisted, taking a step back to scrutinize the work you had completed thus far. “It’s important to make our first Christmas memorable.”

“Oh, I can make it memorable,” Changbin said with a cheeky wink, and he sat down behind you on one of the loveseats surrounding the fireplace. “We should start a new tradition,” Changbin continued, and he waited until you had adjusted a few more ornaments in place before giving him your undivided attention.

“What kind of tradition?”

“Let’s open one present tonight, babe,” Changbin said, and he was next to you in a second, reaching for one of the packages from the back. “Unwrap this.”

“Oh?” you huffed, accepting the present from him. “It sounds like you were already planning for this to happen.”

“Well?” Changbin shrugged. “We used to do this when I was a kid, so I thought you might like it...”

You sighed, feeling an insurmountable weakness for Changbin’s pout. “Fine,” you agreed, and you surveyed the pile of presents you had purchased for Changbin conglomerated together. “Open this one,” you said, locating a familiar package.

“You first,” Changbin said, and he pulled you down onto his lap with his present discarded next to him; clearly, this was meant for him to enjoy just as much as you.

“Eager tonight?” you teased him.

“This gives me reason to be,” Changbin said with eyes that were literally sparkling with mischief, and you were careful with the wrapping paper while finding yourself thoroughly amused by Changbin’s excitement.

“What is it, anyway?” you questioned aloud, reaching the small black box that had previously been hidden by the bright red paper.

“You should find out,” Changbin suggested, even though he was already a step ahead of you in removing the tape holding the edges in place.

“Why are you in such a hurry?” you asked, feigning annoyance as you sorted through the tissue paper, feeling yourself start to frown when your fingertips touched what felt like the most delicate satin that you had ever encountered.

But the texture of the gift wasn’t enough to keep you from over-reacting to the scandalous revelation of what had been waiting inside the gift wrap. “Changbin!” you screeched, tossing aside the lingerie like it had physically burned you.

“Hey!” Changbin protested. “That was expensive!”

“You bought me lingerie!” you hissed, flinching away when he dangled the very tiny pair of black panties in front of your eyes.

“You’ll look sexy in this,” Changbin purred, and he encouraged you to take it from him. “Will you try it on for me?”

“Try it on?” you repeated, hesitantly accepting the thin piece of fabric that might as well have been nonexistent.

“It’s a matching set,” Changbin said, and he reached over for the strapless bra that happened to be lined with a very delicate lace pattern. “I had a store associate help me find it.”

“You went shopping around a lingerie store with an associate?” you questioned, feeling a spike of unjustified jealousy. “She didn’t model it for you, did she?”

Changbin snorted. “No, my model is right here,” he said, taking your hand to fold the other barely-there piece of intimate fabric into your hand. “Please, baby?”

Had you already pointed out your weakness for his pout?

“Alright,” you agreed, whining at Changbin’s outlandish enthusiasm to see you practically naked in your living room.

Ten minutes later, you found yourself fidgeting nervously in front of the floor-length mirror in your bedroom, tugging at the straps of Changbin’s gracious gift for you.

“Is it supposed to be this small?” you wondered because the panties barely covered your ass and the lacy top did little to protect your cleavage from practically spilling over the top.

“Y/N!” Changbin sing-songed from the living room. “Are you ready?”

“Give me a second,” you called out, huffing under your breath at the absurdity of the circumstances. “This ‘gift’ of yours isn’t very practical,” you continued once you left the bedroom and made the short walk to the living room where Changbin was waiting.

“Holy shit, Y/N,” Changbin said, and his eyes were already glossed over as they remained glued to your form.

“Hey! It doesn’t even fit right,” you complained, but you could tell the comment wasn’t even registering in Changbin’s lust--addled brain as he looked you over with a dark, studious gaze.

“You’re gorgeous,” Changbin eventually remarked, pulling you closer in spite of your protests.

You found yourself standing in between his thighs, trying not to shiver at the touch of his hands on your waist even though the fire was burning right behind you. “It doesn’t cover much,” you said, resisting the urge to wrap your arms around your torso.

“Exactly,” Changbin exhaled, and you rolled your eyes at the little things that impressed him. “Your tits look amazing.”

“Changbin!” you whined again, but this time he laughed and encouraged you to straddle his lap. “Is this really a gift for me?”

“Of course!” Changbin insisted, even as he maintained the appearance of someone who had just won the lottery, running his hands across your ass and up your waist to cup your breasts. “Come here,” he whispered, urging you to connect your lips with his in a heated kiss that betrayed the extent of the damage that your little show had done to Changbin’s arousal.

“You’re hard,” you said against the taste of him, rolling your hips against his own just to feel the friction of his clothed erection against your clit.

“Can’t help it,” Changbin said, and he grabbed a fistful of your hair with a growl, pulling you lower so that he could speak directly into your ear. “Bend over the couch for me.”

You whimpered at the request, but you forced your legs to work in an effort to lift yourself from Changbin’s lap. It was hard to focus, feeling more and more wetness gather between your legs at his intense stare following you while you positioned yourself for him. “Like this?” you asked in a hushed tone, resting your hips against the arm of the couch and spreading your legs even further apart.

“Yeah,” Changbin agreed, and you could feel yourself growing excited when you heard his footsteps nearing you, hands rough as they gripped your hips in a vice-like hold. “Such a good girl for me.”

You nodded your head - it was the only thing you could do when Changbin was in this kind of mood. Because his desire for you promised all sorts of erotic temptations, and you could barely contain yourself when he started to roll your panties down your legs, fingertips following a sensual trail that left goosebumps in their wake. His actions were sultry and smooth, but there was a degree of hurried anticipation that had you swallowing hard when two of his fingers found their way inside of your already dripping cunt.

“Fuck,” Changbin cursed, and you could only agree while cherishing the glide of his fingers against the walls of your pussy, stretching you out for him in just the way you liked. Because it made you feel full and desperate, and you were rolling your hips back against his shallow penetrations, allowing you to do most of the work while he no doubt watched from above with the same dark eyes that had reduced you to a moaning mess.

“Changbin,” you managed around a groan. “Please fuck me.”

“Can I?” Changbin asked, but you knew the question was meant to tease you - a test to see just how fast you could thrust back on his fingers, crying out when he curled them just right to brush against your sweet spot. “Are you ready for my cock?”

“Yes!” you sobbed, and Changbin was generous enough to have mercy on you in this pathetic state, pushing down his sweatpants just enough to free his erection, rubbing the tip against your entrance.

“I’m gonna ruin this pussy,” Changbin promised with a rough growl that was followed by the sudden slam of his cock deep inside, and he didn’t bother to wait for you to adjust to his generous girth, pulling back out before settling into a powerful and non-relenting pace that had you already seeing stars.

It was sudden, but generous, and you couldn’t help but think that his cock was made for you, stretching your tender pussy so well, accommodating his length and girth as your walls hugged his erection in a desperate attempt to keep him inside forever. Because it was where he belonged, and you were certain that there was no better situation than the one you found yourself in - splitting in half around Changbin’s cock as he pummeled his hips against your own, bruising your delicate waist and ass with his overzealous touches.

“We’re definitely keeping this set,” Changbin said, ignoring your whimper of pain when he snapped the band of your panties into place, toying with the lace around the edges.

“Changbin,” you said. “I’m close.”

“Me too, baby,” Changbin said, but it was hard to tell since he hadn’t let up once in his brutal thrusts - like he was determined to reach as far as possible, touching places that he had never felt before, stuffing your pussy full of his cock while grunting with the effort of his movements.

It was all a masterful trap to reduce you to nothing but tears, and you soon found yourself teetering on the precipice, sensing your orgasm just out of reach, until Changbin maneuvered his hand down between the couch where you both remained connected, flicking his thumb across your clit in a series of measured strokes that lit the flame of arousal threatening to burn you alive from the inside.

You cried out when your orgasm hit, reaching out to support yourself against the cushions while Changbin continued to chase his own high, stimulating you just right while you rode out the waves of pleasure before crashing against the shore - feeling utterly exhausted while he started to move you on his own, and there was a renewed strength as he moved you up and down his cock, faster and faster until you thought you might cum again from the effort.

But then Changbin’s hips stuttered against yours, and you could feel the evidence of his release as it warmed your insides. “Y/N,” Changbin gasped, and you took some personal triumph in the fact that he sounded out of breath, even after visiting the gym that morning.

“Binnie,” you said with a mischievous smirk, collecting your breath and thoughts while he recovered from behind you. “Are there anymore lingerie sets under our tree?”

You knew it was a dangerous question, capable of setting him off once more, but Changbin merely collected you against his chest with a strong arm around your waist, lips brushing against the side of your neck. “Baby, I can promise you that you won’t be able to walk if I have one more go at this pussy.”

You moaned when his hand reached down to cup your heat over the very thin fabric of your new panties, sending you a very obvious message because Changbin never broke his promises. “Should we call it an early night?” you asked, turning around his arms to connect your lips. “The faster we go to sleep, the sooner it’ll be Christmas.”

“Shower and bed?” Changbin asked, holding you close while brushing his fingers through your hair.

“Just your average Christmas Eve,” you said, and you could feel his smirk against your lips as he kissed you with the remnants of the passion from your earlier coupling, solidifying the fact that your first Christmas with Changbin was, indeed, nothing short of memorable.

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glitxhwayventeen · 3 years

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Lonely Together

Jihoon: Chapter 2 (Dark Side)

Characters: Jihoon x female reader

Genre/Warnings: multi-member au (different scenarios), werewolf au, fantasy, angst, fluff, potential blood mentions, genocide, runaways, health issue mentions, weapon mentions, panic attack description? (Though honestly it’s more of an anxiety attack), death mentions, child abandonment mentions. Any others will be put as warnings when future chapters are thought up/written.

Author’s Note: I recommend listening to Dark Side by R5. I thought the actual lyrics to the song gave off a solid vibe that I wanted to transfer to the start of this particular chapter.

Please remember that all of these chapters and the content within them are a work of fiction! They’re just for fun/entertainment!

Bold= Dialogue Italics= Thoughts

🥀 & ☁️

Lonely Together Master List

Chapter 2: Dark Side

When you woke up this morning, you had the sweet scent of Vanilla and honey hit your nose. It was warm and inviting and made you feel safe. You were glad, normally you’d never feel safe in the wild. The pack helped a lot with that issue. But when you woke up today, you noticed that you had woken up to a quiet house. Which was… strange to say the least. There was always some sort of ruckus going on downstairs in the early hours. So you figured you’d go investigate cautiously, in case something had happened. You grabbed your thigh garter belt with your knives attached before you quietly made your way down the stairs. You saw and heard no one. Nothing was wrong or out of place. Everyone was just… gone. But why?

“Boy, you come prepared don’t you?” A male voice said from the stairs, causing you to jolt back in surprise, automatically drawing your knife from its holster on sheer instinct, ready to release it at any given moment.

You relaxed and placed it back to your thigh as you realized it was just Jihoon, one of the less spoken wolves of the pack.

He was only a few inches taller than you, but you were still incredibly intimidated by him. You weren’t sure why all the others were terrified to piss him off, even the alphas, but you were never worried he’d get mad at you. Which was weird, you were always skeptical of everyone, it was just in your nature as a rogue wolf.

However, with him, it wasn’t horror that overtook your veins, it was nervousness. Like you had some sort of school girl crush on him and you were worried you’d mess something up in front of him and die from the embarrassment of it. But why? Why would you care what some rando wolf would think of you when you’d probably be leaving in a bit when your wounds were healed better?

“Jesus Jihoon! You know I could’ve killed you right? Didn’t your parents ever tell you not to fuck with a bitch with knives?” You huffed out in annoyance while slapping you hands over your face, praying that he hadn’t seen your cherry red cheeks yet.

Of course he had though. He never took his eyes off of you whenever you were in a room. You were just too zoned off to notice

“Uh no… Not really. Never had them so they didn’t teach me shit. Not that any of that matters. We both know you’d never hurt anyone if you could help it.” He shrugged, nudging past you to make his way to the fridge for a bite to eat with a small smile pasted on his glorious lips. God he annoyed you.

“You don’t know that. I always come prepared, I could be a serial killer for all any of you know” you cooly threw his way as you let your guard down slightly, for some reason trusting him enough to have a semi civilized conversation alone.

“Yeah yeah you’re a little vicious killer. Whatever you say kid” He laughed out, trying to keep his amusement in check at your quick replies.

You gritted your teeth, “Hey I am not a kid! I’m centuries old! MUCH older than you.” You smugly responded to his bitch ass nickname for you.

Jihoon looked you up and down for a second, making you a bit self conscious and spreading a heat down to your lower belly, “You don’t look older than me. Matter of fact, you look like the youngest one here. So I’m gonna keep calling you kid, kid.” He leaned in close to you and whispered seductively in your ear.

“Where- where is everyone?” You stuttered out, trying your best not to focus on the minimal contact Jihoon had made with your shoulder while brushing past you moments ago. Curse your dumb instincts. Why did you have to find him attractive? Couldn’t your wolf side ever just stay in check?

“The market? No, to Taeyong’s? Maybe it was to the river? I dont know by the time they left it didn’t seem like they even knew where they were going so I stopped listening.” He answered while taking a bit of an apple he had snagged from the fruit basket on the counter.

“W-why didn’t you go with them?” You questioned him as you tried your best to avoid his piercing gaze.

“Didn’t feel like third wheeling a bunch of mated coupled wolves.” He shrugged once more while sitting himself on the kitchen table you were next to, “Plus, someone needed to stay here and keep an eye on the house.”

“I would’ve been here.” You chimed in, as if he would’ve ever seriously left you alone.

Whether you were a Werewolf or not, he was NOT gonna leave you without some sort of safety net if he could help it. If he had it his way, you wouldn’t even go down to the market with the other mates when supplies were needed. He knew you could handle yourself as a fellow wolf, and he knew you were the best to go because you weren’t marked yet, but he was worried for you.

You definitely had people looking at you because of your different appearance. You were drop dead gorgeous to anyone with eyes, and that greatly concerned him every-time you went out shopping. He may have been more of a lone wolf, but he wanted to protect you at all cost, even if you didn’t realize that’s what he was doing yet.

“Doesn’t count. You’re a FANCY werewolf, remember?” He emphasized the word fancy in a condescending way that irked your nerves all the way to your core.

“We don’t know what you can do yet. Besides, you act like I’d actually want to go watch them make goo goo eyes at each other all day long. Seeing them cuddle and dry hump the whole time we’re doing something isn’t my idea of fun. I’d rather be here and enjoy the peace and quiet while I can.” He said as he tossed the remains of his apple in the garbage can in one swift motion.

“I can do everything you guys can and more!” You defended yourself, getting a bit frustrated at the younger wolf for doubting your abilities.

“Then prove it. Do something… super wolfy” he chuckled out, half jokingly and half seriously in what a normal person would recognize as a flirty manner.

He hadn’t had too many girlfriends. His experience with girls was limited compared to his brothers. So sticking to his sarcastic edgy tone was the only way he knew how to engage with you.

He was curious as to what your powers entailed anyways. They all were, none of them had met a wolf like you before. All the wolves they knew were modern, and the only seriously powerful wolf they knew was from a Chinese pack that had fled to their area who could communicate with heaven, hell, and the nether realms. They had heard stories that had been passed down for some generations about what wolves were like long ago, but none of it was confirmed because nearly all had been killed or died off. So they wanted to see if you could actually do all the things from the legends they heard about your people. For all they knew, you could fly.

You hesitated for a moment, trying your best to think of something, anything that you could do that would shut him up and prove your point. But everything you thought of required you to be much stronger than you currently were. None of the visible powers you had were working right now due to the small amount of silver still running through your system. Even if you were working at full strength and weren’t hurt, you had never been able to use your powers to their full extent do to something having been wrong with you since birth.

“… I- I cant.” You sighed in defeat while bringing your head down to look at your hands.

“Why not?” He wondered aloud, not even really meaning to tease you, he just let the innocent question slip from his lips without thinking.

“Because I got hurt and I have no way to get better! My entire pack is dead! Everyone I love is dead! I don’t have a mate! I need some sort of connection to the people around me to heal faster and I don’t have one anymore! I need one or the other to have my powers come back this quickly after such a traumatic incident and I have neither! I’m fucked up and I’ve been fucked up for a long time okay!” You snapped, your eyes now bleeding and turning emerald green from anger as you yelled at him.

Once you saw his confused and remorseful expression, you quickly closed your eyes and turned around to try and calm down. You didn’t mean to go after him like that, but you were already very worried about your own health not coming back and the taunting tone in his voice just made you break. You could feel the hurt in his heart. It made you want to cry, you didn’t mean to yell at him. You were just a very touchy person who had been asked about a very touchy subject.

“I- I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to get upset. I just- I’m concerned for myself and this conversation… well it made the concerns I already had skyrocket. But that’s not your fault. You would’ve had no way of knowing that. I apologize for getting mad at you over something so childish.” You earnestly said, trying your best to look him in the eyes without blushing from embarrassment.

He quickly moved his head down to look at his lap. He understood your pain. He could feel it everyday. You were his mate, he already did have a connection to you. He knew when you were sad or hurt or worried. He knew that you weren’t just in physical pain, but emotional pain as well. He wished he could take it all away from you so you never felt a negative feeling again. But he just couldn’t. Though, he was upset at himself for making it worse for you. Why did he always have to try and stir the pot? Couldn’t he just leave well enough alone? Couldn’t he just be cool around you and know when to stop?

“It’s okay. I… I understand what it’s like. To not have anyone I mean. I didn’t realize that you actually had to have those things in order to heal better though. With wolves now, we don’t necessarily have to have those things. I mean having them helps, but we get better eventually anyways as long as we get the wound cleaned properly. I didn’t know it was different for you...” He bit his lip as he continued, “But you know, our pack can be your pack, if you want anyway. There’s an opening for another ticking time bomb now that Chan’s found a mate. You’d be perfect for the job” he joked, though you could tell he was serious at the offer for you to join the pack.

“Yeah… how much does it pay an hour?” You played along, trying to lighten the mood from the tension you had made appear due to your little anger outburst.

You hurriedly propped yourself up on the table next to Jihoon, who gave you a small smile in return. It gave you goosebumps all over your skin. So you were thankful you had grabbed a large sweater the pack had given you before you went downstairs this morning.

You were given a bunch of them. They made you feel safe, and you loved the way they smelt. So when the other mates apologized and said they didn’t have many ‘girly clothing items’ to give you as getting clothing was sparse at the moment, you didn’t complain. You were perfectly content with your bigger clothing.

When you sat up on the table, you smelt the same scent of vanilla and honeysuckle that you nostrils had been absorbing from the clothing given to you…

“Not a lot.” Jihoon confessed, “we only offer housing, protection, and being around people who would do anything for you. But honestly, you could do a lot worse in terms of a career.” He bit his lip once more, the action drawing a small pur from your chest, which you tried to cover with a small cough. Of course he still caught the sound though. You weren’t even sure why looking at him made you that happy. The sound made Jihoon swoon, he loved that he already had such an impact on you.

“Of course there’s also some downside like with all jobs… like having to constantly break up fights, having a complete jackass for a mate, and well… you know… sharing bathrooms…” he trailed on, rubbing his neck while he attempted to make it seem like the middle part was casual.

“Wait! A complete WHAT for a WHO and WHERE was I???” You all but yell out in shock, making Jihoon wince.

He couldn’t tell if you were upset that he’d just burst it out like that. He honestly couldn’t even tell if you knew you were his mate or not. He didn’t know if you WANTED a mate or not. From what he knew of you, you usually stayed away from people unless you had to be around them. You told the others that staying alone is how you’d survived all these centuries. But Would you make an exception to your rules for survival to stay with him?

“Uh… yeah. A mate. That would- that would be me. I’m your mate…” He whispered, attempting as best as he could to regain control of his heartbeat that was now almost pounding out of his chest.

That’s when it all clicked in your head. Why they let you eat first with the mates, with the OTHER mates. You were one of them. It’s why they found you when you needed help, he must’ve felt you were in danger. It’s why you didn’t die that day even though your wounds would’ve been normally fatal even to you, because he was near you and never left your side. It’s why you weren’t scared of him like everyone else, you knew he’d never hurt you because he loved you. It’s why the pack always giggled anytime you and Jihoon would get near each other. It’s why the smell on your sweaters and his smell were so familiar, he gave them to you because you were his. You two were mates. It all made sense.

“We’re- we’re mates?” You reaffirmed out loud, but you started to feel dizzy. You weren’t sure what was happening.

Everything was going too fast, it felt like you were moving in slow motion but the entire world was spinning as fast as it could around you. The edges of your vision started becoming fuzzy and dark. You started to feel like you were going to pass out, but before you could fall flat on your face to the floor, Jihoon caught your fragile body in his arms.

“Yes. We are. I’m so sorry I didn’t tell you earlier, but I wanted to give you some time to adjust to being around normal people before I told you.” He assured you as he started moving towards the stairs, bringing you to his room and setting you down on his bed. He was incredibly worried for you, he could hear your heart rate slowing by the second.

“You might need to lay down. You don’t look well” he spoke softly as he held the back of one of his larger hands to your clammy forehead.

“Yeah… okay… rest… that makes sense… I’m sorry I- I just wasn’t expecting-” You tried to say as you start to give into the panicking darkness, not wanting to fight the urge to black out anymore.

“It’s okay. It’s a lot to take in. Just try and sleep okay?” He shushed you as he moved his blankets over your petite form, hesitant to touch you as he didn’t want to make matters worse. But his inner wolf was screaming at him to hold you and rock you to help you.

Everything you had heard about Jihoon told you he wasn’t someone who could have a relationship. All the others always talked about him wanting no one around him ever. They called him a grumpy old rogue wolf who miraculously got stuck in their pack. They said that He did things his own way. He did things alone. So did you.

“Jihoon, how the hell are we supposed to be together when we’re both lone wolves?” You whimpered out to him before everything went dark.

Another Author’s Note: alright so you guys know the drill. I wrote this close to midnight and I’m too tired to care about revising rn. So i shall look at it and fix any mistakes tomorrow when I get the time. Tomorrow I don’t think I’ll be praying more than once. Sorry, I’m working a doubt shift. But Wednesday I’m hoping to post three times! Here’s to hoping!

(Updated 9/6)

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