#brownie is v good thanks for asking

[safyresky]

It would be nice if like, for once!!! When extended family got mad at my Dad!! My Mom!!! Didn't pull ud all in!! I Do Not Care about this tea or drams or whatEVER hill is presently being used as a battleground!! Let me just enjoy my day in peace!! Ahhhh!!!

[mini-ism]

#— BIRTHDAY SUIT.

pairings: welt yang x afab!gn!reader

words: about 2.5k

synopsis: your neighbor, mr. yang, has a chat with you that quickly turns intimate.

warnings: MDNI, p in v, unprotected sex, afab (gender neutral) reader, neighbor!welt yang, praise kink, birthday sex, not beta read.

notes: i wrote this with hi3 welt in mind (hes in his 50s in this fic), but it can also be read as hsr welt :p

“happy birthday, you!”

what a surprise, really, your next-door neighbor was pinching your cheek. mr. yang has always been a friendly man, and although your interactions have been limited and cordial, he had always been quite kind and polite.

mr. yang was beaming, the tray of fudgy brownies he baked sitting on the table, lukewarm, but inviting. he let go of your cheek, his pinch not too painful, more or less playful.

“it’s nice to see you, mr. yang. thank you for coming!” you smiled back at him haphazardly. it seems your family decided to invite him over. that wasn’t much of a problem, the more the merrier, one could assume.

“not a problem. how is your special day going so far?” he asked with genuine curiosity, placing a hand on your upper back as you two stepped over to the dining table. it was strewn with presents, balloons, and other birthday-like decorations. mr. yang’s fresh brownies awaited their inevitable fate amongst the festivities.

your friends and family greeted you warmly as you took your seat. mr. yang’s hand left your back as he took his own seat, smiling every so often as something humorous was said. your mother sighed contently as she entered the room, recounting everything else she had done before loudly gasping, “shoot, i forgot the damn cake!”

she raced out of the dining room, then out the door, followed by a few other members of your family and some friends. you assumed they had left with her. now it was just awkward. you grabbed the pitcher of sugary lemonade and a paper cup, pouring yourself a drink and sipping it.

mr. yang was the first to break the silence.

“hey, how about we talk for a moment, is that okay?” he stood next to you, slipping out of his seat and quietly asking. you nodded and finished your lemonade, leaving the cup somewhere where you would remember. he, again, guided you with his hand on your back, to your room. you could hear your friends chatting amongst themselves in the living room, playing games and watching TV. you shut the door behind you.

“what did you want to talk about mr. yang?” you turned to him. he sat on your bed and patted the spot next to him, urging you to sit with him.

“you could just call me welt, dear,” he gave you a gentle look, “i wanted to talk about life with you. maybe i could be a listening ear or give you some advice. i felt that you’d be more comfortable in your own space.”

you took your place next to him, appreciating his thoughtfulness and consideration. “what’s life like for you, dear? is everything okay in your own world?”

“yeah, life is okay. it's… hard sometimes, but when it’s good, it seems more worthwhile than usual.” you looked at the ground below you, fidgeting with your hands.

“you’ll find it’s purpose eventually, angel,” he started after a moment, “it doesn’t always come to you, especially not when you’re in your younger years. believe it or not, i’m still trying to figure it all out even at my age.” welt patted you reassuringly on the shoulder.

“i hope i figure it out soon.” you looked back at him, who was still looking at you oh-so gently.

“you will.” his hand moved to pat you on the thigh. welt had such a tender demeanor, maybe that is something that comes with age or experience.

it was silent again, you didn’t really know what to say.

“i’m proud of you,” he whispered, his hand moving slightly upwards, “you’re already doing incredibly well.”

“thank you, welt.” you whispered back in the same hushed tone, his hand creeping further upwards, giving your thigh a squeeze.

you drew in a breath and held it, and the air grew tensely stagnant. you could tell mr. welt was trying not to scare you or seem creepy.

you scooted closer to him, feeling the same wound tension in your body. you were receptive to his touch, from what he could tell. he gave your upper thigh a tighter squeeze.

you tried to hold in that breath, making a squeaky, choked noise. he was terribly quiet, “…am i hurting you, dear?”

“no, mr. yang…” you said with a murmur, staring at his hand. it was slightly vascular, his knuckles were rosy compared to his lighter tone, and, weirdly enough, it looked like he took care of his cuticles.

“that’s good to know,” he glanced at his hand, then at you, “tell me if i hurt you at all, please.”

“…okay.” you replied.

you met welt’s gaze, which was intense, yet tender and loving. you could tell a fire was burning beneath his cool exterior. his eyes were warm, like pools of dark honey. his breath hitched, and his face inched closer to yours.

his other hand cupped your cheek as he went in for the kiss. his lips were soft, and you kissed him back without a second thought (or a first). his thigh hand anchored him with a tight grip, causing you to whine into his lips. he pulled back, eyes wide, huffing for air, “did that hurt you?”

you shook your head no, furrowing your brows. you pushed his glasses back onto the bridge of his nose, turning him on more than he’d like to admit, “that’s good…”

he gingerly maneuvered you to lay down onto your bed, getting on top of you with that damn look. his eyes were lidded, his lips parted, and his gaze passionate, yet caring. he nestled between your legs, spreading them apart slowly with his hands and hovering above you. he bent down to kiss you again, his tongue parting your own lips with caution. he gripped the undersides of your thighs tightly, savoring your taste as your tongues intertwined. he gave you another kiss on the lips as his tongue left your mouth.

your eyes flicked from his face, which was flushed and needy, to his chest, which was modest and clean, “do you want me to unbutton this, angel?”

with your nod, he straightened his back and unbuttoned his dress shirt with experience, he didn’t mess up even once, “i won’t take it off, but i hope you like what you see for now.”

you ran your hands over his slightly toned body, he was in great shape, and he smiled when you felt his chest. it felt right, the way he looked. he was undeniably handsome for a man in his late fifties — or so — he didn’t look a day over thirty. his chest and abs were very slightly chiseled, but you could still see a light outline of his ribs poking through. there was a little birthmark on his collarbone, and another on his neck.

his glasses were sliding off the bridge of his nose, and he elected to take them off and set them elsewhere. he brushed his brown hair out of his eyes, framing his face perfectly. his eyes had a mischievous twinkle in them.

wordlessly, you lifted your own shirt off your head, revealing the curve of your breasts to welt. a low noise escaped him. he kissed your cheek, then your neck, your collarbones, and the slope of your chest. you looked so pretty for him right now, and he couldn’t wait to see more of you.

welt gently fondled your chest, delicately rubbing your nipples and caressing your skin. his thumbs flicked back and forth on the sensitive bud, watching your nipples harden with curiosity. he smiled charmingly, his eyes warm and magnetic. welt held eye contact with you as his hands caressed their way lower to your hips. you gave him a nod, insinuating the motions of what’s to come next.

“are you sure, dear? you can tell me no, and we can put our clothes back on. don’t be scared to tell me anything.” his voice was comforting, his words were sincere and reassuring.

“yeah, i’m sure about it. i wanna do this with you, welt.”

welt kissed you again, responding with a soft sigh. he got up again, still on his knees and atop you. you removed everything from the waist down, leaving yourself bare for him. welt was glad you were enthusiastic, and he unbuckled his own belt. he kept your gaze as he unzipped his pants, letting you palm the bulge in his underwear, “are you ready?”

you let out a quiet “mhm,” letting him pin your knees to your chest and spread you open more, “keep your legs there please.”

welt slipped the waistband of his boxers down, revealing his happy trail. he drew his bottom lip between his teeth as his cock sprung out. he started to stroke himself gently, brows knitted together from the pleasure. “…do you want to take it?” he asked, quite shyly.

“mmm, yeah, i want to,” you purred, your body desperate for any sort of contact. welt grabbed the inside of your thigh with his other hand, stroking with his dominant hand as he teased your clit with his tip. his bottom lip remained tucked tightly between his teeth and cheeks flushed. the tip of welt’s cock slipped in for a brief moment before he pulled out, releasing his lip and drawing in a sharp breath.

a wanton mewl escaped your lips as he pulled out. welt groaned lowly in response, pushing the sensitive tip back inside of you with minimal resistance. he could stay like this forever, indulging himself in your tight pussy, watching you drool and whine as he pushes a little further before abruptly pulling out, stroking your swollen clit with his thumb. he could keep shushing you with his kisses and tease your entrance more, but his patience was slowly waning.

seeing you sprawled out on your bed, clothes scattered across your floor, your cunt needy and leaking like a faucet, he won’t be able to help himself much longer. it was a lot to take in at the same time, it was beautiful yet surreal. “don’t finish in your hand welt!” you slurred, crying out a bit louder than you should’ve. he was jerking himself subconsciously, dazed at the sight before him.

“i won’t, i promise.” welt smiled as the words left him, reassuring and effectively calming your worry. he slicked back the hair in his face, some of it falling right back into place. welt grabbed your thigh again, drawing in a deep breath, mostly to calm his nerves, and pushing into your wet, swollen pussy again. he released the breath quickly, sighing as he delved deeper into you, relishing the bliss of sliding into you. you kept babbling and whining, the stretch of your pussy left your tight hole burning. he kept shushing you gently, rocking his hips back and forth gently, only about halfway inside of you.

“it’s okay, it’s not gonna hurt like this soon. i’ll take care of you.” welt said as he rolled his hips slowly, smiling with sincerity as he hushed you again. with every tender and soft thrust, his cock sunk deeper into you, he could feel his tip brush up against your cervix with due time. “you're so wet,” he cooed, “i want to be inside you forever. you feel amazing.”

he felt you wrap your arms around his neck, letting you pull him down closer to you. you burrowed your face in his neck, your soft moans ringing in his ears as he gripped your sheets. it took everything in him not to fuck you senseless then, but he swore he’d be gentle with you.

“it’s alright,” he whispered to you, “i know, darling, i know.” he could feel you clamp down on him, your muscles tightening feverishly as he praised you. you couldn’t help but love the way he talked to you, he was so gentle and validating, welt was so sweet and understanding. your pussy gushed more as he muttered sweet nothings in your skin, his grip on your sheets as tight as your pussy’s grip on his cock. the pain subsided with each thrust, pleasure flooding your senses, your juices leaking from your hole and onto your sheets. “you’re doing so good for me, so, so good.”

it’s seriously taking every bit of willpower and control not to fuck into you. it’s disgusting, really, how badly he wants to fuck you with brutal thrusts, how badly he wants everyone to hear you scream out in pleasure, how badly he wants to make you squirm and cum everywhere. he wants to do that ten times over, at the least. he knows you can’t handle that, not now, but every shred of his being wants to fuck you until you swear your pussy is all his.

“so fucking good, baby,” he groans, his hips stuttering as he stuffs you full of his cock, milking out every drop of pleasure he can get before he inevitably cums, “such an angel for me.”

you continue to babble and mewl, feeling his cockhead thrust itself as deep as it can into you. you can feel himself slowly losing any sort of restraint he has, moaning with you as he slams his hips into yours. you kiss his neck as he huffs in your ear with every movement of his hips, groaning lowly when he slides back into you with vigor.

the world around you seemed to dull as your body grew hotter and needier. your blankets were damp with your slick, your skin burning and your core tightening. nothing really made sense but him, him and the way he was fucking you. you held onto his back, sliding your hands underneath his loose dress shirt, clawing and digging your nails into his skin. welt’s pace quickened, sweat dripping from his forehead, his back getting sticky from the perspiration.

every single muscle of yours was wound tense with pleasure, as were his, his control was slipping from his grasp. “just like that, hold me just like that.” he breathed into your ear, sending a shiver down your spine. your senses were heightened as the world buzzed around you, nothing else mattered in this moment other than him and your quickly approaching orgasm. your nails dug harder into his bare skin as your heart beat harder in your ears. the sound of your pussy, as well as his moans and his skin against yours was all too lewd.

you murmured in his ear that you were close, welt responding in gentle praises and reciprocation. the coil in your gut loosened with intense euphoria, ecstasy washing over you and your tight muscles. welt chased after his high with a few erratic and intense thrusts into you, a guttural sound leaving his lips. his head lolled onto your shoulder lazily, welt catching his breath as his grip on your sheets loosened.

“are you okay?” welt whispered, breathing heavily.

“yeah, i’m okay. are you?” you replied.

“…i’m okay. i’m great, honestly,” he said with humor in his voice.

“we should probably head back, your friends might be worried about you.”

[daydreams-after-dark]

What's your fanfic fantasy? part 4

Chapter Contents.

Part 1 // Part 2 // Part 3 // Part 4 // Part 5 // Part 6 // Part 7 // Part 8 // Part 9 // Part 10 // Part 11 // Part 12 // Part 13 // Part 14 //

Chapter summary: chan helps you fulfil a fantasy of sensual sex with a stranger.

Premise: OFC + Chan + Jisung 18+ fanfic. This is an AU story about Chan bringing your fantasies to life... but what happens when boyfriends Chan and Han fall in love with you?

Content Warnings: nudity, anonymous sexual encounter, blindfolds, anal fingering, blow job, angst, p in v unprotected sex.

You look out to the ocean from your balcony window. You're trying to calm your nerves and simultaneously build up the courage to go downstairs to make yourself some breakfast.

Why oh why did you send Chan that message last night? Admittedly, it was a very impulsive thing to do, and in hindsight you should have thought it through a bit more.

You hadn’t even considered what Chan might have thought. What if he doesn’t feel comfortable approaching a band member and saying “Hey do you wanna fuck y/n - and oh yeah, she won’t know it’s you?" Maybe he doesn’t want to make it look like you sleep around (not that that is even a bad thing)? Or what if none of them want to do it.

Oh my God. What if none of them want to fuck you? You shake your head. Get a grip.

Eventually, your hunger becomes too much and you head downstairs to the kitchen.

The kitchen is one of those gorgeous gourmet ones you see on Pinterest, and looks out onto a large living area that has enormous sliding doors, which opens out onto the ocean. It’s an absolutely gorgeous space, perfect for a creative getaway.

You hope that no one will be in there since you had waited well past what would be considered “breakfast” time to make your way down.

You tentatively peek your head in, and to your relief no one is there. Thank fuck. You survey the kitchen counter to see what you should eat, and see a cloche covering a plate with a note on top.

“Please eat me!”

You lift the covering to find fresh brownies underneath. Felix must have arrived. Felix isn’t in the band but he manages their tech. Plus he’s known the guys forever, and he makes the best brownies.

“Hey there.” you turn, startled, your mouth stuffed full of brownie.

It’s Jisung.

“You look good with your mouth full.” He teases and raises an eyebrow.

You manage to swallow your mouthful and stick your tongue out at him.

“Oh you want something else in you mouth do you?” he chuckles. “Actually, y/n. You’re not avoiding us this morning are you?” his tone turns serious. “You didn’t come down for breakfast.”

You shake your head “I was just tired.” you reply. He doesn’t believe you. You can see it in his face.

“You are… you’re okay with what happened yesterday then?” He looks at you intensely.

“Yes. Yes. Yesterday was fucking incredible.” you assure him, truthfully. It was incredible, but it’s the aftermath that has you confused. Confused about your feelings, your desires, about Chan and Jisung, and what they might be feeling.

“But?” he pushes.

“But nothing.” you respond more hastily than you intended.

He leans in “You weren’t freaked out when Chan fucked me were you?” he whispers.

Your breath hitches and your core aches at his words. “No! Everything is fine.” you reiterate.

Jisung nods. “Okay.” He seems reassured enough for now. “So, what about this blindfold thingy?” He changes the subject.

Your eyes widen. Of course Jisung would know about your message to Chan, but it doesn’t make you any less embarrassed.

“What did Chan say?” you ask with too much enthusiasm.

“He said-” Jisung begins.

“Jisung, y/n.” Chan is standing at the door, wearing grey sweats and loose t-shirt, but you can’t help picturing him shirtless and thrusting into Jisung. Oh God. You steady yourself.

“Hey babe!” Jisung skips over to him and plants a sloppy kiss on his cheek.

Chan ushers you both over to the couch where he and Jisung sit across from you and you sit there nervously playing with the fabric of your shorts. You feel like you're about to be scolded by two parents.

“So y/n. I suppose we owe you an explanation?” begins Chan.

You shake your head. “Not really - ”

“We do. You see Jisung and I…” Chan pauses. “We're together. In a relationship. Boyfriends.” He continues matter of fact. Jisung squeezes Chan’s thigh and smiles at him. Jisung is so fucking in love, you can see it on his face. Why hadn’t you noticed this sooner?

“Okay.” you nod.

“Only the band members know.” adds Jisung, and you catch his smile falter ever so slightly.

“Well, that’s wonderful that you are both together. And I am glad that you are okay with me knowing.” You're genuinely happy for them.

Chan’s expression turns serious, pained even. “We also need to know if you have any concerns about yesterday? If we need to do anything...Fix anything?”

You can’t stop thinking about yesterday. You couldn’t stop thinking about it last night when you were alone in your bed. Jisung had certainly succeeded in his mission, and now you really can’t get him out of your head.

“Yesterday was great. I thought we all had a good time? Didn’t we?” You're really worried that they regret it.

“Oh y/n, we did! Didn’t we Chan? Y/n you were so- ” Chan raises his hand to cut Jisung off. “Jisung, calm yourself or you are gonna get yourself horny again, and I don’t have the energy.”

Jisung’s phone beeps. “Shit, it’s Binnie. I’ve got a training session with him. Leg day.” He gets up to leave and Chan gives him a love tap on the way past.

“Hey! Don’t touch my butt!” he cries, “Unless you’re going to fuck me!” he adds as he bounds out of the room. Chan smirks and you hide a giggle.

It’s just you and Chan now. The room is silent.

“So," Chan scratches his head and grins nervously. “You want to talk about this blindfold fantasy?”

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Later… (a/n: some of you may recognise the following scenario as a standalone oneshot, but this where I wrote it originally. I apologise in advance if that makes this installment underwhelming. the chapter ends a little differently to the oneshot too.)

You walk down the dimly lit hallway towards one of the unused bedrooms. You've decided this scenario will take place in a space that no one is using, to really maximize the mysteriousness of it.

Butterflies are going absolutely crazy in your stomach, and you tug your satin robe tighter around you trying to settle them down. You feel very sexy and feminine wearing nothing but the robe. The cream floral print against a gold background makes you feel like a queen.

You approach the designated door and knock.

“Come in.” Chan calls from within the room.

You swallow hard and push open the door.

You're immediately taken aback. The room is stunning. The décor is dark and moody, with the walls painted a dark grey blue, and the furniture looks as though it’s antique. Paintings of abstract naked women are hung around the room.

There are various stained-glass lamps, emanating a seductive glow, and there is music playing low in the background. It sounds like French music. A woman’s voice seductively fills the room.

Then there’s the bed. Huge, King sized, so plush and high set. Chan is laying propped up against the dark timber headboard, he almost looks lost leaning amongst the generous number of over sized plush pillows. He’s wearing black tracksuit pants and a muscle tee. It looks out of place in such a sensually styled room.

“What do you think?” Chan gestures around the room.

“Th-this,” you stammer. “It’s amazing Chan.” You move towards the bed, stretching out your hand to touch the dark green quilt. It’s luxurious on your fingertips. You run your hand along the fabric as you move closer to the head of the bed. Someone’s going to fuck you on this.

You perch on the side of the bed facing away from Chan. Your feet barely reach the floor, and you notice the black blindfold laid out neatly on the bedside table. Next to it is a bottle of coconut oil.

“How are you feeling? Are you okay?” Chan reaches out to touch your hand that’s resting beside you on the bed.

You inhale deeply and then slowly release your breath. How are you feeling?  It’s a mixture of feelings really. You're so very nervous. That, you already know. But, you're also… excited. The idea of what’s about to happen is truly thrilling to you. You hope Chan doesn’t think you're too much. You don’t want him to judge you.

You turn to him. “You don’t think badly of me do you?” you ask him.

He looks surprised and squeezes your hand. “Of course I don’t think badly of you, babygirl.” He gazes deep into your eyes. “I just want to make you happy, and to feel good.” He sits up. “Y/n. I was worried you think badly of me! I was worried I might’ve pushed into something you didn’t really want to do.”

You shake your head profusely. “No! I loved yesterday.” you assure him. You sigh. “You seem so confident, and sure of things… you’ve got yourself sexually figured out and not ashamed of it. I feel like I don’t know anything about myself. I never imagine in a million years I would be living out a fantasy like this…I would normally be too ashamed to ever voice such a desire.” You say shrilly.

He laughs and goes quiet. “Well Jisung thinks I’m ashamed, ashamed of him, and that’s why we haven’t come out.” He sighs, a pained look in his eyes, “But it’s not that at all. I’m not ashamed of him… it’s just the world isn’t a very accepting place. I don’t want Jisung to get hurt.”

You reach up and cup his face. “This is why I love you. You are just too caring. We all love you for it.”

Chan smiles and then his focus switches like a light switch. “We gotta get you ready!” He practically jumps off the bed and moves around to the side of the bed you're sitting on. He takes your hand and you slide off the bed.

You'd already discussed the details of how you were going to do this, covering safe words and safe gestures, what positions you are going to be in, and these had been relayed to whoever was going to be participating.

You stand in front of Chan facing away from him. There is tension in the air. Your breath feels wobbly. He steps closer to you and you can feel his breath on your neck and a pang in your chest. You really wish he’d kiss you. He slowly reaches around, careful not to touch you too much, Why doesn’t he want to touch you? and pulls at your robe’s tie belt.

It comes loose easily and allows your robe to fall open. Chan delicately pulls it off your shoulders letting it drop to the floor. You were now standing completely naked in front of Chan, and only Chan.

He had seen you naked only just a day ago, but that was in the throws of lust. It wasn’t planned. This feels more intimate and you're feeling self conscious. He hasn’t been this close to your naked body. Goosebumps form on your skin. It isn’t cold in the room, Chan had thought of that too and had made the room a comfortable temperature. He’s so fucking considerate. You smile to yourself.

You close your eyes in a bid to compose yourself. Fuck. You're really doing this.

Chan takes your hand again and grabs the blindfold in the other. He steadies you as you climb onto the bed where he resumes the position of laying down but propped up against a pillow and headboard. He directs you to sit between his legs facing away from him, and carefully places the blindfold over your eyes and securing it at the back of your head. Your senses immediately heighten. This feels so erotic.

“Lean back on me.” He whispers as he guides you to lean back onto his fully clothed body. You can feel his hard, toned muscles flexing underneath you, and his breathing is strained. Is he nervous? You can feel an erection beginning to dig into your back. Is this turning him on?

You imagine what this must look like, your exposed, naked body with Chan’s strong legs on either side of yours. You don’t know what to do with your hands so you rest them on your stomach. You don’t know where Chan’s arms and hands are, only that they aren’t touching you. You wish he’d wraps his arms around you. You wish he’d caress your body.

For a moment you try to imagine what it would be like if he did touch you. The sensation of him squeezing your breasts, pinching a nipple, sliding his hands over your body. Then you remember why you're here. For a mystery fuck. A small moan escapes you. Did he hear you?

Chan nuzzles his face into your neck, resting his chin on your left shoulder. It’s the closest he’s been to you. “You already imagining a stranger inside you, hmm?” he whispers. You whimper. His voice turns you on beyond belief.

You don’t have chance to answer because there is a knock on the door. You suck in a breath. This is actually happening.

“Come in.” Chan calls out. You hear the door creak open and then close.

“Are you ready to begin?” Chan whispers in your ear.

“Mmm hmm, yes.” you reply.

“Good, because I think you are going to really enjoy this.”

He takes hold of your hands and places them on the bed either side of your body, using his hands to hold them down out of the way so you can’t go ahead and touch your anonymous lover. You had requested this. It makes you feel like you're being forcefully held in place, although you know you can change things if you want.

You feel the mattress dip slightly. Someone is climbing onto the bed near your feet. Who can it be? Is it Changbin? Or could it be Minho? Felix? Could it be Jisung?

A hand touches your ankle. You shudder, then very slowly and delicately it makes it way up to the side of your knee. Their touch is light and feathery. You swallow.

Then you feel a mouth, a moist, plush mouth just above your knee. You think he is about to take the kisses up your leg, but instead takes his kisses back down, making his way down to your ankle. It feels so sensual. Who do these lips belong to?

Chan releases your arms for just a moment so he can lift your legs over each of his legs, which are spread out wide on the bed. Then he goes back to gently pinning your hands to the mattress.

You sense the other man moving closer and a mouth reappears on your skin. This time it’s your inner right thigh. He drags his tongue from inside your leg near your knee all the way up your inner thigh, sending tingles through your body, but he stops before he gets anywhere near your pussy. He does this again, and then mirrors the action with your other leg.

His hands try to push your legs a little wider and Chan assists by moving his own legs wider, forcing your legs to part just a little more. You are ready, wide open for whatever you're about to receive.

The touching stops, but you can feel him kneeling in front of you. Your chest is rising and falling rapidly in anticipation.

You're pleasantly startled when you feel a warm liquid landing on your breasts. The oil, Chan must have warmed it up somehow in preparation. You moan at the sensation of the oil dripping down around and between your breasts. You suck a breath in a sharp breath when you feel a pair of hands cupping your breasts, then squeezing and massaging the flesh in slow, but firm circles.

His hands slide easily over your oiled skin, and you squeal slightly when he squeezes your nipples. You imagine Changbin before you and that it’s his hands pinching your nipples. But you don’t believe it’s actually him. Changbin is a guitarist, with callused fingers. These hands a soft and smooth. That leaves Jisung, Minho and Felix.

As the pinches and flicks become more aggressive you can’t help but arch your back and rock your hips at the sensation.

Chan shushes you. “We need to stay still and take it, remember what we agreed to?” That’s right, part of this was you needed to stay as still as possible, it was all part of being restrained. You compose yourself and stop moving. It’s so difficult but you're determined to play the part properly.

“Good girl.” Chan growls low. Good girl? You love those words.

More warm oil is applied to your stomach. There is so much that it coats your entire abdomen and runs down towards your pussy, and trickles down between your folds. You feel bad for the bedding, it’s probably going to be a mess.

It feels so fucking sexy with your body being this slick and slippery. You feel like a goddess being cherished and adored, yet at the same time you feel like a dirty whore who doesn’t care who fucks her.

You wait for the hands to return to your body, anticipating them all over your stomach and you moan and pant with the need to be touched now. You are so desperate and on the verge of begging.

“Pl-please… please touch me.” you say.

“He wants you to call him ‘Sir’." Chan whispers.

“Please touch me again… Sir.” you pant.

You release a long low moan as he pours the oil at the top of your pussy now. It runs down through your lips and onto your asshole. You wriggle with pleasure and frustration. Chan squeezes your hand, a reminder that you need to stay still. You don’t know where his hands will land next and the anticipation is pure agony.

The stranger lifts your legs up bending them so your knees are up near your chest. Chan releases one of my hands to grip under your knee to help pin it against your chest, whilst the other man pins your other leg.

The heel of a hand presses firmly against your clit and begins to move in circular motions, much like they did with your breasts. It provides a grinding sensation that shoots pleasure deep inside of your core.

“Fuck that feels so good… Sir.” you whimper as his hand swirls and presses on you for what feels like and eternity.

He then drags two fingers beginning at your clit all the way down to your ass, dragging the oil and your own slickness all the way down. Your pussy clenches as his fingers pass by your entrance, not stopping to explore.

He presses a finger to your asshole.

“Aaaah!!” you gasp at the sensation of the pressure.

He massages his finger against your rim, and you know you're going to open up easily for him. You're so aroused and so slick from the oil that it doesn’t take much for the tip of his finger to breech the entrance. You grip the sheets with your hands as his finger slips in slowly. Deeper, deeper, all the way in.

“You’re being so good for him.” Chan’s words of praise in your ear make your melt around the stranger’s finger and it isn't long until you're ready for more.

“Sir… please.. I need… can you put in another finger?”

He slowly removes his finger and you feel two fingers at your hole now. He pushes them in, going ever so slowly. It’s a stretch but he’s moving slowly enough that you're adjusting along the way, making the stretch feel achingly good. He must be experienced at this sort of thing. He knows exactly what to do.

You reach up and wrap an arm around Chan’s neck. He whispers words of encouragement in your ear.

The volume of your moans and whimpers grow so loud now that it’s drowning out the sound of the French woman’s singing. The man moves his fingers in and and out of your ass maintaining a relentlessly slow pace. The burning sensation with every drag of his fingers makes your cry out in pleasure.

“Faster… harder… Sir I need… more.” you whimper.

He quickly builds up the pace. Chan brings his hand to your neck, wrapping it around your throat and squeezing slightly but not enough to cut off the air. Then he brings his thumb up to your lips. You open your mouth allowing him to slip his thumb inside. You pull at the hair on the back of his head and he pushes his thumb further into your mouth. The other man continues to fuck your ass with his fingers.

A mouth lands on your pussy. His tongue swirls around and through your lips. The tip of his tongue slides inside of you. Chan starts to fuck your mouth with his thumb, pushing it deep inside roughly. You want him to ruin you.

You're practically screaming from the glorious agony, your senses are on overload.

Chan removes his thumb. “Is this okay?” he checks in with you.

“Yes… But… I want his cock now.” you pout.

“Ahhh yes, I bet you do. Let’s sort you out huh?”

The fingers inside your ass are removed and you feel the man shift his position.

His thighs press against the underside of yours. Then…you feel the tip of a cock. He pushes it against your entrance. You make a pathetic whiny sound. Your body is begging for him to push his cock in.

Moments pass and nothing happens. What is happening? A sense of panic makes it’s way into your body. Has he changed his mind?

Another moment passes.

“He wants to know if we can take the blindfold off?” Chan asks.

You pause. He hasn’t changed his mind. You quickly try to decide what to do. Whoever it is wants you to be right there with him, making this moment together. Not him fucking fucking, but you fucking each other.

“Okay.” you say shakily. Your breath quickens at the thought of coming face to face with the man who has been pleasuring you so amazingly.

Chan takes over holding both your legs up, and two hands come to rest on the sides of your blindfold, the tip of his cock slips into you slightly as he leans in towards you, giving you a tease of what’s to come. You can’t wait until he is all the way inside.

Your blindfold slides off but your vision is blurry. You blink to adjust your eyes and the man before you becomes clear.

Minho.

He is looking at you expectantly, nervously, like you might run away at the sight of him.

You reach up and cup his face. His cheeks are flushed and lips pink and swollen. He isn’t even being the one fucked right now but he looks like he is.

“Hey.” you say with a dazed smile.

“Hey.” He replies. “Is this okay…do you want to keep…”

You wrap an arm around his waist and pull him down on top of you. His hands reach around to your ass, lifting your hips up and pushes himself all the way inside of you.

Minho is finally free to make noises now and he makes long low moans as he rocks his hips into you. He looks down between the two of you to watch his cock glide in and out.

You still have one arm wrapped around Chan’s neck, your other explores Minho’s body. His toned body undulates like some sort of exotic python. He’s even more skilled with his cock than with those magic fingers. He brings his mouth down onto yours mirroring his tongue with his thrusts. He is such a skilled, diligent lover.

You melt together as his long, languid thrusts become deeper and you are being pressed against Chan’s hard cock.

Without warning, Minho pulls out of you and flips you over in one fluid move so you're on all fours.

You look down and see Chan’s hard erection inside his sweats.

You're about to reach for it when you're dragged away further down the bed by Minho. You look into Chan’s eyes longingly as you're being pulled out of reach while he just stares back at you. You want to please him so badly.

Minho pushes his cock back inside you, causing you to cry out. Pleasure washes over you, mixing with the angst of yearning for Chan.

He slides his thumb over your asshole and presses it inside. “Ahhh.. Yes, Minho.” you cry.

He pushes it in all the way and rests his palm and fingers on your tail bone. His grip is perfect to rock you on an off his cock. You love feeling so filled up, and you're about to come any minute.

Chan looks fucked out, like he’s on another planet. His engorged, swollen red cock is now out of his pants and in his hand but he’s not doing anything with it. He’s just holding it absentmindedly. His eyes are glazed over as he stares at you.

Minho must notice him too. “Kitten?” he asks. “Do you want to help Chan out? Make him come?”

Oh fuck yes! You look at Chan eagerly. You're practically salivating.

“Come over here Chan. It’s okay.” Minho encourages Chan over, but doesn’t move.

“Before I come.” He adds hoping that will spur him on.

Chan, as if possessed, gets up onto his knees and crawls his way towards you. Once he is close enough he offers you the head of his cock. You eagerly take hold of it with one hand and guide him into your mouth. Chan whimpers at your touch. You lick your tongue along his shaft and over the tip before taking him deep into your mouth.

“Oh fuck!” Chan whines high pitched.

“Y/n, don’t use your hands. Make him work for it.” Minho growls as he fucks you from behind.

You do as you're told and release your grip but keeping him in your warm, wet mouth.

Something in Chan snaps. He grabs the back of your head and starts plunging his cock into your mouth relentlessly. He tangles his fingers in your hair as he fucks your face without restraint. You gag. It’s hard to take him and your eyes water.

You look up at him to find him staring at you while he fucks your face. Having Chan using you like this while Minho pounds you from behind and fingering your ass is all to much. You cry out around Chan’s cock as your legs shake and your cunt clenches around Minho. Your arms and legs buckle underneath you, but Minho is there to hold you steady. He wraps and arm underneath you, keeping you in position. He pulls out of you painting your back in his cum.

Chan growls and moans, and pulls his cock out to massage his release into your waiting mouth and tongue. There is so much. He leans back onto his heels, shaking as he watches you swallow every drop. He looks horrified and startled. Oh shit, have you done something wrong?

Chan quickly gets off the bed and pulls up his sweats. “Fuck y/n. I'm so sorry.” He says flustered.

“I’ll get the towels.” Minho announces and hops off the bed.

“Chan?” you whimper. He doesn’t seem to hear you. You can tell he's freaking out. “Chan!” you repeat, “I need you to hold me.”

Chan looks down at you, as though he is scared. What's going through his mind? Cautiously, he edges closer to the bed and sits beside you. You're still in an all fours position waiting to have your back wiped, but you kneel up to let Chan wrap his arms around you. You nuzzle into his chest. Why is he so upset with you?

You feel him relax against you and he strokes your hair. “I shouldn’t have done that to you.” He whispers over and over. You don’t understand. You fucking loved that he did that to you.

Minho returns to wipe you down and to remove the excess coconut oil that had made its way to the strangest places.

Suddenly, Chan gets up and turns down the bed, gesturing for you to hop in. Then he goes around the other side and offers that side to Minho.

You and Minho look at each other. This seems like really odd behaviour, but you oblige and both get into bed as directed, even though this wasn’t part of the arrangement. You don’t say a word as you watch Chan slip his shirt back on and leave the room.

Next Chapter: you role play with Minho and learn more about the man on his mind.

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[chaotic-mystery]

ꨄ Pairing: bfd!joel miller x f!reader

ꨄ Summary: Sarah’s home from college and you visit her…and her dad. What happens when you find his lewd magazine collection that resembles you a little too much?

ꨄ Content Warnings: SMUT! 18+ only- MDNI. Unprotected p in v, age gap (not specific but it’s there ya know) daddy!kink, pet names (bunny, baby doll, good girl, etc.) masturbating, Joel cums on your face, cum eating, dirty fucking talk, Joel talks you through it, slight choking if you squint, kinda perv Joel, descriptions of lewd mags.

ꨄ Word Count: 3.9K | I love u

When Sarah visited from college, you were constantly at the Miller’s house for her time being there. She went off to school and you stayed behind in lil Texas but that never changed your friendship as she was constantly calling you and sending you texts about her roommates and soccer team. From time to time she’d ask you how her dad was, he would sometimes forget to answer his phone before he passed out on the couch from working himself to death. You would bring him food whenever you cooked too much and he’d always have this rule about not giving you an empty container back, so after the food was gone, Joel would make it his mission to cook or bake the next day and put some in your container before returning it.

With a container full of brownies and the driveway looking complete again with both of their cars parked, you walked inside and kicked off your shoes, rounding the corner to the living room to find Sarah.

“Saraaah? Where ya at?” You called out in a singsong tone and peeked everywhere for her in the kitchen, even Joel's den. That’s when you noticed him sitting at his desk, his broad shoulders tugging his shirt tightly over his back. Joel turns around and takes off his glasses, looking at you with a smile on his face.

“Hey darlin’! Whatcha got in there?” His finger points to the brownies and the heat in your cheeks rises, knowing your brownies were his favorite.

“Uhhhh brownies for you and Sarah. For the record, I somehow didn’t make enough to share with her friends so I wouldn’t suggest leaving them out in the kitchen if you want to enjoy them.” You grin and walk towards him as he adjusts in his seat and leans back, hands folded behind his head while he watches you open the lid. You reach in and grab a treat for him, handing it off gently, careful not to make a mess. Joel took a bite, closing his eyes in bliss.

“I love when you put the Reese's cup right in the middle and it’s warm. God damn these are amazin’ sweetheart. Thank you.” His beautiful brown eyes meet yours once more and he smiles, shoving the last bite in his mouth.

“Sarah’s out back with ‘er friends if you wanna run off, sure you don’t wanna be here all night with a geezer like me. Think I’ll be in here until I fall asleep.” He chuckles and puts his glasses back on before spinning his chair around and shuffling his papers around.

You couldn’t help but linger for just a second, taking notice of the way his hair curled more towards the nape of his neck, the way he grunts a little when he’s writing down work stuff, the pictures of Sarah scattered across his desk in picture frames.

Being aware not to overstay your welcome in his presence, you cleared your throat and smiled even though he wasn’t looking and for a small second your hand brushed against his elbow as you turned to leave.

When you exited the den, you could feel your heart beating in your ears and your breath still short in your lungs. You were ashamed at how attracted to your best friend's dad you were but there was nothing for you to stop the feeling. You tried dating other men, you tried not coming over as much, but nothing worked. You constantly thought about Joel when it was late at night and your hand was in your panties, trying to give yourself some relief.

As you walked outside to the fire pit where Sarah and her friends were, you tried to blow off your thoughts about her dad and try to be in the moment with her, attempting to be present.

Sarah gets up and engulfs you in a hug, shaking you from side to side.

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A few hours passed by filled with jokes and old stories being shared, some of which were Sarahs from the last few months at school. The bright moon was high in the starry sky, your mind still wandering to Joel every now and then just dying to know what he was thinking about. He was still in his den, you assumed scribbling notes about work. You really wanted to be in there with him on his lap, playing with his hair while he’s trying to focus on his task at hand but he can’t because your skirt is just a tad too short for his liking.

“Sarah I uh, I think I’m gonna go lay down upstairs for awhile, the smoke is giving me a headache.” You try sounding as convincing as possible and she nods, telling you that her bed is open to you if you want it. Slowly you go inside and steal a glance at Joel to make sure he’s still in his chair. The idea came to you a little while ago when you saw him through the window of his room tugging on his hoodie. How it’d feel to lay in his bed and pretend he was next to you, to smell like him and think about his hands and mouth all over you.

It took you no time to slip into his room quietly, taking light footsteps as the den was directly underneath his bedroom. His room smelled good, like laundry detergent and a little bit of cologne, the glass bottles of scents sitting on his dresser by the oscillating fan. This was definitely his favorite spot to be in, his books scattered everywhere with bookmarks in them, a pair of reading glasses from H-E-B in almost every corner. There was a small night light plugged in that glowed blue, just enough for you to see where you were going to dive straight in his bed. The soft cotton sheets felt like the ones from hotels, they stay cold no matter what and they make it that much harder to get out of.

As you sit down on his side of the bed, you observe everything on the nightstand. His wallet, loose change, some gum and old receipts from gas stations he’s been meaning to toss. Fixated on the drawer handle, you give it a tug and find who he really is inside as the contents come flying to the front. All of his pocket knives tucked away neatly with some car magazines stacked on top of each other. You begin to dig through the pile, it suddenly going from cars to girls spread apart over the tops of them right on the cover. Jackpot.

Your fingers grab the stack and toss the boring ones back inside the drawer, your other hand flipping through the other ones. Many of the pages were dog-eared, noticing rather quickly the model on them looked almost identical to you. Surely it could’ve been just a coincidence he’s got them bookmarked and they just so happen to look like you…right?

You couldn’t focus on anything but this, opening another one and flipping to every page that was dog-eared. Every. Single. Page. Looked like you.

Your excitement was flooding your panties making it hard for you to not want to touch yourself in his bed. You laid back and took the magazine with you, placing it right next to your arm as your hand inched down your skirt into your white undergarment. Your freehand covers your mouth as a whimper tries to slip out. God did you need him. You needed Joel so badly, your pussy was clenching around nothing but the pure thought of his hand touching you instead of your own.

Never in a million years did you think Joel looked at you in that way. He never once gave you the impression he wanted you, maybe he did and you just never noticed.

Your eyes closed as your fingertips circled tightly around your clit, knees bent while you squirm with pleasure wrapped up in his sheets. Joel’s fingers would feel so much better inside you while he kisses your neck, just sending you over the top and making you cum so hard you see stars.

Just as your hips started to lean into your own touch and you were finding that smooth rhythm, the door handle jiggles slightly and your whole body freezes up, fingers immediately leaving your slit. There was no time to put away what you took out, let alone get out of his bed. Before you could react more, there he was standing in the doorway, the hallway light making out his silhouette of his body.

“W-what…the hell are you doin’ in here?!” He shouts and shuts the door quickly, drawing the curtains before he turns on a lamp.

“Mr.Miller I’m so sorry I- I laid down to take a nap and I found these, I just wanted to see them I’m-” The words stuttered out of you as you sit up, smoothing your skirt down on your thighs, hoping and praying he doesn’t see your panties still pulled to the side underneath.

“You shouldn’t be lookin’ at that stuff, especially in my bed. That’s not for innocent girls like you, sweetheart.” Joel starts to gather them together, his knees on the floor on the opposite side of the bed, flailing the lude magazines around in the air when he looks up at you and sighing deeply.

“Jus..get out of my bed please. I can’t, this is so wrong. You’re my daughter's best friend, I couldn’t do that to ya-” Joel leans into his hands with his elbows leaning on the mattress, not wanting to say more than he has to. Of course he wanted you, but it was so wrong. He knew it was wrong to lay in bed at night and stare at your instagram and jack off to your face, moaning your name as he shot his load into a tissue before clearing his search history and tossing the napkin into the trash. He knew it was wrong to even buy all those magazines the moment he thought about putting them back in case someone ever found out why those specific pages were saved.

“Mr.Miller..” You whisper and get on your hands and knees to make your way in front of his face, your skirt falling above your hips. “I’m not a little girl anymore ya know. No one will have to know, I know how to keep secrets. Do you know how to keep secrets?” You grab his hand and gently pull it away from his face for him to look at you, his eyes squinting at the smirk playing against your lips.

“Not a little girl, huh? Well, I know that considering you were touching yourself in my bed, baby doll.”

“I-I don’t know wh-” The heat in your cheeks made it harder for you to articulate your words and Joel chuckled dryly, getting up and soon enough he was towering over you as you laid there on your stomach. A firm spank on your ass makes you yelp in pain and he groans at the sight of you, your tits bouncing everywhere. Joel grabs your face gently and runs his thumb over your bottom lip and makes his way inside, your tongue circling around his skin slowly.

“Goddamnit you make it so hard not to want you, baby. You wanna be a big girl and fuck a man like me huh? You ready for all that y’think?” Even though he was asking, it didn’t feel like he was asking. Joel didn’t give a shit about your answer as he knew the truth, he just wanted to see how eager you were to respond. A soft whimper came before your words, “Yes please, Mr.Miller. I need you so bad, I think about you all the time and it’s clear the feeling is mutual, considering all the bookmarked pages.” You rolled over on your back, nibbling on his thumb still as he towered over you, eyes scanning you over very closely.

“Sit up for me baby, let me sit down.”

You get up and wait eagerly for him to sit against the pillows, his hoodie coming off before he gets comfortable. “C’mere, sit in daddy’s lap.” His hand runs along his inner thigh as he watches your every move, your eyes couldn’t help but look at his growing bulge in his jeans. As you lean your back against his bare chest, his warmth radiating against you while his hands make their way up your shirt to your hardened nipples and pinches them gently. Soft kisses on your neck right below your ear start to make you squirm with your legs clamping shut, your skirt tugging in every direction to keep yourself from pleasing yourself.

“Ahhh, let’s see this one, let’s see.” He says as he grabs a magazine off the bed and flips to the first bookmarked page, a girl dressed in country attire with her breasts exposed from the flannel and her ass cheeks hanging out of what looked like jean panties but they were just super short shorts.

“You wanna know what I was thinkin’ about when I seen this one baby doll?” His mouth brushing against your earlobe as he kissed and nipped at the skin before continuing.

“I was thinkin’ about you dressin’ up like that for halloween and begging me to take off those tight little jean shorts and take you right there against my truck before takin’ your cute ass back to your house. Bet you’d love to flash me when no one’s lookin’ huh?” Joel chuckles and continues to flip pages, meanwhile your pussy was getting wetter and wetter by the second with every photo your eyes looked over.

Next one he stopped on, he made sure to open the pages wide so you could see the entire photo. She was wearing a sports jersey with little braided pigtails and spread legs over the coffee table, cupping her pussy, panties pulled to the side.

“Mmmmm, this one is my favorite,” He starts and pulls you into him tighter, “see this one, I always think about how cute you look when you’re in your jersey for football sunday, oh how I would love to spread you over my coffee table and eat your pussy right there in front of all my friends.”

You couldn’t handle it anymore, the pulsing in your pussy was eating away at you, clenching once again around nothing. Crossing your legs seemed to help, but not worth a shit.

You moan and lean your head against his collar bone, Joel’s lips automatically attacking yours. His tongue licked into your mouth, looking for yours to play with.

“Touch yourself baby, show me how you think about me when you play with that little pussy, go on baby, make me proud.”

Your hand wasted no time before meeting your clit once more only now was it coated in more slick than originally. “T-tell me more, Mr.Miller. Show me another one.” You beg and he happily flips to a new page, a POV shot of the photographer inside a car with a girl pressing her soapy wet tits against the window.

“You can wash my car like that baby, I won’t say no. Jus’ make sure you’re ready for my cock in your mouth after you do that.” moans and whimpers one after another leave your mouth as he flips through countless magazines while he bites and sucks on your neck. Joel’s tongue licks the spot he just bit, telling you you’re such a good girl for him the way you play with yourself, teasing a couple of fingers at your entrance while he shows you how much of a perv he really is.

“You want daddy to fuck you now, show you what you’ve been imagining for years? I can make you feel so good baby but you have to be quiet okay?” Joel’s hands go separate ways, one on your mouth and one replacing your hand in your panties, his thick fingers curling into your entrance coated in your sweet slick.

“Yesss daddy yes, touch me right there yes- ahh-! Shove your fingers deep inside me please, oh my god.” You growl with gritted teeth and lean into his touch, your hips raising with every thrust inside you he makes.

You could feel the white hot fire starting in your stomach, your orgasm just in reach. Joel must’ve known too because just when you grabbed his wrist and basically rubbed against it, he pushed you on your back and got on top of you, your legs folded against his chest after he ripped off your panties. Your skirt’s pushed up around your waist and Joel groans at the glimpse of your glossy cunt.

He yanked down his pants and kicked them off along with his boxers, kneeling in front of you once more, hard cock in hand. “This is so fuckin’ wrong, bunny. So wrong..” he mumbled as the tip of his cock nudged roughly against your clit.

“Daddy-oh fuck- put it inside me, please, wanna feel you ruin me, break me Mr.Miller.”

Joel groans and breathes in sharply as he tries to cram his thick cock inside your tight entrance. “God you’re so tight, princess. Don’t squirm too much, okay?” A devilish grin meets your eyes and he pushes himself deeper inside you, grabbing onto your leg and putting it on his shoulder.

“Should I get you a new anklet baby doll, one that has my name on it, so you never forget who you belong to?” He mutters against your skin before biting the inside of your ankle right under the jewelry.

You arch your back off the bed as he begins to thrust into you with every inch of him splitting you open.

“I’ll wear it proudly for you baby, no one will know how much of a slut I am for my best friend’s dad.” You cry out and Joel leans down, placing his lips to yours sloppy and getting spit all over your mouth. He drinks in your moans, fucking into you faster and harder with his balls slapping against your arousal covered pussy so good it makes a small clicking sound.

He was drilling into you, keeping your leg bent against your chest while he twisted and pinched your nipple with his free hand.

“Like that don’t ya princess? You’ve got such beautiful tits it’s hard not to wanna pull one out and suck on ‘em every time ya come over.” He grumbled, popping a nipple into his mouth, licking and biting at the hard little bud to make you cry out and tug on his soft curls.

Your body was practically throwing itself onto him, hungry for him to rot your brain and think of nothing but his dick for the next several days while you try to mimic how good you feel right now, chasing that blissful feeling like your entire body is on vibrate.

Joel cups your face with one hand, fingertips digging into your cheek to make you look at him while he pants heavily and you dip your chin down, lips parted for his thumb to find its way back to rest on your tongue.

“Fuck, Joel d-don’t stop- oh fuck!” His palm roughly covers your mouth and squeezes while you cry out louder, trying to close your legs to keep the orgasm at bay. “Shhhh easy sweet girl, easy. I know it feels good but you can’t get us caught, ‘kay?” He slows his rhythm down but it’s still just as rough, making your brows furrow and your eyes pleading for him to keep going.

You didn’t give a single fuck if you got caught. The neighbors could hear you scream his name for all you cared and you’d be proud of that. Proud to let everyone know you got fucked by your best friends dad and he was good.

“Gonna keep that pretty mouth shut for daddy or am I gonna have to fill it so you can’t scream?” He purred against your ear, only making your voice muffle louder against his palm.

The white hot pressure was coming for you again in the pit of your stomach, eyes rolling so far back in your skull you’re seeing stars.

“Cum for me baby, cmon. Show me how you used to cum all alone in your room thinkin’ about a old man like me filling you so full of my cock you’d rub yourself raw because it felt so good.” Joel reached down between your two lower abdomens that were pressed together and started to rub your clit with his thumb, his fingers resting just above your bundle of nerves. His body was on top of yours, weighing you to the mattress so you couldn’t run from what was about to happen as his hips kept your legs from meeting together.

“Daddy, oh fuck- yes please don’t st-top, keep it j-ust like that- yes yes yes yes-”

The shrieking moans you were letting out had Joel grinning proudly at what he was doing to you, how fucked out he had you.

The circling on your clit sent you over the edge and soon enough your pussy was squeezing around him, barely croaking out his name and your body jolted with every wave of pleasure washing over you.

Joel laughed menacingly and pulled his cock out of you, the cold air brushing against your slick covered cunt.

He straddled your chest and started to jerk off right above your face, the tip leaking cum, dripping down your chin. Joels grunts get deeper and deeper the faster he moves his fist over the swollen tip of his cock, his stomach caving with every breath.

Hot ropes of cum splatter on your face and neck, some going in your mouth as Joel’s head tips back while he paints your face. The curls that are stuck to his forehead with sweat make you giggle, his whole entire chest glistening faintly with sweat.

“Fuuuuuuckk baby- Jesus Christtt” he growls as he finishes himself off, milking his cock empty of cum. His thumb sloppily wipes up the liquid from your cheeks and puts it on your tongue, making you swallow every last drop. “That’s my fuckin good girl, yesss” he mutters against your puffy swollen lips, licking at your tongue.

You already wanted him to make you cum again but there was no time, you heard everyone cleaning up outside as chairs were being scooted across the patio and cans were tossed in the trash. Joel got off your chest and tugged on his pajama pants from the dresser, grinning at you.

“Be good and come find me after everyone falls asleep, I’m not done with your cute ass just yet.” His hand slips around your waist and pulls you in for a chest kiss while you pull down your skirt. The back door opened downstairs and there was no chance in hell you’d find your panties, leaving you comando as you ran across the hall and into your sleeping back with the covers over everything except your head. Your smile was from ear to ear, and fuck were you absolutely going to find him later.

A few days later he brought over his famous pancakes for breakfast in the same container your brownies were in.

[minimomoe]

Love Bites

You gave Toji Fushiguro a sweet tooth he doesn't want to get rid of.

Baker Fem Reader x Toji Fushiguro (mafia/yakuza au)

word ct: 15.1k, 11 Chapters

Chapters: I. II. III. IV. V. VI. VII. VIII. IX. X. XI.

Preview: Down the street Toji finally gets in his car and closes himself off from the nipping cold. He glances at the boxes of treats in the passenger seat and wonders what he would do with them. He doubts that Megumi would like them when they meet later today, so he would have to drop them off to the white haired freak he works with. He sighs and looks down at the scalding cup in his hand. He takes a sip and grimaces from the taste. 

“This is liquid fucking sugar,” he grumbles, but he doesn’t stop drinking it slowly through his drive. Toji figures he can continue to go to the bakery until he finally gets something that he likes. 

A/N: Fluff, grumpy x sunshine, found family, a little angsty but nothing too bad, marriage proposal, established relationship, (last chapter only: kitchen sex, creampie, oral- fem receiving)

Keeping my promise and slowly trying to bring my longer fics from ao3 over here. This was a short story that I wrote over the holidays. It's v fluffy and sweet, please enjoy!

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Chapter One: Apple Cinnamon Spice

“Thanks for stopping by. Tell your mom I said hey, okay?” You watch the young man leave with a box of cookies and wipe your hand clean. You turn away to tend to the oven beeping in the kitchen, placing the hot racks of muffins on the top of the cooling tray to drag out in the front, then grabbing the bottom trays to put in the out on display. Your glasses constantly slip down your nose and you make a mental note to get them tightened 

You move diligently in and out of the kitchen, the door constantly swinging from your movements, and you don't even notice the brooding man who has been watching you on the other side of the counter for at least a minute now. It isn’t until he moves and blocks the sunlight that is pouring in that you notice his presence and jump. 

“Oh my goodness I didn't even hear you come in! Welcome to our bakery! I don’t think I’ve seen you before,” you start, putting on your friendliest smile you can muster up. You push your glasses up again and get a better look at the man. He doesn’t speak, but you notice his sharp features and  the side of his lip that has a scar running through it twitches ever so slightly. 

“I could start you off with our classic double fudge brownies?”

He stares passively at you, making you falter. “Okay, how about our seasonal treats? We have caramel pumpkin cookies! Or how about our maple pecan mini pies?” 

“‘We… Our’,” he says, finally speaking up as you nervously grip the counter. “It’s just you.”

“Is that a question?”

“An observation.”

“Oh.” You take a closer look at the man and see that his hands have scars on them as well. He was dressed in a suit, no tie and had his jacket on, but that didn’t help your imagination to stay rational. Is he a gangster? you think. My god, Ezra, what did you do?

“How about a drink? We have normal coffees, but right now our apple cinnamon spice is the talk of the town!” 

“I’ll take one of each,” he grunts. 

“What?”

“Make it two of each,” his finger points at the display rack and the display at his knees. “Give me everything.” 

“Oh. O-okay. Do you want a drink with that?”

“The one that you mentioned.”

“The apple cinnamon spice latte?” You ask incredulously. 

He grunts again and that’s all the confirmation you were going to get. “Can I have a name for this order?”

“…Toji.”

“Thank you Mr. Toji,” you beam at him and his lip twitches again. “I’ll get your order out soon enough.” 

You quickly gather all his food, making sure to pick the best cookies and sweets you can find but still feel like it wasn’t good enough. You had filled up three boxes with treats before you finally completed his order, and then rushed over to make his drink. 

“Make it real hot for me,” he grumbles behind you. You look over her shoulder and nod, but it doesn’t get another response out of him. You ring up his order, absently pushing up your glasses, waiting patiently for him to pay. He hands you a roll of cash and your eyes widen in surprise. 

“That’s way too much, sir. You only owe me 61.75.”

“Share it between you and whoever is supposed to be here with you.”

“It’s just me,” you grimace. “I can’t accept this. However, I can take $61.75.”

Toji stares you down and you can feel your resolve crumbling beneath his gaze. Despite having green eyes, Toji’s were dark and unwavering. You weren’t sure how long you were stuck in his staring contest but he finally relents and hands you a single one hundred dollar bill from the roll. 

“Can you break this then?”

“Yes! Yes, I can do that,” you grin and hand Toji back his change, your fingers slightly brushing over his own. 

“So cold,” he murmurs and his eyes flicks to yours. Toji takes in the roundness of your face, your big brown eyes that seemed even bigger through the lenses, your full dusty pink lips. Your hair was held in a low bun under a hair net, but he would see a few curls springing through the holes, vying for escape. 

“Hmm?”

“My order?” He juts his chin out to the boxes and you scramble to get them for him. 

“Right. Sorry! Please, come back soon!” You wave him goodbye as he leaves, watching his broad frame disappear into the street. When you can no longer see him you release a deep breath, deflating behind the counter, all the stress from the interaction leaking out of you. 

“I really hope he doesn’t come back again,” you whisper to yourself, but you only have a moment before somebody else walks into the store and your smile stitches itself back on your face. 

Down the street Toji finally gets in his car and closes himself off from the nipping cold. He glances at the boxes of treats in the passenger seat and wonders what he would do with them. He doubts that Megumi would like them when they meet later today, so he would have to drop them off to the white haired freak he works with. He sighs and looks down at the scalding cup in his hand. He takes a sip and grimaces from the taste. 

“This is liquid fucking sugar,” he grumbles, but he doesn’t stop drinking it slowly through his drive. Toji figures he can continue to go to the bakery until he finally gets something that he likes.

Chapters: I. II. III. IV. V. VI. VII. VIII. IX. X. XI.

[a-killer-obsession]

Bad Trip [Heat x Reader]

Heat looks after you through a bad drug trip.

CW: afab reader, she/her reader pronouns, smut, recreational drug use, kid is there but no actual pov of the sex with him, hurt/comfort, mutual pining, just two idiots in love, sex under influence of drugs, dubious consent, bad drug trip/overdose, puking, p in v sex, cockwarming

WC: 4.5k

Masterlist || A03

Blunt rotations on the Victoria Punk were a common occurrence, especially with the resident weed expert, Heat, on board growing the best strains he could breed. You, however, didn't usually partake. It wasn't that you weren't all for getting high, it was just that you couldn't. Usually weed was consumed on board in the form of joints, or sometimes a bong, but you had an awful tolerance for smoke and constantly gagged on it. Sometimes you managed a second hand high from the other's hot boxing a room, but usually the smoke was too much and you'd have to ditch. It sucked, you wanted to get high with your friends, they always seemed like they had so much fun, but you'd never managed to get properly stoned with the crew. You always ended up alone in your bunk, listening to everyone else laughing and having fun while you sulked in your soberness.

Heat had noticed your struggles, and he felt terrible about it. He watched you more often than he would like to admit, with his secret crush on you that he didn't have the guts to admit to, and seeing the sad pout on your face right before you'd force a smile and bid everyone goodnight always broke his heart to see. He didn't mean to leave you out, he just didn't have a good way to help you feel included. So he searched for one, finally finding a book while they were docked on a particularly drug-positive island about incorporating weed into baking. He wasn't very good in the kitchen, but with Killer's help he'd managed to make a half decent batch of brownies that he hoped would be suitable for you. Killer knew about Heat's crush, and he was happy to help the lovesick fool if it meant Heat would get a bonus point from you.

Heat was in high hopes as he waited for you to arrive. It was a quieter planned session, mostly just the commanders and you; he didn't want the whole crew getting into the brownies and wasting them before you could get a chance to try them. The boys were already playing cards as you entered, and notably there was no smoke in the air, though the men seemed to be in good moods anyway. You were more than familiar with how Kid looked when he was high, he always had the goofiest smile, and he was flashing that toothy grin at you now as you entered. Heat pat the seat next to him and you sat with a raised brow, confused mostly about Kid's apparently stoned state without a joint in his hand.

“No blunts tonight?” You asked Heat. The plate of brownies he'd lovingly made for you sat on the coffee table, and he slid them closer to you. He'd made enough for everyone in the room, wanting to entirely avoid smoke to make you as comfortable as possible. Kid was hard to convince at first, but after a few brownies he was more than happy to do without the smoke.

“I made brownies,” he smiled, making your heart flutter a little with his cute little grin, “I know you can't do smoke, so I thought you might enjoy these instead.”

“Oh,” you picked up a brownie, giving it a tentative sniff, “and they have weed in them?”

“Yeah, I don't know what your tolerance is like but one will probably be enough,” he said, swatting Kid's hand as the captain reached for another brownie, “you don't have to if you don't want to, it just seemed like you'd been feeling left out when the rest of us were getting stoned.”

Heat made a surprised squeak as you leaned over and kissed his cheek in thanks, before gleefully taking a bite. The brownie was dense, with a slight bitterness to it, but the sweetness of the chocolate mostly masked the taste of the marijuana. Heat's dick twitched a little as you made a soft moan at the brownie, swallowing your bite before taking another and giving Heat an appreciative smile. Killer gave Heat a subtle thumbs up from across the table and the small gathering continued on, the boys finishing their round of cards before dealing you into the next one.

By the third round you were beginning to feel the effects. Your head felt light, your body felt sensitive and yet at the same time slightly numb. You were acutely aware of Heat's thigh pressed against yours, and even through his pants you could feel how hot his skin was. You wanted to feel more of his hot skin, images swimming in your mind of what it would feel like under your hands, against your tongue, between your legs…

The boys stopped dealing you into the rounds when you got too giggly to pay attention, your head lolling loose on your shoulders. Entirely relaxed you found yourself draped against Heat, using him to keep yourself upright. Most surprisingly though was the throb of need you were beginning to feel between your legs. The higher you got, the more you wanted to climb into Heat's lap and sink your teeth into his shoulder. Your body felt like it was moving on its own, your hand running up Heat's thigh and making him shiver as it slid towards the innerside. Heat's eyes went wide as he felt your breath against his neck, your tits pushed against his arm as he struggled to pay attention to the card game. Your leg slid over his, and before he could register what was happening you were in his lap, grinding needily against him and kissing his neck.

“Pay attention to meeee,” you whined when Heat didn't immediately touch you back, pulling on the strings of his corset top. You could feel his growing erection, which only made you wetter, but he wasn't reciprocating. You didn't understand, you thought for sure that Heat liked you, you certainly liked him.

The card game had all but stopped as the others watched you grind against Heat, Kid snorting at the open fear on Heat's face. “Fuck, if I'd known she'd get horny when she's high I would have suggested edibles ages ago,” Kid barked, “look at her go, feral little bunny.”

“Mmm, Heat, want you,” you purred in his ear. You couldn't care less about the other three men in the room as you ran your hand down his front with the intention of getting your hand on his dick. You whined as he grabbed your wrist just as your fingers were weaving under the waistband. “I didn't take you for shy, Heat. Come on baby, let me have it.”

“No, [y/n],” he replied sternly, not letting go of your wrist as you tried to wiggle from his hold. You pouted at him, before a flash of rejection washed over your face.

“Do you… not want me?” You said sadly. You went all but limp for a moment before dragging yourself upright, angry and hurt at his unexpected rejection.

“No, [y/n], it's not like that,” Heat tried to touch your waist to pull you back to him, but the damage was already done. You smacked his hand away, entirely seperating yourself from him.

“I get it, whatever,” you huffed, “I'll find someone who actually wants me.”

Now it was Heat's turn to feel hurt as he watched you strutt over to Kid and slide into his lap, Kid more than willing to have you there as you kissed him hard, pushing your hands between his vest and skin to properly feel his large pecs. Kid was quick to get hard as you ground against him, weed always tended to make him horny, and the way you moaned into his mouth as you desperately ground against him was making him insane. “Will you fuck me, captain?” You purred in his ear, nipping the lobe before running your tongue up the scarred side of his face. “I want your fat cock inside me, wanna squirt on it,” you whined, making him groan as you sunk your teeth into his neck before soothing the bite with your tongue and repeating the motion.

Heat was ready to cry as Kid picked you up easily and carried you out of the room. He was more than happy to fuck in front of the others, but he was feeling selfish, he wanted you all to himself. You continued to chew on his neck and shoulder, leaving marks that were quickly turning purple against his pale skin, as he carried you away. Heat sat shell-shocked on the couch, his cards falling from his hand uselessly as he struggled to process what just happened.

“Heat?! What the fuck?!” Killer growled, snapping him back to reality, “she was all over you and you told her no? What happened to wanting her? What the fuck did we make those brownies for?”

Heat slumped down in defeat, running his palms down his face and sighing at his continued failure to ever woo a woman. “I just… wanted to know she actually wanted me too,” he replied forlornly. “I was worried she only wanted me cos she's high.”

“Oh Heat,” Wire sighed, “you fucking idiot, of course she likes you. You should have just told her that's how you felt.”

The sound of your moans echoing through the floor from upstairs caught the attention of the three men, and Heat felt his heart fall apart. “It's too late now,” he let his head fall into his hands, trying to hide the way his eyes watered, “I already fucked it up, it's too late. I can't listen to this.”

Wire and Killer watched with concern as the fire breather wiped his eyes with the palm of his hand and fled the room, slamming the door behind him. Heat ran to his room, blasting music to drown out the creaking bed above him and hiding himself under his blankets, quietly crying to himself at his failures.

Upstairs things were fine until they weren't. Kid had rocked your world, as was to be expected, but as you both came down from your highs he decided he wasn't done yet. He ran downstairs and grabbed the now abandoned tray of brownies, and together you ate far, far too many. Kid had a high tolerance, he could handle several, but you couldn't. Unfortunately, you ate just as many as he did, and while he was happy to fall asleep, you found yourself laying on your back in a panic, feeling like you couldn't breathe. You didn't know what to do, and no matter what you did you couldn't wake Kid, he was far too out of it. You felt alone and scared, and undoubtedly full of regret for so many reasons.

On the verge of tears, and on the very edge of a full blown panic attack, you slipped out of the bed. The room spun around you, and you couldn't even get your clothes back on with how dizzy you were. All you could focus on was pressing your body weight against the wall to slide along it, gagging as you struggled to not vomit. You couldn't hope to make it back to your own room, but you hoped you could at least make it to Killer or Wire downstairs, desperately needing to not be alone. You felt like if nobody was keeping an eye on you that you would just stop breathing and nobody would ever know.

You made a pathetic sob as you reached the top of the stairs, barely able to stay upright as it was, trying to figure out how the fuck you were going to make it down. You slid down on to your ass, trying to guide yourself down each stair one by one, finding yourself unable to continue as you got half way and the tears finally started flowing. You didn't register the opening of a door downstairs as you cried, or the tall body at the foot of the stairs, not realising they were there at all until you heard them speak.

“[Y/n]? What's wrong?” Heat asked softly. He'd switched off his music long ago but had been unable to sleep thanks to the depressive spiral he found himself in. He'd heard the thumps you made as you eased yourself down the stairs, and was concerned about what was causing such a sound this late at night, only to find, to his dismay, your naked self crying on the staircase.

“I- mm-” you couldn't vocalise what you needed, which only made you more upset, making grabby hands at Heat in the desperate hope that he would understand that you needed help. Heat was the last person you wanted to see right now after his earlier rejection, but at the same time, in your vulnerable state, he was the only person you wanted to see.

Heat had seen more than his fair share of bad reactions and overdoses, and he recognised the signs on you. The way you couldn't form words, couldn't move your body the way you wanted, your eyes barely even open at all. He was at your side immediately, scooping you into his arms carefully knowing that each small movement would make your head spin more. He held your head against his chest to stabilise it as he made his way down the stairs, taking you to his room and sitting you carefully on his bed. He pushed pillows and blankets against your sides to prop you up and covered you in his blanket before disappearing for a moment, returning with a bucket and a glass of water.

“It's okay, I've got you, you're safe,” he cooed, pressing himself against your side and resting his head against yours, holding the bucket in your lap since you were too out of it to do so yourself. “Just focus on breathing, I've got you.”

You did your best to do as he said, letting his warm body soothe and ground you as you focused on the way his chest rose and fell, trying to follow along. A wave of nausea washed over you and suddenly you were vomiting, deep brown undigested brownie filling the bucket as Heat carefully held back your hair. “Good girl, get it all out,” he soothed, rubbing your back as the wave passed and you gasped for air. You'd thrown up a considerable amount, so Heat felt confident that there was nothing left to come up and he could move along to the next step in helping you. He removed the bucket and placed it carefully on his floor to deal with later, grabbing instead the glass of water and guiding you to take a few sips to rinse your mouth.

Your mouth was so very dry, you hadn't realised how bad it was until you were drinking, and you made thankful whines as he held the glass for you. He returned the glass to his side table and helped you lay down, and you pressed your face against his thigh, holding his leg like a stuffed animal, finding his warmth to be the most calming thing in your situation. Heat ran his hands through your hair slowly, careful to not jostle you, as he began to sing a quiet lullaby in his deep, scratchy voice. As one song ended, another began, his quiet singing on a continuous loop helping you find a tempo for your breathing to follow as well as giving you a keyframe for how fast time was passing. You'd felt like you were trapped in an eternal length of suffering, but with the start of each song you realised that time was actually passing much slower than you thought, and this wouldn't last forever like it felt like.

It only took a few hours for the fog in your head to pass and your mind to take control again of your body, Heat not once leaving your side the whole time, only singing softly and stroking your hair gently. First your breathing settled, no longer scared you would simply stop breathing

Then you began to feel less and less like the room was spinning, still light headed but no longer feeling like you would puke or pass out at any small movement. You crawled a little further up, moving your head from the pillow where it'd been pressed against Heat, to entirely resting it in his lap, your arms circling around his waist to hold him close. “Sorry,” you finally managed to verbalise, bringing Heat's quiet singing to a halt.

“There's nothing to apologise for,” he said softly, still petting your hair, “you starting to feel more with it now?”

“Mmm,” you mumbled, “I didn't like that.”

“I thought I made the brownies a okay dose for you, but maybe I got it wrong,” he sighed, “I think this must be my fault.”

“It's not,” you said quickly, “Kid and I ate more. I don't know how many, I think I was too high to keep count.”

“Oh sweetheart, no wonder you weren't doing well,” Heat cooed, “I promise I won't let this happen again, I should have known better than to leave the leftovers unsupervised. It'll pass completely soon, you just gotta wait it out. You're doing so well.”

“Thank you for looking after me,” you squished your face into his abdomen, feeling a little like you were about to burst into tears. “I know you don't like me, but I appreciate you holding me anyway.”

Heat sighed and his hand on your hair stopped moving. “I… do like you,” he said forlornly. You sat up at his admission, confused and surprised, groaning a little as the room spun a bit at the sudden movement. “Ah, don't move so fast,” he told you, holding your face to keep you steady. You couldn't help but whine feeling his warm hands cupping your face, holding you so safe and secure. You were suddenly very aware of the fact that you were also naked, and in his bed, and your mouth was suddenly exceptionally dry. You took his hand and carefully removed it from your face, unable to bring yourself to let go of it as it rested against his thigh.

“If you like me then… why didn't you want me?” You whimpered.

“I… I wanted to know you wanted me too,” he admitted, “I was worried it was just the weed talking.”

“Oh,” you said softly, before letting yourself fall against his chest. He cradled you to it as your arms wrapped back around him, his hand rubbing soothingly up and down your back as you pressed your face against his pyjama shirt like you were trying to will the fabric to disappear so you could merge yourself with him. “It's not just the weed, but I understand your reservations,” you mumbled against his chest. “I'm sorry for overreacting. And for fucking Kid. I'm sorry, I'm really fucking sorry Heat, I think I really fucked up.” His shirt was getting wet as the guilt of how much you must have hurt him started to make your tears pour over.

“Hey now, no tears,” he sniffed, “you'll make me cry too.”

“Softie,” you giggled, sitting back up and looking at him properly with watery eyes. He had a small smile on his face, his own eyes looking glassy as well. The haze from the weed felt like it was for the most part clearing, so you felt like you were in your right mind enough to make better choices. Before he could protest you leaned forward and pressed your mouth against his in a tender kiss, and he made a small whine before reciprocating, his hand burying in your hair as you moved closer to him. You climbed into his lap, a familiar feeling to earlier in the evening, before you'd fucked everything up, but now in the place of wanton need was only soft adoration and a desire to just feel his warm body against yours. You couldn't help the spark of arousal you felt kissing him though, still a little under the influence of the brownies and feeling that spark grow with every small movement from his lips. You pulled away with a groan, hiding your face in his shoulder, ashamed to be right back where you started.

“You okay?” Heat asked anxiously, worried he'd done something wrong.

“Sorry,” you mumbled against his shoulder, balling the fabric of his shirt in your hands as you struggled to hold yourself back from grinding against him, “horny,” you whined.

“Weed does that to some people,” Heat explained, “it's nothing to be ashamed of.”

“But I fucked everthing up earlier when I was like this,” you sighed, “I don't wanna fuck it all up again. I really like you, Heat. I don't wanna force you to do something you don't want to do. I should have just accepted your ‘no’ earlier, that was unfair of me.”

“I only said no because I wasn't sure you really wanted me, or if it was just the weed making you like that,” Heat reiterated, “if you… if you want it then… you can have it. I won't deny you this time.”

All you could do was whine in response, feeling unbearably needy, the throbbing between your legs quickly becoming the only thing you could focus on. You may not have been as high as you were earlier, but with the arousal making things hazier you may as well have been still off your rocker. Heat could sense your struggle as you pulled at his shirt and grinded your core against him, struggling to find friction as your breath tickled his neck. Gingerly he moved you so you straddled just one of his thighs, holding your hips to help you press down. You whined as you were finally able to rub yourself against him properly, rolling your pelvis fast and leaving a wet patch on his sweatpants as you used his thigh to soothe your ache.

“There you go, [y/n],” Heat cooed, “you look so pretty like this.”

“Heeeat~” you whined, desperately rocking against him, “fuck me, please, please fuck me.” Rubbing against his thigh felt good, but it wasn't enough. You needed more, you needed all of him.

“Fuck you have no idea how much I've wanted to hear those words, beautiful girl,” Heat groaned, “lay down for me sweetheart, I'll take such good care of you.”

You laid down beside him eagerly as he tore off his shirt, and you let out a soft gasp as you took in his well sculpted torso and pierced nipples. In your drug induced haze he was truly the most beautiful thing you had ever seen, and you ran a shaky hand down his front. “So pretty,” you mumbled, “pretty pretty boy, want you so much.”

Heat flushed a heavy pink at your doting, whimpering as you played with one of his piercings. Your hand moved further and threaded under the waistband of his pants, wrapping around his cock and making sloppy pumps. “So pretty, so big,” you cooed, “want you filling me, want your big cock inside me, want you filling me with cum.”

“Fuck, [y/n],” Heat groaned, “the things you fucking do to me.”

“You'll fill me, won't you?” You looked up at him with puppy dog eyes, the whites of your eyes reddened from the weed and glassy. “I want you to fill me so bad, I touch myself thinking about you, I finger myself thinking about how your cock would feel inside me.”

“Fuck,” Heat whined, tearing off his pants and pushing his fingers into you to make sure you were stretched enough for him. Your time with Kid had left you well prepped, and he took his cock in his hand and pressed the fat head against your entrance, “I've wanted this for so long.”

“So take it,” you moaned, wrapping your legs around his waist and locking your ankles together, pressing as hard as you could, forcing him inside you. He gripped the headboard behind you and cursed, biting his lip to keep himself from immediately cumming. “Fuck me, please, fuck me hard Heat.”

Heat grunted as he gripped one hip hard, the other still holding the headboard as he loomed over you, and started a hard and fast pace that had your head spinning. It felt incredible with how sensitive your body was, you swore you could feel every millimetre of his cock as it pumped in and out of you, making obscene wet squelches as your pussy got wetter with every slide of his cock. Heat's eyes had been closed in concentration, but when he opened them and looked at you, you could see the deep adoration in his eyes, and you reached up to cup his face with both hands. He let go of the headboard to lean down and kiss you, his tongue sliding into your mouth and pressing against yours as he swallowed your moans. One of your hands remained on his cheek, thumb running over the scars, as the other slid to his back, nails digging into the taut skin and leaving indents. He pulled away from the kiss to breathe, his forehead pressed hard against yours as you both panted and shared the same air. Never had you experienced a moment so intimate, sober or not, you felt like you truly didn't know where your body ended and his began, his sweat mingling with yours and making your bodies stick together as electricity coiled in your stomach.

“You feel so good Heat,” you moaned, “I'm so close, so close.”

“Hnng, me too,” Heat grunted, “you still want me to fill you?”

“Y-yes,” you moaned, “please, cum inside me Heat, wanna feel you fill me up.”

“Okay baby, I'll fill you,” he groaned, “gonna fill you so good, gonna cum with you, cum for me baby, cum on my cock.”

“Heaaaat,” you practically screamed as your body convulsed under him, your pussy wrapping tight around him as he whined against your shoulder before capturing your lips again, moaning into your mouth as he painted your walls white. “T-thank you,” you mumbled as he collapsed on top of you, his cock still buried in your cunt.

“For what?” He panted, rolling both of you to your sides and pulling your leg over his hip so he could stay inside you without worrying about crushing you with his large frame.

“For taking care of me,” you whispered, nuzzling your face against his chest, “mmm, so warm.”

“Sleep now, sweetheart,” Heat cooed, running a hand through your hair, “it'll all be out of your system when you wake up.”

“Will you stay with me?” You asked hesitantly, like his body wasn't still connected to yours.

“Of course baby,” he kissed your forehead softly, “sleep now, I'll be right here when you wake up.”

“Mmm,” you mumbled back, enjoying the pleasant warmth that radiated off his skin and soothed your anxiety, feeling sated and safe in his strong arms.

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[inkdrinkerworld]

you’re more than the rest

pairing: stepdad!aaron x fem!reader

wc: 2.5k

cw: smut, 18+ ONLY, MDNI, angst, feelings of being used for sex, reassurance, mentions of cheating [doesnt actually happen], oral [fem! receiving], aaron with a beard, p in v penetration, overstimulation, mentions of edibles

Being with your mum alone was nice for the couple of months that Aaron was away, but you missed him.

Sometimes you hated his job, when he had to be away for months- but most times you loved how much he cared for other people.

“Mum, do you think that it’ll be weird when Aaron comes back?”

You’re both having dinner, and there’s a tray of cookies cooling on the counter.

“I’m not sure, maybe it will be. He’s been gone for three months.”

You hope nothing between you and Aaron will change.

After dinner, while you munch on some of the cookies, your mind spirals to Aaron and him seeing other people while there and your chest starts to burn.

“He wouldn’t,” you try to convince yourself, but your mind has spiraled and it’s not stopping.

You try to distract yourself, but moments of silence just bring the thoughts back and you groan.

Reaching into your bedside draw, you reach for the brownies and cut it in half and have it.

You wait for the effects of the marijuana to kick in before laying down to fall asleep.

The next morning, you hear your mum talking and squealing and without thinking make your way downstairs to see what all the noise is about.

“Y/n, look Aaron’s back!” she says, hanging off your stepfather and you just nod.

“Welcome back,” you don’t meet his eyes, your thoughts from last night compounded with your mother hanging off him doesn’t really make you feel that friendly towards him.

He hadn’t called you once, but you’d heard your mother on the phone with him at least twice for the week.

You don’t stick around the house much longer, showering and then yelling at the bottom of the stairs, “I’m going out for a run and then to the beach!”

You stay out all day, hoping that Aaron won’t be waiting up for you- but that’s a silly thought.

You open the front door well after nine and you find him sitting at the breakfast table on his phone.

“Hey,” you say sort of awkwardly, holding your wet clothes in your hand as Aaron raises his head.

“You had a good run?” he asks it like he hasn’t been away for months, like he hasn’t not spoken to you in those months he’s been gone.

His voice sounds different to you though, and he looks different thanks to his beard.

“Uh yeah, it was good.” a few beats of silence pass, “I’m gonna go shower, good night.”

Aaron doesn’t try to stop you, he only calls out, “There’s dinner in the microwave.”

You stay in your room after your shower till you hear his bedroom door close.

As the weeks pass on, you and Aaron don’t revert to your usual relationship, instead you hardly talk to him and when you notice the hickey on his neck at breakfast you get the tightness in your chest again.

It’s like your chest caves inward and when you spot it, you can’t unsee it.

“What are you doing today?” your mum asks you and you turn to her.

“I was thinking of going out with Jesse to the beach again? The sun’s out and the waves are supposed to be good.”

Aaron perks up at that, “Who’s Jesse?”

Your mum jumps into explanation about how you’d met Jesse while you were out surfing a couple weeks after he’d left.

Aaron stares at you with accusatory eyes but you ignore him.

“Yeah, we’ll probably get lunch before I come back. I’ve got to be ready for my shift at 3.”

Your mum nods and waves you off, telling you to, “have fun,” while Aaron just stares after you.

It’s only when you’re about to leave that he corners you at the top of the stairs.

“Who’s Jesse really?” he asks, and you roll your eyes.

“Exactly who mum said he is.” you say but he doesn’t move away. It rubs you the wrong way how he insinuates that you’ve done something wrong, when he’s the only one that has according to your little ‘relationship.’

“You’re not fucking him?”

You scoff and almost laugh, “No, but if I was what would it matter? You’ve been gone for three months, you spoke to me a total of zero times while you were there and then you come home and are littered with hickeys.”

Aaron’s bravado flakes a little at the tone in your voice. You’re hurt more than anything and he hates that it’s because of him.

“Maybe what we were doing shouldn’t happen anymore. You’ve gotten good at ignoring me, so maybe we should keep doing that.”

You don’t give him time to respond as you duck under his arm and walk out of the house, getting in your car and sniffling.

“You’re not going to cry,” you coach yourself as you pull out of the driveway and make your way to the beach.

Jesse suspects your poor mood and does his best to cheer you up, but you’re bad company and apologise for it profusely.

“C’mon, we’ll get ice cream and cheesecake and you’ll go home and take a nice nap.”

You both do that, but you make an extra stop on your way back to get another pair of brownies for the week.

The next week, thanks to both of your jobs you hardly see Aaron and it’s sad to have him so close and not be able to actually have him, but also it makes you wonder if you’ve always been that easy to be without.

You’re munching on the last of your brownie and doing some case studies when there’s a knock on your door.

“Come in,” you’re half expecting it to be your mother, with some new request for a dessert that week.

You’re met with Aaron though, Aaron who hasn’t shaved his beard and looks a little worse for wear.

“Can we talk?” he asks and you nod, setting your work aside.

“Go ahead.” you prompt and he nods.

“I want to apologise for cornering you in the hall last week,” he starts and you hum. “And accusing you of being with someone else. That wasn’t right.”

You nod, expecting that to be the end of the conversation.

“I meant to call you, I did. But I couldn’t. Every time I picked up the phone I knew I wouldn’t be able to not talk to you. I missed you so much, and talking to you and hearing your voice would’ve made me come home a lot sooner than I did.”

Your eyebrows bunch together, “Did you leave before the job was finished?”

Aaron shakes his head, “No, we finished it earlier than expected.”

“Good.” there’s a question on the tip of your tongue, but you can’t ask it for fear of the answer.

Aaron can see it written on your face. “I didn’t.” He’s firm as he says it, but also sincere. “I couldn’t even think of anyone but you. You’re always on my mind, sweetheart.”

The nickname makes you crack though, and tears fall fast down your cheeks. “You’re covered in them,” you choke the words out and he shakes his head.

“They’re all over your neck Aaron, I can’t believe you. And I know you have to keep up appearances, but that,” you point to the two spots on his neck, “feels like a betrayal.”

He cups your sticky cheeks, thumbs dragging across your face to collect the tears.

“You can’t just leave and not talk to me and make it seem like you couldn’t care less about me while you’re gone and come back and get pissy with me because you expect everything to fall back into place.” your chest is heaving, but Aaron knows you need to get this out.

“I’m not a toy or something to just be used whenever she’s not available.”

“I’m so sorry baby,” he coos, lips pressing to your nose and the apples of your cheeks. “I’m sorry I made you feel like this.”

Aaron pulls you away from your desk and to your bed, sitting you in his lap as he grabs your tv remote.

Three episodes of your show later, Aaron whispers, “I don’t think you’re a toy or some backup to her. You’re my girl,” he kisses your temple.

“My only girl, I know you don’t want this anymore; but I’m always gonna be here okay?”

The next week your mum goes on a vacation with her friends and after your chat with Aaron you feel better.

You’re not actively going to work because of your exams and midweek you’re exhausted when Aaron finds you on the couch surrounded by your books.

“You good?” he asks, setting a bowl of take out before you.

“Exhausted and nothing is sticking.” you whine, Aaron sits beside you as he shucks off his suit jacket.

“You keeping that beard?” you ask suddenly and he laughs.

“I’m not sure yet,” his hand reaches to scratch at the hair on his cheeks and chin. “Do you like it?”

He hopes you do, he had remembered vaguely that you’d mentioned how good facial hair looks on men.

“Mhm, makes you look less like a scary dad.” your head falls to his lap, a deep sigh passing your lips.

“I’m not scary,” he muses and you open one eye to look at him.

“Not in a bad way, in a sexy way.” you say the words and something in the air shifts.

“In a sexy way?” Aaron prompts for a little more insight.

You take the bait, “Yeah, in a way that’s just a turn on. I don’t know how to explain it, Aaron. That’s just the vibe you exude.”

He nods and then points to your food, “Eat it before it gets cold, sweetheart.” You missed him calling you sweet names and it makes your belly warm.

“You can’t do that to me,” you murmur and his eyebrows pull together.

“Do what?”

“Call me that. It’s doing things to me.”

Aaron shakes his head; you’d always been a little bolder when it came to telling him things like this.

“Things? I don’t have a clue as to what you mean, baby.” he has every clue as to what you mean.

“You’re trying to distract me with your pretty face and pretty words.”

And it’s very clearly working. You’ve both missed each other, so much that now that you’re alone, the sexual tension is much much higher.

But after your conversation, Aaron hasn’t been wanting to do anything sexual just in case it hasn’t been what you wanted.

“M’not trying to do anything. If you need something from me, you have to tell me. You know that.”

You sit up in his lap, hands crossed behind his neck as you stare directly in his eyes.

“I want you to fuck me,” you say it plainly. “I want you to fuck me like you missed me.”

Aaron is quick to claim your lips, mouth molding to your own. He has missed you, so so much.

He had spent almost every night desperate to hear your voice but afraid he’d break down and leave all the bad behind to come home to you.

“I missed you so fucking much,” he breathes, standing and carrying you to your room. “You’re all I thought about every fucking night.”

Aaron doesn’t give you a chance to bask in his confession as he lays you down on the bed, his hands spreading your thighs and groaning when your shorts roll up your thighs.

“You’re gorgeous,” he compliments, hands roaming your body with care- his lips aren’t far behind.

“Aaron please, I’ve been needing you,” his forehead drops to your lower stomach and he groans.

“Baby,” his words are sharp inhales. “You’re going to ruin me.” his hands slip into your pants, dragging them to the floor while his lips kiss at your newly exposed skin.

“Don’t hold back,” he swears if you’re quiet he’ll be back to a place without you even though you’re right there.

You couldn’t if you tried, Aaron’s mouth was skilled at eating you out. Every part of your cunt was wet with either your own slick or his spit but god if you weren’t turned on.

“Aaron please,” you beg, hands reaching for his hair when he slips two fingers into the soppy messy that is your cunt and presses against your g-spot immediately.

His beard adds so much more stimulation that your orgasm crests fast.

“I’m not stopping you, pretty girl,” he sucks at your clit and you scream, back arched as you cry out only his name and ‘oh god,’s.

“You’re so fucking good for me.” he presses his fingers into your mouth and groans when your tongue swirls around them.

“I need to be in you,” Aaron whispers and you nod, hands reaching for his hips to pull him closer so his hard on rubs against your cunt.

“I missed you,” you admit as he lines up and he brackets you with his forearms- sinking into your warm cunt without a barrier. “Fuck you’re bigger.”

Aaron chuckles at that, beard scratching your neck as he nips at your skin there.

“I’ve been needing you.” he murmurs, hips snapping shallowly at first to get you used to the stretch again.

When you are, your hands can’t stop dragging down his back or chanting his name.

Aaron lasts much longer than you’d thought he would and in the process he pulls three orgasms from you and when your brain is addled with only thoughts of him and your thighs can’t stop quivering he pauses.

“No no,” you beg, slick hands trying to go to his hips but he pins them both above your head.

“You’re the only one,” he says seriously. “You’re not just sex or a body, you’re my favourite girl and you’ll always be.” he says and you nod, tears wetting your waterline as he starts fucking you again.

“You’re mine and I’m yours. Only yours.” he promises as he fills you up, your orgasm meeting his.

Aaron is gentle as he cleans you up, hands moving with care and diligence and when you reach for him as he slips you into his shirt he can’t help but lay beside you.

“I meant it.” he says gently, you curl into him, head laying on his bare chest. You map his freckles as you weigh your answer.

“I know, and I know I’m not being used when it’s us. I’m sorry I said that.”

Aaron shakes his head and tips your chin upwards.

“Nothing to be sorry about, I made you feel like that without meaning to, but I did. And I’m sorry that I did. I’ll never do it again.” he kisses you and wipes away the tears that fall.

“You’re the only one I love. I love you.” he whispers and you sniffle.

“I love you too, more than everyone else.”

Aaron rubs your back and when your belly rumbles he laughs, “I’ll go get your takeout, and your ice cream.”

“You have to eat with me,” you know he hasn’t eaten since lunch time. “Please.” you give him a pout and puppy dog eyes and Aaron caves, sitting up in your bed with the promise of two forks, food, ice cream and water.

You’re just glad to have him back, the weeks without him were awful and you never want that again.

[eddiesgorlie]

I love the idea of being in high school with Sebastian Kydd, having the biggest crush on him ever before being ropped in by the cool kids at a party to play spin the bottle- of course Sebastian is sitting there smiling at you.

I’m not okay. I’m literally obsessed with this!! Thank you so much for submitting and I hope you enjoy:)

Locker Neighbor

Summary: Y/n and Sebastian have been locker neighbors for the past couple years. She develops a crush on him and it seems as though fate wants them together.

Warnings: Donna (Eye-roll), mentions of vomit, alcohol and pot.

Word count: 1,045

Sebastian Kydd. My locker neighbor and my crush since freshman year. I knew I’d never be lucky enough to date him, he was always super nice to me but it’s Sebastian, he always had girls hanging off of him, just begging for a moment of attention. He did pay attention to one girl though, Donna. Donna and I were best friends all through elementary and middle school but when I refused to become one of her minions, she threw me away. She did always did invite me to parties though, she always made sure to tell me why though- I made her and her hot friends look good, after they look at me, the girls are irresistible.

I was digging my chemistry book out of my locker, failing miserably. It was time to clean out my locker. “Need some help there?” Sebastian asked. “If you wouldn’t mind.” I said with a laugh as I stepped away from my locker. He reached in and almost instantly pulled the book out. “I hate you.” I said with a laugh. “You’re welcome.” He said smiling as he opened his own locker. I looked at him for a moment, appreciating his beautiful plump lips, his blue eyes, everything about him until Donna came up behind us and basically pushed a flyer in my face. “Be there.” She said to me. I looked at the paper, a Valentine’s Day party invitation. “I hope to see you there too.” She said, dragging her hand over Sebastians arm, winking as she walked away.

I looked over the flyer and then handed it to Sebastian. “Eh, I’ve got nothing better to do. Are you going?” He asked. “Uh yeah, probably. I might have some gals to hang out with but if I have some free time I might stop by.” I said quickly. Good lord, I get nervous and this is what I do. He gave me a confused look and walked away with an “Ok.” I just blew it.

February 14th

It was the night of the party and I was nervous to say the least. I hadn’t seen Sebastian since the word vomit day. I’ve said the wrong things out of nervousness before but never that bad and it was the look he gave me when I walked away. “Carrie, what do I wear?!” I cried, my entire closet was on my bedroom floor at this point. “How about the white one with the little hearts on it?” She asked over the phone. “It’s basically lingerie!” I said, looking at the short, fitted, V-neck dress with lace trim. “You’re trying to catch his eye, right?” She asked. “I guess you’re right.” I sighed. “Thanks care.” I said. “Of course.” She said and hung up. I put the skimpy dress on, it fit really nicely. I put on a little pair of red heels and a white cardigan. I checked my hair and makeup one more time in the mirror before walking two houses down to the Ladonna household.

If you wanted me to be honest, the party was raging, music playing loud, red solo cups at every turn. I avoided some drunk puking high schoolers and made my way into the house. It was crazier inside. There were kids on tables, even more red solo cups, joints being passes around. It was insane. Not my kind of party. I decided against getting punch since I didn’t feel like being trashed, so I went for a brownie before I saw one of the stoners grab one. Pot brownies, great.

I walked through the party until I spotted Sebastian, he was sitting on the couch, a girl on each side of him, both doing everything they could for his attention but he wouldn’t give it to them. He sat looking at the fireplace in front of them until he turned to look at me. “Y/n!” He said, waving me over. “Hey locker neighbor.” I said, walking over to him. “Hey neighbor.” He mumbled, looking over my body. “You look nice.” He said. “Thank you.” I said smiling. I rocked back on my heels as we sat in an awkward silence, those girls finally figuring out he’s not interested. “This party is crazy, I um wa-” I was cut off as Donna grabbed my arm and pulled me away. “We’re playing spin the bottle. You land on Walt, he’s lonely since the break-up. I’m getting Sebastian.” She said and she was right, she was great at landing on someone specific. I nodded and we all went down to the basement and sat in a circle in a rather large group of probably 20. Donna made sure to squeeze next to Sebastian and I sat across from Walt, waving at the nice friend.

Someone set the bottle down and the game began. After what felt like hours it was Donna’s turn. I watched the bottle spin, and spin, and spin… until it landed on a random guy. She missed, never have I seen her not get who she wanted. We all watched the awkward kiss and the bottle was passed around again until it was my turn. I was supposed to be aiming for Walt but no, I’m going to Seb. I watched as the bottle spun 4 times until it slowed, pointing to Sebastian. I looked up, an excited look on my face, meeting his knowing smirk. I slid on my knees over to him, stopping a good distance from him. He tilted his head, the smirk still pulling at his lips.

He reached out and pulled me closer to him before crashing his lips onto mine. I closed my eyes and leaned into him, inhaling his musky scent. His tongue ran across my bottom lip, I granted him permission and our tongues massaged against each other. I had tunnel vision at this point and forgot anyone else was in the room as I sighed against his lips, him obviously having the same idea as he hands grabbed my ass. “Oh my God, get a room!” Donna yelled, storming out. we quickly pulled back from each other, our eyes staring into each other’s. “Donna’s right, we might need a room.” Sebastian said. “Yep, agreed.” I said with a nod as he helped me up after him.

Do we need a part 2?👀

[brimarie0512]

Stray kids fanfic ot8 series part six

Slow burn

WC: 1.9k (1,967)

There are pov switches, female reader, use of y/n, nicknames

Warnings: Mentions of food

Summery: You’re finally going on your date with Felix. It is truly amazing and he’s so sweet just like his brownies.

(I’m so sorry this is so late I have like three paper due but next chapter is so amazing I might have to post it early to make up for it)

Chapter Six “Brownie Boy”

Y/n’s pov

I woke up before Chan today. I told Changbin I would go to the gym with him this morning. I don't work out too often but sometimes I just have the urge to. I knew Changbin loved the gym so I decided he would be the perfect person to ask to accompany me. I put my hair in a ponytail and threw on a pair of black leggings and a pink tank top and paired it with a light jacket. I went into the kitchen to make smoothies for Changbin and I to enjoy before we left. Changbin joined me in the kitchen soon after.

“Good morning, gorgeous.” He said as he approached me.

“Good morning, here I made this for you.” I said handing him the smoothie.

“Thank you, you're amazing.” He said, bringing me in for a hug.

When he hugged me it was like I was being suffocated but in the best way his muscles always engulfed my body in such a comfortable sensation. We drank our smoothies together in the kitchen while chatting and then went up to the gym which was conveniently in the building. When we got there I rode on the stationary bike for a bit while Changbin lifted weights. When I was done on the bike I went to work out on my arms. After that I did leg presses, then back to my arms. After that Changbin and I finished with some squats. Even though we were together we did different things working together but separately in a comforting silence minus the music we were sharing each of us wearing one airpod.

“Wow gorgeous I had no clue you liked fitness this much.” He said a little in shock and out of breath at the end of our set.

He looked cute. Flushed cheeks, bulging muscles. The way his hair slightly stuck to his forehead. The way his chest slowly rose and fell with each breath.

“I don't really, but I try to keep myself healthy and sometimes I just have the urge to workout.” I said while shrugging.

“Well if you ever want help or want to learn more let me know.” Changbin said with a smile on his face.

“Thank you Binnie.” I said giving him a hug even though we were both sweaty.

We went back to the dorm where the rest of the boys were.

“Good morning doll.” Chan said to me.

“Good morning.” I said back, going to give him a hug.

“Good morning sunshine, are you excited for tonight?” Felix said.

“Yes I am very excited, I can not wait.” I said, smiling brightly.

“Me too, well I will see you later, I have to go get some things ready for tonight.” He said giving me a hug.

“Can't wait Lixie, see you later tonight.”

I spent the rest of the day in the dorm with Chan until it was time to start getting ready for my date with Felix. I took a shower even though I had taken one after coming back from the gym. When I got out I put my hair in pigtail braids and got dressed. I picked out a pair of ripped black jeans and paired it with a blue long sleeve v-neck shirt since it's Felix’s favorite color according to Chan. I did my makeup going with a natural look and then I put on a pair of black high top converse.

“How are you feeling, doll?” Chan asked me.

“I am actually really excited, I can't wait to see what Felix has planned.”

“You’re going to love it, and Felix is going to love you, you look amazing” Chan said.

He came and stood behind me as I looked at myself in the mirror. He spun me around to look at him and wrapped his arms around me. He pulled me in for a tender kiss only breaking away when we had to come up for air. Just then there was a knock at his bedroom door.

“I assume that's your date doll, you should be the one to answer it.” He said letting go of me and stepping back.

I walked over to the door and opened it and it was Felix. He was wearing a pair of blue jeans and a black crewneck sweater with a white shirt peeking through under it he also had on a pair of black converse.

“Wow.” Felix said looking me up and down “You look stunning sunshine.”

“I could say the same about you.” I said, giving him a wide smile.

“Are you ready to go?” He asked, holding out his hand.

“Yes I am.” I said taking his hand and mine, allowing him to lead me out of the room.

“Have fun you two.” Chan said after us.

I turned back and gave Chan a warm smile as Felix led me towards the door to exit the dorm. We got to the car and he held the door open as I climbed in. He sat down next to me putting his arm around my shoulder. We stayed like this on the car ride, I could tell Felix was nervous.

“You know, I am really excited for tonight.” I said, trying to subtly calm his nerves.

“I am too. I hope you enjoy tonight.” He said, giving my shoulder a squeeze.

“I am sure I will love it and either way as long as I am with you I know I'll be happy, there is no reason to stress.” I said looking down feeling myself blush.

“Awe, sunshine that means a lot to me. This night will be perfect with you by my side.” He said, looking me in my eyes.

The car began to come to a stop. Felix got out first taking my hand as he led me out of the car. As I looked up I realized he took me to the movie theaters. He led me to the booth where he told the worker his name and then they led us to a theater. When we walked in it was empty and there was a table full of snacks and drinks. I looked over at Felix and he was looking nervous.

“Lix you did all of this for me?” I asked in awe.

“Yeah I thought privacy would be better. And I have it so they are playing the first two halloween town movies. Chan said they are your favorites.”

“Lixie, this is truly amazing thank you so much.” I said hugging him.

We each grabbed some snacks and a drink as we went and settled in next to each other somewhere in one of the middle rows, not wanting to be too close or too far. The seats were those fancy ones that recline and the arm rest could be lifted. We lifted the arm rest and then cuddled into each other's sides. Felix had one hand around my shoulder and the other laying across my stomach. I felt so safe and content in his arms. We stayed like this during the majority of the films, occasionally looking over at each other and smiling. We watched the movies and added our input about them throughout since it was just us. As the end credits rolled on the second film Lix started to get up stretching his body with him.

“That was amazing Lix thank you.” I said, starting to get up myself and stretching.

“I am glad you liked it but the night is not over yet I still have something else planned.” Felix said smiling.

“You do?” I said, looking at him with wide eyes.

He nodded his head and then took my hand giving it a kiss. He led me out of the theater and back to the car. He refused to tell me where we were going next but I didn't really care because I am still so excited. After a little while the car came to a stop again. Felix once again got out and held my hand. When I got out of the car I realized we were outside my apartment.

“Lix what are we doing here?”

“There's a little surprise inside. Chan let me use his key to get in earlier and set everything up.”

“Awe Lix you really are amazing.” I said holding him.

He led me up the stairs and into my apartment with a hand splayed across my lower back. When we walked in I noticed he set up a fort in my living room with the mattress on the ground in front of the T.V. he also covered the makeshift bed with pillows and blankets. In the kitchen there were ingredients set up.

“What is all of this Lix?”

“I figured we could cook together and watch some more movies, I also got stuff to make my brownies and I got us matching pj’s. Also I thought the privacy of your apartment is better than having the rest if the guys linger around trying to intrude on our date.” Lix said with a smile on his face.

“This is perfect Lixie.” I said, giving him another tight hug. “Truly amazing.”

We changed into our matching pajamas. It was two black long sleeve shirts and plaid pajama pants. We then went into the kitchen where we made a homemade pizza Lix making the crust in the shape of a heart. We were messing around throwing flour around but we didn't care because it was so fun. As that was baking Felix and I made the batter for the brownies using his secret recipe. Once the batter was made we went into the bathroom together to wash our faces of the flour. Lix helped me wipe my face and then I did the same for him. When the pizza was done we took it out of the oven and placed it on the counter. We then put the brownies in the oven. We cut the pizza into slices and moved to the living room. We sat down in the fort and started watching some marvel movies seeing as we both love them. When we finished our pizza Lix got up and took the brownies out of the oven. I washed the dishes and cleaned up our mess while he served the sweet treats. We took them back to our fort where I finally got to try Felix’s famous brownies. As I took a bite I was in awe. They were amazing and so incredibly fudgy.

“Felix, these are the best things I have ever had.” I said gleaming up at him.

“You really think so? That means so much to me. I'm glad you like them.” he said smiling.

“Like them, I love them.”

Felix and I finished our brownies and kept watching the movies cuddled up together with his arms around me once again.

“This was an amazing date Lix, thank you.” I said sincerely.

“Of course sunshine I am glad you liked it.”

“I loved it Lixie.” I said as I turned to face him still in his grasp.

“Is it ok if I kiss you?” He asked leaning closer to me.

“Of course Lix I would love that.”

When our lips finally connected it was a soft slow kiss full of passion and admiration. We stayed like this, neither of us wanting to break the kiss. When we pulled apart I looked at his face while trying to catch my breath from the intensity of the kiss. He was blushing and his lips were kiss bitten. I don't think this man has ever looked more attractive than at this moment. We laid down together as I pressed my face into his chest taking in his scent as we chatted until we fell asleep in each other's embrace.

Taglist: @strawberry31

[whoahoney]

glassy eyes, hazy afternoons pt 6

Eddie Munson x anxious!stoner!Reader

Part 1 Part 5

Summary: Things become tense between Reader and Eddie

Content Warnings: fem!reader, 18+ (Minors DNI), angst, use of drugs, making out, pervy thoughts, descriptions of anxiety, reader has a panic attack, intrusive thoughts/mean self-talk, idiots in love

A/N: buckle up, babes.

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

Y/n woke up with a delightful stretch as the sun began to creep over the horizon. The windows were fogged and the ashtray on her windowsill sat with half a cigarette resting from the night before.

That’s when she remembered her visit with Eddie and smiled before remembering his offer to pick her up. She sat up, panicking and searching for her clock.

7:03

She sighed, ripping the covers off her body and rushing to her closet to hopefully put together something a little less plain. She didn’t want to dress too differently to avoid feeling self conscious or drawing attention.

She pulled out some black jeans, her high top vans, and then selected a soft v neck that dipped lower than she typically allowed. She sighed and pulled it on, hoping it wouldn’t feel or look weird.

She threw on a flannel for extra warmth before adding her denim jacket, giving herself a nod of approval before deciding to give herself two french braids.

As 7:30 crept closer and closer, she’d glance at the clock, her heart leaping every time she noticed minutes went by, then of course quickly reminded herself ‘that’s how time fucking works’.

Eventually she heard the rumble of the heavy van idling in front of the house as she finished rolling a joint. She tucked it in her jacket pocket and headed for the door with a new pep in her step. She tried to keep the smile off her face as she walked.

She walked across the lawn, keeping her eyes on the ground until she heard a car door popping open. She jumped at the sound, quickly followed by Eddie’s laugh.

“Where are those nerves of steel now?” He hopped out of the van and rounded the front, looking fine as ever. Y/n felt like he had put more effort into his appearance this morning, though he looked wonderful every day. His curls were more defined and he seemed to smell fresher, his natural musk masked by his uncle Wayne’s cologne.

“I left them on the roof.” She chuckled as she tossed her bag into the open passenger door he stood by. She moved to climb in but he gently tugged on her braid to stop her. She cocked her head in question, right when he pulled her in for a hug. “Good morning.” He said softly, resting his cheek on her head.

Y/n sighed slowly, trying not to show how much she was obviously loving this. “Good morning, Eddie.” She giggled.

“You look nice today.” He said as he pulled away, his eyes flickering down her body.

“Oh, thanks, you too.” She blushed. Eddie clicked his tongue with a smirk and helped her inside, shutting the door behind her and running back around the front, his tongue stuck between his teeth eagerly.

“Alright, sunshine. Let’s get you to school.” He sighed contently, reaching over and giving her knee a squeeze which sent her giggling. “That’s dangerous information for me to have, sweetheart.” He teased before switching gears and driving off.

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

The day before Hellfire flew by, Eddie picked her up on time the next morning and provided another after school smoke sesh. Robin and Y/n used their time that evening to bake cookies and brownies and of course some extra to feast upon after they sat on the roof and got baked themselves.

“So, when are you gonna tell Eddie you wanna kiss ‘em?” Robin asked through a drag, giggling at Y/n’s blushing cheeks. The girl shook her head insistently and snatched the joint from her snorting friend. “C’mon, you know I’m right. And he wants to kiss you too! It’s so painfully obvious.”

Y/n rolled her eyes before scrunching them closed with the harshness of the drag she was taking in. She exhaled and shrugged. “You and Chrissy really need to get together, you’ll have a ball.” She chuckled wryly, “I’m not trying to ruin anything. Maybe he’s just flirty. Maybe he just needs a friend he can relate to like he and I do.” She said, the last part not going unnoticed by the stoned Robin.

“You could just ask him?” Robin shrugged.

“If he wants to kiss me?!” Y/n asked incredulously. Robin fell into a fit of giggles, Y/n following close behind. “I’d die! I’d spontaneously combust. There’s no way, Robs.” She justified it before taking a heavy drag.

“I think he knows me well enough at this point to know I’m not capable of initiating such a thing. If it’s happening it’s gonna be on him, I already know it.” She mentioned; the thought of it making her stomach do flips before she thought back to the note he left her the other night, packed away in her nightstand, butterflies erupting.

Robin scoffed, “What’s so different between kissing people at parties and kissing Eddie?” She asked.

“Easy— I was stoned as hell and they were for party games and meaningless low grade sex with two boys that could never find the clit, and Eddie is… someone I couldn’t bear fucking things up with.” Y/n shrugged.

Robin nodded. “Well, from out here on this side of things, Eddie turns into a puppy every time he sees you. I'm pretty sure if you kissed him he’d spontaneously combust, too.” and nudged her friend as the timer went off, the conversation ending and the two heading inside.

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The next day, Robin was proven correct when the two girls chatted in the hall before class.

Y/n leaned her shoulder on the locker next to Robin’s while she stuffed books into her bag, when suddenly Robin’s smile grew tenfold. Before Y/n could ask, she was engulfed in a giant hug, an involuntary yelp flying from her lips as she was pulled backward and squeezed, the familiar leather sleeves the first indicator she wasn’t in any danger.

The second was the hearty chuckle that vibrated her right ear as he tucked his face into her neck. Y/n burst into giggles as Eddie released her all too soon, yet still kept a grip on her shoulder, tucking her back into his side.

“Morning, ladies!” He greeted as if he hadn't picked Y/n up and drove her to school. In his defense, he hadn’t seen her since he walked with her to her first class and it was now almost fourth period! After he released her he finally acknowledged Robin with a curt nod.

Robin gave him a small salute with her fingers and flickered her eyes to Y/n to see if she’d noticed, though the girl seemed too caught up in Eddie to care that she received the biggest confirmation of all confirmations she could’ve asked for.

“So, are you guys geared up to check out the campaign tonight? We’re starting a new one, it’s the perfect night to jump in!” He said eagerly, his brown eyes sparkling as he spoke.

The girls nodded, though Y/n definitely seemed more enthusiastic than Robin did. “We slaved for hours yesterday making you heathens some goods, so you guys better be kind and cordial.” Robin mentioned with a pointed look to Eddie.

And they did.

The boys gave the girls many high fives and pats on the back. Y/n blushed at all the praise as well as Robin, though Robin didn’t seek any credit or have any interest in joining Hellfire at all, really.

Robin sighed and waited for the game to start as everyone settled into their seats, and was happily surprised at the appearance of the only other female DnD player, Miriam Nguyen, who also happened to be very pretty, and suddenly she was interested.

Y/n replaced the tops onto the boxes of treats and turned to scan for a seat, when she noticed Gareth hurriedly grabbing his notebook and scooting out of the chair closest to Eddie’s screen.

“Best place to learn, right?” He smirked with a flourish of his hand. Y/n sat down with burning cheeks as Robin took the open seat next to her, on the other side of Miriam.

“Ladies and gentlemen, are you ready to start.. the Cult of Vecna?”

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After two hours of shouting, dice rolls, and Mountain Dew burps, the session ended on a cliffhanger, much to the dismay of Gareth and Robin, who had taken a much deeper interest in DnD than she anticipated.

“That was insane, you guys do that every week?” She asked as they walked to the parking lot. Eddie grinned and threw his arm around Y/n’s shoulders. Before he could answer, a car pulled up next to them.

“Oh, look who it is!” Robin cheered as though she hadn’t asked Steve to pick her up so Y/n could hang out with Eddie alone. Y/n’s eyes widened as Robin winked at her and set her bag in the passenger seat through the open window, “Can I get a ride, Steve?” She asked as she entered the car and buckled up.

“Uh, y-yeah! I was picking up Dustin anyway.” He looked at her confused, knowing she’d explain when they left. “See ya, guys!” She waved as Steve pulled away.

Eddie held a pleased smile on his lips. “Well, looks like it’s just you and me again.” He began walking her to his van, his arm still around her shoulders.

Y/n nodded, “What a bummer, right? What else is there to do in this one horse town?” She asked as if in thought.

Instead of opening the passenger door for her like he normally would, he leaned back against the side of the van; his arm sliding from her shoulders to direct her to stand between his legs and holding her hand. He wore a smile on his lips like he had a secret, a glimmer of adoration in his eyes.

“What? Why are you looking at me like that?” She giggled, unable to hold his eye contact.

“I always look at you like this.” He said quietly.

She met his eyes, her heart pounding so hard she felt it in her throat. “So what do you wanna do? I’m yours til midnight.” She mentally cringed at the phrasing while Eddie savored it.

‘I’m yours’

“Only midnight?” He looked at her incredulously as he opened the door for her to climb in and closed it after her.

Something was different about Eddie tonight, though Y/n couldn’t place her finger on it. They didn’t speak a word and sat in a comfortable silence as Judas Priest played on the radio.

Instead of going to Y/n’s house, they went the extra mile section down to get to the trailer park. Eddie let out a breath he was holding through puffed cheeks as he parked the van.

“I want you to meet my uncle.” He raised his eyebrows in question, hoping she wouldn’t be weirded out.

“I-I would love to meet your uncle.” She stammered, her eyes fluttering in disbelief. Eddie smiled as he unbuckled his seatbelt and rushed around the car to hold her door open as she popped the handle.

“Afterwards we can smoke some of this new stuff I got from Rick, it’s purple, you’re gonna love it.” He said on their way to the door, absentmindedly taking her hand in his like it was nothing.

Y/n’s head spun as she followed him up the steps, staring at their interlaced fingers in front of her and feeling high already. He pulled her inside, a dumb smile on her face as they came face to face with a man around the same age as Y/n’s father.

“Y/n, this is my Uncle Wayne, Uncle Wayne, this is my friend Y/n.” He said with pink cheeks. Wayne’s eyes flickered down to their joined hands, the corner of his mouth twitching upward as he met Eddie’s eye again.

Wayne now looked at Y/n, a small smile now forming as he reached out for a handshake. “It’s good to meet you, Miss Y/n, I’ve been wondering when he’d bring you ‘round.”

Y/n smiled warmly and accepted his handshake, “It’s good to meet you too! Eddie’s spoken so highly of you.” She nodded. Eddie bit back a smile as he averted his eyes in slight embarrassment.

“Oh, well has he now? That’s good to hear. Maybe I’m doing something right.” He nudged his boy before reaching past him and grabbing his keys on the counter. “I’ve gotta head out to work, Ed, don’t keep her out too late. It was good to meet you, darlin’.” He nodded to Y/n before he left.

Eddie beamed as he took her other hand in his, her stomach practically exploding at the contact.

‘Holy shit he’s touching me. He introduced me to his uncle. He talks about me to his uncle. Holy fuck Eddie munson really likes me.’ Her throat tightened at the thought.

“I knew he’d like you.” He glanced at her lips before releasing one hand and leading her to his room. “It’s not as cozy as your place but, this is my lair.” He shrugged, releasing her hand and purposely plopping down on his desk chair to leave the bed free for her.

She looked all around her and took it in, the one room in the world that held the most things that were ‘Eddie’

She smiled at the posters adorning the walls, the ones taken from the city, some purchased in store, others handmade. She smiled at his striped sheets and ingenuity of stuffing two flat pillows into one pillow case to make it more comfortable.

She stifled her giggles at the posters of motorcycle and car babes scattered about and wondered if he kept his stash in the closet or under the bed. Eddie felt embarrassment churn in his stomach, his cheeks were surely pink. He quickly glanced around his desk for the two joints he rolled earlier.

“Aha!” He held up the two perfect joints in victory, grabbing her attention. Eddie stuck one between his teeth and flicked his lighter to life. “Make yourself comfortable, by all means, I can’t take you outside tonight—it’s too cold for that, sweetheart.”

Her heart leapt as she sat down on his bed, the aged spring creaking beneath her. Eddie flipped on his stereo and turned the volume lower before he used his feet to roll his chair over closer to Y/n until he was directly in front of her, both of them with their elbows on their knees and faces too close to be considered friendly.

“Whatcha thinkin’ about, huh? Or at least one of the things, I’ll bet you have a busy brain, don’t you?” He asked as he pushed a lock of hair behind her ear, her cheeks fading into pink as he grazed her skin. He set a joint between her lips, her brain going fuzzy as he leaned back and flicked the lighter, bringing it to the end of the joint for her to inhale.

She let out a shaky exhale and shook her head before taking two or three more quick and deep puffs on the joint, not afraid to be a little greedy with the bud anymore. Eddie swallowed, watching her pretty lips kiss the tip of the joint like he wished she’d kiss his dick.

She inhaled the smoke through her nose and held it in for a second as she handed it back to him. He kept his eyes on her, the thin ghost of her hit fleeing from her mouth as she shrugged.

“I like hanging out with you.” She said as the warmth rolled over her, the weight of her eyelids now at the forefront of her mind.

Eddie spoke through his exhale, “What are you really thinking about?” He smirked

Y/n wanted to throw him off like he did her, and wondered why he was so calm this evening. She quirked an eyebrow, “How have you been so calm without smoking today? Typically your temperament reminds me of a Labrador—ooh! A labradoodle. You are such a labradoodle.” She giggled.

A wide smile stretched across his face as she fell backwards onto his bed, kicking off her shoes and scooting to the middle. Eddie scooted closer to her as she curled up, the sight of her on his bed alone was making him feel some type of way.

“If I’m being completely honest, I may have taken a Xanax before Hellfire. But only to calm the fuck down, you know? I was so nerv—I was really worried you—and Robin— wouldn’t like the campaign, and I was kinda hoping I could bring you back here tonight, so I’m kinda— are you upset with me?” He looked back up at her eyes in slight worry before she would smile softly and shake her head no, putting his mind back at ease like putting a child back to bed.

He leaned over and stuck the joint between her lips, his fingers touching her mouth and chin with reckless abandon. She turned her head as she inhaled, her eyes going wide at the acoustic guitar in the corner. “Look at that!” She squinted to read the sentence painted around the curves of the body under her breath.

‘This machine slays dragons’

“That’s sick, that’s uh, uh, uhh—Woody Guthrie! Right? This machine kills fascists?” She propped herself up as she turned to face him again, the boy fighting the urge to say ‘fuck it’ and grab her and kiss her right then and there.

He settled for a tense “Mhm.” Instead.

The two went on, passing the joint back and forth, discussing more about how he got into music in the first place, how Wayne taught him the guitar, and how he started getting into metal.

He talked about the formation of Corroded Coffin that happened during a shared detention between the quartet when Jeff had first moved to town.

Eddie craved for the conversation to turn back to Y/n, though he absolutely loved the way she looked at him when he babbled about the usually meaningless stories of his life and drank them all in because they were his.

“How’d you get into metal?” He asked as he took the second joint from her. His eyes oozed adoration, the lamp light only adding to the ever present sparkle in his eyes. Y/n shrugged and giggled a little, trying to gather her explanation.

“It was an accident.”

“Oh, no I really gotta hear this.” He scooted closer, propping his feet up on the bed next to her stretched out body. He tried his best to keep his eyes on her face or hands or knees and ignore the way her breasts looked pressed together when she laid on her side.

“My grandma had no idea Judas Priest wasn’t a Christian group.” She began with a flushed face from all their laughter. Eddie’s jaw dropped before he let out a hearty cackle.

“You’re shitting me, right?”

“I’m so not shitting you, I was like 9, or something— I had just gotten my very own Walkman, I know that for sure, and my grandma asked Sam what to get me and he told her I could use some tapes to play and that I like rock music. So she went down to the store and asked for some ‘rock n roll the young people like’ and the dude sold her ‘Stained Class’!” She laughed.

“Oh my god, did she ever find out??”

“No, no, but she did get really confused when she heard about the Priest concert in Indie a few years ago, and she wanted to go but we wouldn’t let her.”

Eddie scoffed, “Damn that would’ve been a sight.”

“They would’ve broken her!”

“Have you ever actually been in the pit before?” He asked with an eyebrow quirked.

“Not at, like, a real huge concert or anything but little hole in the wall performances, I’ve been in a few.” She chuckled as she reached for the joint.

“Oh, just get ready, sweetheart, someday you and I are going to a concert and going hard. I mean stiff necks for two weeks!”

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Somehow or another, they both ended up on Eddie’s bed, shoulder to shoulder, dazed and looking at the ceiling through the veil of smoke that now shrouded the stuffy room. Eddie had put in a mixtape of his, Alone Again by Dokken played. They were belligerently high, both of them hanging onto the hem of reality by a thread.

“Maybe we should crack a window.” Y/n suggested.

Eddie made no move, staying put to look at her the way he had been all night. “No, no—you look so beautiful when you’re all smokey like that. And on my bed. And everywhere else you decide to go.” Eddie mumbled in thought.

“What?” She asked slowly, her glassy eyes meeting him without difficulty. Eddie sat up with her, unable to form words.

“I said you’re beautiful.” He shrugged daringly.

She gasped softly. Despite the love and validation she received from her family and friends, she’d never really been told she was beautiful. Not like this.

It’d been said in passing before— ‘you look pretty’ ‘that looks nice on you’ ‘you look so hot’ but never ‘you are beautiful’

Her eyes filled with tears as she leaned over and pecked him quickly on the lips.

As soon as her lips bounced off his their eyes met in alarm; Had that really just happened? Had she actually done that?

Eddie’s lips parted, his eyes wide with surprise and then melting into relief before he placed his hand at the nape of her neck and pulled her to him, properly kissing the girl of his dreams with a moan vibrating through them.

Y/n whimpered against him, his kiss warm and consuming. She felt like her face and neck were on fire, her overly sensitive body a live wire with just one heated kiss. She didn’t hesitate to bring her hands to his cheeks as he rolled on top of her, the bed beginning to creak with their writhing. “You are the prettiest girl I’ve ever seen..” Eddie spoke against her lips, refusing to move. “And I mean it.” He panted into her open mouth as they parted, her eyes looking at him desperately as a tear fell, not going unnoticed by Eddie but not before she could bring him in for another mind-numbing kiss.

“Mmm—Y/n, are you crying?” He asked dazed and concerned, pulling away only enough to graze her nose with his. Y/n kept her eyes closed in embarrassment.

‘seriously? A guy calls you beautiful when you kiss him and you have the nerve to cry like a baby?’

“I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have—.” She said with a dismissive shake of her head, her hands leaving his neck to wipe her face.

“No, don’t—How high are you?” He asked quietly.

Y/n took a minute to register the question. The world felt like slow motion when she shook her head no. The stuttering sweep of her eyes told Eddie differently, his heart sinking. “Hi, how are you?” She asked with an unsure chuckle.

As she tilted her chin up to meet his lips for another kiss, he quickly suggested “Let’s, uh, wanna watch a movie?” She froze, her heart merely skipping a beat at the utter catastrophe she felt inside.

She dumbly nodded without a word, ignoring the wetness at her eyes as Eddie rolled off of her and hurried out of the room. Y/n sat up, struck with confusion. Her body was rigid as her tears fell profusely. She quickly wiped them away.

She wobbled to the bathroom around the corner, her head feeling light and fuzzy as her throat clenched, minus the hyperventilations—though she knew they were coming. She shut the door a little harder than she meant to, startling Eddie who sat in front of the tv, looking through tapes.

His eyes stayed on the door as he stood, but he couldn’t make his feet move. Instead he sighed and sat back down to wait for her.

Y/n couldn’t help the frown pulling down at the corners of her lips as she leaned over the small sink. The mirror having lost some of its shine from age, the picture unclear as she looked at herself. Crying wasn’t something she felt comfortable doing in front of people, the act being something she was constantly berated for as a child.

‘Wipe that pathetic look off your face.’

‘Oh my fucking god, you’re being such a bawl baby.’

‘Just don’t fucking look at her, she’s doing it for attention!’

‘Quit being such a little whinebag, Y/n!’

Her voice loved to return at Y/n’s most vulnerable moments, reminding her that even when she’s hit the apex of her emotional well-being, she shouldn’t even allow herself that release.

So Y/n hid in the bathroom, and looked at herself; the only person to see her pain for what it was in its rawest form.

She tried to start listing logical and rational reasons it all stopped:

‘He’s high, you’re high, he didn’t mean it.’

‘Was I not a good kisser?’

‘Maybe he just wanted you to come over so he could move in on you, it’s been his plan the whole time.’

‘Maybe I’m misreading everything’

‘Maybe he changed his mind about me’

But of course she came back.

‘Or maybe, he got freaked out because the girl that kissed him started crying like a fucking weirdo.’

She sat on the floor quickly and clenched her eyes closed, the hyperventilations starting.

‘Deep breaths, c’mon’

Y/n tried to coach herself like Sam taught her; ‘talk to yourself like a friend’.

‘Slow deep breaths, you got this, just like with Sam.’

She struggled a few times but was quickly able to count to four with her inhales and hold it for four, exhaling for four until her head wasn’t flying 90 miles an hour.

She ran ice cold water on her wrists and washed off her face, thanking herself for not wearing makeup today.

Taking one last deep breath she exited the bathroom about 10 minutes later like her inner world wasn’t viscerally shattering.

“Hey!” Eddie breathed in relief. Y/n looked at the coffee table and the videos scattered across it. “I didn’t know which one you’d like more so I just figured I’d let you pick.” He shrugged, unable to meet her eye.

Y/n nodded and grabbed Class. “I know how much you like Rob Lowe.” She remarked as she shoved it into his chest a tad harshly. Eddie was taken aback at the force she put behind it, but chuckled and pushed the tape into the player.

He took his spot next to her, resting his arm on the back of the couch. There was a weird space between them, both of the worried lovers unable to act accordingly.

“For the record, I only like Rob Lowe in this movie.” He remarked after a good solid silence during the opening credits. She cracked a smile and snickered, the weed still lingering and allowing her to loosen up and ignore the gnawing empty ache in her chest.

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By the time the movie ended, they’d inched closer and closer, their shoulders almost touching, his knee leaning against hers as he spread his legs. They hadn’t spoken much during the film, but there truly didn’t feel like there was much to say. The clock on the wall read 11:43, and the trailer was deafeningly silent without the tv on to distract them from the tension.

Y/n felt the air buzzing around them, the heat rising in her stomach again when she saw him outlined in the shadows, just looking at her for a moment like he always did. “Well, you ready to get home?” His voice cut through the silence gently, but enough to startle her a little.

She nodded and stood, walking past him to the door without another look at him. He fought the urge to reach out and grab her, to tell her he was sorry for making things weird, that she hadn’t done anything wrong, that he was overthinking and being stupid and didn’t want to take advantage of her.

He wanted to kiss her again, so desperately he ached.

Instead he followed her outside, frowning when he hadn’t beaten her to her door. They drove the mile in silence, Y/n playing hide and seek with the moon through the clouds and trees. The cold glass against her forehead kept her grounded, told her that once she got home she could dissociate and fade away however long she needed until school in the morning.

Eddie pulled up to his spot at the curb, clearing his throat as he put it in park. “You want me to walk you?” He asked, his puppy dog eyes shining. Y/n thought for a moment before shaking her head gently.

“No, it’s okay. Thanks for the weed.” She said with enough softness in her voice to keep him from worrying more.

He nodded as she turned to open the door. He caught her hand before she could leave, her eyes finding his immediately. “I’ll see you tomorrow?” He asked hopefully.

Y/n gave a half-smile and nodded, giving his hand a squeeze before she opened the door with a creak. “Goodnight, Eddie.” She said before closing the door and throwing her bag over her shoulder.

Eddie watched her the whole way, urging her to turn around, at least look at him. He could still feel the weight of her lips on his and the places her hand had touched his face. He was buzzing through the entire movie, keeping a pillow over his crotch the entire time to avoid even more awkwardness.

Once she was safely inside, he beat the steering wheel with his fists, cries of anger flying from his mouth. He felt hot tears prickle his eyes and clenched his jaw at the ache in his chest.

‘You fucked up. Just like you knew you would’

‘Not only did you blow it with your crush you probably just lost a good friend.’

‘Way to freak her out, freak.’

Eddie berated himself the whole way home. He quickly crawled into bed face first to scream into his pillow and then covered up with the sheets he should be tangled up in with the girl of his dreams.

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When Eddie picked Y/n up in the morning things felt off. She wore a gray beanie over her hair that hung loose around her, her thick scarf wrapped around her neck twice as she buried her cute little nose into it.

She unwrapped herself when she got into the car, her demeanor as icy as the overnight frost. “Good morning.” He croaked before clearing his throat.

She smiled softly as she buckled her seat belt, “Morning.”

Eddie pulled off of the curb and bit the inside of his cheek, hoping she’d mess with the radio or something. “You, uh, sleep okay?” He asked.

Y/n nodded, “Mhm, I actually kinda think I’m still a little high, if I’m being honest.” She chuckled, looking out the window. Eddie's eyes widened.

“F-For real?”

Y/n chuckled again and nodded. “Yeah, getting ready was hard this morning. Head feels all swimmy.”

“We could knock off for the day? I could take you back to your house so you can rest.” He offered with concern.

Y/n shook her head. “It’s okay, it’ll wear off. It’s happened a couple times when I smoke real late. Especially if it’s dank like that stuff you had last night. That shit was outta this world, man.” She rambled, knowing full well she smoked a joint when she got home and then a little more in her shower this morning.

Eddie chuckled, glad she was talking to him like normal, at least. It gave him a shred of hope things wouldn’t be ruined. He could work with that.

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Chrissy was buzzing to find out what happened the evening after Hellfire. After hearing about the note, she was sure Eddie was close to making a move or admiting his feelings for her new dear friend. When Y/n got to class looking less like herself, Chrissy knew something was up.

When Y/n regaled the events of the evening Chrissy waited with baited breath, every step of the story adding up to the perfect most world rocking ending. Her eyes shined with intrigue when Y/n described laying on his bed together, the intimate touches happening all night before he called her beautiful so bravely. How she finally went for it and kissed him, Chrissy cutting her off before she could finish.

Chrissy squealed with delight,Y/n cracking a small smile at the praise. “I knew you had it in you, oh my god! Look at my girl! Then what happened?” She whispered urgently.

Y/n scoffed and shook her head. “Well, uh, this is embarrassing… when he told me I was beautiful.. I cried a little. But he kissed me again and—I dunno, they wouldn’t stop coming out I guess and he just.. stopped.” She bit the inside of her cheek dejectedly, her ego feeling the bruise. Chrissy’s jaw dropped.

“Are you fucking kidding me?” She exclaimed, capturing the attention of most of the class and the teacher.

“Miss Cunningham! I will remind you to mind your language, this is class not gossip hour.” He chided.

Chrissy mumbled sweet apologies before turning back to her friend with fire in her blue eyes. “Stopped and what—What happened?”

“He asked if I wanted to watch a movie.” She shrugged, “—I literally had a panic attack in his bathroom right after. I just—I was so embarrassed and felt like I did something wrong.” She shook her head an

If girls could breathe fire, Chrissy would be doing it right now. “You didn’t do anything wrong! D-Did he check on you? Or apologize when you came out? Or acknowledge it?” She asked, grasping for straws, hoping she wasn’t wrong about Eddie Munson not being a complete dumbass.

Y/n shook her head as she opened her textbook. “Nope.”

Chrissy scoffed. “Well, you just wait. You owe me a party date and I’m cashing in. I’m dressing you up and you’re coming on Friday. Invite whoever you want, just please come. But I’m gonna make sure Eddie’s there—and Gareth. I’m gonna need his help…” She planned with a distance in her eye.

Y/n sent her a questioning look and couldn’t help but chuckle dryly when she heard her mumbling to herself, “The asshole’s gonna get real comfortable with tears by the time I’m through with him..”

Y/n could practically see the gears turning in her head as she tapped her chin with her pen. “Do you have hot girl clothes?” She asked genuinely, the question spurring a chortle from Y/n that she almost choked on.

Y/n dropped her jaw in mock offense, her shoulders shaking with silent giggles, Chrissy’s face softening and laughing with her. “You know what I mean, you’re always hot, but I can’t say I haven’t wondered if you share a closet with your dad and brother.” She said knowingly and nudged Y/n’s elbow with hers.

Y/n snorted, “Yes, I have hot girl clothes, but I’m not a skirt or dress wearer, is that a deal breaker?” She chuckled as she reached into her bag for her notebook, mirroring the movements of the students around them. Chrissy glanced around observently and followed along.

“Absolutely not, but I need to see more skin from you, capice? I’m gonna have to approve of it before. Oh! And make sure you come ready to… play some party games.” Chrissy flashed a shining smile at her friend and scanned her face in thought.

Y/n scrunched her brows at Chrissy. “Do you wanna come over tonight?”

Chrissy’s eyes grew wide in excitement. “Do I?! That’d be fantastic! I can have Jason drop me off after cheer!” She offered as she jotted down the heading of her paper. Y/n raised her brow at the mention of Chrissy’s boyfriend, who was hanging onto his relationship by a thread because of his delusions and constant fuckery.

Chrissy shook her head dismissively. “Oh, no, don’t worry—that’s not going on for much longer. But in the meantime I’m soaking up all the ass kissing, I deserve it for my troubles.” She shrugged before looking back down at her notebook.

Y/n looked at her in shock, her mouth still hanging open in an impressed smile. Chrissy glanced back up and giggled, “I’m finding I’m really good at planning revenge. It’s fun!” She chirped before making a list of supplies on the opposite page of her class notes.

Y/n smiled with quiet eagerness, all her emotions cushioned with the softness of the herb that still clouded her head. “Who do you think you’re gonna invite?” Chrissy asked.

Y/n didn’t have to think, “if I can get Sam to come down—I’ll have him come, and Robin and Steve of course. You mind if I ask Robin to hang out today too? I’m sure she’d love to be dressed up with us.” Y/n dropped to a whisper as the door shut and class officially began.

Chrissy nodded with wide eyes as Mr. Barker began his lecture.

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Eddie felt like he spent the whole day searching for Y/n, but alas, she was doing a good job at making herself scarce. He couldn’t help but think about their night over and over again, no matter how hard he tried to tune into the lectures. Everything came floating back to Y/n.

‘Does she even remember?’ He wondered.

‘Is she angry?’

‘Does she just want to forget it even happened?’

‘Did I make her cry?’

Gareth, Jeff, and Grant noticed the shift in Eddie’s behavior. He wasn’t mellow like he was when he popped the occasional pill or giggly when he came to school stoned. Eddie's face was hard. He bit the inside of his cheek in thought as the guys chatted about adjustments they’d made to some characters they were working on and what they got up to after Hellfire.

Gareth was the first to say something, the others looking between the two apprehensively. “Dude, what’s up with you today?” He asked quietly, everyone leaning in whether they knew it or not.

Eddie scoffed and brushed it off with a shrug, “What do you mean, man? Just tired.”

“Oh, was it a.. late night?” Gareth raised a suggestive eyebrow with a hopeful smile. Grant and Jeff’s faces lit up at the thought of Eddie leaving with Y/n with his arm slung over her shoulder, and later spying them leaned up on the side of the van together holding hands.

Eddie blushed when their kiss came to mind, the boys around him taking this as a confession and patting him on the back and ruffling the top of his curls. “Dude! What happened?”

“What’d you get up to?”

“We’ve been dying to know”

Eddie stuttered at the rapid fire questions, his grimace their indicator the night didn’t end well. “Oh no. What happened?” Gareth asked quietly as the boys ceased their congratulations.

Eddie sighed deeply. “Nothing, okay? Nothing happened.

The boys’ looked amongst each other unconvinced. “A-Are you sure? I mean you don’t have to kiss and tell, but I mean, you could at least confirm or deny.” Gareth shrugged.

Eddie shook his head sadly, “Nothing, man. We smoked, we watched a movie, I took her home.”

“Do you not want to kiss her? Cause it sure seems like she wants to kiss you.” Gareth shrugged.

Eddie took a breath to answer but then noticed Chrissy Cunningham walking straight towards him and his friends. “It doesn’t matter, man, just drop it.”

“But I s—“

“Isaiddropit!” He hissed as Chrissy stopped just behind Jeff and Grant.

“Uh, Eddie?” The boys jumped and clamored backwards against the lockers. “Could I talk to you?” She asked apprehensively.

Eddie nodded, having a feeling he was in trouble. “H-Yeah sure, what's up?” He asked, the back of his neck prickling with nervousness.

“Alone?” She nodded her head to the free space against the wall a few feet down. Eddie glanced at his friends and then nodded as he walked hurriedly.

He took a deep breath as the small blonde stopped in front of him. “S-So what’s—“

“I’m throwing a party this Friday at Jason’s, and I was hoping you’d wanna bring some stuff to sell there… and Gareth, too.” She said simply. Eddie looked surprised but nodded.

“Oh, okay. Yeah! I’m sure we can do that. But, uh, Carver?”

“Don’t worry about him. He’s agreed to play nice cause it’s my party, not his. Besides, he knows he’s on thin ice.” She scoffed. Eddie’s eyes widened, unsure of what to say in response to her revelation. “But you didn’t hear anything from me.” She shot back with a pointed finger at him.

Eddie raised his hands in surrender and zipped his lip. “I heard nothing.”

She nodded, a pleased smirk on her lips though she wasn’t particularly jazzed with his stupidity. Chrissy debated on saying something to Eddie on the subject, to ask him what his experience was last night but she knew that was a foul move to play in this kinda game. “So you’ll be there? At the party?” She asked.

Eddie sighed and looked at his shoes to think for a second. “Y/n will be there.” She offered. His eyes snapped back up to hers, noticing her knowing smile on her lips. His cheeks burned pink.

“Okay, yeah, I’ll be there, Chrissy.” He said, repressing a smile and rolling his eyes as he stepped back to rejoin his friends. She smiled, another phase of her plan crossed off the list. She couldn’t help but glance over to his awaiting group of friends, more importantly at the shaggy haired drummer that gazed at her longingly.

He jumped when he noticed her eyes on his, looking away rather indiscreetly. Chrissy giggled and kept her eyes on him as he nervously glanced back and forth between his friends and the pretty girl smiling at him.

Gareth’s cheeks flushed this time, trying to pay attention to Jeff asking Eddie the details of his conversation, when he heard a fast and high whistle come from Chrissy’s puckered lips. His head snapped to her again, finding her giggling in satisfaction before she winked at him on her way past, his eyes following her the whole way.

“I think it’s a freakin’ trap, Ed, how many times have you even spoken to Chrissy? You think her word is enough? Gareth, do you hear this? Gareth!” Grant elbowed the boy in his flannel clad side.

“Ouch! What?” He hissed, tearing his eyes off the cutest pink tennis skirt he’d ever seen.

“You think Eddie can trust Chrissy?” Jeff asked.

Eddie’s eyes only read annoyance as the bell rang. Everyone grabbed their bags and scattered in different directions. “For the record, yeah, I do.” Gareth mumbled only where Eddie could hear him as they walked shoulder to shoulder to their next class, Eddie cracking a smile in response.

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When lunch rolled around, Y/n opted to hang out in the art room, hunger not hitting her in a way food could satisfy. The art teacher left her the room to work in peace, leaving the door barely propped open as she went to lunch.

Y/n plopped down in the corner she preferred and dug out her sketchbook. She ran her finger over the edge of the rough parchment pages and flipped through the work she’d done thus far.

It started with hands—pages and pages of hands in various positions, then eventually noses and eyes covered the fronts and backs of the next 5 pages or so, flowers and botanical drawings coming in the next section. Y/n hadn’t truly thought of her work as art, just something to tune into when she needed the escape. To put her focus elsewhere.

She had a couple of sketches of Sam, some full length, some just his face scrunched theatrically for her to practice the ridges and shapes of the face when it expressed emotion. Another sketch was her father, his hand propped on his face and his round glasses set on his nose as he looked over the paper.

She drew a couple sketches on a page of her friends while they were drunk and high at a party, the lines a little sloppy and their features a bit big, though everyone loved them. She wondered why they hadn’t called. If they only thought of her as a good time.

She flipped through the few doodles she dotted the pages with during the couple weeks she sat at the house in solitude, no Sam, her dad away at work and only her tapes to keep her company. Most of them were minimal little things like lighters, stars, planets, pot leaves, clouds, and of course the moon and all its craterous glory.

Finally she hit the latest section, things that remind her of Eddie. She’d tiptoed around drawing him specifically to deny her obsession with him, especially on the off chance that he saw the book. But she’d managed to keep it all away from him so far without him noticing.

She drew some of his tattoos, some skulls, some with flames and some with flowers in their eyes, she doodled a couple joints and cigarettes, hands rolling up papers filled with hearts and stars, and of course she drew his guitars.

Today she decided to properly sketch him with his devilish smile, his curls extra bouncy and his bangs falling just right over his forehead. She fell frustrated when she couldn’t capture the right roundness of his eyes when the door creaked.

Y/n looked back with a jump, her brows drawing together when she saw Gareth easing in. “Hey, could I talk to you for a minute?”

Y/n nodded, closing her sketchbook before he could get too close. He sat in the seat next to hers, where Robin typically did. He sighed and glanced around the room, the pages adorning the walls and the plants Y/n sat next to. “S’nice place you got here.” He joked, resting his hands over his backpack that sat in his lap.

Y/n only cracked a smile.

Gareth cleared his throat and readjusted his seat, “Right, so, uh, I just wanted to ask if you knew what’s going on with Eddie.” He shrugged. Y/n met his eye for the first time and looked even more confused than she did when he came in.

“He didn’t say anything at all to you?” She asked, her arms crossed against her front. Her chest aches at the question, now more aware of her heart thudding away in her chest. Gareth only shook his head.

“No, but he seems really upset. I just didn’t know if something happened yesterday or if he said something to you—“

“I mean, something happened..” she muttered, bringing her knee up to her chest and picking at her shoe lace.

“Oh! Well, c-could you tell me?” He asked hopefully.

Y/n bit the inside of her lip and looked at the time, only 7 minutes left in the lunch period. She shrugged and sighed. “I kissed him, and he kissed me back and uh, then he stopped cause.. I got emotional... Asked if I wanted to watch a movie, so that’s what we did.” She shrugged again, her foot on the floor beginning to bounce as she confided in a boy she didn’t know.

His presence felt like Eddie’s, in the way that it was known there was a lack of judgement— it was safe.

Y/n didn’t mean to hiccup, but when she did she noticed the hot tears prickle at her eyes when she thought of the event being so embarrassing to Eddie he wouldn’t tell anyone, not even his very best friend. She pressed a hand to her mouth quickly to muffle her sob.

“Hey, hey, hey!” Gareth cooed, placing a friendly hand on her arm. “Maybe this is a whole misunderstanding, yeah? Listen, I’m not supposed to divulge any kind of information we share over a blunt, but I know the guys got it bad for you.” He mumbled.

Y/n hung on his every word. Hope brewed in her chest again though her pessimism raged on inside.

‘If he had it bad for me then he doesn’t anymore.’

“Eddie can’t share shit easily, so maybe give him a few days and he’ll be ready to talk. Especially if it’s you. Maybe by the party things will be okay again.” He offered.

Eddie walked to the bathroom, taking the route by the art room when he passed by the window Y/n typically sat by. His heart leapt when he noticed her occupying her seat, but then almost choked when he saw Gareth sitting next to her, with his hand on her.

Eddie couldn’t believe the sight, his chest hit with a pang that ran so deep it stung. Gareth had been his most loyal confidant from the first day they were friends. He couldn’t bear to look longer than a second, darting past the door and into the bathroom.

‘Why was he so close?’

‘Why was he looking at her like that?’

‘Why was he touching her?’

What he would give to see her face in that moment, to hear what they had to say. Eddie sat in the stall for the next half hour pressing his fists into his eyes in effort to stop the tears that wouldn’t fail to come.

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The next period, Gareth entered the classroom in a tizzy after failing to find Eddie. He’d been searching since leaving the art room, promising Y/n he’d be sure to let her know if he hears anything from Eddie.

He was relieved when he saw his friend was already at their table, scribbling away in his notebook he used for DM’ing. Gareth sat down with a sigh. “Dude, I was looking everywhere for you.”

Eddie scoffed bitterly without looking up at him. “Yeah, sure looked like it.”

Gareth kept his best face as he settled in his space, his brows flinching before he responded, “What?”

“I was looking for you too.” He lied. “Saw you were busy in the art room.” Is all he said.

Gareth froze, “Oh. Well, I saw Y/n and asked if she’d seen you.” He shrugged. Eddie wanted to press further but chose not to, opting to nod his head.

Gareth sighed and leaned over to Eddie. “Man, she’s really upset.. I dunno what’s up with you. But maybe you should—“

“Don’t worry about what I should do, Gareth— just leave it alone.” Eddie urged, anger covering his embarrassment well. Gareth flinched away and nodded with red cheeks.

“Oh. I’m-I’m sorry, man. I just thought you liked her—“

“I do, so keep your hands to yourself.” He hissed.

Gareth looked shocked at this. “Maybe I would if she didn’t need comfort. She’s upset, Eddie, like I said.” He huffed, opening his textbook with more intensity than necessary.

Eddie sat dumbfounded. Was she crying? Had she been upset because of last night or because things were weird today? Or maybe something happened at home?

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Eddie stood by his van, waiting for Y/n after school. He skipped his last class, opting to hotbox the van before he had to face Y/n again. She came out at the back of the herd pushing through the doors, arm in arm with Chrissy. They paused, Chrissy resting her hands on Y/n’s shoulders and giving her some sort of a run down, looking very assuring.

Yeah, there’s no way they hadn’t spoken about it.

Eddie sighed, looking down at his shoes in embarrassment until he heard footsteps approaching. Her scarf wasn’t wrapped around her neck like it was this morning, but she had just slipped her hat back on down over her ears. Her hands were stuffed in the pockets of her coat, her nose and cheeks a burning red from the cold wind nipping at her.

Eddie cracked a smile as she stopped a couple feet in front of him. She offered a kind smile in return, the boy unable to stop charming her for 5 seconds. “You, uh, need a ride?” He asked feebly, like using a stick to measure the depth of murky waters.

She chuckled dryly and nodded, “Sure, why not.”

His heart sank. Nodding, he walked around the front of the van with her trailing behind him, opening and closing the door for her in silence. Eddie didn’t run back around the front of the van like he normally did, something Y/n took notice of, a similar pang to Eddie’s thudded in her chest.

He climbed into the van with a sigh and shut the door firmly behind him. He looked at her with a tight smile, words he wanted to say tangled at the dam of his lips.

Silently, he pulled the van out of the parking lot, his lips twitching when he glanced at Y/n, turned away from him to gaze out the window. He took a quiet and slow breath, refraining from sighing for the thousandth time today.

Y/n reached into her pocket and pulled out the joint she had been saving. She finally willed herself to look over at him, holding it between them like an olive branch. Eddie glanced between her and the joint before his face melted into a real smile.

“Read my mind.” He chuckled, reaching into his pocket for his lighter while he kept his eyes on the road. He held it out to her, smiling when she took it without hesitance, her fingers brushing his.

He sat at a stop sign and watched her light it, leaning forward for discretion. The cold air only amplified the amount of smoke that came billowing out of her mouth and nose, the sight sending his jaw clenching. She reached over to hand him the lighter back, their hands brushing again, and then again when she handed over the joint.

He mumbled his thanks around the filter as he turned the van again, finally on the main road. “So, uh, I couldn’t find you at lunch.. you okay?” He asked.

“Oh, I just—finished some sketches for art. I’m hoping next semester I can apply for studio art, have more freedom, you know?” She told the half truth.

Eddie’s brows scrunched. She’d never mentioned much about art. She didn’t have any of it hung up anywhere, but she did have a lot of notebooks and pencils. Is that what she was worried about at lunch? Is that what Gareth was talking to her about? Consoling her worries instead of him?

“Oh. Yeah.” He said dejectedly. “I didn’t know you draw.”

Y/n’s throat tensed. “Here and there. Just something I like to do to keep my mind off things.” She brushed it off. She wasn’t a fan of explaining her love for art, everyone always bringing up art careers coming few and far between when she has no interest in monetizing her hobby. Plus it always came with someone asking to see her work, which she wasn’t keen on doing, almost ever.

Eddie nodded in understanding though his mind was running wild. He knew studio art was for the cream of the crop art students, most of the AP projects that decorated the room came from that class. He knew it wasn’t an easy feat to make, so he couldn’t help but wonder what was inside her notebook she seemed to always have, whether it be in her bag or on her desk.

“Is Gareth trying for studio art too?” He grumbled as he pulled up to her house. Y/n shot him a look as he puffed on the joint heavily, quickly filling the cab up with smoke.

Y/n scoffed as he handed it back, distrust filling her eyes. “What?”

“Nothing— forget I said anything.” He mumbled, his eyes on the dash being pulled a million miles away. Y/n sighed before she took a drag.

“No! You can’t just say that, it’s not fair—what did you say?” She questioned further, her inner rage and the weed making her courageous as she turned to him and crossed her arms in front of her, her face etching into one Eddie hadn’t seen from her yet.

He sighed and leaned his head back against the seat with a thump. “I said forget it, please!” He urged.

Y/n flinched back slightly as he raised his voice. Her eyes glazed over at the flip of a switch, her emotions powering down in defense. She sighed once more and nodded, taking two more hits and handing to him.

Eddie sighed softly in relief as he brought the joint to his lips, about to apologize for his outburst when he heard her car door pop open and she hopped out, grabbing her bag stiffly and shutting the door. His eyes bulged out of his head as she hurried across her yard.

“Hey!” He hollered as he clammored out of the van, halting the girl in her steps as she blinked away the tears before turning to him.

“Wha—Can we talk?” He asked. Y/n’s jaw dropped in shock before her face morphed into amusement.

“About what?” She crossed her arms over her chest, daring him to bring it up. If he did, she’d be happy to listen. To invite him inside, or climb back in the van with him. He just had to ask.

Eddie stood, trying to calculate his next move, when he couldn’t make the words come out of his mouth. He stood stuttering for a minute before he rubbed the back of his neck and managed, “I-I’m sorry, Y/n.”

Y/n scoffed in disbelief. She thought Eddie to be braver than this. “For what?” She pressed.

Eddie looked at her like an embarrassed child, as if the next words from his mouth would be ‘Mom, do I have to?’

She waited a second longer before turning on her heel and booking it into the house. Eddie watched wordlessly, the words screaming in his head unable to find their way out of his mouth.

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Chrissy showed up about thirty minutes after Eddie left, taking note of her friend's puffy eyes and the smell of weed and cigarettes permeating her room. The scent almost knocked Chrissy back a bit, though she quickly settled into it, noticing when Y/n shoved a window open and turned on her fan.

“How was the ride home?” Chrissy asked gently as Y/n walked over to the closet. She shoved open the accordion doors and scoffed in response. “That bad, huh?” Chrissy asked with a bit lip.

Y/n flopped onto her bed and groaned. “He gave me a half ass apology that he couldn’t even give me an explanation for. It looked literally painful for him.” She shook her head in disbelief, wondering what else she was wrong about with him.

Chrissy sighed and leaned over on her side to be almost eye level with Y/n on the bed. “Boys are really bad at apologizing. It probably is painful for them to admit being wrong. But the fact he tried says a lot..Jason never apologizes unless I practically force him..” she shrugged.

Y/n nodded. “Y’know, Eddie agreed to come to the party because I told him you’d be there.” Chrissy mentioned. Y/n’s eyes flickered to Chrissy’s, who nodded insistently with a smile. “In all honesty, he reminds me of a scared little kid.” Chrissy whispered.

“I feel like a scared little kid.” Y/n responded just as quietly. Chrissy smiled warmly.

“I know, honey. You look like one too.” She joked, Y/n finally cracking a smile before rolling her eyes and sitting up.

“Alright, here’s my hot girl clothes, jeans are in there.” Y/n said, pointing to the closet and then the chest of drawers in her room as Chrissy hopped up excitedly.

“Is Robin coming?” Chrissy asked as she pushed the hangers to one side.

“Yeah, she’s coming after work in an hour. I think she’s bringing Steve for a man’s opinion.”

“Even better!” She chirped, pulling a couple tops from the closet Y/n inherited from her old friends when they’d dress her up. They were mostly cropped tops that showed more chest and back than she normally did.

“Eddie isn’t gonna have any idea what hit ‘em.” Chrissy scoffed with malice, laying out the tops on the bed, and putting a finger to her lip. “Are skirts really out of the question? Because hear me out; fishnets? One of these tops? Some denim maybe? I have a few you could try!” She said with wide pleasing eyes. “Maybe you could wear your cutest little high tops?” She batted her eyelashes at her fashionably modest friend.

Y/n blushed and bit the inside of her cheek at the picture Chrissy was painting in her mind's eye. “Oh, c’mon, let me make you into the edgy girl I’ll never get to dress like! Let me live my dreams through you, pretty please!” Chrissy clasped her hands in a prayer with a pout, giving her friend a giggle before nodding sheepishly.

Chrissy squealed in delight before gushing about jewelry, successfully steering her friend’s head away from the impending party that would certainly be memorable.

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Heylo! I enjoyed your questions, so here are some for you :)

Are you a baker? A few years ago I was really into it, I bought recipe books and I’d make my family treats almost every week. It was an obsession—I tried out cookies and pies and cakes and biscuits. My aunt was a huge inspiration, she has an at home business and she sells a type of cake and she’s been going for years! She also loves baking with a passion, she’s always making treats for us to try and coming up with recipes in her head (that’s so crazy to me, can you imagine?). Her trifles and meringues are something else.

Have you ever been drawn to another language? I find Japanese to be a really beautiful language, I love the way it sounds and flows. (Yes, unfortunately the obsession did come from watching anime, but I think I can be forgiven for that.)

What’s your favorite flower? I ask this knowing it’s very very hard for me to answer because I always switch it up, but I’m always obsessed with daises and lilies of the valley! Also tulips (and plumerias and hydrangeas…) BUT I absolutely despise foxgloves, they give me the creeps😭

Oh, these are SO fun. Thank you!!

Your aunt sounds INCREDIBLE. I love cakes. I love anything sweet actually, so I would have thrived living with you 🤣 I can bake, but quite basic iygm? Like I am actually v good at cakes but I’m a recipe gal, I do not have the creativity to make something up! I hated cookery lessons at school because they were like make up a fun recipe for X and I was like … can’t u give me one and I’ll produce it? My grandmother was an incredible baker and my godmother makes the most divine lemon meringue pie. I usually bake something once a fortnight for me and my partner, but he prefers flapjack and cookies to chocolate brownies and lemon drizzle cake, which are my jam 🤤

Ooh, I do know what you mean about Japanese! I’ve always loved to see it written down. I studied French and German at school and did German at university. I’m very, very rusty now - I wish I had kept the German up. Frustratingly enough, I was very close to fluent and I didn’t realise how quickly I would lose it. I can still read some German and I could probs navigate myself pretty well around the country if needed. Maybe I should try again - I loved speaking it. And I’ve always been drawn to Russian, for as long as I can remember, but without a proper teacher I haven’t been able to pick it up. I spent hours on duolingo a few summers ago trying to get my head around the alphabet to no avail 😢 there’s a prime window for language learning and I’ve well and truly passed it!

My favourite flowers are tulips! I love the colours and the time of year I associate them with (I think we would get along like a house on fire and live very happily with sweet treats and pretty flowers in vases and no foxgloves in the garden as they have always freaked me out as well. Poisonous flowers always stress me out and foxgloves look ghastly!) When I got married, I had the most beautiful memory lane roses in my bouquet that are another favourite. I also love love love trailing greenery and cheeseplant leaves. There’s something about that deep vivid green?? Idk. I don’t like lilies as the smell reminds me of funerals, but I think they’re soooo pretty to look at

These questions were so fun to answer! Thank you so much 🤍

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03x03 - Brownie Points

TW: Discussion of child abuse and race in the terms of the mid-80s when this was written and filmed.

June and Taffy watch a prostitute, Shirley, attempt to pick up customers on a street corner. So far they've seen two slow down before driving off with her flicking them the V's. June goes to speak to her and warns her she risks arrest. "Home to bed for you." "What do you think I've been trying to do for the last 6 bleedin' hours?!" As June returns to the car, a man in a van slows down. "'Ello darlin' you looking for company?" June turns round and the man drives off at speed when he sees she's a police officer.

"I've just been accosted by a kerb crawler." she chuckles, getting back in the car. The official name for the operation is "Operation Tom."

Nick stops a posh gentleman in a red light district after spotting his car circling three times. He claims he's lost. "Would you like us to phone your wife and ask her to look up directions for you?" Nick asks with the man blustering and very quickly remembering he knows where he's going. Funny that.

Bob is stuck in CAD still and is not happy, twirling in his chair. "It's like being stuck in a wheelchair." Dinesh tries to send Nick to an all-night party that is still going on. He answers back smartly until Bob cuts in and tell him to just go. "Don't let them mess you about!"

Nick and Viv attend the all-night party and invite themselves in to talk to the residents who night shift already visited earlier. "All people do around here is complain. If we want a party we have a party." The female resident snaps, ordering her daughter back inside her bedroom. "All we're asking for is a bit of consideration for others." Nick says pointedly before they leave. Mrs. Baker, the neighbour who has been ringing the station comes out and explains she hasn't just been complaining about the music. Natalie, the daughter, has been screaming and crying at all hours of the day and night for months. Viv asks if she's heard what has been going on and Mrs Baker says that the mother is beating the girl. She hasn't seen her but hears it and the girl is covered in bruises. She feels guilty for not reporting it sooner. As Viv returns to the car, the music starts up again.

Brian Kite speaks to Brownlow, telling him he didn't have to come in early as he had everything in hand. Brownlow spots three issues and urges him to hurry up the operation to discourage the red light district near the market as the DAC is due to visit that afternoon. He literally tells him to shift them onto another Super's patch. 🤣 He doesn't want someone important nicked for kerb crawling as it would be very embarrassing. Kite reminds him they have a Brownie troop visiting at the same time. He didn't move or cancel them because the DAC is very keen on community involvement and Kite thought it would be a good idea for him to see them. He then tells Charles he's replaced his coffee cups as he leaves because the old ones were grubby. Proper little 'apple for school teacher!' suck up.

Taffy is studying for promotion and keeps asking other officers to test him. At the same time he moans about the new staff in the canteen as one keeps showing attitude and turning her back on officers. "Thanks love, sorry for the inconvenience." he drawls with the woman rolling her eyes at him. Tom tells Jim he's not in CID yet so can still sit with his mates. "No thanks, Sarge. My social worker always told me to keep away from policemen!"

Viv tells Yorkie that Natalie's face was bruised when she saw her and her eye was puffed up. Yorkie tells her it's not the first time and the school has also reported her bruises. Natalie is already known to the relevant agencies and Yorkie will follow it up again with the new information as the estate is on his ground.

Reg reports to Tom that he's been nominated as Federation Rep by a couple of officers on the night shift. He wanted Tom to be the first to know because he thinks he and Tom have a lot in common. "I wouldn't have said that, Hollis." " Course you wouldn't, Sarge. You're too modest." "...Bloody hell."

Charles keeps fussing around the station and checking noticeboards. He tells Tom that he's seen far too many police officers and wants them 'sending out' before the DAC arrives. "Especially the troublemakers!" Charles tells him that Reg was the only nomination for Fed Rep and if the rest of them are "too apathetic to apply for the job they must accept the consequences. That's democracy."

Nick can't believe that no one else has applied. Alec tells him nominations don't close till midday so he can still stand himself. "Me, Federation Rep? No thanks!" Taffy claims it'd interfere with his studies. Alec claims that they need someone who can stand up to the bosses and who has a bit of nouse so they can get what they need across. He adds that women always do well as Fed Rep and that June is the ideal person. Nick claims there's no such thing as female PC's, they're just men in drag.

Yorkie finds Youth And Community are aware there is a multi-agency conference about Natalie Winston happening that day but they're not attending as her Y&C caseworker is on holiday. Yorkie asks for permission to attend. Tom says no as it's Y&C's fault if they don't attend on behalf of the police and he's already light on officers due to Operation Tom. Brian gives permission as community liaison is part of their job and Yorkie has knowledge of the case. He tells Tom to make sure that Y&C know it's just a one off.

Reg tells Nick and Taffy, who are cleaning the yard before the DAC arrives that the request is a misuse of manpower and they shouldn't have been asked to do it. Reg is smug and is adamant he's already got the position as Fed Rep, purely because there's no competition. "I seem to have emerged." Nick tells him that June has also been nominated. "She's only a woman." Reg scoffs. In the ladies toilets, Viv tells June she would make a good Fed Rep because she has the right experience and it'd do her good and she's a shoo-in against Reg. "Besides, it'd give you an interest." "Just because I'm not husband hunting or shag happy does not mean I need an interest!" June snaps. "I'm a perfectly normal woman! I enjoy my job and then I go home and mind my bloody business!"

Alec is at his top wind-up best when Kite seems to ask if he's ready for the DAC to arrive. He suggests Alec brush up on how PACE is affecting his job as Custody Officer. Alec smiles that the DAC can have his opinion on PACE if he wants it. "PACE is a pain in the neck and the only thing I don't have to write down now is how often a prisoner farts." Kite is not amused claiming that Sun Hill must be seen as a "efficient, flexible and forward-looking. No room for Ned Ludd [who Luddites named their movement after] here."

Yorkie asks Robin to do a couple of checks for him on the background of Natalie's mum and her boyfriend who live on Lexford Square. He tells Bob that the CAD room looks great. "Yeah, till someone pulls the plug."

Tom tells Viv DAC Wainwright is worse than an auditor, he pounces on anything and everything to pull up as problems so wants her to go through the lost/found books and make sure everything is entered correctly. Ken, Taffy and Nick are directed to check the property store to ensure everything is in order and correctly labeled. Viv is told to make sure the commissioner's face isn't on the dartboard.

Roy returns after his 'bloody awful' leave.

Tom and Bob warn Roy of the DAC's impending visit and that a particular street has been under 'Operation Tom' all week so not to seek an escape there. Brian asks Roy how his leave has been and Roy poshes-up his accent a little. "Superb, thanks Brian." He tells Brian that he doesn't want a particular 'tom' arrested because she's a CID informant. "I didn't ask for a lecture, just a favour." When Brian launches into a long-winded explanation of why he can't help.

Ted is irritated they didn't get advance notice of Natalie's case and claims Youth and Community do not keep their end of the 'bargain'. Roy asks what the issue is as it's him who'll have to attend, not Ted. Ted claims it's the principle, and without notice they can't get cover. "Life was a damn sight easier when Social Services weren't able to bury their dead!" he snaps, every word overheard by Brownlow on a call to Roy to ask him to look after the DAC. "Acting DI Roach" is going to attend the conference with Yorkie. Ted has three cases that all want his undivided attention. "And now you've got a couple of hours listening to so-called experts talking a load of cobblers!" Roy warns him to keep his ears open and mouth schtum. Mike had sent Jim to get him a coffee and Ted steals it from Jim just as he's about to enter CID and takes it with him.😂

Jim is sent to the Red Light district where Operation Tom is happening to warn one of Roy's best snouts, Janice, to make herself scarse so she doesn't get arrested. Roy warns him to be careful near her! She's a handful!

Reg does his best to speak to all uniform, telling them he and Brownlow are on the same level and he has a special way with him. June on the other hand is depressed about how she comes across and why people make assumptions about her having the time to take on Fed Rep responsibilities. "June Ackland, aged 30. Married to the job, good old sexless dependable June." She sighs to Alec who wraps his arm around her. "Let Hollis do it, let us all have a laugh."

Ted moans about Social Services not doing their job and that they shouldn't be let loose as Social Workers unless they've got kids of their own as 'wet nose kids fresh from uni know nothing!' Yorkie claims the case workers have a load of about 80-90 kids each that they're concerned about. "Concern is no good unless they let us do something about it!" Ted growls.

The Brownie Pack arrives and Tom tries to offload them onto Inspector Kite who informs him that he is tasked to show the Brownies around. Brian is literally running his hand over everything including door frames to make sure they're spick and span. He tells Ken to keep a watch for the DAC on the back door, radio in when he spots him, and then not allow anyone into the station for an hour. Ken does exactly that, saluting the DAC's car as he drives into the yard.

Unfortunately, Natalie's mum and stepfather have no previous for which they've been caught so the police are on a backstep. The social worker doesn't think CID involvement is necessary. Ted disagrees 'in light of the injuries'. "Let's keep an open mind about that, shall we?" Natalie and her mum were moved onto the estate 12m previously as part of the council's attempt to create a better 'ethnic mix'. The council worker claims that the prejudice and hostility that Tara Wilson was subjected to created a lot of stress. Tara attended 1 psychiatric consultation 6 months ago and the psychiatrist claims she is a classic example of repeating what she learnt from her own childhood - no love of warmth shown to her so she is the same for Natalie.

In Brownlow's office, Brian and Charles try to charm the DAC, showing him the official figures - which impresses him.

Jim drives around and spots Roy's snout. He shouts she has a message from DI Galloway whilst showing her his warrant card. 🤦‍♀️ She gets into his car to discuss it and he tells her to keep out of sight - as Nick and Taffy stop them. "I'll have the kerbcrawler, Taff. You can have the Tom." Jim asks them not to spread it around because she is a snout. They promise they won't but continue to tease him. "You dirty little bleeder."

Yorkie notices Ted scribbling away so looks at his notepad...

He's drawing Ms Blake, a council official he has had previous with. The psychiatrist claims that the best way for Natalie's mother to learn to become a mother is through "a therapeutic relationship with her Social Worker within the family structure." Ted claims that Natalie's mother has the morals of a pole cat, the boyfriend won't stick around, and that Natalie was seen bruised and swollen just that morning by a police officer, "Here we go, typical intelligent response, nick 'em and bin 'em!" Ms Blake glares across at Ted. "Well, it's better than pontificating over a corpse." Ted responds.

The Brownies are excited after being in a cell and are shouting. Tom and Alec watch as the leader simply lifts her arm and the Brownies shut up immediately and do the same. "... I must try that at Parade!"

Alec riles them again by taking them off to get fingerprints done.

Ted asks if the meeting is about Natalie's best interests or not. The social worker agrees that it is, but they have to work out if the evidence is strong enough to warrant her removal from her mother's care. Ted points out they have the police evidence in their files and that the neighbour, who is the same race as Natalie and her mother - will testify. Ms Blake snaps sarcastically that the neighbour is 'what's known as a coconut, love. She's black on the outside and white in the middle.' The health visitor claims she is only there to see the baby who is healthy and well cared for and frankly she'd be unhappy if the case was allowed to undermine the work that the health service has done on the estate. Ted remarks that they'll likely have to carry Natalie out in a coffin to keep tarts and drug pushers happy. One of the women shouts at Ted for being ignorant and tells him that her case workers are assaulted, threatened and spat at every day as they work to keep families together and all 'these bastards [the police] want to do is take the easy way out.' She physically strikes Ted's shoulder in her frustration and throws his notepad at him as she tells him she's sick of him.

The DAC, Brownlow and Inspector Kite walk into custody as Alec and Tom are taking the girl's handprints. Tom sees his chance and holds his hand in the air which makes the girls shut up and do the same. Without realising they're there because Tom hasn't verbally warned or alerted him, Alec coats his hand in fingerprint ink too. The DAC shakes Alec's hand once he's been introduced, transferring the ink to his hand. The DAC is thankfully amused and speaks to the girls.

The education welfare officer claims that his department is receiving reports that teachers wouldn't even look twice at 15 years ago. He claims he can't be sure Natalie's injuries are not non-accidental. The headteacher snarkily claims 'he is the expert and she is just a humble headteacher', but she says the injuries are too frequent and too bad to be accidental. She can't understand why it's being allowed to continue. Ms Blake claims progress has been made and that the headteacher clearly doesn't understand the pressure of poverty on Natalie's mother. "She's inadequate. She's at risk and should be removed." "Here here!" adds Yorkie.

Shirley tells June she's a cow after she arrests her after she has ignored two warnings. "Only a cow, Shirley? You usually manage better than that." "If I had AIDS I'd spit in your face." Shirley adds.

The social worker claims that there has been some overreacting recently by Social Services where they have removed children into care that was found not to be strictly necessary and that in removing the child they destroyed families. He insists they need to establish that Natalie's injuries are serious enough to obtain a full care order which, in his opinion, they are not. He suggests Natalie be placed on the at-risk register. The other option is a place of safety order that would temporarily remove her whilst the case is looked into. Police and Education vote for a place of safety order. Everyone else votes for Natalie to be added to the at-risk register. The Social Worker ends the conference, saying Natalie is to be added to the at risk register. The headteacher tells Ted that Natalie is being systematically beaten and begs him to do something. Ted repeats that they can 'nick 'em and bin 'em' like Ms Blake said and he's on his way to do exactly that.

Two prostitutes (One played by Lorraine Ashbourne) are arrested after the police spot them speaking to lone men in cars. They claim they're not regulars and are on an away day from Doncaster to try and raise some money and won't be able to use their tickets the next day. They ask if they can at least contact their mum as she'll be worried when they don't return home. As they're loaded into the van they recognise Nick Shaw. "See you later maybe." One winks before Nick quickly explains they went to the same school.

DAC Wainwright is impressed that the station has had a new lick of paint and Kite claims it's to keep things fresh and boost officers' morale. He asks to meet the Fed Rep and Kite tries to tell him the truth but Charles speaks over him and tells him that it's PC Reg Hollis, newly elected that morning and unopposed. Reg tells the DAC that he's worried about stress and that the year before 200 officers left the MET because of the stress of the job and they're still in the dark ages because M&S staff get better care than they do - without having petrol bombs thrown at them.

Ken stops the van from Operation Tom from entering the station and recommends going for a drive around until the DAC leaves because 'he's had his orders'. They park up down a side street. "What are we supposed to do?" Nick asks. "Open a mobile brothel?" Taffy suggests.

Roy comes downstairs to see where the DAC is because he's been waiting upstairs for an hour. Brian tells him he's still in talking with Reg and they've had to cut 1-2 items because his time is limited. "You could have come up and told me that!" Ted interrupts and tells Roy he wants a Place Of Safety order for Natalie as Social Services are doing sod all and Natalie is being beaten to a pulp. Roy agrees to have a look at the case with him.

The DAC goes into CAD and asks Bob if he's had any problems. Bob claims it's been nothing they can't handle. The DAC says he admires men like Bob who have been in the service a long time but are still soaking up the new tech and objectives. They run into the Brownie Pack again. Charles leads towards the rec room at the suggestion of the DAC who goes off with Brian to continue the tour.

One of the girls from Doncaster who is stuck in the back of the van with June, Nick and the others, says she needs a wee. Shirley tells her to just pee on the seats - she's going to do it too in a minute. She then suggests a singsong and says Taffy should be good at singing because he's Welsh. Taffy says he only sings in the bath. "Well you better get your rubber duck out then!"

Roy and Ted approach the Winston's flat with a uniformed officer. Roy tries to speak to Natalie's mum and explain that they're there to talk about Natalie. Mrs Winston shouts that they're not and throws something through the glass of the door that makes it shatter over Roy (genuinely think some of the glass hits John tbf). Ted jumps at the chance and breaks the rest of the glass in the door, forcing it open. He charges inside to arrest Mrs Winston whilst she shouts and swears at them. Roy goes to comfort Natalie before lifting her up and carrying her out with the uniformed officer bringing the baby and Ted escorting a protesting Mrs Winston out.

The DAC finally leaves, telling Brian he runs a tight ship and that his efforts are fully noted. Brian looks smug. The DAC drives straight past the van full of officers and prostitutes singing 10 green bottles 🤣 Finally the van pulls into the yard with its occupants still singing, just as Natalie and her little brother are taken into the police station.

Reg tells June that someone told him she was standing for Fed Rep and asks if she changed her mind. Tired, she tells him she did. Reg shrugs smugly. "Oh well, woman's prerogative" Roy asks June to sit with Natalie until Social Services arrives.

Finally, with the DAC gone and the higher-up ranks back upstairs, the station can breathe again. Uniform mocks Jim about being 'caught with a prostitute'. Tom laughs and tries the trick he learned from the Brownie leader and sticks his hand in the air to stop them. It doesn't work!🤣 As the officers continue down a corridor still singing in the background, a bruised Natalie can be seen and heard asking June where her mummy is.

[mrkis]

So I have this story I want to share cause sometimes and opinion from a "stranger" can be more helpful. 😅

Basically, yesterday I received a message from an ex-colleague of mine (havent seen/talked to him in over 2 years). I had shared a funny real about "manifesting a sugar daddy" this year and he reacted to it and then asked if I find one to ask him where he can find a sugar mama, and I totally jumped on his joke and replied, however, I didnt expect for any further communication but man did he keep going. He kinda started flirting to which I started hyperventilating cause I havent spoken to him in years and it was all happening so damn fast..😵‍💫 He started complimenting me and saying I have what it takes to catch a guy's attention, that I cook well and its a full package deal (I have brought pancakes and brownie at work before and he has eaten it). And it was both flatering but also confusing. As you can tell he was making a move on me and was very clear with his intention for a hook up, cause he kept saying how he wouldnt turn me down if I asked and what not.

The crazy part comes here - he asked me how long has it been for me since the last time I had sex since I told him I dont do hook ups and I kinda lied and said that its been 5 years since I have been single for this long, but the thing is I actually still have my V card at age 25 ... 🫣 I have some experience, like I have went 2nd base with my ex (no blowjob tho) but still back then I didnt feel comfortable with him to go all the way so nothing ever really happened.

Dont get me wrong, Im not ashamed of being a virgin, but I am tired of the fear of admitting it to dudes, cause society has made it to be a bad thing when its not. Anyway, you can imagine how shocked he was at that and he even asked if at least I "help myself with the stress" and obviously I do, so there is that, but despite me saying I cant do one night stands because of this moral boundary he kinda kept going on how I should try it at least so that I dont regret it later in life and mentioned he wanted to "make me an offer". To that I said he is kinda late, cause well we dont even live in the same city anymore (I moved) and I also said that we can meet up for coffee but I cant give him what he wants from me. He was respectful of it, thank god, but my brain is my own villain. I now overthink shit and feel like I made a good and bad decision at once, cause horny me really wants to have sex and mind you I have always been sexually attracted to him. I had a crush on him for a month back in 2020 which was awoken because of a sex dream I had. I think he also had a crush on me later that year cause he kinda sorta asked me out to dinner during work but I thought it was a joke and reacted to it like a fucking loser (in my defense I was also on a call with a client /call center job). So we do have history, I also think we've always had this sexual energy and frustration but neither acted on it until well yesterday.

Moral me is saying I did the right choice, cause I want my first time to be with someone special and to mean sth, not be a hook up. Horny me is mad cause I was basically offered dick on a silver plate and said no ... 😩🙃

Sorry to drop this on you Cas, but I feel so comfortable sharing this with you 😅 I guess this blog is my safety place in so many aspects. ❤️

Also, how you doing, lovely? ❤️

for starters, his approach was kinda odd straight off the bat. don’t get me wrong, i’ve had conversations with people i haven’t talked to in awhile abt random shit and joked around with memes and whatnot, but the fact that you haven’t spoken in two years and he went into this conversation asking such personal questions rubs me the wrong way completely.

compliments are great, sometimes you cant go wrong with them and they do make you feel great, but the fact he was complimenting you just for a potential hookup is where it gets gross. there was…. no need, whatsoever. it shocks me how he was moving the conversation so fast lmao.

him asking abt the last time you’ve had sex is so…. eh. ew. sorry. it is. like, he doesn’t need to know this!!! at all!!! and it’s completely ok to be a virgin at whatever age. society shouldn’t shame people who are, it’s so silly. it has nothing to do with them. you shouldn’t be afraid of admitting it either, but of course that’s easier said than done. but trust me when i say that people (men, in your case) actually don’t give a shit abt whether you’re a virgin or not. you may think they do due to how society treats it, but they do not care. before i lost my virginity and was talking to this guy i liked, i had to admit that i was a virgin because i was scared of our relationship going further and that he might expect something from me. and he just looked at me like 🤨 and went “that’s ok? idc, it doesn’t bother me”. they don’t care! i promise! and if they do, they can go fuck themselves

“help yourself with the stress” what are these questions he’s asking😐 im so baffled rn. truly. this is unbelievable. and hold on….. tf does he mean abt “you might regret it later in life”??? what??? not experiencing a one-night stand??? tf??? why would he think you might regret something like that when you’ve made it perfectly clear you’re not into stuff like that🤨 crazy fucking behaviour.

personally, i think you made a good decision. because even though that turned on, horny side of you is wanting to have sex, that’s not exactly the real you, yk? you, normally, just wants to wait for that special someone that you connect with and that’s completely ok. you can wait for as long as you please. you control it. nobody else, please remember that.

and don’t feel sorry abt dropping this on me. i’m happy i can be some sort of safe space. you, and anyone else who is comfortable, can always come to me and vent/rant. i truly don’t mind. i’m all ears🖤

and i’m ok!!! i’ve been in my head recently and overthinking my own stuff and putting myself in bad moods but that’s my fault completely😭 i’m hoping that this new therapist i’m getting will be of help because when i get comfortable, they’re gonna hear some shit😭😭

[steele-soulmate]

Tattooed Wings, CHAPTER 549, Peter Steele & OFC, Soulmate AU

SUMMARY: Mary Claire Bradley meets her soulmate- literally- the famous Peter Steele of metal group Type O Negative. But will obstacles including trauma, stalkers, and toxic family members get in the way of their life?

WARNING: mentions of child rape (nothing graphic) PTSD, milk kink, soft smut, grinding, assault, fingering, hand jobs, blow jobs, 69, P in V sex, blood, noncon rape, violence, death, vandalism, graffiti, attempted kidnapping, break-ins, wild animal attacks, terrorist attack (sabotage) consensual impregnation, bareback, impregnation kink, creampies, terrorist attacks (shootings) hit and run pedestrian accident, precipitous labor, neonatal death, abandoned baby

WORDS: 1136

“And… TADA! What do you think?”

“I like it!” Katie grinned, her reflection smiling and happy as she combed her fingers through her freshly chopped hair. “I never knew that my hair was curly!”

“The weight of your hair weighed it down and made it appear more wavy at times.”

“Thank you, Sally!” Katie surprised her by wrapping her arms snuggly around the hair stylist.

“Oh, you’re welcome, sweetheart!” Sally chuckled, embracing the sweet child tightly to her. “You are such a joy!”

“I can only try,” she shrugged as Peter enter the salon, his card in hand as he waited for Sally to come up and accept his offered method of payment.

“Oh my great goodness me, you are tall!” Sally commented, accepting his card and quickly securing the payment, handing him back his card and offering him the receipt. I in turn, handed her a ten dollar bill as tip, before accepting Katie’s hand and the two of us joining Peter as he led the way out to his car.

He had traded in his lovingly used minivan for a spacious Nissan NV 3500, which had three rows of seating directly behind the driver’s and passenger’s seat, the first two rows seating three and the last row seating four. My massively sized husband had to do a little bit of modification to make the driver’s seat roomy enough for him to drive comfortably, and had purchased the vehicle in (surprise, surprise) a lovely majestic green. I had asked him if his man card was the teeniest bit wounded at him not driving a true manly man car.

His response?

“Sweetheart, the family Doom Buggy 3.0™ is plenty a ‘manly man’ car- it’s the car that will be used to transport my family to school, to doctor’s appointments, to play dates and on roadside adventures.”

My only response was to sink to my knees and slowly inhale his impressive length, being rewarded with a bellowed explicit curse.

“Sweetheart.” Peter opened the passenger door, lifting me up into the seat, pressing a whiskery kiss to my temple before buckling me in and shutting the door, where he then helped Katie into the car before looping around and getting into the driver’s seat. “All aboard!”

“Wheeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!” cheered Baby Tommy, clapping his hands as his daddy smoothly pulled out from his parking place and merged into flowing traffic. “Yay yay!”

“Hey Elizabeth, what did you and babies do while Katie was off getting her hair cut?” I asked, twisting in my seat and smiling at her as she brushed her fingers through her sister’s new haircut.

“Daddy treated us all to that new old timey candy shop that opened a few streets down,” she shrugged. “I got Katie a peanut butter chocolate brownie, daddy let the triplets sample a bit of his chocolate shake… oh, and Auntie Sammi came by and dropped off Baby Noah for a few hours!”

I smiled at the sweet sight of my nephew conked out in the third row of seats, gripping older cousin Baby Tommy’s hand as he snored precious baby snores.

“Only one or two drops, I swear!” Peter chuckled, pulling to a smooth stop at a red light. He settled his elbow out the opened door and smiled at me, his long hair tied back in a sloppy man bun. “I could not help myself!”

“You’re my big, beefy sap!” I teased him as he pulled up to the local community college. Isabelle’s beat up minivan had conked out when she had barely pulled out of our driveway, and Peter had tinkered with the engine for a good twenty minutes before telling Isabelle that he would drive her to her class in the meantime. “Peter Thomas Ratajczyk, first of his name, protector of his family, an ardent lover to his women, the one with the bottomless stomach, the fearless spider killer, the one who brings warmth into the house. You are MY man.”

He smiled wryly at my reference to Daenerys Targaryen, the mother of dragons from Game of Thrones.

“And you are MY woman,” he rumbled, leaning over to press our foreheads together. “Mary Claire Ratajczyk, the keeper of the hearth, witch in the kitchen, my gorgeous siren, my little fuck bunny…”

I turned a deep pink at his vulgar words that he just used to describe me, meeting his eyes with a smug smile.

“Hihi!” Isabelle greeted us, opening the door before getting in, slamming the door shut as she got into her seat and drew on her seatbelt. “How is everyone today?”

In response, Elizabeth handed her a little cupcake box which held four sugar cookies frosted with green and pink.

“Oh, thank you!” Isabelle smiled at them, setting the box off to the side. “I’ll have them after dinner tonight, alright?”

“Alright!” Elizabeth looked pleased with herself. “I was thinking maybe pizza muffins, garlic knots and a big, leafy Ceaser salad? Does that sound good?”

A rumbling roar erupted from my husband’s middle, answering our daughter’s pitched question.

“Well, that answers that!” I closed capped her question, turning to shoot her a motherly smile. “That does sound scrumptious!”

“I should hope so,” Elizabeth deadpanned as Peter pulled up to the house, opening the garage before pulling in and parking the car. “I would hate to make a meal and have it turn out not tasting right and resulting in me being banned from the kitchen forevermore.”

At her sarcastic response, Peter tossed back his head and howled at her cheek.

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[gloryride]

🍩 🎨 and 🌪️ for the lovely Vanessa? ☺️

Thanks for asking about baby girl ♥♥♥

[EMOJI OC ASKS]

🍩 DONUT - favourite sweet treat?

Vanessa has a sweet tooth and will eat anything with sugar in it to the point of sickening others. While she loves anything with chocolate, she also loves desserts with icing on them. She's not picky. But if you want to please her, a good cheesecake or a super soft brownie with ice cream works perfectly!

🎨 PALETTE - can they draw? what do they like to draw?

She doesn't know how to draw, and has never really tried to learn. To the best of her ability, she does nail art, that's the most she can do with a brush/pen, which is already a lot!

🌪️ TORNADO - what is the biggest change you’ve ever made to them? how have they changed from their original version?

I hesitated before answering, I don't want to offend anyone, but that's the only big change I've made to Vanessa.

I've cut River out of her life.

When I first play a game, I try to follow canon for my first character, and choose a canon romance too. I found River handsome and enjoyed the quests with him. I didn't like the family meal, but I managed to look beyond it. I really liked River, I had imagined a story where they knew each other from before, as he had arrested his brother several times, a flirty game between them … … And I was disappointed by the ending of the game with him. Maybe it's the French version or just a bad impression, but he seemed disappointed and sad to be with V, it gave me a cold shower effect. And when my partner suggested his V as a romance, I kept including River as a former lover for a bit, then as a potential suitor, but I didn't enjoy it anymore. So I removed him from Vanessa's life, just follow the game quest and refused the romance.

I will say that I respect River, the guy is interesting, I would have liked more investigation style quests with him, and his romance is fine. Just not for me.

As for the rest, I got Vanessa's background pretty quickly, as did her personality. Not much has changed, I just fleshed it out over time ^^

[tayunji]

white camellias.

► na jaemin.

► in which the the handiwork of the cute florist impresses everyone at the wedding you’re attending, to the point where you’re sitting in his shop, showing him the pictures taken with his bouquet, receiving one of your own, and a promise you hope he’ll keep.

► fluffy fluffy, white camellias mean “you’re adorable” in floriography, jaemin is shy

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you couldn’t stop the small gasp you let out upon seeing the exquisite bouquet, decorated intricately, the combination of flowers fitting together like a puzzle piece.

“it’s beautiful, thank you.”

the young man in front of you smiled, handing you the bouquet and moving over to his spot behind the counter. “i’m glad you like it, i tried pretty hard to make it look good.”

“and you did—” you glanced down at his name tag.“—jaemin. really, it’s gorgeous. perfect, even.”

you decided not to point out the flush creeping on his ears, choosing rather to focus on his shy smile which he tried hiding by lowering his head. no words were spoken after that, only you paying him what was due for the bouquet, and him wishing you a good day as you left the store.

the jingling of the bell announcing your arrival caught his ears immediately. stood up and looked to the door, he had been expecting you, your call to his shop earlier came as a pleasant surprise, with you asking for a time to meet with him for a chat. you didn’t disappoint by being right on time, which earned you some brownie points. you also didn’t at all notice the glint in his eyes and the way his smile grew upon seeing you.

“i wanted to show you the pictures from the wedding, with the bouquet, i mean. everyone loved it—” you moved to follow him as he led you to a small corner with some chairs. you spoke as you walked, jaemin far ahead of you because of his insanely long legs. “—they were praising me for the choice of flowers, but i had to tell them that it was you who chose them. the bride was insistent that i show you how amazing your work looked.”

you’d be blind if you missed his horrible attempts at hiding his flushed cheeks and big smile, but you didn’t want to embarrass him further.

his smile only widened and never left his face when you showed him the pictures, repeating every last word of praise that your family had spoken about the flowers.

and once the customers started showing up, it was your time to leave. thanking jaemin for his time, and for his hard work, you moved to leave the store, only to stop short when he called out your name.

“here, for you.” he spoke, holding out a simple, small bouquet of white camellias. the flowers were big, they would stand out anywhere. you took it with confusion lining your face, looking back at him for some explanation.he simply smiled, saying, “it’s on the house, it’s okay.”

your expression turned even more incredulous, with a hint of a smile. “a bouquet..on the house?”

he just nodded in response, chuckling softly. you let out a laugh of your own, shaking your head and bidding him goodbye.

you kept fiddling with the flowers, their size becoming the target of your curiosity. he must have taken really good care of it for it to be such a size.

running your hands over the soft flowers, you felt something rough in between. upon inspection, a very small, very well hidden piece of paper came out. one with a number on it, with the initials of ‘n. j.’ and an incredibly short note.

“i promise i’ll bring you prettier flowers if you let me take you out. ♡”

► v’s note : jaemin is so!!! i love him he’s so full of love he deserves the world. inspired this one jaemin picture i saw which had nothin to do with flowers but he asked holding a sticky note between his teeth which read ‘do not buy rose’ and my mind went wild. enjoy ♡