#was the plot a bit confusing? yeah. but i get over these things quite quickly lol

[wonderlandwalker]

Adventure Unlocked | Eddie Munson x Reader

Stranger Things Masterlist / Inbox

Summary: You unexpectedly figure out a new kink Eddie has and plan the perfect moment to test it out

Content Warnings / Tags: Smut, 18+, porn with very little plot, PnV

Word Count: 2.3k

A/N: Once again not proofread but I haven't had much time to write recently so still wanted to post this. Got the idea from a request @urhoneycombwitch read and couldn't get it out of my head so here's my take on it.

It was supposed to be just another day at Eddie's trailer, a study date like the two of you regularly had, where you would try and catch up on reading and Eddie would do anything but. Except dates with Eddie were rarely like they were supposed to be, and today wasnt an exception. He was sitting at his desk, working on a new campaign while you sat at the bed with your books spread out, trying to concentrate but inevitably reading the same paragraph over and over again.

“Can you hand me the folder from the nightstand please?” You weren’t listening, not really anyway, only humming in respone, causing him to call out once more.

“Sweetheart, hand me the notes.” He was more assertive now, his tone of voice deeper in order to capture your attention, and it worked. 

“Yes sir.” It was meant as a quip, as banter the two of you were so used to, but Eddie’s head shot up the moment you said it. You noticed the blush creeping up on his neck as his mouth was slightly opened, eyes staring into yours. And just as quickly as it had happened, it was gone. A small cough to recover his composure and his focus back on his writing, but you still caught his glance everytime he looked in your direction, still noticed the manner in which he fidgeting wirh his pen. You had noticed, and there was no turning back now.

"Eddie" he only hummed in response to your inquiry, not daring to make eye contact just yet

"Eddie, look at me" he was slow to comply, nervous about your response, because Eddie wasn't stupid, the cat was out of the bag now.

"Does that turn you on?" Still hesitant, he moved his head up once more, not realising how much closer You had gotten to him by now, but the moment he looked at you, all his worries disappeared, because your expression was soft, there was a twinkle in your eyes that he could only describe as exited, and the way your pupils were dilated told him he wasn't the only one into this.

"Yeah" it was barely a whisper, a confession he didn't think he'd be making, so delicately given because he knew you would never crush it. 

Just as you were leaning in to connect his lips with yours, the front door opened, and Wayne shouted to inform you he had gotten home from work, having picked up dinner for the three of you on his way, so you decided to put a pin in your new discovery. 

The next days came and went as the both of you were busy trying to keep up with life, and Eddie didnt push the subject, perhaps worried it was not something you were comfortable with, but little did he know he only needed to wait a little bit longer, because you had been planning. Planning the perfect moment to continue where the two of you had left off, and right now while you were at the hellfire club is where it all came together, 

He looked at the clock above the door and back to you, his eyebrows furrowed together in confusion.

“Where is everyone else?” They were never late, always so eager to get started they wouldn’t dare miss anything.

“I told them we’re starting a bit later today” Your tone was nonchalant, and it threw him off further.

“Why would you tell them that?” He looked so cute while thinking so hard, trying to trace back the day to figure out what had warrented this.

“Because I have some other plans first.” You had pushed your chair back, walking over to where he was sitting.

“What are you talking about” He was still very much in the dark, not quite catching on to pitch in your voice dropping ever so slightly.

“Don’t you have a quest for me?” You were standing in front of him now, supporting yourself on the arm rests of his throne, he was getting flustered with how close you were, fidgeting from his clueless nature. 

“I didn’t prepare any new adventures.” He looked up into your eyes as you leaned down closer to whisper in his ear.

“I’m sure you can think of one, dungeon master.” You could feel his body shudder from how close you were, and as you leaned back you saw his pupils dilate. 

“Do you mean-”

“Yeah” That’s all it took for him to understand, because he immediately took the opportunity to capture your face in his hands and kiss you with all the might he had. You’re sure he could have simply kept doing that all night, but you had other plans. So you started to trail kisses down his neck, paying extra attention to the pulse point right underneath his ear that you knew made him grow weak every single time, he was putty in your hands, and that’s exactly how you liked it. 

After a little while you lowered yourself to your knees in front of him, looking up at him through your lashes. You could see him struggling to keep his eyes open as you palmed him through his trousers, already hard from the idea alone. He wasted no time in shimmying out of them as you tugged at the fabric, letting it pool around his ankles. 

You didnt waste any more time taking his dick into your hands, stroking him slowly as you watched his head fall back and hit the back of the chair, but that was the last thing on his mind right now.

“Baby please” it was closer to a whine then it was to a question, and it turned you on just the same. You looked up at him once more, the tension causing him to catch your gaze before you spoke.

“Why don’t you make me?” It was a challenge, one he wasnt about to turn down. It only took one more look into your eyes, seeing the calmth behind them, before he complied. He raked his hand through your hair, twisting it in order to get a grip as he pushed your head down towards where he needed you the most. You were more than happy to comply, using your tongue in a sloppy attempt to keep up with the rhythm in which he was pushing down your throat. Eddie’s size had always been hard to take, but with practise and patience you had gotten better at it, breathing through your nose now as he hit the back of your throat, causing a slight gag from you which in turn made him realised a loud moan of your name as he leaned back into his throne. 

“Have I ever told you how amazing you are?” It was sweet, how he could be so out of his mind and still remind you, still praising you.

His grip faltered and you took it as a sign to double your effort, taking him deeper until your nose nestled against his pelvic bone, making you gag against him. A borderline sinful moan left him at the feeling, and as you were about to prepare yourself for the feeling of his cum sliding down your throat, he pulled you off him. For a split second you wondered if something was wrong, but the moment you met his eyes and saw the raw lust radiating in them, you knew what was about to happen.

“I need to be inside of you sweetheart, sit on my lap” This was the Eddie you had been trying to lure out, and you wouldnt dare let him ask twice. 

So you got off your knees and as you stood up his hands found the backs of your thighs, pulling you into his lap. His mouth attached itself feverishly to your neck, sucking bruises you’re sure would be visible for days, not that you’d mind. His hands were everywhere now, roaming over your ass and finding their way underneath your shirt as he took your nipples between his fingers and tugged at them, causing you to arch your back, leaning further into him.

“Does that feel good baby” His tongue was still hot on your skin, and the question was muffled by your own body, not daring to lean away from him. All you could do was moan out his name, desperate for him to continue. But right after you did you felt a sting on your ass as one of Eddie’s hands was now massasiging the flesh and his other found its way under your chin, tilting your head to look at him.

“That’s not what you call me now is it.” His tone had dropped an octave, and it was driving you insanel. “I’m sorry.. sir” Immediatly a grin appeared on his face.

“Much better sweetheart.” he moved his head in order to be able to attach his lips to the upper part of your breasts, every once in a while using his teeth to nip at the flesh there. In the meantime his hands made their way back under your skirt, kneading your inner thighs as he inched closer and closer to where you needed him the most. 

“Tell me what you want.” 

“I want you to touch me.” He looked up from where his mouth had made its home, a gleam in his eye that you werent sure you should feel worried or excited, but it sent a thrill down your spine nonetheless.

“I’m already touching you.” 

“That’s not what I mean.”

“Then what do you mean, hm” His fingers trailed closer to your core as they slipped your underwear to the side, sliding over your folds, teasing you.

“You’re so wet for me already, is this where you need me honey” 

“Please-” He kissed you as one of his fingers entered you, his thumb tracing slow circles on your clit as he swallowed your moans.

“That’s it princess, think you can handle another?” You wanted to answer him, but all you could do was nod as he looked at you expextingly, reconnecting your lips in a searing kiss the moment he added another finger, crooking them and causing you to cling onto him, your nails leaving faint scratch marks on his shoulders.

But as the feeling started to build he removed his fingers from inside of you, not leaving you empty for long as you could feel his hard dick at your entrance, pushing all the way inside with one thrust. It always made you feel so full to have him inside of you, and this time was no exception, the way he was stretching you feeling so good.

“Fuck, you’re taking me so well, perfect for me.” His breathing had become laboured, and the way he was already ruthlessly thrusting up in you you figured he wouldn’t be lasting long either. 

“Need you to cum for me sweetheart, think you can do that?” Once again all you could do was whine as your head rested on his shoulder, hoping he knew you well enough to know what you needed.

“Fucking you so good you can’t even talk anymore. Don’t you worry, I’ll take good care of you.” He found your mouth in a slow kiss, much different than the ones before, now he took his time, exploring with his tongue and silencing all the pleas that left you. The moment his long fingers found your clit you were a goner, all that built up tension and pleasure toppeling over as you came undone around him, your walls spasming and gripping him even tighter, etching Eddie towards his orgasm as well.

“Shit baby, where do you want me-”

“Inside, need you to cum inside of me” That’s what did him in, he didnt waste another second as he pushed his hips into you, his cum painting your walls as he let out more profanities. 

For a minute the two of you sat there, with him still inside of you as he traced gentle patterns onto your back with his fingertips, his face nestling into your hair as he basked in your presence.

“We’re definitely doing that again.” His matter of fact tone made you giggling, causing him to squeeze his arms around you in a tight hug

“Whatever you say, dungeon master” His eyes immediately grew dark again at the title, looking down at you with that glimmer you loved to see.

“Careful what you say sweetheart, I can go another round right now” Just as he was about to prove it to you, a series of loud knocks came from the door. “Why is the door locked, are you guys in there?” Dustins voice rang from the hallway, and Eddie started to get up in order to let them in.

You got up in order to move to the chair next to him, but just as you were about to sit down Eddie grabbed you by the hips as he sat down in his throne, positioning you to sit on his lap as you got started on today's session. As you were playing his cum started to drip out of you and onto his leg underneath your skirt, and from the way he started squirming you knew he noticed as well, telling you this definitely wasn’t over yet.

[spookykoolkat]

Plus Size!Metalhead!Reader x Eddie Munson smut idiots to lovers!

The reader is Robin’s best friend and has just moved back to Hawkins after studying abroad.

When she returns she is introduced to everyone and quickly becomes part of the gang. Eddie quickly falls for her as the two have quite a lot in common, however, he doesn’t act on his feelings as he thinks the reader is Robin’s girlfriend. Little does he know she has major feelings for him as well but she thinks him and Steve are together. Eventually they are forced to bunk together on a camping trip (orchestrated by Steve and Robin who have been dying for the two to finally admit their feelings) at first things are awkward between the two but they soon heat up into something neither of them expected.

the cabin in the woods - e.m. request*

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an: just a story i tried to convey the best, about two very confused adults who don't really know how to communicate! i hope this does your idea justice it took me FOREVER i'm so sorry 😭 and its so long omg this is my longest work ever PLS I HOPE ITS NOT BORING THANK U FOR SENDING UR REQUESTS I LOVE THEM 🩷🩷 i'm also doing requests for kinktober if anyone wants to send them in :p thank u everyone to all of ur love on all of my fics u dont even Know how much it means to me 🥹

wc: 10.4K

warnings: 18+ ONLY, mentions of mutual pining, explicit thoughts, mentions of eddie and you wishing the other weren't gay, lots of mentions of sexualities, miscommunication, porn with a plot, p in v, (unprotected. do NOT do this), oral sex (m and f receiving), slight ass play, ownership, pet names (sweet girl, baby, princess, pretty, sweetheart, etc)

MINORS NOT WELCOME. DNI!

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IT WAS WEIRD BEING BACK IN HAWKINS, being back in the states in general felt like a culture shock. and disappointing. the euphoric feeling of learning and living in another country for a year was not comparable, and you promised your best friend robin that when you got back, you'd tell her all about it.

over the year you were gone for your studies, she told you about a few people she met while she was in high school, and had been with ever since. she was excited about bringing you to a party the night of your arrival so you could meet everyone, she said you were all she ever talked about, and how excited everyone was to meet you. 

robin was insistent on your attendance, getting small hesitation on your part, and she swore up and down that you'd fit right in. you questioned her judgment sometimes, especially in women, but you had no other reason not to trust your best friend.

you and robin were complete opposites, you were the girl who liked metal, death metal, and occasionally rock music and she enjoyed the oldies, harboring weird talents and interests that you enjoyed learning about. but you clicked so well, meshed together in a way where you could never be separated.

it wasn't long before you arrived at her place, dressed and ready after hitting your house first, and was met with a lethal scream of your name and tears of joy. it didn't take long to catch up, talk, cry, and laugh so the minute robin decided it was time to go to this party, you guys drove into the city together.

"are you excited?!" she dragged as she noticed your fingers tap against your faded gray jeans that were maybe two sizes too bog, hanging low on your hips with the help of a belt. 

"i'm fucking nervous." you admitted and ran your fingers through your hair.

"for what? dude, these are not people who need to be impressed. they're going to love you and i know it!" she exclaimed.

it was a bit before they drove past buildings, and turned into nothing until they pulled into a trailer park. 

“eddie’s trailer was the destination party zone tonight, so, yeah.” robin said as she parked next to a van, presumably eddie’s. you weren’t one to judge a single person, especially not one you didn’t know, so you just nodded with a smile and stepped out of the car. 

you adjusted your black tank top that, unlike your jeans, was maybe two sizes too small and hugged the curves and rolls of your body.

you liked the way you looked, your wrists covered in bracelets with studs and beads on them, your hair parted down the middle and frizzy from the hawkin’s heat. the makeup you had on was minimal, just black eyeliner smudged around your eyes and lipstick that was lined with black and filled in with a blood red. 

robin was so drawn to you when she first met you. she thinks about it as the two wait at his front door, and how she was so lucky to meet you. to bring her out of her shell and be honest with herself.

she knew being with you meant zero judgment, and if someone dared to fuck with you or robin, robin knew you’d be quick to defend her with your life. you honestly reminded her a lot of eddie once she met him, telling him she had a friend that he would just love. he doubted it of course. eddie didn’t think there was another person like him that existed, impossible.

but robin knew, she believed she knew everything. and she made a small promise to herself that she’d help you find someone, even though you insisted on being happy alone. she knew it was true, but when she first met eddie she realized maybe she could play cupid when you came back into town. 

“robin, did you bring the-” eddie said, opening the door, until he looked beside the skinny, jittery girl.

you didn’t blush at the unsaid compliment, you just watched as eddie looked over your full figure.

“eddie… you’re staring,” robin said, looking between you and eddie to make sure he wasn’t scaring you off. you just laughed a little. 

you stuck your hand out and introduced yourself by your name, “i’m robin’s friend.” 

he took it with grace and stuttered out a small hey, as normal as he could but it was indeed weird. eddie looked at robin, gleaming with pride, and he tried to put two and two together, failing miserably. 

“friend?” eddie asked, looking between the two of you before letting go of your hand. 

“yes idiot! she just moved back to hawkins, she’s the one i’ve been talking about!” robin said as she grabbed your hand and dragged you inside. you give him a smile, and a look over, going with your friend. 

she’s the one i’ve been talking about. how could he be so stupid? he totally forgot about this girl he’d been hearing about. robin would go on and on about her friend coming back from another country, and how much she adored this friend and missed this friend and how badly she wanted the group to meet this friend. 

he didn’t think too much about it, he didn’t want to assume. everyone knew robin played for the other team, so he wasn’t sure if you were her friend or her friend. so, he took advantage of the gray area and checked you out as robin introduced everyone to you. eddie saw how robin held her arm, close to her and tight.

he also tried to pay attention to the groups reactions, to see if maybe they had the same idea as him. he was a shit expression reader. he was going to feel bad about staring at this girl,  imagining her in every way he could, if you were in fact robin’s girlfriend. 

as the night went on, it seemed like it got more difficult. you kept seeing him stare at you sitting on the floor in between nancy and robin, he watched you as you drank and laughed and got to know the crowd that robin found herself in. you enjoyed everyone, nancy was such a nice girl to you, constantly asking if you needed anything and if you were okay.

you wondered if eddie would come over to you and maybe try to talk to you, but he just engaged in conversations with steve.

you got to know everyone, who was studying what, if they decided to go to college next fall or not, life plans and enjoying each other’s company. it wasn’t often you were alone, but the minute robin and nancy got up to get another drink from eddie’s fridge, he slithered his way to sit next to you. 

“i was wondering when you were going to stop staring at me,” you spoke, turning your head as you sat crisscrossed in front of the small coffee table.

“i was trying to figure out, and i’m being honest here don’t laugh at me” he warned before speaking again, “if you were real.” 

you laughed a bit more than you expected, feeling it in your tummy and he gave you a pout. 

“and your conclusion?” you asked, taking a sip again. 

“honestly? i’m not so sure yet.” 

it was the beginning of long conversations, laughter, bonding, and hidden flirting. the two of you were dancing around each other, bouncing off of each other's wit and casual snarkiness. 

it was fun, you could admit. and you finally assessed him, his faded metallica shirt was paired with black jeans that might’ve been tighter than yours, almost the same bracelets. his arms were covered in aimless tattoos that were small and looked like they were just drawn on from how many he had. you loved them. 

“i love metallica,” you murmur against your cup, indulging in eddie while everyone talks amongst themselves and listens to the music.

it was loud enough to not hear your conversation if you were someone else, that you were grateful for. you watched as he sat up a bit to glance at his shirt, and gave you a nervous smile.

“wha- oh, right yeah. me too, i can play a few songs on my guitar actually.” he tried to impress after remembering the shirt he was wearing, and it worked. you were a sucker for guitar players, especially ones who preferred metal and rock. 

“oh yeah? are you in a band or something?” you laughed softly, there was no way he was actually in one because it’d make it ten times harder not to want to jump his bones. “what guitar?” you asked excitedly. 

you appreciated the instrument even with no knowledge about it and would appreciate it more seeing him play it for you. eddie liked seeing the excitement on your face, the way you got closer to him sent excitement somewhere else for him. 

“i am actually, maybe i can play for you one day.” he teased and finally, you blushed.

the way his eyes met yours made you want to melt into it, have his gaze consume you whole. he was everything, he was adorable, handsome, sexy, attractive, funny, and god was he charming. he didn’t even have to do much to send you pining after him.

“it’s on my wall, in my room if you wanna see it,” he suggested and you raised an eyebrow, too distracted to remember what he was talking about and he notices, “the guitar, i don’t use it often but i think this one time is an exception, afterall you might just be my favorite guest. wouldn’t want any of my hospitality going to someone like steve,” he joked and steve whipped his head around. 

“i heard that, asshole.” steve replied over the music, sending you to laugh before looking back to eddie who blew him an exaggerated kiss.

“i’d love to see it,"

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you were staying for good, which meant you had all the time in the world with eddie when he wasn’t working at his uncle’s mechanic shop. he would brag about being the one to take over, shaking his head at the thought of going to college.

you didn’t mind though, you told him that college isn’t for everyone and it’s okay going a different route despite ghosted voices that were haunting him about it.

he admired the fact that you were so similar to him, finding himself getting lost in you when you explained the lore of texas chainsaw massacre and actually being interested in it too. he heard everything you said, listened to every story you told about being in france, and helped you through whatever hump you were trying to get over.

you didn’t believe robin when she said he was actually the only other guy she got along with besides steve, and how she believed it would be the same for you. she was right, but you’d never tell her. 

and she’d never tell you her true intentions by introducing you to eddie, and how she wished that maybe he’d open you up enough to the idea of possibly dating again. but, she didn’t really think it through. she figured maybe she’d let the universe handle it, but then started to notice the dynamic of your idea forming about eddie. 

you found yourself at his trailer a lot, smoking his weed that he offered and drinking, watching movies and enjoying the company of one another while robin was busy. 

he gave you soft touches here and there, let you sleep in his bed with him when you were too high to drive back, gave you massages, picked you up when you needed a ride. he was there when you needed him, there at any moment you called for him. 

and so were you. you really liked eddie, the feeling weighing on you everytime you let yourself take his flirting and touches for more than what they were. you felt guilty for lying next to him or on him when you passed out during a movie, you felt guilty for thinking about his lips on yours and on your body. 

the only problem that kept the two of you from indulging in the fantasies you both had was… you strongly believed that eddie was in a relationship with steve harrington. and as for eddie, he was fully convinced that you were off limits because you were going with robin buckley.

and this was the problem robin worried about.

you knew robin was lesbian of course, and she knew you were bisexual. unfortunately, eddie knows robin is lesbian but figured you were lesbian as well. he couldn’t shake the feeling of craving you and wanting you the way he has, and he felt guilty because in his mind you were robin’s girl.

so, all of his dirty thoughts and ideas about you felt wrong, and instantly tried to bury it when one night he found himself wishing you liked men.

but where was the harm in imagination? eddie was so infatuated with you that his self indulgent behavior was harmless. he knew he couldn’t have you, he knew you only saw him as a friend and that was that. but he was so wrong, and so were you. 

he thought of you daily, and in ways that were almost embarrassing. he craved you, the desire and want he had every time you were near was almost uncontrollable. 

you never asked anyone if eddie was gay, to be fair. it wasn’t your place to ask of course, plus you figured if eddie was into you he’d just simply tell you. 

you just assumed, and the way that he and steve interacted all the time made you think maybe they were romantically involved. eddie’s teasing and flirting towards steve made you wonder if eddie was completely off limits, but affirmed it when eddie would plant a wet kiss on steve’s cheek.

you didn’t know, but that was just what eddie did. 

eddie was a flirt, to everyone but robin in their group. even if it was out of nowhere, that’s just how eddie carried himself. of course in your mind, you hoped that he was at least bisexual.

you felt incredibly guilty about that too because regardless if he was bisexual, in your mind he and steve were still a couple. to not only hope he turned out to be bisexual, but to fantasize about someone else’s partner was just incredulous to think about. 

but there you were. daydreaming about the guy who sat next to you almost every other day on his couch after work, and would have to snap back into reality when he asked you if you wanted to smoke.

it was a routine.

you’d say yes, the two of you would smoke and listen to his cassettes, talk about urban legends and myths, movies and how you always felt like you could act—you couldn’t—and topics that seemed to flow between the two of you. 

it was easy with him, and you appreciated it. 

the only thing hard about the relationship you hold with him is that you’re thinking of being face down for him on your bed with your ass pushing against him. you were fighting every nasty thought of your friend, wondering how he’d feel inside of you and if he’d be able to make you cum.

the attraction the two of you had for each was obvious, so obvious that the entire group were pointing it out to each other. 

robin needed a plan. and quickly, because she couldn’t fathom another minute of you denying yourself as well as him just because he thinks you’re lesbian. she didn’t want to address it actually, she wanted to scheme and plot. better to make them think it was coincidental when really she had something to prove. 

robin felt weird about plotting a set up for you, especially because robin knew there was obviously a better and more logical way to approach this miscommunication between you and eddie. so, in hopes of setting the two of you up, robin goes to steve with her probably weird borderline disturbing idea. 

turns out, steve and robin felt the same way. watching you two was just as painful for them as it was for the two of you. thus, mission cabin in the woods was put into place. 

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you regretted this terribly. you weren’t an outdoorsy person even though the place you were staying was like a cabin. just a cabin in the woods, six young adults, left to their own devices for two days. it wasn’t the absolute worst you soon found out, the cabin was right near a lake that had a long extended pier, trees and dirt and grass surrounding you, and a large bonfire opportunity behind the cabin, right before you went to the lake.

it was more modern than anything, as everyone settled in and went around the cabin, pairs started calling dibs on the three rooms, leaving you and eddie the last pair to bunk together. 

“robin, i thought we were going to stay together? what the hell?” you whispered as you grabbed her arm to drag her down the hall away from everyone. you already settled in while eddie quietly took his things to his side of the room. 

“oh! um, right,” she didn’t think of what would happen after phase one of her and steve’s plan, nervously glancing at steve who was peeking at the girls from his door frame.

“steve, i mean you know steve, he needed to talk to me about how he keeps getting rejected by every woman, like ever. he was a little upset about nancy and jonathan rooming together.” 

she was lying, and you followed her awkward gaze to steve, when he immediately withdrew himself from peeking and behind the wall. but you heard a small gasp from that room since it wasn’t too far from where you and nancy stood at the stairs.

it was steve’s gasp, because when he rested his back against the wall and opened his eyes again, eddie was standing there in front of him with his arms crossed. 

“dude, what the fuck,” steve said, and eddie shook his head. 

“i should be saying that to you. care to tell me why on earth i’m rooming with her?” eddie asked condescendingly, expecting the truth. 

“what’s wrong with that? i thought you guys were friends. robin, she needed my advice to-”

“i’m going to ask you again.” eddie said, “why am i not rooming with you?”

steve looked defeated and he hasn’t even tried, but he knew if he gave no excuse it would be worse than a shitty one. he was also a little scared that robin would become unfathomably upset if steve told eddie what was really going on.

and so would you, so before either of the two could mutter out another lie while you and eddie interrogate them unknowingly at the same time, nancy ended up coming out of her room with a grin, 

“i need to go swimming, come on!”

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the entirety of the day you spent at the cabin on your first day of a three day trip, you spent at the lake. not by yourself of course, you and the other two girls swam and tanned as the guys sat in their swim trunks, drinking beers.

to make things more interesting, the three of you decided to have fun diving off the pier and into the lake, splashing each other, and playing marco polo. 

now the three of you swam around each other, keeping yourselves afloat to talk and converse. the conversation started about you being in france again, and if you met anyone there, if you had a french lover for the semester or if you were too busy with your head in books. 

“there was this one girl, god she was like five foot eleven and just, she was so fucking gorgeous. we met at a cafe and we talked for like a few days until she was like, ‘well i don’t really think i’m gay,’ and i was just,” you explained to the girls and paused. “we kissed and i guess she wasn’t into it so i never heard from her again.” 

“you’ve lived like ten lives.” robin deadpanned and it made a laugh bubble to your throat. 

“so you’re bisexual?” nancy inquired, genuinely. “you know i thought you were straight actually.”

“yeah i thought i was a lesbian for like six years but then i started dating this guy during high school but i still liked girls so, figured i was bisexual.” you said with a small laugh, and the girls smiled at you. 

“so, do you think eddie knows?’ nancy asked the two of you as you guys kept afloat in the water and you raised your eyebrow, looking between robin, nancy, and even glancing over your shoulder to the guys who were now smoking so you could look at eddie. 

only for eddie to already be looking at you while you swam in the water. a blush creeped onto your skin, thanking god that your slight sunburn covered it. 

“knows what?” you asked. 

“that you’re not actually a lesbian,” nancy laughed and you heard robin wince and say nancy’s name.  

“what?” you couldn’t help yourself from the high octave in your voice, and nancy looked surprised.

“she didn’t know, nance.” robin said bleakley and nancy mouthed a small sorry to her. 

“explain. now.” you demanded, swimming your way to the pier to pull yourself up and sit on the ledge. the girls followed you but stayed in the lake. 

“well, see, he kind of thinks that we’re together, like girlfriends. and well, fuck,” robin said as she looked behind you and hit her wet hand against her hand. 

“what?” you asked worriedly and saw a forced smile creep onto her lips. 

“hey!! eddie!” robin said dramatically and you looked behind you to see eddie, standing in nothing but his black swim trunks and right in back of you. so much as to where you were practically face to face with his groin. you whipped around quickly. 

eddie was watching you all day. he couldn’t help but watch you. your bikini set didn’t help him either, steve actually had to tell him to close his mouth when you pulled yourself up from out of the water and onto the wooden pier, every movement causing a bounce and jiggle in your body and sending an ache to his cock. 

he was thinking of you so impurely, so twisted that he didn’t even feel like he was being himself. he didn’t understand why he was so obsessed with you, why everything about you made him want you even more. 

“well apparently those two assholes have suffered major injuries to their legs because they both asked me to come over here and tell you two girls,” eddie said pointing with his index and middle finger at nancy and robin, “that you are wanted as of now.” 

you didn’t bother turning around to peer up at him again, instead you just watched the girls look at you, then at each other, then swimming to the stairs of the pier. eddie takes a seat next to you, legs dangling off the pier. you feel the burn of his body heat sitting right next to you, and you look down to see the distinction between your thighs and eddie’s. 

he’s like half your size. 

you were nervous, you knew that you were a bigger girl and didn’t care, but suddenly you felt like you were taking up too much space. but he sat this close to you for a reason, your thighs spilled over to touch his at this point. 

“is it just me or are they acting reaaaaaaaaally weird?” eddie asked, peeling his eyes from the crease between your tummy touching your thigh, and how the bikini bottom you wore pressed into your hip, to robin and steve. he needed to distract himself before he felt himself forming a tent in his not so stretchy swimming trunks. 

you watched robin and steve from across the lake, sitting in lounge chairs and talking, while looking at the two of you. you tried to think back on the way robin had been acting this last month, wondering if she was showing any signs of suspiciousness to understand why she had been so secretive. 

“he kind of thinks we’re together, like girlfriends,”

you were thinking back to finding out you weren’t sharing a room with your best friend, and instead the man you’ve thought about between your legs. 

she was fucking lying. 

“right…. hold that thought, actually.” you said blankly, lifting yourself from sitting on the wooden edge of the pier and fast walking your way to robin’s seat. 

one, it was hard to sit next to eddie without being awkward about his presence. and two, this would be your only time to talk to robin about whatever she had up her sleeve. 

eddie watched you walk off, how could he not, and watched as the pumpkin orange bikini get taken in between your asscheeks. he was definitely enjoying this view of your curvy silhouette, the rolls of your back, where the strings of your bikini bit into. he was enjoying all of this, and he immediately felt his cock harden again as he let himself consume all of you, and the way your thighs jiggled with every step. 

eddie could say he wouldn’t know what love is, which would be true, but whatever it was, he felt it when you came into the picture. he had crushes before, girls in the classes he barely went to, his newest supplier, a girl he made eye contact with once. but you, you torched his body into flames with every touch and laugh. he was consumed by you, his mind only thinking of ways to make you smile, to make you happy. he remembered your favorite foods, what color you chose to wear out more, and even your own childhood crushes. 

he wanted to be buried in them, to feel the way they suffocate him when he’s face to face with your thick core, spreading your lips to taste all of you. he couldn’t name a person that made him feel like you do, and he couldn’t imagine anyone else being made for him like you were. 

knowing eddie’s eyes were on you, you ignored it as you pulled robin up from her seat. 

“you were lying! steve didn’t fucking need your help, you were trying to set me up with eddie!” you hushed out, your cheeks hot. 

“what?! i would ne-” you tilted your head and looked at her blankly. 

“fuck okay, fine but steve helped me too!” your head whipped to steve who glared at robin and held his hands up in surrender. 

“why would you help?” you asked, confused as ever now. you looked between the two as they looked at each other as if they know something you don’t. 

“i mean, why would you want to set us up? eddie’s gay!” you said, as a matter of fact. 

“and he’s dating you is he not?” you asked questionably, pointing to steve and now as you understood their faces more. 

“what? no! you thought he was dating me?” steve exasperated from his seat, which wasn’t that far from where you stood. 

“eddie’s not gay… that’s why we tried to um, set you guys up because both of you thought the other one was dating us. so, we took it upon ourselves.” robin explained and you crossed your arms over your chest to put a hand on your forehead. 

“why would you think me and eddie were dating?” steve kept on, and robin shushed him as she looked back to you. 

“i mean does it seem like we’re dating? like, am i-” 

“steve. not now.” robin said curtly and you tapped your forehead. 

“eddie’s… not gay?” you whispered to yourself and looked back to him, only to see him standing behind you. 

“you thought i was gay?” eddie asked, finding it a little funny. he was amused, at least. not angry. 

“um, steve i need, uh,” robin said and looked at steve. “that thing, you know like that thing i was talking about that time-”

“just go!” you grumbled, keeping your eyes on eddie as you heard their footsteps falter. 

the only sound you can hear is nature, the lake, and your breathing. the sun was going down already, and the pink hue of the sunset coated the sky, and glimmered on eddie’s face. he looked beautiful, his curls were tighter given the lake water from earlier, dry now and his pale body was glistening with a small sheen of sweat from the humidity. 

“you thought i was dating robin.” you said to defend yourself and his eyes went wide.

“you’re not dating robin? but she’s been like talking about you since forever and the way she talks about you━wait so you’re straight?” he said once he remembered what he was talking about. 

“well no, i’m bisexual but, still like men.” you smiled.

there was a shift in the air once those words left your mouth, and when eddie’s eyes fell over your body from your face to your toes, you felt your core clench around nothing. there was something in his eyes that you’d never seen before, knowingly at least, and when your eyes raked over his body, you noticed a bulge in his trunks. 

now you felt bare to him, only in two pieces of small cloth that covered your most vulnerable areas. something that eddie noticed too, knowing that he could get you naked bare for him with a pull and a tug on your swimsuit. 

“so you’re single?” you blurted and bit your lip.

eddie smirked at the question, and stepped a little closer to you. 

“and ready to mingle, baby.” 

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it was fairly surprising that everyone decided to shower and settle for watching a movie on the tv in the cozy living room. the fireplace was lit, only because it was practically freezing inside. 

you were the last one to shower and after you finally got dressed in the humid bathroom, you ringed your hair dry with your towel and shook the strands apart. you decided that you were ready to hit the sack, wanting to get as much rest as possible before you find yourself out of breath and passing out from heat exhaustion the next day while you’re on your hike with the group. they wanted to actually try the whole campsite thing, roasting marshmallows and drinking water out of a can, meanwhile you just wanted to go dip in the lake again. 

you decided to say goodnight to everyone who was downstairs, half already snoring, sprawled out on the floor. one person you didn’t see was eddie, who you actively looked for until you guessed he was in the restroom. your heart was already in your chest as your feet hit each stair, only taking you further to having to spend eight hours in the same bed with eddie munson. 

maybe you were nervous. the thought of feeling this guy lay next to you in bed was putting a flutter in your tummy, everything felt like it flipped upside down when the confusion was cleared up between the two. no one ever made you feel like this, not even the six foot straight french girl who seduced you. 

before you could even open the door to the room you were hoping that you’d be asleep by the time he came upstairs, just so that the ache between your legs would finally settle down. but to your dismay, you opened the door to eddie, shirtless and laying on his back over the comforters. 

he sat up without a second thought, and you almost got whiplash with how quickly he moved and looked at you. 

“i can take the floor if you want,” suddenly you felt small. it was a weird feeling, but walking into this room to sleep with him only felt like it was an invitation for more. and you wanted more. 

“no it’s okay, i’m just ready for bed.” you said and smiled, closing the door and going to the right side of the bed. 

“can i turn this off?” you asked looking over your shoulder just to see him looking at the bare skin of your back that your skimpy little shirt didn’t cover. 

“you can do whatever you want, princess.” he muttered under his breath and you turned your head, smiling and pulling the beaded string until you heard a click. his lamp was still on as you pulled your legs into the lifted covers, sliding down to lay on your side and face the opposite direction of eddie. 

eddie on the other hand was thinking of what to say as he turned his lamp off, doing the same maneuver you did to get comfortable, except he was facing you. staring at your back again, his eyes went lower until the blanket was resting at the curve of your waist. he noticed where your shirt copied the and molded your rolls and back. 

eddie felt like now it was a free-for-all. knowing you’re not tied down to someone, and knowing you were still very attracted to the opposite sex. 

“steve and robin tried to set us up didn’t they?” he asked you from behind, his voice still very close to you. 

“they did,” you confirmed, softly. 

“did you want to be set up with me?” he asked, a little nervous. 

“if i tell you then robin and steve would be right.” you said and turned awkwardly to face him, now eye to eye. he couldn’t help but notice the way your tits pressed together. 

“who said we have to tell them the truth?” 

his hand didn’t waste a second to press into your cheek, his thumb rubbing over your lips to trace them. 

“you really want me?” eddie asked. 

there it was, the shift in the dark air that was only scarcely lit by the full moon flooding in through the bare window. 

you didn’t answer, you only shifted from your position to your knees, moving the blanket off of eddie to see his pale white skin, and straddle his hips when he laid on his back. your hands moved to his chest to steady yourself and his hands fell naturally to the dip of your curve, gripping into the fat of your hips.

he tilted his head to look up at you, your hair cascading down your shoulders to create a sort of shield around your face. he couldn't help but tug at a strand,making you smile. 

you just decided to go for it. all the nervousness and teasing and flirting built up to this, when you leaned down to press your lips into his. 

it was odd because eddie pictured this moment just like this, with you straddling him in just shorts and a loose fitting tank, watching your soft lips come closer to his with your eyes closed. you were so fucking cute, and he tried to constrain himself from going wild by digging into your skin. 

the kiss was soft first, eddie let you move your lips on his before he found a rhythm and moved with you, gentle, soft, teasing kisses to test the waters. you were growing wet with every minute you fixed your lips to his, using one hand to put right under his jaw, rubbing his throat with your fingers. 

you thought maybe eddie was just enjoying the kiss way too much as you got a little more messy, the two of you giving hard kisses, but the minute you felt something poking your inner thigh, you realized you had been grinding down on him the entire time. 

you pulled away first, leaving him just as breathless as you, but he followed you and sat up with you, chasing your lips. he had a dumb grin on his face, looking over your disheveled look to see where you two met. god, she looks fucked out already. 

“eddie?” you hummed, letting your fingers trace the small tattoos and the ones that lead to his manhood. 

“fuck, yes baby?” he breathed and watched you take your plush lip between your teeth and sit back fully on his clothed cock. he let out a strained groaned and it brought a smile to your face. 

“can i suck your dick?,” you asked unabashedly, “i’ve always wanted to, wanted to taste you,” 

eddie was practically already close to exploding in his pants, and you felt the throbbing of his cock against your ass now that he’s fully hard. you were sure that a wet stain would be left on his light colored pajama pants.

“you can do whatever you want with me doll, i’m for your pleasure,” he said as he watched you slide back down between his knees, eddie spreading them so you had more room to lay between him, and you rubbed at the skin above the hem of his pants to admire the growing bulge that was asking for relief, pleading. 

“you’re so fucking pretty, baby, can’t fuckin’ believe i could’ve had you since the beginning,” he said in a hushed voice. 

you didn’t take long to drag his pants down to his ankles letting eddie kick them off as your eyes stayed pointed at his cock. it looked almost painful, for you and him. he was throbbing, his cock jerking against his abdomen. you salivated, looking at him as you grabbed his shaft at the base and softly stroked him lazily, looking at every vein, every little freckle, and the waay his slit dripped with beads of pre cum. 

it was a sight to see. you heard eddie’s low moans as he sat up against the headboard, getting a view of you jerking him. 

“you’re dick is so pretty,” you murdered as you watched your fingers tease his slit to use the precum as some sort of lubricant, massaging the head. he let you take full control of him, and the way he tries to buck into your fist made your cunt clench around nothing. 

“baby, please,” he begged as you kept your lazy pace up. he was craving your mouth and before he could ask again, you directed his tip into your mouth to let your tongue swirl and play with the angry head. 

“ah, fuck-shit,” he hissed, finally feeling your mouth envelop him entirely, not faltering when you tried to stuff as much of his as you possibly could. you hollow your cheeks as you sucked him gently twice, releasing him with a pop, and smiling. 

he was focused on only you, not the laughter that came from downstairs, not the crickets singing outside of the window, only the way you went back down to take him in your mouth, reaching the back of your throat this time and gagging. 

“my fuck- fuck oh my god,” he strained, letting his hands find your hair to get a better view of your face. 

“so fucking good, taking my dick so well baby,” he praised and you moaned with your mouth still taking all of him, keeping the steady pace of bobbing, up and down his shaft with a hand wrapped around his girth, following the same motion of your mouth. 

it was a euphoric feeling eddie had, to see his crush be the one to take, or try to take all of him. the girl he’d dream about, think about going down on, was laying between his legs playing with his cock like it is your favorite thing to do. 

and slowly, it was becoming your favorite thing. your air was coming in through your nostrils as you cupped his balls, using the slobber that was falling down his cock to massage and fondle them as you flattened your tongue under the base of his shaft, forcing yourself to take all of him. he was trying to cover his moans with pants, but it wasn’t happening.. 

“fuck, just like that, you’re fucking filthy,” he said sitting up fully now so the top of your head was touching his belly button, still letting your drool and spit create a mess under your hands. you were loving this even when your jaw was crying, you liked being the center of attention for eddie. 

you released him again with a long string of spit connecting from your lips to the head of his cock, sitting up on your knees to become eye level with him, still using the spit to jerk him. your grip tightened, loosened, and teased around his red tip to watch his buck, and jerk his body to you. 

“need you to fuck me, please,” you asked politely, the spit still on your chin, your eyes watery and your nose a little runny. taking all of him was impossible for you, maybe with his help he’d be able to squeeze the rest of him down your throat to make room, but that was for another time. 

eddie’s eyes were on yours, then back between your two bodies to see how your hand worked against him, he felt the heat building up in his stomach, feeling the strings snapping with every stroke. 

before he could even release, he grabbed your wrist and halted your movements, using your vulnerability to flip you on your back, gripping your wrists beside your head. 

“so you do want me?” he queried, and you giggled. 

“no eddie, of course i don’t want you, i’m totally not soaking my panties right now,” you said unbelievably sarcastic as he moved to kiss your cheeks, your neck, licking your jawline and kissing you once more on your lips before he straddle you. 

“you’re gonna lay there, your hands up just like this, and you’re gonna be a good girl and take it, yeah?” he shifted, his voice dark and his eyes pitch black as he grinds his naked cock into your thin shorts. 

“eddie,” you pleaded, not wanting to keep your arms in the fixed position he held them in. 

“need you out of these fucking clothes now,” he said and immediately yanked your shorts and panties down, moving to your shirt. 

“take it off for me,” he encouraged and you did, reaching your tank and arching your back to get rid of it. he marveled at your complete nakedness, spreading your legs to situate himself between them. lifting your legs in the air while spreading them, eddie leaned back to take a mental picture of the way your pussy was dripping for him. slick sliding between the cheeks of your ass, over your hole and onto the bed sheets. 

“this all for me? no one else?” he asked as he tugged on his cock, stroking himself. 

“yes, you, only you, please,” you were bracing for the impact of his hardness pressing and stretching you out, but instead you felt the pads of his fingers trace down your tits, to your belly, to your fupa, and spreading the fat of your pussy lips to see all of you completely.

what he conjured up in his mind was nothing near the actual sight. it was breathtaking, the way your hair fell into a ring around your head, how your tits moved and jumped with every movement you made, the way your belly creased and curved with your legs mid air, the way your thighs looked so meaty with his inbetween. this was heaven, and you were god. 

he watched you completely as he sat back on his achilles, your legs still spread for him like the good girl you were, and teasing your clit. 

“i need to taste you,” eddie groaned, taking the wetness from your clenching hole up to your clit, rubbing smooth circles. 

“eddie, no fuck, please i wanna be full, please,” you moaned, louder than you intended, “you’re just so fucking big, and fucking pretty i just need t’ feel you, need all of you please eddie, give it to me,” 

he’d never seen you so fucking responsive, so vocal with him. he was remembering the way your voice dripped with urgency, and seduction. he couldn’t ever tell you no, even in circumstances of being fully clothed and feet away from each other. 

“just a taste, please baby,” he bargained, too distracted with the way your cunt sounded as he plays with your pussy. he was teasing your hole at this point, threatening to let you feel the stretch of one finger until he got too impatient to wait for your answer. he quickly dove down onto his stomach, letting his arms hook around your thighs and latching onto your cunt like a fucking bottle. 

“you-what the fu-, my god,” you tried to spit it out, but fuck his tongue swirling around your clit and the way his fingers kept your lips spread made you grind against his hand, moving your hands from where eddie told you to keep them and into his curly hair before he pulled up and landed a small slap on your pussy. he watched in enjoyment as it jiggled. 

“what’d i tell ya, keep those fucking hands right there baby, be good for me yeah?” he breathed, going back down to lay on his stomach, arms hooked even tighter now. Your hands were thrown up above your head, gripping onto the edge of the bed to stop yourself from yanking his long hair. 

“eddie, please, fuck,” you moaned out, the feeling of his finger inching inside you was a fucking tease. 

“shit, didn’t know you’d be this tight for me, needa stretch you a little bit, that okay?” 

“yes, fuck eddie it’s okay, just, fuck i need more,” you found yourself out of breath, eddie’s arm reaching from your thigh to toy with your nipple, watching every reaction he pulled from you. 

“pretty fucking pussy baby, look at you, taking my fingers so good for me,” he continued with the praises, the small words as he released your clit to focus on the way you were sucking his fingers, your walls gripping him tight. 

“fuck baby, cum for me, need to taste more of you,” he groaned, unable to help himself when his puts you back into the position of having your calves resting on his shoulders. until he folds you even more with his large hands, to where your knees are touching your shoulders, or at least as far as he could bend you to his preferred shape with your belly in the way. but he liked it, he loved seeing you so mendable for him, pushing your limits of how much you can take. 

he wanted you to be pon full display for him, being able to see both holes shine with your wetness.he practically held your ankles bound together to push against your chest, going back down for the third time to watch your cunt spread for him like this, to watch how you leaked down to your asshole. 

he licked a wide stripe from your clit to your asshole, licking and spitting on your tight hole to start rubbing his thumb to create a ring of spit on it. 

“tell me you want me, princess,” he ordered, eyes trained on the sight in front of him. 

“eddie i want you, fuck, fu-,” you breathed and tried to gasp for air, “need it,” 

“so good baby, look at you holding those pretty legs for me, let me eat you right,” you didn’t even notice your hands went from the edge of the bend to your legs, holding yourself spread open just for him. If anyone walked in right now, they’d see everything. 

the way you were laid for him made you wetter by the second, never being folded or manhandled this way, but as he grabs the cheeks of your ass to move and spread them, he spits on your cunt again and goes back to brutally assaulting your oversensitive bud. 

that pressure on your spine was familiar, and the way you felt tingles spread from your inner thighs to the rest of your body, even your legs going weak as you struggled to keep your eyes on his. it was beautiful, mesmerizing even the way he ate your pussy. it was pornographic, the slurping and wet sounds were only growing louder as eddie shook his head, his ose rubbing against your clit when he goes to lick and fuck your hole with his tongue at the same time. 

“i’m, cum, gonna-fuck eddie, im fuck-” you couldn’t even get it out before your eyes were clenched, your pussy pulsing and throbbing, pushing all of your release out of your hole where eddie was to lick up every drop.

the moans were eccentric, he’d never heard you this way and seeing you come undone because of him made his cock scream for touch. it was something he could listen to for hours, only wanting to finger fuck you and eat your sweet cunt just so he could listen to the little noises that made him feral.

“need to feel you sweet girl, let me fill this pussy,” he lets your legs fall from where they rested after you went slack during your orgasm, letting your feet plant on the bed bent at the knees. 

“can’t fucking  think when you’re looking at me like that, princess, do you want me to cum already?” he smiled, watching you watch him with pure adoration and desire, not seeing him as a freak or a lowlife.  

he saw your softness in your eyes, soothing a part of him that has never been healed until now. 

“please, eddie i want you to make me cum again,” you gasped, lifting your head a little to look over your stomach as much as you can, now letting your eyes lazily travel between eddie’s eyes and where he prodes your entrance with his tip. 

he took pride in the way he made you feel, how you looked sweaty and cockdrunk already. he couldn’t get enough of your frizzy hair surrounding you, and the smell of your shampoo mixing with sweat. 

“can’t believe you want me, you’re unbelievable,” he said, letting his cock slip between the fat of your pussy lips. he wanted to be covered in you, all of you. 

“you’re so big, eddie,” you groaned, feeling his length slip back and forth between your wetness. 

“you want it, baby? want me to fuck this pretty pussy?” he asked, his palm flat against the bed next to your head, gripping his manhood with the other. 

“fuck eddie, yes i need it, need all of you fuck,” you cried, gripping thr back of his neck to lift your head a little, watching your hips try to pushed down on him. 

“let me watch you take it, yeah? wanna see you stretch just for me, only for me,” 

he sat up on his knees and spread your legs, lifting them to rest on his shoulders as he admired your glistening sex. every part of you felt like you were burning up, all of your nerves subsiding and turning into pure greed for him, your want stronger than anything else. 

he pushed in slowly, softly, watching the fat head slip and disappear into your tight hole. 

“holyfuckingshit,” he rushed, watching you take him with a little resistance. it felt like a sting, but spreading into pleasure when you feel his balls against your asshole, filling you up completely. 

now, he pressed into your legs to fold you again, this time he was able to watch you and force you to see him as he ruined you for anyone else. 

“you’ve got to be kidding me,” he was out of breath already, the few slow strokes he did to the sound of your moans were to stretch you enough for him to lose control on you. 

“so, f-, so fucking big,” you almost felt the wind get knocked out of you as you feel the loss of his warmth and length, only to be pushed back into you with more force. hitting the back of your cervix repeatedly, he was lazily smiling at the sounds you were making for him. 

“oh baby, there you go, sound so fucking pretty for me,” he encouraged, letting his arms hook around your thighs for more leverage. he pushed you up a little further, almost bringing your chest to your chin as he pounded you harder. 

“e-eh, fuck, eddie, s’ lot- it’s, oh eddie,” you cried watching him, grinning with an open mouth as he pants out groans and moans from the way you gripped his cock. felt better than anything and anyone he’s ever fucked. 

“what, too much for my pretty girl? what happened?” he cooed, “thought you were, fucking hell, thought you could handle it,” he teased, taking your legs from his shoulders and using his hands to grip at your ankles, spreading further so that your legs are flailing in the air as he fucks you. 

it was fucking intense. you couldn’t make sense of anything but him buried inside you, the way your cunt twitched and squeezed around him, and just how close you were to another orgasm. 

“fuck, this pussy is mine.” he growled, gripping the fat of your stomach and waist, massaging, “always gonna be mine, sweet baby.” 

“tell me, sweetheart . tell me whose pussy this is and i’ll, jesus fucking christ,” he was cut off by the clenching of your cunt, your hole rapidly pulsing as his two fingers dove down to play with your clit, rubbing in lazy fast circles. 

“i’ll let you cum, tell me baby,” he urged and you tried to form the words, but nothing but sounds were coming out. the way your breasts jumped with every hard thrust, the way your fat jiggled on your thighs and tummy, how smooth and warm you felt under him, he was losing his mine. 

not to mention your little sounds. the whimpers, the silent begging, the cries and gasps for air, it was going straight to his cock that was already starting to twitch from your eyes on him. 

“it’s yours eddie, only you fill me up like this, please,” you finally mustered up the words, and you felt your own ball in your tummy growing bigger and bigger with the way you obsered eddie. 

out of breath, his hair was clinging to his sticky face and his silver chains he never took off dangled above you. you watched as his muscles flexed and gripped the hard biceps when he pulled you in for an embrace, holding you as he fucked you. 

your forehead rested against his right shoulder, peeking down to watch the sloppy mess between you grow wetter and messier. he looked down with you, pressing kisses into your damp hair and face. 

“look at that baby, creamin’ all on my dick, my fucking messy girl,” he was aggressive, more aggressive than you’d ever seen him and so much more filthy than anyone could comprehend. 

“look so good, fucking me,” you whispered, not even trying to get him to hear but he did. and he was encouraged by it, looking down again as he heard your labored pants in his ear. it was a beautiful sight. 

your pussy lips enveloped him completely, letting his length reach the deepest parts of you over and over again. your arousal was dripping down your ass even more now that the two of your juices were mixing together, and forming a white-ish ring around his cock. and it just kept building with every thrust, sending your pussy to clench around him again. 

your head was completely empty, nothing but the sensation of being filled to the brim over and over. it was incredible, and having already reached your peak once, to do it again was going to ruin you. 

he was already ruining you, the way he turned so dirty so fast, how he spoke to you and watched you completely. he took all of you in as much as he could and let himself watch you undo beneath him. 

“cum on my dick, baby,” he said, “pussy feels so fucking good sweet girl, don’t wanna fuckin’ pull out,” he sounded like he was slurring, and his fingers went faster on your overstimulating bud. 

he felt the clench of your cunt at his words. “aw you like that? wanna be full of me? give you my babies?” 

it was impossible not to scream no, tell him that mentioning babies was practically a threat to you, but the way he moaned those words as his hand went up to your throat just to grab a hold of you, and his other started to toy with your nipples. 

“eddie,” you dragged, crying out with your back arching when you felt your buildup finally crash over him. you didn’t even need to tell him, he could feel it by the way you twitched and how you clenched so hard you practically pushed him out of you. 

“fuck baby,” he said as he fucked your hole with his tip, the feeling of the curve and edge of the fat cockhead was a different sensation, and as he kept fucking you like that, slow and soft, you felt an oddity in your new buildup. 

it was faster, stronger, and as he teased your hole with just his tip, you were cumming again, but this time it was wet. you could heard the small gush over his cock, coating him and his pelvic bone as he gleamed at the sight below him and feeling his own release starting to snap. 

“fuck, eddie please, you fuck me so good,” you breathed as you pulled him flush to your chest, letting him still slip in and out of you lazily. 

“fill me, please, fuck i don’t care i need it, mark me, make me yours. please, its your pussy please cum inside of me,” you whispered in his ear in a cry, scratching down his pale back as he moaned against you. the vibrations of his noises sent a tingle all over your body, your nipples hardening again. 

the thought of eddie getting you pregnant was intense. for you at least, for eddie, he thought it was the best decision to ever make. of course he’d fill you up. why would he have the opportunity and not take it? he wanted everyone to see you knocked up with the freak’s baby, he wanted everyone to know even if you were too smart and too goddess looking for him, he had you. 

it was even sending another pulse to your cunt, letting your weak and abused hole tiredly clench on his. you were losing your breath at this point, you’d never been fucked and pleasured like this ever, never for this long either. 

he made sure to worship you, to cherish you, to make you feel sexy. he wanted to make you see what he saw, make you feel the way you made him feel. and this was it. 

he was falling in love with you, the way he felt like you were made for him even now was pulling at his insides, pulling hard enough to finally let him still his hips inside of you and letting his cock twitch at the deepest part of your cunt. 

“fucking, mine. my fucking pussy,” he groaned into your chest, your hands gripping in his hair and rubbing on his scalp. 

“s’ yours, only yours,” you said softly as you felt his cock twitch even more, until he groaned and slipped out of you. 

it was a new feeling, still feeling full even though all contact was lost between you two. still feeling warmth inside your cunt, until you felt the mixture of both of your releases leaking out of your hole and sliding down your ass. your eyes were closed after he got off of you, and you weren’t sure how he put on his clothes so fast but when the door opened again you saw him walk back in with a wet rag. 

“baby?” he asked, craning his neck to see your face in the dark. 

“mmm?” you hummed, still laying on your back after turning your head back to the ceiling. 

“let me clean you up and we can go to bed, does that sound good princess?” he asked, sitting on the edge of the bed to separate your legs again. 

you expected to feel the coldness of the rag, but you instead felt his fingers softly spreading your pussy lips apart and it sent a chill through you. 

“look so good like this, fuck, i think i really truly want to die by your pussy. please?” he said, letting his finger dip his cum back inside of your whole. 

“eddie,” you dragged, clenching your thighs together. he just smiled and chuckled a little. 

“alright, lets get cleaned up and you can take my shirt,” 

you lay there, trusting eddie as your eyes fluttered closed and felt him wipe between your legs and wipe your thighs, finding his shirt that he threw on a chair in the corner to bring back to you, but he already hears the soft snores coming from your body. 

he shook you a little before you finally opened your eyes again and smiled sheepishly at him, before listening to his commands and following them, still half asleep. 

all he asked was that you sit up and raise your arms, and he tugged the faded iron maiden shirt that was too big for him, but fitting just loose enough on you. before he could even pull the covers over you, still with your eyes closed, you gripped the blankets and pulled them over your bare legs up to your chin, and nestled into the softness. 

eddie was a man who did his fair share of sleeping around, with all types of people, and he’s been with older, smaller, skinnier, taller, bigger. but being with you, watching you and being able to sleep next to you was a fucking blessing he didn’t deserve. 

so he indulged in it, letting himself wrap you in his arms and holding you until you push him off because you’re too sweaty. 

but you don’t do that. you let eddie hold you all night even after hardly any words were exchanged after. and in your dream that night besides dreaming about your future with eddie, was a dream of you thanking robin and steve for their ridiculously foul plan. 

a ridiculous foul plan that worked. 

[foundheavenly]

“I missed you so badly”

Disclaimer: English is not my mother tongue so please be nice

Words: 1388

Plot: He is finally out of the prison realm and you see each other again

Pairing: Gojo x female reader

Theme: angst, fluff, comfort

Clack, clack, clack.

The sound of your boots was echoing through the hallways as you were walking to one specific room. The infirmary.

Clack, clack, clack.

This noise was on the same beat as your heartbeats and your breath got quite heavy. You couldn’t waste time. You couldn’t wait anymore. You needed to see him. To see him again.

Standing in front of the door, you took a deep breath and open it. And as soon as you entered the grey room, you saw his back just a few meters away from you. Your heartbeats slowed down a moment and went back quickly. You saw him turning around and your eyes widen at the realization.

It's him.

He looked up at you, his eyes widened too as his pupils dilated. It was you. You were there, in front of him after all this time. It had only been 19 days since he’d seen you, but damn to him it felt like years. But of course, being the man that he was, he couldn’t run up to you and hug you and cry into your shoulder like he so desperately wanted to. He missed you so bad. Really badly.

“Long time no see, huh?” He gave that stupid smile of his. The one who always managed to melt your heart. The one who always makes you so in love with him.

You put yourself together, controlling the wave of emotions that took you for a moment, and smiled warmly at him. You couldn’t believe it, but the proof was there. Your greatest best friend, your one and only, was back.

Finally.

“Took you long enough” You chuckled as you crossed your arms against your chest, trying really hard to restrain yourself from rushing to him and hugging him as if the rest didn’t matter. As if he was the only thing to exist.

But he really was the only thing to exist in your eyes. He always did.

“Did you miss me?” Satoru asked with the same cocky grin, slowly making his way over to you. His blue eyes locked in yours and you felt yourself drowning in them like before.

That damn blue ocean, gosh how you’ve missed it.

“Actually I was maybe a bit better with you away” You said as you played around with him. The sound of your laughter echoed in the room and Satoru felt his knees getting weak.

You were his deepest weakness and he was relieved nothing had happened to you while he was in this box. He wouldn’t have handle it otherwise.

“Damn.. that’s a low blow.” Satoru said with his eyes narrowing, before his tone turned into a more joking one. “Yeah, you’re probably right, though.” He took a few steps closer to you and leaned against of the wall next to you. “You know you missed me though.” He added, nudging you with his shoulder.

You grinned as you looked up at him. You noticed some changes on him even though he didn’t really change at all. Well just one thing has changed. He got a bit more buffed than before and you swore you felt yourself blushing at the thought. You then looked into his eyes. “Well just a little bit”

You remembered the last time you saw him. You remembered it all too well. It was when he asked you to keep an eye on his students with him, while they were doing a mission. It was a long time ago though, maybe two months ago. So you had missed him badly and deeply.

And when the Shibuya incident happened and you got to know that he got sealed, you felt like your whole world was falling apart. Hearing it from Yuji’s voice in the empty streets yet filled by curses was something you wished you never had to hear. It was so unexpected. And just like the others it made you desperate, confused

After this, everything felt apart. You kept losing loved ones, falling one by one, unable to protect them and to preserve the innocence of your students. Especially Yuji. So seeing Satoru again, it somehow makes all your worries and sorrows disappear.

“Only a little bit? I thought I meant more to you.” Satoru replied, his expression turning into a cocky smirk as he looked down at you.

You kept looking into his blue eyes and you realized. You had never been true to yourself, especially with the feelings you had for him. You had never been straight forward with Satoru. You thought he would have known after all these years of being this close to each other. But he couldn’t read your mind and you couldn’t blame him. You were always vague, being too shy to ask him what you wanted, which explained a lot why you both were still in the same position in your relationship.

But after what happened, you knew you couldn’t keep it to yourself. He had the right to know. And you both deserved happiness.

You took a deep breath and decided to tell the truth. You needed to do it. You had to. “No. That’s not true. I didn’t just missed you. I missed you so much, so badly, so deeply. It was so hard without you and when Yuji told us you got sealed, everything fell apart. It was hell, real hell for me. I thought the world was crushing down. I thought I had lost you and I don’t want to think about it again.”

Satoru listened to you carefully, watching you with the softer expression he ever had. He looked at you sweetly and his usual smirk faded away. In fact, you noticed a slight change in his expression and the smallest hint of twinkle in his eyes. Your heart was beating really fast inside your chest and you were very unsure of what you had done.

Was it enough to make him understand? Was it the right thing to do?

He suddenly wrapped you in his arms and you’re surprised. Very surprised. Satoru wasn’t the one to hug first, well not this way. But you didn’t mind. Not even a bit.

“Satoru?”

He hummed against your shoulder and tightened his hold around you. The hug lasted for about five minutes until Satoru lifted his head. Your heart was racing like crazy.

Oh my.

He put one hand on your shoulder and the other one went to the side of your face, brushing some strands of your hair behind your ear. His eyes turned into a warm, loving and sincere look. As he looked into your eyes, he felt a sudden urge to kiss you. But he thought like he couldn’t, not yet.

“I missed you too” Satoru simply said.

You kept carefully watching him, unable to look away from this blue sky eyes, just in case there was anything on his face. Like wounds, scars or whatever that could hurt him.

He quietly watched your eyes flit across his features and he was so eager to see another facial expression from you, one of those smiles that make his knees weak. Maybe even a small, loving look that made him think of all the possibilities of what could happen between the two of you. He had wanted to see another one of those smiles for such a long time, and now he's finally getting to see another one.

Damn it,

he loved you so much.

“I love you” Those three little words escaped your lips.

Satoru smiled gently, his eyes soft as he looked at you. As he did, he thought about what you said. He felt all the love and care he had for you surging through his heart again. He definitely could see that you truly mean that. That made Satoru smile with so much happiness.

“I love you too, sweetie” Satoru replied softly and put his forehead against yours, closing his eyes for a moment.

And your heart exploded. You couldn’t be more happier and relieved.

“Don’t ever leave me again or I’m killing you, Gojo Satoru” You chuckled and hit his chest. Seeing you doing this, his laughter echoed and he pressed a long and gentle kiss on your forehead.

[juqtier]

☆◞: IM ALWAYS JUST A DOOR AWAY ✧ SPENCER REID

SPENCER REID X FEM READER

SUMMARY: trying to thank reid for the ride home doesn’t go quite how you expect, neither does the rest of the night. it almost feels like you’re losing your mind…

GENERAL WARNING: mentions of alcohol and alcohol, angsty, arguing, spencer is kind of (definitely) an asshole, kissing, cursing, somewhat darker plot points as story progresses

THIS CHAPTERS CONTAINS: cursing, hang over, asshole reid, kind of boring right now!

GENRE: enemies to lovers, fluff, angst

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chapter 3 : hangover

✎ Your head was pounding when you woke up; you felt as if it would explode. You sat up in bed and held your head for a couple minutes before remembering last night.

It almost felt like he was glued to your side, always there to be an asshole. You groan as you recall all of the events of last night.

Your hands fumble to find your phone to text Liv, making sure she was alright and telling her everything that happened last night. She was incredibly excited to have finally met the infamous neighbor of yours, not remembering much about him, before telling you she was going back to sleep since her headache was unbearable.

Even though you didn’t like him, you wanted to thank him for the ride. Maybe this will smooth things over. You get up and throw your hair into a claw clip, not caring that you were still in your pajamas.

You walk over to his apartment and knock on the door, not knowing how you expect him to react. He answered pretty quickly, dressed and ready for the day, as always.

“What?” His rude answer didn’t phase you, at least not anymore. It used to upset you, of course. But now, you were so used to it that if he said ‘hello’, you would’ve asked what’s wrong.

"I just wanted to thank you for the ride last night. You didn’t have to take me and Liv home, but you did so.. Thanks."

Being nice to him felt very vulnerable; he would almost always respond rudely. This time was no exception.

"Yeah, yeah, sure. You’re welcome.” He quickly responds. A moment of silence is shared among the two of you before anyone says anything.

“Do you need something, or are you just being annoying?”

You roll your eyes, unsure of why you were there anymore.

"No, I just thought I'd thank you and be nice. Remind me to never do that again.” You were incredibly annoyed. Spencer Reid plus a migraine was the worst combination anyone could ask for. He scoffs and quickly shuts his door. You groan again, stomping back into your apartment and slamming the door behind you.

You were mad at yourself for trying to thank him; you felt ridiculous. Even with such a simple thing as thanking him, he’d find a way to be rude.

You lay on your couch, still exhausted from the previous night, and your bed seemed too far away. As you lay, your eyes grow heavier, drifting off back to sleep. Maybe a nap could help ease the frustration.

This would prove to be useless, waking up to loud music blaring from next door.

How ironic, as it was coming from no other than Spencer Reid’s apartment.

The rage in your body seemingly built in an instant as you sat up and stormed out of your apartment, right to his door. You ended up knocking harder than you intended to, but you really didn’t care.

How come he thinks he can blast music, but when I do it, it’s a problem?

It takes a while for the door to swing open. You hear two voices behind the door, yet you don't think anything of it until Spencer opens the door, a blonde woman sitting on the couch behind him.

She started at you from her place on the couch, and you even felt yourself staring back at her, speechless, shocked.

“What do you need?" His voice was soft yet clearly annoyed, probably not wanting to be rude to you in front of his date or whoever this was.

You stammer for a bit, flustered, even a little jealous. You’ve never been so confused; why were you jealous of her? Shouldn’t you feel sorry for her?

“Jesus, (Y/N) spit it out.” His voice cuts through your thoughts, and you look up at him, remembering why you were even here. Seeing the girl made you angrier than you were before.

“Jesus Spencer, turn the damn music down! Bringing home some girl isn’t an excuse to blare your terrible music into everyone else’s apartments.”

He smiled at you, almost teasing in a way. “What, are you jealous?”

“Jealous, of what, her? If she could shed, she would probably be sending an SOS to get away from  you.

With that being said, you turn around and storm home. You didn’t want to hear what other comments he had, and you didn’t know why you were so upset.

The music turned down, but you were still angry. What the hell was wrong with you?

You buried your hands in your head, desperate to forget whatever was happening.

Never have you ever wished so desperately to be able to erase your memories.

-‘๑’-

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a.n : this is shorter but the next couple chapters are longer! sorry if it’s boring!!! and sorry if i’m a bit more inactive , merry Christmas or happy holidays or happy day idk!

[hwashotcheeto]

𝑩𝒆𝒔𝒕 𝑭𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒏𝒅'𝒔 𝑴𝒐𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓 (2)

Best Friend's Mother Masterlist

Chapter: Two (Smut chapter | amab version)

Milf!Park Seonghwa X gn!reader

Summary: Seonghwa takes you back to his room to show you that the feelings you have for him is mutual.

WC: 4k (haha)

CW: Smut, little bit of plot sprinkled in and at the end, fluffy aftercare

Snut warnings: Kissing, oral (reader receiving), anal fingering (reader receiving), handjob (reader receiving) hair pulling (idol and reader), protected anal sex, bent over position, biting (reader receiving), some praise, reader and idol orgasms (2 for reader), Seonghwa uses pet names on reader (dear, sweetheart, sweetie, (good) doll)

AN: This is the amab version of chapter 2! (Yeah that's all I got, enjoy!)

You let Seonghwa lead you back through the house, and through the previously “forbidden door.”

You didn’t have time to admire his bedroom before you were pushed against the door by Seonghwa as he towered over you. One hand had already locked the door, the other holding your cheek.

“What did you notice first, dear?” He said softly. “When you looked at me, what caught your eye?” The hand that had locked the door had come up to cage you against the door. There was no chance to escape, but that was the last thing you wanted to do.

“Everything,” you breathed. Seonghwa smiled and leaned close, his lips centimeters away from yours. Your entire body was screaming to close the gap, but you made yourself stay in place.

“Really? Nothing special?’

Well, there was something.

“Your body,” you blurted, to which your voice became strangled as you got the words out. Seonghwa hummed as he moved closer, pressing his body of which you were infatuated with up against yours.

“I’ve heard that one a lot. It’s quite impressive, isn’t it?” You nodded enthusiastically, and Seonghwa couldn’t help but laugh at your eagerness.

Even he had to admit, the teasing was too much for him. So he leaned in and pressed his lips to yours in, at first, a sweet and gentle kiss. Stars exploded in your eyes and your whole body lit up in fireworks. His lips were so soft, like rose petals against your own.

The kiss quickly got more heated, with Seonghwa pulling you against his chest, his hand reaching back and holding the back of your neck. You wrapped your arms around him and held onto his shoulders, trying your best to stay standing.

You didn’t have to try for long, because Seonghwa pulled you over to his huge bed and laid you down on it, keeping his lips on yours as he put you in the middle and climbed on top of you.

A confused squeak left your lips as Seonghwa pulled away from you, and the wind was knocked out of you all over again seeing his half closed eyes and puffy lips. He smiled as he sat up on his knees and reached down to undo the silk robe’s belt.

He smiled at the stars in your eyes as the robe slid off his shoulders and down his arms, and off his body as he dropped it onto the floor. You choked when you realized that the robe was all he was wearing.

How was this person over double your age with a body as perfect as his? He didn’t look a day over 25, with pronounced muscles, honey gold skin, and again, the fucking hourglass body shape.

“Your turn, sweetie,” Seonghwa said softly, leaning down and slipping his hands under your shirt. He paused and looked up at you. “Is that okay?” You nodded aggressively, and helped him get it off your body. Seonghwa’s eyes lit up as his eyes raked over your body, and the smile was pure joy.

He dove into your chest and pressed kisses all along your sternum, his hands snaking up to rub all over your chest. At first, it was gentle massages and kisses that lit your skin on fire. You tilted your head back and closed your eyes as you sunk into his touches, forgetting everything else in the world, until you felt his tongue wrap around one of your nipples.

A yelp left your lips, but Seonghwa quickly put a finger to your lips. “Let’s not wake up Wooyoung, yeah?” You nodded again, and he drew his hand back, his mouth continuing where he left off.

It was torture keeping all your noises to a minimum of soft whimpers and moans, especially when his mouth and tongue knew exactly what to do. You were stuck between melting into the feeling and letting everything fade out, or watching Seonghwa as he ravished your chest.

There was something electrifying as he looked up at you with his eyes half closed while his tongue swirled across your nipple before his lips closed around it and sucked.

It wasn’t long before the pressure between your thighs was too much to manage, and you tried to close them, but all you did was end up squeezing Seonghwa. He hummed before he pulled away from your chest.

“You’re so cute, sweetie,” Seonghwa cooed as his hands slid down to grab onto your bottoms. “May I?” You nodded like you had before and helped him get off both your bottoms and underwear.

As soon as you were stripped bare for him, he took a moment to drink you in. You squirmed under his gaze, but he still took his time admiring you. You, who he found utterly gorgeous.

Seonghwa snapped out of his trance and moved back down between your legs, laying on his stomach. You whimpered as you realized where this was going.

“Please,” you whimpered out. Seonghwa’s eyes flicked up to yours, and the smile that spread across his face was sinister.

“Please what? What are you asking for?” His hands rubbed the underside of your thighs, slowly and torturously, making you tense every time he got close to where you needed him.

You whined as you knew exactly what you wanted, but couldn’t get the words out. Seonghwa slid his hands all the way down and instead laid his arms across your thighs, keeping your legs spread wide for him. Another whimper shot from your lips as your thighs tensed again. He smirked and looked up at you. “Come on, sweetheart, tell Mommy what you want.”

Your brain short circuited at the name “Mommy” and you forgot how to articulate words all together. It was as if that one word turned off your brain’s ability to think, and the words just tumbled out at that point.

“Please make me come with your mouth, Mommy.”

“There you go, good doll,” Seonghwa whispered, and took you all in his mouth like a man starved.

You saw white as you threw your head back and covered your mouth. The magic he worked on your tits was the same magic he had on your dick. He moaned at the taste of you, eyes closed as he pressed his tongue against you, gently sucking until he pulled off.

Seonghwa quickly bobbed his head, keeping his tongue pressed up against you, stroking what he couldn’t fit into his mouth. You needed to use the blanket to keep your cries muffled from the pleasure that was washing over you in tsunamis, because there was no way you’d be quieter without it.

You made the mistake of looking down at Seonghwa, and you nearly came right then and there. He was so invested, he hadn’t even bothered to try to keep his hair out of his face. With a trembling hand, you reached down and pulled his hair away.

As you did, he looked up at you the same way he did before, and a whimper escaped you again. He smirked and paused for a moment, pulling off. Spit and pre cum was already all over his lips and chin.

You watched as he leaned over to one of the night stands beside the bed and grabbed a hair tie out of the drawer. You were so turned on by the sight of him putting his hair up and you didn’t even know why.

“Thank you for reminding me,” he said softly, moving back to his original spot. “Don’t be afraid to grip on, I like it.”

And as he got back to work, you did just that: You kept the blanket over your mouth while holding onto Seonghwa’s ponytail. You occasionally tugged when he did something just right, like when he ran his tongue over your slit, or he gagged when your tip hit the back of his throat. Every time you did, he let out a little moan and kept doing whatever he was doing.

When Seonghwa closed his eyes and focused, he completely melted into you. He was enjoying this just as much as you were. The taste of you, the way your thighs shook when he licked or sucked just right, the way you pulled on his ponytail, your muffled whimpers and cries, it was all perfect. He was painfully hard, but he forced himself not to do anything.

It’d feel better if he waited to fuck you.

That’s what he thought about as he worked his mouth on your dick, as he bobbed his head faster and faster, as he took more of you down his throat, was how he couldn’t wait to be inside you.

He couldn’t help himself, he needed to know how you felt.

He pulled one of his arms back from your thighs to slowly push two fingers inside you. You forgot about the blanket and yelped into the open air, letting out a strangled moan as Seonghwa pumped his fingers inside you.

“Quiet, doll, remember?” Seonghwa’s voice had gone hoarse, and the rumble of his voice made your eyes roll back into your head. You pulled the blanket back over your mouth, but it was becoming more and more useless, as Seonghwa’s fingers fucking into your hole made you louder than before.

What made it even worse was Seonghwa now constantly moaning around your cock. He was holding on by a thread, fantasizing about how good it would feel to be balls deep in your hole. He was already as deep as he could be with his fingers, but it wasn’t enough for him. He wanted to fill you up, feel as much of you as he could.

The idea of you clenched tight around him while he’s fucking you into the bed, his hands on your hips, his lips on yours to keep you quiet-

“Mommy,” you suddenly whimpered out, knocking him out of his thoughts. “Mommy, I’m gonna come.” Seonghwa groaned and kept going exactly how he was, craving your sweet release just as much as you were.

With how he was devouring you, it only took seconds to get there. You covered your whole face with the blanket as screams and whimpers ripped from your throat, your thighs trembling as Seonghwa fucked you through your orgasm.

Seonghwa was close to whimpering as he swallowed every drop of cum. Just thinking of how good you would feel, being a mess beneath him, screaming just like you were now.

Goddammit, he couldn’t wait anymore. What were you doing to him, he was thinking like a teenager again.

Seonghwa pulled away from your dick as your orgasm tapered off, panting as heavily as you were. You pulled the blanket away from your face to see him, and your heart stuttered at the sight before you. Some of his hair had fallen out of his ponytail, sticking to his face because of sweat, and his pupils were blown out as he stared down at you, and his mouth, chin, and neck were glistening in the low light.

You were so intimidated, but also so turned on.

Seonghwa calmed his sudden resurgence of teenage thoughts as he leaned over you, holding your cheek. “Are you okay, sweetheart?” He asked, his voice soft.

“Yeah,” you breathed, still trying to get your breath back. Seonghwa smiled seeing you being such a mess for him. He hadn’t even properly fucked you yet, but you were already a gorgeous, flushed mess.

“Good. I should’ve said this before, but tell me if I hurt you at all, okay?” You nodded, and Seonghwa nodded back, kissing your forehead. “Good doll.” You couldn’t help but smile at the praise.

Seonghwa reached back into the night stand’s drawer, and you heard the familiar crinkle of a condom package. You sighed in relief and relaxed more into the bed as you watched him tear the packet open and slide it down onto his dick.

At that point, you realized what Seonghwa had to work with was more than impressive. Not only good in length, but in thickness too. It almost intimidated you a little, but you felt safe.

With the hospitality Seonghwa had shown you so far, how gentle he’d been, and how he’d taken care of you so well already, you were confident he wouldn’t hurt you. Or if he did, he’d listen to what you needed.

How lucky you were that Wooyoung’s mother ended up being so wonderful.

Seonghwa leaned back over you and looked down at you. You tentatively reached up and held onto his arms.

“Do you want to stay like this?” He asked. “It might be easier if you’re on your stomach, or on all fours.”

“Yeah, it would be,” you said reluctantly. While anal sex was more comfortable and easier if you were facing away from your partner, it worried you a little about not being able to see his face. Seonghwa noticed you’re hesitancy and reached out to hold your cheek.

“It’ll be okay,” Seonghwa reassured you, his voice soft. “If I hurt you, please tell me, okay?” You nodded, and Seonghwa’s smile was warm. Your heart fluttered at the sight. “Thank you, sweetie.”

With that, you got into position on your stomach, making a space between the pillows for your face. While you were adjusting, Seonghwa grabbed out a bottle of lube and applied a generous amount to himself.

Seonghwa’s hands gently held onto your hips once your were settled. “Are you comfortable like this?”

“Yes,” you said, then added, “Mommy.”

You couldn’t see it, but Seonghwa’s face lit up hearing the title. With that, he slowly pushed inside you, and the whole world faded out.

Seonghwa gasped and gripped onto your hips, hanging his head. You felt even better than he could’ve imagined. His knuckles were turning white from how tight he was gripping onto you to stop himself from ramming his cock into you already.

What you didn’t know, because he specifically hadn’t said it to you or Wooyoung, was that Seonghwa hadn’t been with anyone else in well over a year. Not by choice, he’d been trying to find someone, but it just hadn’t worked out.

So his reaction to getting to be inside you wasn’t exaggerated in the slightest.

When he finally bottomed out inside you, you both needed a minute before you could continue. You closed your eyes and smiled contentedly, melting into the mattress. Seonghwa couldn’t help himself from smiling at how cute you looked. At your relaxation. How you were so oblivious to the fact that he was picturing you fucked out and sprawled across his bed.

Seonghwa still leaned in and pressed a sweet kiss to your shoulder as he began to slowly move his hips. He was gentle and slow at first, still easing into it, preparing both you and himself for what he wanted to do with you.

But he ended up taking too long. You started getting impatient, and whined in protest. You felt Seonghwa smile against your skin, but he kept his pace as it was. His motherly care was in everything he did, even in this, when you clearly wanted more.

You pushed your hips back into his dick when he pushed into you. Seonghwa moaned and pulled away from the kisses to collect himself.

“I don’t want to hurt you,” he breathed. You just whined again.

“You won’t hurt me. Please, Mommy.” You were starting to beg, on the verge of it, and Seonghwa could see it. He almost wanted to make you beg. To see how badly you really wanted him.

But he decided against it, and to save it for another day.

He decided to oblige and he quickened his pace, fucking into you faster. White spots appeared in your vision as Seonghwa brushed against your spot, and as you open your mouth, Seonghwa gently pushes your head into the pillows as he fucks you harder and faster again. Shivers ran across your whole body as he stifled your moans, and when you thought that was a lot, Seonghwa slipped an arm under your hips and pulled you onto your knees.

The angle he pulled you into gave him the ability to fuck you as deep as he wanted, and that’s fucking great because your whole body was on fire from how he was pounding your spot, it also meant he couldn’t kiss you, and you were responsible for not waking up the whole neighborhood.

That proved to be pretty fucking difficult when Seonghwa was like a rabbit. You felt like you were going to explode from how he was drilling into you, pounding your spot every time, and keeping the same tempo consistently.

The pleasure reached all over your body, spreading the icy-hot feeling through your bones, blossoming into every muscle, making you feel like you were floating. You had to keep your face in the pillows or you would have woken up the neighbors, much less Wooyoung.

You were fighting for your life, but Seonghwa, he was focused. He didn’t sound like he was struggling,

How was he not falling apart like you were? Well, internally, he was.

Seonghwa was fighting demons. He was using every ounce of strength that wasn't used for pounding into your guts to stay composed and quiet. If he faltered for even a second, he’d lose it and melt into a babbling, loud, whiny mess.

He played the act of a sweet, level-headed mother well. Someone who knew how to speak, and speak well. He knew how to act in any situation, and how to deal with people. But you put him on his own, or in a situation like this, and he just falls apart.

“Sweetheart,” he breathed, meeting your teary eyes. “I won’t last much longer.” His voice was strained and low, and he was panting out all his words. You nodded, unable to say anything, but hoping he’d understood. Thankfully, he did.

Seonghwa reached around and wrapped his hand around your dick, stroking you in time with how he fucked you. You nearly suffocated yourself from keeping your face pressed into the pillows, screaming into them.

You had to raise your head for a minute to breathe, and soft whimpers of “Mommy” fell from your lips as you could distantly feel the climax you were approaching just seconds before. Seonghwa quickly silences your soft cries by covering your mouth with his hand.

Seonghwa mostly needed you to keep quiet, but also because if he kept hearing you say “Mommy” the way you were, he wouldn’t have been able to make you come before he did.

Which wasn’t far off anyway.

With Seonghwa worrying about your orgasm, he forgot about his, and when it snuck up on him, he nearly collapsed on top of you. He bit down on your shoulder, followed by a whimper, his other hand desperately stroking your dick to help you come.

“Close, sweetie,” he whimpered, his pace growing irregular. You nodded, trying to communicate the same message to you. Seonghwa nodded back in confirmation.

Seconds later, you both tipped over the edge, and before you could scream, Seonghwa grabbed your hair and pulled your head back, smashing his lips onto yours. You moaned and screamed into his mouth, trying to keep your lips on his, fisting the sheets in your hands. Seonghwa moaned and whimpered into your mouth, holding you tight, fucking you through your orgasms.

When you both were finished, you pulled away from the kiss and laid on your sides, getting your breath back. Unintentionally, you laid back against Seonghwa’s chest, letting him hold you.

And it felt good. It felt really good. You couldn’t remember the last time you’d been held like this. You got hugs from Wooyoung, sure, but being held was different.

And it was a good different. A comfortable different. You were happy like this.

“How do you feel, sweetheart?” Seonghwa asked as your eyes began to fall closed. The tiredness was beginning to pull you to the sleep you longed for all night.

“Amazing,” you breathed. Seonghwa laughed and kissed your head.

“Me too.” You smiled and looked at him over your shoulder. When you were close up like this, you could actually see the signs of his age. A few of his roots were gray and his skin was wrinkled. You didn’t notice anything before, but now, you saw all the details.

And he was still as beautiful as he was when you first saw him.

“Let's go get cleaned up.” Seonghwa sat up, helping you up as well. You tried to stand, and nearly fell over from your legs being so shaky. Seonghwa laughed as he caught you and kept you steady. “Here, let me help.”

But as he stood up, he wobbled too. You couldn't help but laugh, and he laughed with you. You saw where Wooyoung got it from.

You both helped each other make your way to the connected bathroom. With a clear mind, you finally started noticing the details of Seonghwa's room, and how his minimalist, neat aesthetic was really in every room in the house.

The bathroom was the same, everything was perfectly placed in a specific spot. Nothing was even a millimeter off. You had to admit, the dedication was impressive.

Seonghwa took the initiative to begin to clean you up, using a damp towel to wipe you down, and wiping the sweat off your body.

“Thank you,” you said softly. Seonghwa smiled as he finished up.

“Of course. I have to clean up the messes I make.” Your cheeks turned red as he laughed, and you looked away quickly. But you couldn't help but smile.

Seonghwa brought you back to his bed, and you redressed yourself in what you were wearing prior to this escapade. Seonghwa put on a silk nightgown, and pulled you into bed with him, but you resisted. He looked at you with confused eyes, but you saw a little bit of hurt in them too.

“What about Wooyoung?” You blurted. Despite the conversation you had with Wooyoung earlier, where he essentially gave you his blessing, you didn't want to tell him “hey, the first night I met your mom, we fucked”.

Not to mention that it did feel a little weird, didn't it? You were the best friend, and you just had sex with his mom. If you were in Wooyoung’s position, you wouldn't be too comfortable with your best friend having sex with your mom, your dad, or really, any family member.

And yet, Wooyoung had said that he wasn't against it. He even encouraged it almost during the dinner. So clearly, he wasn't very averse to it.

“We…” Seonghwa trailed off, trying to find the right words. “We can talk in the morning, okay? Wooyoung doesn't wake up till late, so we have time, okay?” You nodded, but you still hesitated to get into the bed, despite Seonghwa's open arms.

You didn't wait to ruin the friendship you had, because you loved Wooyoung as much as you could ever love a friend.

And yet, you knew you wanted Seonghwa. You didn't love him, but you wanted him. You didn't want this to be your only time to have sex, and you didn't want your relationship to be only sex.

You were weighing many heavy scales, and none of the options were necessarily the “right” one.

So right now, you chose the one you wanted most. You crawled into Seonghwa's arms and curled up like a little kitten. He happily held you in his arms and kissed your head.

“Sleep well, dear,” he said softly, slowly rubbing your back. You smiled as you held onto him. He felt secure. Strong. Safe.

So you gladly let yourself melt into him. You mumbled a “Good night, Mommy,” right before you fell asleep.

Seonghwa smiled down at you. Unbeknownst to you, he was on the similar train of thought you were.

And neither of you had any idea where it would end.

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[star-junk]

Rating: Mature

Pairings: Alastor x ReaderOC, Vox x ReaderOC, Future Lucifer x ReaderOC

Second Person POV, Change of POV, Slow burn (or fast burn - really moving through the plot quickly), please forgive the typos.

Warnings: Dark Themes: Altered state of consciousness, possessive behavior, mention of dv, non-con elements in the future, cannibalism and just things not being nice--it's Hell.

Speaking of not nice, Alastor... still not sure if I'll go for the canon asexuality or if I'll deviate so just keep that in mind. Also, operating under assumptions on Season 2 so pls walk with me

Only Bones

Chapter 1:

“Extermination Day is canceled!”

It’s the first thing you hear emerging from the cellar under the apartment building where you and other sinners hunkered down on Exterminations Day since your arrival to Hell two years ago.

“What?” You ask, processing the news.

Your neighbors are just as confused coming up behind you. Mr. Marion, an amphibian demon stops someone passing by to ask what’s going on.

“Extermination Day is canceled, Lucifer’s daughter kicked angelic ass! They flew back to heaven with their tales between their legs!!”

Oh. Really?

Though the lack of carnage on the street seems to confirm that. Still, you walk over to the electronic store around the block to be sure and...

News666 is providing special coverage of what took place while you and your neighbor’s took cover. A growing group of demons already gathers in front of the screens featuring Carly or Harley defending her Hotel against hordes of angels. That’s, wow, that’s quite amazing. The scene then cuts to a static image of the Radio Demon doing not so well against one of the more powerful looking angels, Katie talks about that for a bit before the coverage is switched to a tiny one eyed demon. The crowd chuckles and awws as she fumbles through her interview. After getting the general gist of the current situation you hurry over to check on the shop, more immediately concerned about that than the power vacuum left the news anchors kept going on about. You hope your business was left intact, unlike last year.

Jo, is already waiting at the front of the shop leaning against the delivery van.

“Guess that deal with the cannibals is really working out, huh?” The imp says, pointing a thumb toward the store which was, in fact, left intact.

You chuckle, “Guess so. Glad you’re okay Jo.” You answer and proceed to mess his pale locks. “And how many times have I told it's not a 'deal'?"

"Hey!" He swats your hand away.

"Seems like little Ms. Morningstar saved our butts this time too, so double the win.”

"Oh man, yeah she was so badass!"

“Are you guys open today?” A mummified demon girl asks, interrupting your convo. There's more people behind her. You suppose now that they won’t be immediately double killed, people are really eager to celebrate.

You quirk an eyebrow at Jo. “You up for it, kid?”

“I don’t know, last time we took the day off after an Extermination… ” He says, inspecting his claws.

“I’ll pay you double.”

“Let me just park the van in the back.”

Great! You turn to your loyal customers. “Give us a few minutes, we should be opening soon!”

That day’s earnings were record high. You think to pay Rosie a visit to thank her for the Pie Shop’s promised protection once the dust settles and her cannibals regroup.

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Sometimes it surprised you to think that life in Hell was not as bad as it used to be when you first arrived. You just had to adapt.

So adapt you did. 'Stay calm, but observant and sharp' your grandmother used to say. Advice you never took too seriously in life but here, things were different.

But also the same.

A strict class hierarchy existed, with Overlords and Royalty at the very top and the rest left to suffer or get by as best they could and of course this life was meant to suck, but still… some people truly weren't that bad.

There are some demons who won’t attack or take advantage of you—not right away, at least and that meant something when this was meant to be the end of the road for everyone here. Others kept to themselves, appearing to get by just fine for the most part. You were one of those, and it had worked out for you so far. Even got a little lucky, got your business going and everything without having to step on any necks!

At night, you sometimes wondered if things could have been different in life, had you made different choices.

Been less stupid.

But what’s the use of regret, all that remains before you is the present and the hellfire of eternity before you. Harlot’s or whatever her name is was definitely delusional, it’s what you thought when news of her Hotel spread. It’s what you still think even now after its Grand Reopening.

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After the fanfare came and went, things in hell more or less remained the same, at least on the surface, but a peculiar air of uncertainty and edge remained. Even the Turf War that usually ensued Extermination Day ended swiftly with most territories staying with the same boundaries from the days before.

That was his assessment when walking around in Pentagram CIty for the first time since. The tense corners of his mouth like sharp daggers still pointed upward, even with the slowly healing wound on his torso.

Yet Alastor was pleased to learn his reputation remained mostly intact despite the… unfortunate outcome of his encounter with Adam. After all, not many could claim survival against the leader of the Exorcists. And if there were any doubts of his abilities, at least other demons were smart enough not to voice them directly to his face. The same vermin from before still showed him the same respect, the day they stopped doing that will be the day he'll worry.

His thoughts are suddenly interrupted by the sight of a line going around the corner.

Oh, This is new. It had been a while since he strolled through this part of the city.

Humming to himself he followed it, thinking it might be a new entertainment club or something equally—but then a sweet savory smell hit him.

It was a Pie Shop of all things!

"Apothecary Pie Shop" The sign read. Oh what a curious name for a business that was.

His back straightens, twirling his mic propmting the crowd make way but before he can set foot on the shop’s stairs, a male imp bursts out shouting at the top of his lungs:

“Folks, we’re all out of pies!” The people already gathered curse at him, some even throw trash at the poor soul. “Oh fuck you too—!” He says dodging an empty glass bottle before his eyes finally land on Alastor. “Oh shiiit!”

“Why hello there!” He greets, “I was just strolling around the neighborhood when I came upon your fine establishment. I had never seen it before so I thought I would take a look. Seems I was a bit late though.”

“No, no… I think we might still have some p-pies left for you… S-sir.” The poor imp fumbles with the doorknob behind him, hastily trying to get back inside. His display of deference puts Alastor in a magnanimous mood.

“Oh that’s quite alright, young man. No need, I’ll just be sure to stop by some other time. Bye now!” He says waving as he continues on his way.

Good to know some businesses still know how to provide good service even in Hell!

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Going to Cannibal Town always makes you nervous, well aware you are one of the few allowed to come and leave in one piece as promised by Rosie herself. Jo had offered to come with you, but you decided it would be best if he didn’t. Still the hungry stares you got only made you grip the van’s steering wheel tighter. The town reminded you of the suburb you moved into the last year you were alive, all order and niceties hiding something dark underneath.

Pulling up, you take out the pies as quickly as possible, in-and-out is what you aim for. You’re halfway up the path to her shop when Rosie spots you pushing the loaded utility cart.

“Oh, but if it isn't Nuria!” She calls from the porch where she's having afternoon tea with fellow company.

You wave, doing your best to show a genuine smile. “Mrs. Rosie! How do you do this hellish afternoon?”

She excuses herself from the table to come closer, her white serrated teeth framed by black lips tilt upward in a radiant smile. “Very happy to see you safe and sound after everything that has occurred, my dear!”

Your perfect opening, “Well, we have your people to thank for that, they were all over the News. Very brave and heroic.”

“Thank you for saying so, dear. They are a sturdy bunch for sure, though I must admit we did incur losses.” She says, procuring a fan to dry the tears at the corners of her eyes. "I'm just happy their sacrifice was not in vain."

And now you feel awful for bringing it up at all. “I- I’m sorry, I didn't… What I mean to say is that I came because I wanted to thank you for my shop as well.” You rush, motioning to the cart full of packaged pies. “These don’t have your preferred filling, but I hope everyone likes them all the same.”

“Aren’t you precious, Nuria, you didn’t have to go through the trouble. After all, it’s all part of the contract!” She answers, placing one slender cold hand on your shoulder. You try not to shiver.

And yeah, it was part of the contact but still. “I truly had to, Mrs. Rosie, I am eternally grateful to you for taking a chance on me.”

“Look at you,” a hand to her chest, “you sure know how to give a gal good lip service. Won’t you stay for tea? An old friend will be stopping by soon, he’s a riot! Such an entertaining character that he is! Theo, dear, would you kindly take these inside?” She wraps an arm around your shoulders already pulling you toward the porch and that’s when you have to tap out.

“I really can’t, Mrs. Rosie.” You twirl around taking the hand on your shoulders into yours as if you were about to deliver devastating news to show how terribly sorry you were. “I have to get going. We have to prep for tomorrow, a big day awaits us!”

You weren’t lying about that at least.

“Oh alright, I understand, you’re a busy woman and all.” She relents.

“Thank you, Mrs. Rosie. And should we be expecting a new shipment of ingredients for your custom orders soon?”

“Absolutely!” She winks and lets you be on your way.

It never ceased to baffle the Cannibal Overlord how such a hard working girl ended up down here. Life, or the afterlife in this case, was really unfair sometimes—but then again she still had yet to get the full story out of Nuria herself. So who knows, that would have to be tea for another day.

[cfcalcaraz]

mastermind II - mm

summary: after weeks of no contact, you “run into” each other at a club and paparazzi snap a few pictures

author: part 2 since y’all asked for it 🥳 also, thoughts on a part 3???

warnings: smut. mason deadass scheming to get you back????

weeks had passed, and still no sign of Mason or any form of contact. you had even begun posting pictures on instagram and hanging out with Christian more often, with hopes he’d miss you and reach out eventually. you had begun to lose hope and just assumed he’d moved on or something. 

what you didn’t know was that Mason had been plotting how he’d get you back for a while now. although seeing pictures of his best mates with you made him jealous, he knew to get you back, he couldn’t give you any attention. he kept tabs on all your whereabouts and made sure no other guys would express their interest in you. so when he overheard Reece and Chris talking about going clubbing with y/n, he knew he had to get in on that.

Mason may have been head over heels, stupidly in love with you, but he definitely was smarter than you thought. he knew his plan would work out perfectly that night. he got all dressed up to go clubbing, but his main focus tonight was really only getting you back. he sprayed your favorite scent, jazz club, with hopes that would draw you closer to him.

as Mason got out of the uber, he spotted his boys standing outside of the club waiting for him; y/n was also there. he paid no attention to y/n as he greeted all the boys, but still, he could see the bitter look on your face. you guys all head inside the club as a group but eventually split up once you are inside. Mason spent the majority of the time with Hakim and Reece, avoiding Chris as he knew y/n would be with him. Mason noticed you drinking quite a lot that night, which made him feel more confident that his plan would work out. 

as the three boys were talking, Chris and y/n began to approach them. with that, it was Mason’s queue to leave. he quickly said bye to Hakim and Reece and made his way out of the club and began waiting for his uber. the only thing he needed now was for y/n to come out there and look for him. and oh boy did he plan accordingly. as y/n noticed Mason walking out of the club, she knew she had to follow. a decision she knew she’d regret the morning after.

y/n walked out of the club and began looking for Mason. she spotted him nearby and had the urge to approach him. “what’s wrong with you Mason? why did you never call?”. she was angry and she knew her sober self would regret ever confronting him. “what’s wrong with me? aren’t you the one who ended things, y/n?”. “yeah, but did you never once think about me? you know i would go back in a heartbeat”. you were on the verge of tears at this point, which lead Mason to face away from you. “y/n, i’m not arguing like this in the middle of the street. come back to my place if you want to speak”. he noticed his uber approaching and signaled you to come with him. which of course as planned, you had done. 

this had been the most silent uber ride ever. you were cheerful to have arrived at his place after not being able to bear the silence any longer. you sat down on his couch. “so?”. he sat directly in front of you, still a bit confused. “y/n. what would you like to talk about exactly?”. you were going crazy at how nonchalant Mason looked. but deep down, all he wanted to do was fuck you right then and there. maybe it was the alcohol talking or the jealousy he had kindled over the past few weeks. whatever it was, he just needed you. Mason got up and sat right next to you. “Mase, do you really not want me anymore?”. he just chuckled. “you really think that’s a possibility? me not wanting you?”. you could tell by the look in his eyes exactly what he meant, so without bothering to reply to him, you just leaned in to kiss him.

frankly, he didn’t bother kissing back. you were shocked, to say the least, Mason had never done that before. he gripped your face and looked you dead in the eyes. “you want me, yeah?”. you nodded your head. “get on your knees for me, slut”. you obeyed his orders, a little frightened by the sudden change in words. he took off his pants and grabbed your hair in a ponytail, not wasting any time to get what he wants. a loud groan escaped his mouth as his cock felt the warmth of your mouth. you couldn’t help but get turned on at the sight of Mason. he aggressively began to fuck your face. “breath through your nose, baby girl. i know you can do it”. you looked up at him, about to break out in tears, but the sight of you struggling only turned him on more. he let out all sorts of profanities as he continued to fuck your face. you felt his cock twitch inside of your mouth, and you knew he was close. “fuck, y/n. baby. i’m gonna cum”. his head fell back in pleasure. “you’re gonna swallow it all for me, right pretty girl?”. you could only nod as you felt him let go inside of your mouth. you swallowed his entire load as he watched you, still in shock at how great you were at taking his cock.

not bothering to take a second to chill out, he threw you on the couch and got on top of you. he started making out with you as he pulled up your dress and removed your panties. “you’re gonna take my cock like a good girl, right y/n?”. you nodded in desperation. “i need words”. “y- es, Mason”. you could barely form words as his fingers played a number on your clit. within seconds of getting your approval, he pushed himself inside of you. you both let out a loud gasp. “fuck y/n. i missed this”. he began fucking you at a slow pace, but still harder than usual, trying his best not to explode inside of you right now. “Masey, please. faster”. you let out a loud moan as he obeyed. Mason always knew how to fuck you straight. rough or not. “Mase, baby. i’m so close”. you screamed so loud you were sure the neighbors would hear you. “don’t you dare cum until i say so”. Mason gripped your neck with one hand. “you feel so fucking good”. Mason knew he was close. “you let any other guys fuck you like this, y/n? i see the way you look at Chris”. you groaned in anger. “Mase- baby-, it’s not like that”. you could barely get any words out due to the way he was gripping your neck. “oh yeah? i bet you’re thinking about him while i fuck you, aren’t you?”. “Mase, no. only you. i’m only yours”. you could barely hold on any longer. “you’re only my slut, right y/n?”. you could feel him twitching inside of you as you nodded your head, not being able to get any words out. “words. slut”. “yes, Masey. only yours. i’m for you only”. you struggled to let the words escape your mouth. Mason knew he was close. “cum for me, y/n. all over my cock”. you moaned so loud as you felt yourself release all over him as he did the same. you both became a gasping mess as you pulled out of you. 

after Mason processed himself back into reality, he got up to grab a washcloth to clean you up. “you could spend the night if you like”. Mason didn’t really know what to say. he couldn’t tell the difference between what was wrong to say and what was alright. “yeah. i’d like that”. you smiled up at him. 

you put on a pair of pjs you had left at his place and hopped into bed with Mason. you rested your head on his chest, grateful for where the night left off. you were both too tired to speak at this point. “i missed you, y/n. i’m sorry for not calling you”. you looked up at him in awe. “no, it was my fault too. i’m sorry. but let’s go to sleep now. we can figure things out later”. he nodded his head and kissed your forehead as you both slipped into the abyss.

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 @tmz: Chelsea star Mason Mount spotted outside of London nightclub with y/n y/l/n. the two seem to be in a heated conversation!

[haywire-hetfield]

HIII idk if i’m late but can u do lars n james w/ 1 + 34 + 48 …. 🫶🏻

You're never too late, anon! And sure :)

Send me a number along with a pairing (or leave it to dealers choice) and I'll write you a snippet (500 words or less)

1- "Did you touch yourself to the thought of me?"

34) "Need a hand?"

48) "I heard you last night."

Lars was grinning as he sat in James’ bed with him, showing too many sharp teeth and giving James an uneasy feeling in his stomach. He seemed up to something and Lars plotting was rarely a good thing. He was too close to James, looking at him as though he was searching for something in his face. 

“I heard you last night,” Lars said suddenly and James was confused. Luckily, Lars elaborated before he had to ask. “I heard you jerking off,” He laughed and James shook his head. 

“So what, man? Everybody jerks off,” James shrugged and it was true. He couldn’t even count the amount of times he’d heard Lars jerking off. He wasn’t sure why the other was bringing it up as though it was some big scandal. 

“So, I heard everything. I heard you moaning my name,” Lars told him and James felt his cheeks heating up immediately. His heart started racing in his chest, worried he’d made things weird between the band or that Lars was going to make fun of him. “Did you touch yourself to the thought of me?” He asked and there wasn’t judgment or mocking in Lars’ voice. No, it was something…Else. 

James couldn’t quite be sure, but he thought it sounded like Lars was happy about it. He gave a tentative nod, deciding to just be honest. If Lars knew it anyway, there was no point in denying it and starting an argument over whether James had been or not. 

“I bet you were imagining it was me touching you instead, weren’t you?” Lars asked further, but James didn’t answer. This time, it didn’t seem like Lars was looking for a response. James’ cheeks were bright red now, embarrassed and flustered by this situation. Lars didn’t back off, though. Hell, James wasn’t sure if he wanted him to. “Bet you imagined what it’d feel like with my hand wrapped around you instead. Maybe even my mouth,” Lars suggested, the words sending a shiver down James’ spine. 

“Fuck,” He breathed out, unsure of what else to say. He didn’t know what to say when his best friend was talking about getting him off. So many emotions had gone through him so quickly. Fear, worry, relief, arousal now. He was embarrassed to admit it, but he felt himself getting hard in his jeans just from that mental image. “Yeah. I imagined it was you,” He told him quietly, his voice harboring a bit of shame. He shifted around, a bit uncomfortable as he was so vulnerable with Lars when he hadn’t expected this conversation. 

“Yeah, you like that, huh?” Lars hummed, glancing down between them and clearly noticing that James was beginning to get hard. “I bet you hoped I’d come in here and make you come instead of just your hand. Weren’t you, Jamie?” James gave a nod this time around and Lars looked back up at his face, his smile closer to a smirk now. “Well, James? Need a hand?”

[valkyrieandstrangeridingaragorn]

I was going over some quotes for a discussion else where and it's more clear than ever how no-sense Mobius motivation to bring Loki in to help ends up being. Because I don't understand what he expected Loki to do or what he actually wants from him

Two things about this. First off it's laughable in a way how they try to make out Loki stalling for time as some sort of bad conniving thing. Like, how dare he try to get out of being murdered as if that's not something any other character would try.

Secondly, this is stuff Mobius should know just by watching his life. Talking to him face to face doesn't provide new insight that Loki plots, plans and talks his way out things.

What I really get from this is a sense of performative charity from mobius. Like, what he really wants is the credit for helping rather than actually being motivated by kindness for kindness sake. Because Mobius quickly looses his patience and temper when things don't go his way.

Yeah, to some degree I guess he might view Loki as someone who could be good if given the chance, but the problem is not only does Mobius at best have a very warped sense of right and good he seems to just expect Loki to change right away.

"I was nice to you why are you doing what I want?"

Loki actions were because he was disrespected and felt dismissed so why would the expert think mocking and threatening Loki would make him want to stick around?

This is the craziest thing. What does Mobius expect Loki to do? Point at a map and find the variant immediately? They take him to the renfair Loki gives some input and sure it wasn't helpful, but at the same time what else was Loki supposed to do? He told tva what he would have done if was him.

It confuses me a bit. They say Loki is the variant they have pruned the most and the powers are quite similar but their appearance might be different from one variant to another, but isn't the TVA capable of chasing the temporal aura or whatever they call it? Isn't that how they know it's a Loki doing this and not just any other variant?

I don't know what they were expecting Loki to do either. If they're so familiar with his life and his variants, they would know more than he does. They're all the same, right? But if they weren't... then what is 616 Loki going to say about a Loki from another universe?

That 'stalling for time' shtick is ridiculous, it reminds me a bit of Natasha's "thank you for your cooperation" in The Avengers. It doesn't really change anything and it's not like knowing Banner might turn into the Hulk is a huge revelation. It seems lazy writing to me, like they want the audience to believe they have figured out something big but when you think about it… it's nothing. Loki was simply messing with them, it's not a big deal.

Mobius tells Renslayer he thinks Loki might be able to change but that line is despicable for two reasons: 1) why does he have to change? because who or what he is turns out to be something the TVA doesn't like? But Ravonna quite literally says during that conversation that the Time Keepers decree what role everyone plays in the Sacred Timeline. If they don't like it they have the Time Keepers to blame; 2) Mobius says that line because Waldron wants the audience to believe he's a good guy but he's not talking with Loki's best interests at heart, he's saying he wants him to change so that he can be useful to him and the TVA. This is proven the moment Loki makes decisions of his own and Mobius immediately turns against him - let's not forget the reward for trying to escape the TVA is physical assault… and that time cell is Mobius' idea, nobody else's.

First Mobius says he wants Loki to talk and when he finally does Mobius chastises him for talking too much. Mobius says working with him helps him find the variant but when they work together he doesn't like it either and he criticizes him anyway. He claims he wants Loki to change but when he exercises his free will he gets mad at him and has him beaten up repeatedly. He tells Loki off for "working" for the TVA only for his own interests instead of a higher calling as if the TVA hadn't kidnapped and threatened with killing him several times...

None of it makes any sense except everything Mobius says he says because the plot requires it. There's no cohesion at all and the characterization is all over the place. Typical Waldron.

Personally, the only line that I think is honest and true to Mobius' character is: "I just want to catch this guy and I'll tell you whatever I need to tell you."

[punchitime]

Idk what to say here so....

More Punch Out related lucid dreams i had WHOOO!

Ok context before i start because for sone reason the "plot" on these ones changed from the one before and it, quite litterally needs context:

Ok, for some reason i DON'T work for the WVBA like before, no work wise association with them.

But, it does deal with one of my jobs. Ok so i work for the #1 haunted house in my state, but the owners of this haunt runs another haunted house in a different state where we usually run special events since it's an indoor haunt and has heating and all of that.

Apparently there was a private event going on and my managers wanted me and my mom, and sone of my haunt friends, to come, gave us no context what was going on but we went anyways because we were free and got curious what was going on.

Found out later that, apparently, my managers offered the WVBA to let the boxers (and i mean ALL of them... Except OCS for some reason which is... Odd actually but oh well) come over and meet some actors without haunt makeup and costume/explore the haunt before hours (why exactly i have no idea, nor is it my business tbh)... And they accepted. My managers wanted me there because, without makeup/not acting I'm... Not menacing or scary, at all, plus I'm considered the main "banshee" of one of the haunts so they thought it'd be fun to have me around just doing whatever and possibly scream occasionally if i had enough voice for it (... I did because it was a dream, but you get the point)

Anyways, onto the dream moment thingies!

Ok so... For context, all of the boxers were wearing casual clothing. Just whatever they wanted to wear they could, there was no kinda dress code or anything.

^ This part does play in. Because Narcis was there and wearing more "casual" (unnecessarily fancy compared to everyone else but still) clothing, but for some reason it was still in the same colors as his boxing outfit... That green does not go well with the red/yellow/purple colors he has going on btw.

^ yeah i visibly cringed seeing the sudden green in the color combo and my friend noticed and laughed at my reaction

Accidentally scaring the absolute fuck outta Mr. Sandman... Who at the same time scared the fuck outta me.

^ in other words we accidentally scared the fuck outta each other by me quickly turning around a corner and not hearing him there beforehand

^^ both of us ended up apologizing to each other (despite it being my fault and completely taking the blame either way) and chit chatted a lil bit before going our separate ways in the haunt

Apparently in this dream I've actually met/befriended Heike (how exactly I'm trying to figure out) and eventually lost contact, years before they were a boxer.

^ Heike still remembered me which... Genuinely shocked me hearing someone's voice i don't recognize yell my birth name and get tackled hugged-

Ngl i was around Heike, Birdie, and Mac (not purposely, but all three are around my age over here... At least headcanon wise for Birdie) most of the time if i was around people at all and not helping out/wandering around the haunt myself since I'm rarely at that haunt myself

^ met both Birdie and Mac via Heike and got along with both of them

Apparently I met Aran as well pre-event. How exactly was... Even more vague then how i met Heike actually. He mentioned something about a concert but that's still vague because of my heavily mixed music taste.

^ yes, he's hella chaotic, and the only one of the boxers purely referring to me as "Banshee"

The whole "something is rattling in Hoy's staff" thing came back. This time was confusing me because i didn't know where it was coming from and slowly driving me crazy.

^ I was with the mini group i mentioned before, asked what it was and they all looked at me like i was crazy (... And fair enough)

^^ turns out pretty much all of the boxers kinda tune the rattling out subconsciously, so i wasn't going crazy they just were tuning it out

Apparently i wasn't aware that Great Tiger can ACTUALLY float so i was just looking at the ground he was floating over and slyly trying to see how he was doing that (obviously actual magic but apparently dream me didn't know that)

^ apparently i said, and i quote (to my manager who was leading me somewhere to help out with something i forgot what exactly), "Are we NOT gonna talk about the guy floating over there?!"

^^ apparently (learned this info from Birdie and Mac because he recognized my voice) Tiger and a few others heard me and started laughing because of how sudden it was and the fact my voice was becoming farther away mid sentence (i was running after my manager)

Super Macho Man did accidentally blind me with his necklace(s, he was wearing multiple... I'm guessing that all of them were made of real gold)-

^ No clue if he realized if he did or not, but i said a "What da fuck" in the most gremlin like voice before stepping back and tripping over a loose wood board and falling (i was fine beyond a good sized bruise on my forearm... And temporary blindness)

^^ Apparently Nick & Rick heard me and started quietly laughing... And I'm still not sure if i should be proud (because Nick is, according to Mac, very hard to make laugh) or embarrassed about that because how i managed that

[slowdripsunrise]

ok more book talk. about to go to work and i need something to do for like 20 mins so. book talk. spoilers for various books under the cut

pretty sure the last book i ended on was the ghost bride, so next up i read Silver Under Nightfal by Rin Chupeco ! tbh. it was fun it was entertaining dont remember much from it other than vampire sex and . actually yeah political intrigue and plagues but mostly vampire sex. read through the audio book pretty quickly i had a good time i just really im sorry but i couldnt get over the fact that the mcs name is remy like. the rat. and thats on my thats my bad but yeah. i do have the second one and i am planning on reading that i dont have my hopes up for more than like. a little bit of plot and a Lot of vampire sex which is fine like the bits of plot i did get were interesting enough to keep me with it so. thumbs up from me :)

next i read The Binding by Bridget Collins, which. who boy that was a ride and a half. definitely 100% enjoyed it would recommend! I did read this a long time ago so a lot of it is lost to me but i remember absolutely devouring that book like easily. if you do want to read it tho, i would recommend going in knowing as little as possible; about halfway ish i think it takes a total 180 turn and just. puts you on a lil rollercoaster ride it was good. look at trigger warnings though! there are a lot of explicit discussions of heavy topics so do read those first.

after that i read Stories of Your Life and Others by Ted Chiang, a collection of sci fi short stories that I enjoyed..... quite a bit? dont remember many of them, and to me i feel like this collection was wayyyy overhyped and i didnt enjoy it as much as i could have tbh. overall if you like sci fi i would recommend and there were some interesting conversations brought up throughout, so i do think it's worthwhile, i just didn't like it as much as i thought i would.

after that i read The Six Deaths of the Saint by Alix E. Harrow, a very short novella that like kinda destroyed me a little bit. like the love story was so lovely and felt genuine even in such a short amount of pages, and it's something i would go back and read again and again. 10/10 would recommend i read this in one sitting at like midnight and i think it changed my brain chemistry just a little bit

then i read Flux by Jinwoo Chong, and i really dont have much to say about it. it could have been a me thing where i wasnt in the mood for this story but i did not connect to any of the characters at all and i was confused pretty much the entire time. its one of those time travel things were like. a crime has happened and they start from the beginning before the crime but also after looking back on it and like the mc is supposedly in a simulation but neither he or the reader can tell if/when he is or not but like. yeah i just didnt vibe with it.

then i read Sorrowland by Rivers Solomon, my first book of theirs ! i thought the concept was really cool and i cared about a lot of the characters, not much has stayed with me since i read it but i am excited to read more of Solomon's work! also the romance was sweet and cute or whatever.....

after that i read Chain-Gang All-Stars by Nana Kwame Adjei-Brenyah!!! oooohhh this book was good. this book was so fucking good it messed me up by the end of it. and I did appreciate the footnotes adding details about both the world/time the book is set in and about their technology, but also about the prison system as it is today. and ohhh the two fmcs and their relationship was so lovely to read about, how they knew each other and cared for each other so well just. AUHDJNS. yeah. 10/10 loved and i'm excited to see more from this author

last one for this post unless i really wanna push it for work, i read the first two books in the Between Earth and Sky series by Rebecca Roanhorse! also very good 10/10 im very interested to see where it goes especially with Serapio and his whole godliness shtick, the magic and worldbuilding was super interesting and i am frothing at the mouth for the third i know its out but like i also want the audiobook and i havent seen if there is one yet but like i need to listen to it ok its just not the same without it.

ok thats it theres still more but i need to stop myself, almost gotten through it. i havent read as much recently ive been a knitting warrior but looking to get back into it more soon !

[princejiu]

𝗦𝘄𝗲𝗲𝘁 𝗯𝘂𝘁 𝗣𝘀𝘆𝗰𝗵𝗼 𝗶𝗶

𝘀𝗲𝗿𝗶𝗲𝘀 one three

𝗽𝗮𝗶𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴 | leah williamson x león reader

𝘀𝘂𝗺𝗺𝗮𝗿𝘆 | leah wasn't as loyal to you as she is to her country and you remind her not to mess with a león

𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴 | toxic relationship. r is heartbroken but won't admit it. she's crazy too. emotional whiplash i think. cheating. slow burn btw.

𝗻𝗼𝘁𝗲 | didn't think this would get any attention but i'm glad everyone liked it so here's part two. oh, and when r goes to visit friends, they're speaking in Spanish just an fyi.

Just as expected, Leah didn't come home. But, she did have some decency to let you know that she was going to spend the night at 'Caitlin's'. It was whatever though, what could you do while she was out fucking some whore? Confront her? Yell at her? Too simple, you needed some dramatic flare to be somewhat mental when shit goes down.

In the mean time, you skipped the first stage of grief and went head on into anger. Spending the rest of the night plotting, looking hot, drinking wine, you know the usual stuff. Emma had given the team a couple of days off to rest after a successful match against Tottenham. So, here you were, a mimosa in hand as England's cloudy day represented the internal storm brewing inside you.

It was a little bit past noon when Leah came back. You hung out in the lounge with Barca's recent match playing lowly in the background. Smirking when Alexia kicked the ball right past Celta Vigo's goalkeeper and into the net, sipping on your mimosa as she celebrated her goal.

You finished off your drink in one go as you heard the front door shut, preparing yourself to see what absolute mess Leah has become after a night out in someone else's sheets. Lo and behold, the cheater has finally arrive, fourteen hours since her departure and she shall gracefully stumbled into your peripheral vision.

You hummed, amused at Leah's untidy appearance. Her hair could be compared to a lion's mane, bed hair you knew all too well. She didn't notice you right away, but when she did, Leah quickly ran her fingers through her hair. Best trying to comb down the tangled strands. "Oof, you look like you've been hit by car."

Leah squeezed her eyes shut, as the pounding in her head got aggressively worse. "Feels like it too." You turned back to the game, having had enough at the sight of Leah and her obvious post-sex appearance "How's the team?" You were very close to the Arsenal girl, sharing a flat with Leah allowed you to build a closer bond with the red team. But, it wasn't often that you got to see them since Chelsea's training had picked up drastically.

Leah stared at you in confusion, a slight panic twinkled in shined in her eyes. "What?" Feigning the same emotion, you furrowed your brows adding pout for extra points, "The team? You went over to Caitlin's for team bonding remember, did you hit your head or something?" You eyed Leah's clothes, her shirt wrinkled and pants lack the belt she had clearly hooked on last night.

It was one of the many things you paid close attention to, specially since it was a belt you bought, a very expensive designer one at that. You gave Leah a second to gather her lies, allowing her to process and remember what bullshit she spewed before she left. The blonde captain huffed a laugh, "Uh, yeah, no. They're well. You know the usual."

"Right."

You stayed quiet, getting quite bored with the conversation. Leah wasn't giving the reaction you wanted, you wanted her to panic to stammer over her words as she tries to come up with a lie right off the bat. But, Leah had experience, answering random thrown questions, prepared and ready at all times due to the amount of media training she's given.

Leah frowned at your sudden silence, taking in your weird demeanor. She sat on the coffee table across from you, placing a hand on your bare knee. You fought the urge to visibly cringe at the thoughts of where her hand has been, who it had been in. "Love, are you okay? You seem off."

You took a good look at your cheating girlfriend, her's lips were slightly swollen, there was a light smudge of pink resting on her neck but it was barely visible. The ache in your heart hurt too much to describe.

Forcing a smile, you placed your hand on top of her's, almost vomiting when she interlaced them. "Yeah, just woke up on the wrong side of the bed this morning." Leah gave a teasing smile, bringing up your hand to her lips. "Was it because I wasn't there to make sure you stayed on your side of the bed, were you lonely my love?"

You chuckled, slipping your hand out of her's before using your two fingers to push her head back. "Don't be silly. I had an entire bottle of wine to keep me company." Leah laughed, you drinking wine wasn't irregular. Tending to nursing on wine bottles like a toddler. "Well. I'm glad it kept you warm for the night. But, I'm here so my replacements can go."

Tilting your head to the side, you weren't too sure about that. People change, wine didn't. It's your escape route from the world, something you could turn too when you wanted to feel something other than raw emotions coursing through your veins. "Actually, hold that thought. Are you busy tonight? I want to take you out for dinner to make up for lost time."

In times where Leah knew she's in the wrong especially with you, she tend to try and make up for it. Serenading you with expensive jewelry, taking you out to your favorite restaurants, anything you wanted she'll buy.

You feigned a sorry expression, giving an apologizing smile to the blonde. "Can't tonight. I'm going to Manchester to see Leila and Laia, we scheduled this amazing spa day and it took months to book." Leah was visibly taken back, unaware that you made plans without regarding her.

Usually, when you had things to do outside of work, Leah would be the first to know. Giving her the chance to plan ahead of her day without you. But, nonetheless, Leah smiled. Thinking of what to do for the day while you're gone, "Oh, that's fine. We can always go another day." You nod your head, moving your head around Leah to watch the remaining minutes of the game.

Leah furrowed her eyebrows, finding it strange that you weren't showering her in apology kisses or just kisses in general. You were so easily to brush her off, that it made her stomach churned. And Leah was sure that it wasn't because of the champagne she drank last night.

She thought it would be best to leave you be than to disturb your alone time, leaning forward to kiss you but your held up hand was quick to stop her. "Ah ah ah, no kissing. You smell horrid. Having you been rolling around with pigs? My goodness." You pinched your nose at the awful smell, pushing her away.

It was a subtle jab, not one Leah would catch, though your words did concern the blonde. She pulled her shirt to take a sniff, pulling away confused when she didn't smell anything. "I don't smell anything." You gave her a 'really?' look, this prompted her to second guess herself.

"Babe, you smell like you bathe in your own shit. Please go shower."

You shooed her off, leaving her to clean herself up before she got anywhere near you. Leah reluctantly head towards the shower, looking over her shoulder to make sure you were being serious. But, you paid her no mind, keening in on the tv when it focused on Ona's abs as she lifted her shirt to wipe away her sweat.

If it wasn't obvious, you didn't have a spa appointment with Leila and Laia, it was more comedic considering you haven't spoken to them since last week. So, imagine Laia's suprise when you popped up unannounced in Manchester at her doorstep with an expensive bottle of wine and sunglasses on the top of your head. "Yn? What are you doing here?"

You pushed past the dirty blonde, strutting into the flat as if it was your own. Waving to Leila as you passed by, briefly going into the kitchen to get wine glasses. Laia followed behind, sharing a look with Leila when she could no longer see you. Out of the two, Laia knew you best, being your longest confident, she immediately knew when something was wrong.

You walked back into the room, carrying two glasses. You dropped onto the loveseat, popping the cork before pouring. Laia crossed her arms, observing your nonchalant behavior. "Yn-" You held up a finger, setting the bottle down, offering the filled cup for her to take.

Laia eyed you, but didn't reject the drink.

You gestured for Leila to grabbed the other one while you picked up the giant bottle and took a swing. You nod your head in content, the smooth liquid hitting with familiarity in your throat.

"Okay, I'm ready." You leaned into the seat, moaning as your muscles relaxed.

Leila stared at you, clearly checking you out when she thought you weren't looking. You wore a white two piece set, your skirt stopped mid-thigh and your sleeved top revealed a good portion of your stomach. You smirked at Laia when your eyes met, side eyeing Leila so Laia's would follow.

Laia scoffed, smacking the back of her teammate's head. "Stop staring, it's creepy." Leila huffed, flopping against the couch at the scolding. You snorted, winking at Laia when she glared at you. "And you, keep it in your pants. You have a girlfriend." The corner of your lips quickly dropped, throwing your head back to nurse on the red wine.

Leila and Laia looked at you concernedly, your relationship with Leah was the idiom of the 'perfect happy' couple. Several footballers envied with how healthy your relationship with Leah was. Thus, it made the two Spaniards question what went south. For your sake, Leila redirected Laia's attention. "Shut up, Laia. I'll get what I want eventually."

Leila gave you a cheeky smile, one you were quick to return. Laia rolled her eyes as she took her seat. "Whatever, just so you know. She's a crazy one." Laia pointed at you, giving Leila a fair warning of you. You proudly smiled, most women would be angered at being labeled crazy.

But, you. You took it in stride, it made those around you aware that you weren't to be messed with. Especially, those you trusted with your heart. That warning seemed to interest Leila even more. Very few people knew the level you went to when reached a certain point and they made sure to keep their mouth shut to avoid the inevitable rage Mapi would be sent on if she found out people were talking about her little sister.

You waved Laia off, "We don't need to.go into details for now. Another story for another day." Promising Leila, as you inspected Laia's flat with great distaste. Laia stared at you, silently trying to figure out what was so bad between you and Leah, that it made you come all the way to Manchester. "Yn, what happened? Did you and Leah get into an argument?"

You swirled the bottle, listening to the liquor splash in its confinement. You stared into nothingness, gathering your thoughts on what to say and how to say it. Thinking whether to lie or just come out and say the truth. The first wasn't really a standing option, Laia knew your tales all too well. So, lying to her face would be a waste of breath.

"There was no arguing. Not yet, at least. I'm letting everything play out for now."

Laia rolled her eyes at your dramatics, Leila, on the other hand, looked highly confused. "Quit with the dramatics, bitch. Tell me what's going on before I call Mapi." If Mapi knew that you were already telling people of Leah's affair, she's, no doubt, will gather a bunch of your friends to form an 'We Hate Leah Williamson' alliance.

You could already see it, Mapi loading a bunch of the Barca players onto Alexia's private jet just to come to London to riot on Arsenal's ground. As much as you love your sister, she can get annoying with her protectiveness. But, it was good to know that you had a whole army backing you up. "Snitch. This is why we didn't work. The moment I do something you don't like, you go snitch."

Laia glared at you while Leila's jaw dropped, no one knew of your brief relationship with Laia as it was kept under wraps for Laia's sake. Mapi would kill her for dating her younger sister, having warned everyone that played on the same team as her not to date you, or even hook up with you. Which was a bumper since everyone on Mapi's team tend to be extremely attractive.

Leila looked at Laia impressed, she never expected for the blonde go against Mapi's wishes especially when the Zaragozan threatened to suffocate anyone who touched her little sister in their sleep. "Wow! So...you two dated and slept together?" You confirmed while Laia looked away, even though you two had broken up. Having someone else know about your relationship filled Laia with a bit of anxiety.

"High five!"

On instinct, Laia raised her hand to clasps against Leila's awaiting one. You watched unamused as Leila hyped Laia up about going against the older player's warnings and bagging you. "Hey! I'm not a trophy!" You snapped your fingers and Leila stopped, Laia just looked annoyed at her best friend.

"Sorry."

You rolled your eyes, you hate it when lesbians act like guys sometimes. "Whatever, it doesn't really matter. We obviously didn't work out." Your relationship with Laia didn't end on bad terms, finding each other better as friends than girlfriends. Questions lingered on Leila's tongue but the side eye Laia gave her told her not to say anything else in your presence.

"Can we get back on track here? Yn, quit deflecting and tell us what the fuck happened."

As your best friend, Laia was extremely protective of you. You had been each other's rock ever since you met, when you couldn't go to Mapi, you went to Laia. Which is what mixed confused feelings between platonic and romantic. But, despite not ending up together, Laia tried to be there for you as much as she could and you her.

Leila eyes widened, wondering if Laia was going to make it out the room alive by speaking to you in such a way. You held Laia's stare, uttering the words that you've repeated in your head. "Leah's been cheating." You raised a brow at Laia's visible jaw clench, Leila pinched the bridge of her nose. Clearly, your confession stirred some negative feelings within them.

"What did you just say?"

"Do I really need to repeat myself? You heard me, Laia."

Laia groaned, buring her face into her hands. Even though, she had no personal relations with Leah, it wasn't great to hear that a well admired player cheated on her closest friend. Now, she had to add another person to her hit list, future pitches against Arsenal would now be personal. "Fucking whore."

You hummed, agreeing with Laia as Leila looked at you stressed. If you were to break up with Leah, it wouldn't be as bad since you played for a different team. Meaning you could at least put some distance between you two after the break up.

But, it would definitely rise already high tension on the field, London could become a blood bath if you weren't careful. "So, what are you going to do?" You debated with yourself whether to tell them your plans, it's not like you didn't trust the girls to keep their mouth shut. But, they would definitely try to talk you out of it, something you didn't want.

"Haven't gotten all the details yet but one thing is certain. I'll ruin her."

You gave Leila a cheeky smile, standing up and made your way over to Laia, who hasn't lifted her head. You gently pulled her hands away, brown eyes looking into yours. "Look at me. I'll be fine, don't worry too much about me. I'm strong, yeah? Just don't get involved and don't try to talk me out of this. Understand?"

Laia reluctantly nod her head, she knew she couldn't stop you. When you set your mind to something, it couldn't and wouldn't be changed. You were a León, of course, by nature you were stubborn. Leila watched from the side, getting the idea that Laia still held some feelings for you.

Once you were sure Laia was good to go, you stood up. Brushing down the wrinkles from your skirt, "Now, we can discuss more later. I've booked an appointment for us at the best spa in Manchester. So, can we hurry this up?"

Laia looked unimpressed, "Girl, you literally just got cheated on and you're spending you day at the spa."

You nod, giving your ex a duh look. "Uh, yeah. But, don't worry I'll be plotting the entire time." Leila scratched her head, wondering if this was the norm between you two. Laia rolled her eyes, "Thank you because I was so worried." You flipped off Laia, not loving her attitude.

"I was gonna ask you to help me get back at Leah but with this attitude, I don't think you'll be much of a contribution."

Laia returned the bird, gritting her teeth when you smirked. Leila raised her hand, like a student waiting to be called on. "Um, I'm lost. Can someone explain?" Laia pointed to Leila, blaming you for making the other defender a lost puppy. You rolled your eyes once again, gesturing for Laia to take the wheel.

Laia looked at the brunette, "We're gonna spend the day at the spa and Yn is going to brainstom some idea to destroy Leah's will to live." Leila looked at you for confirmation which you nod to, "How?"

You shrugged, though you already planned most of it out. "Oh, you know. Make her obsessed with me to the point where she can't live without me and then leave her miserable and have her realize that she can't find no one like me." Laia squinted at you, wondering if that was ever your plan for her during your break up.

"You're a crazy bitch, you know that."

You laughed, sending a flying kiss to your ex. "Self-awareness is key to life, carino. Now, get ready bitches. We're going out."

[hwashotcheeto]

𝑩𝒆𝒔𝒕 𝑭𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒏𝒅'𝒔 𝑴𝒐𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓 (2)

Best Friend's Mother Masterlist

Chapter: Two (Smut chapter | afab version)

Milf!Park Seonghwa X gn!reader

Summary: Seonghwa takes you back to his room to show you that the feelings you have for him is mutual.

WC: 4k (Oops-)

CW: Smut, little bit of plot sprinkled in and at the end, fluffy aftercare

Smut warnings: Kissing, oral (reader receiving), fingering (reader receiving), hair pulling (idol receiving), protected PIV sex, mating press position, some praise, reader and idol orgasm (2 for reader), Seonghwa uses pet names on reader (dear, sweetheart, sweetie, (good) doll)

AN: This is the afab version of chapter 2! (Yeah that's all I got, enjoy!)

You let Seonghwa lead you back through the house, and through the previously “forbidden door.”

You didn’t have time to admire his bedroom before you were pushed against the door by Seonghwa as he towered over you. One hand had already locked the door, the other holding your cheek.

“What did you notice first, dear?” He said softly. “When you looked at me, what caught your eye?” The hand that had locked the door had come up to cage you against the door. There was no chance to escape, but that was the last thing you wanted to do.

“Everything,” you breathed. Seonghwa smiled and leaned close, his lips centimeters away from yours. Your entire body was screaming to close the gap, but you made yourself stay in place.

“Really? Nothing special?’

Well, there was something.

“Your body,” you blurted, to which your voice became strangled as you got the words out. Seonghwa hummed as he moved closer, pressing his body of which you were infatuated with up against yours.

“I’ve heard that one a lot. It’s quite impressive, isn’t it?” You nodded enthusiastically, and Seonghwa couldn’t help but laugh at your eagerness.

Even he had to admit, the teasing was too much for him. So he leaned in and pressed his lips to yours in, at first, a sweet and gentle kiss. Stars exploded in your eyes and your whole body lit up in fireworks. His lips were so soft, like rose petals against your own.

The kiss quickly got more heated, with Seonghwa pulling you against his chest, his hand reaching back and holding the back of your neck. You wrapped your arms around him and held onto his shoulders, trying your best to stay standing.

You didn’t have to try for long, because Seonghwa pulled you over to his huge bed and laid you down on it, keeping his lips on yours as he put you in the middle and climbed on top of you.

A confused squeak left your lips as Seonghwa pulled away from you, and the wind was knocked out of you all over again seeing his half closed eyes and puffy lips. He smiled as he sat up on his knees and reached down to undo the silk robe’s belt.

He smiled at the stars in your eyes as the robe slid off his shoulders and down his arms, and off his body as he dropped it onto the floor. You choked when you realized that the robe was all he was wearing.

How was this person over double your age with a body as perfect as his? He didn’t look a day over 25, with pronounced muscles, honey gold skin, and again, the fucking hourglass body shape.

“Your turn, sweetie,” Seonghwa said softly, leaning down and slipping his hands under your shirt. He paused and looked up at you. “Is that okay?” You nodded aggressively, and helped him get it off your body. Seonghwa’s eyes lit up as his eyes raked over your body, and the smile was pure joy.

He dove into your chest and pressed kisses all along your sternum, his hands snaking up your sides to grab onto your tits. At first, it was gentle massages and kisses that lit your skin on fire. You tilted your head back and closed your eyes as you sunk into his touches, forgetting everything else in the world, until you felt his tongue wrap around one of your nipples.

A yelp left your lips, but Seonghwa quickly put a finger to your lips. “Let’s not wake up Wooyoung, yeah?” You nodded again, and he drew his hand back, his mouth continuing where he left off.

It was torture keeping all your noises to a minimum of soft whimpers and moans, especially when his mouth and tongue knew exactly what to do. You were stuck between melting into the feeling and letting everything fade out, or watching Seonghwa as he ravished your tits.

There was something electrifying as he looked up at you with his eyes half closed while his tongue swirled across your nipple before his lips closed around it and sucked.

It wasn’t long before the pressure between your thighs was too much to manage, and you tried to close them, but all you did was end up squeezing Seonghwa. He hummed before he pulled away from your chest.

“You’re so cute, sweetie,” Seonghwa cooed as his hands slid down to grab onto your bottoms. “May I?” You nodded like you had before and helped him get off both your bottoms and underwear.

As soon as you were stripped bare for him, he took a moment to drink you in. You squirmed under his gaze, but he still took his time admiring you. You, who he found utterly gorgeous.

Seonghwa snapped out of his trance and moved back down between your legs, laying on his stomach. You whimpered as you realized where this was going.

“Please,” you whimpered out. Seonghwa’s eyes flicked up to yours, and the smile that spread across his face was sinister.

“Please what? What are you asking for?” His hands rubbed the underside of your thighs, slowly and torturously, making you tense every time he got close to where you needed him.

You whined as you knew exactly what you wanted, but couldn’t get the words out. Seonghwa slid his hands all the way down and instead laid his arms across your thighs, keeping your legs spread wide for him. Another whimper shot from your lips as your thighs tensed again. He smirked and looked up at you. “Come on, sweetheart, tell Mommy what you want.”

Your brain short circuited at the name “Mommy” and you forgot how to articulate words all together. It was as if that one word turned off your brain’s ability to think, and the words just tumbled out at that point.

“Please make me come with your mouth, Mommy.”

“There you go, good doll,” Seonghwa whispered, and he dove in like a man starved.

You saw white as you threw your head back and covered your mouth. The magic he worked on your tits was the same magic he had on your cunt. He moaned at the taste of you, eyes closed as ran his tongue all over you, ending at your clit.

Seonghwa ran his tongue over your clit before he circled around it with the tip, then wrapped his lips around it and gently sucked. You needed to use the blanket to keep your cries muffled from the pleasure that was washing over you in tsunamis, because there was no way you’d be quieter without it.

You made the mistake of looking down at Seonghwa, and you nearly came right then and there. He was so invested, he hadn’t even bothered to try to keep his hair out of his face. With a trembling hand, you reached down and pulled his hair away.

As you did, he looked up at you the same way he did before, and a whimper escaped you again. He smirked and paused for a moment, pulling back. His lips and chin were drenched in all the cream that had come out of you.

You watched as he leaned over to one of the night stands beside the bed and grabbed a hair tie out of the drawer. You were so turned on by the sight of him putting his hair up and you didn’t even know why.

“Thank you for reminding me,” he said softly, moving back to his original spot. “Don’t be afraid to grip on, I like it.”

And as he got back to work, you did just that: You kept the blanket over your mouth while holding onto Seonghwa’s ponytail. You occasionally tugged when he did something just right, like when the tip of his tongue hit your clit just right and you see Heaven for a second. Every time you did, he let out a little moan and kept doing whatever he was doing.

When Seonghwa closed his eyes and focused, he completely melted into you. He was enjoying this just as much as you were. The taste of you, the way your thighs shook when he licked or sucked just right, the way you pulled on his ponytail, your muffled whimpers and cries, it was all perfect. He was painfully hard, but he forced himself not to do anything.

It’d feel better if he waited to fuck you.

That’s what he thought about as he worked his mouth on your cunt, as he ran his tongue up and down your slit, as he licked and sucked on your clit, was how he couldn’t wait to be inside you.

He couldn’t help himself, he needed to know how you felt.

He pulled one of his arms back from your thighs to slowly push two fingers inside you. You forgot about the blanket and yelped into the open air, letting out a strangled moan as Seonghwa pumped his fingers inside you.

“Quiet, doll, remember?” Seonghwa’s voice had gone hoarse, and the rumble of his voice made your eyes roll back into your head. You pulled the blanket back over your mouth, but it was becoming more and more useless, as Seonghwa’s fingers fucking into your cunt made you louder than before.

What made it even worse was Seonghwa now constantly moaning into your cunt. He was holding on by a thread, fantasizing about how good it would feel to be balls deep in your cunt. He was already as deep as he could be with his fingers, but it wasn’t enough for him. He wanted to fill you up, feel as much of you as he could.

The idea of you clenched tight around him while he’s fucking you into the bed, his hands on your hips, his lips on yours to keep you quiet-

“Mommy,” you suddenly whimpered out, knocking him out of his thoughts. “Mommy, I’m gonna come.” Seonghwa groaned and kept going exactly how he was, craving your sweet release just as much as you were.

With how he was devouring you, it only took seconds to get there. You covered your whole face with the blanket as screams and whimpers ripped from your throat, your thighs trembling as Seonghwa fucked you through your orgasm.

Seonghwa was close to whimpering as he licked up everything that came out of you as you came all over his fingers. Just thinking of how good it would feel when you came around his dick, being a mess beneath him, screaming just like you were now.

Goddammit, he couldn’t wait anymore. What were you doing to him, he was thinking like a teenager again.

Seonghwa pulled away from your cunt as your orgasm tapered off, panting as heavily as you were. You pulled the blanket away from your face to see him, and your heart stuttered at the sight before you. Some of his hair had fallen out of his ponytail, sticking to his face because of sweat, and his pupils were blown out as he stared down at you, and his mouth, chin, and neck were glistening in the low light.

You were so intimidated, but also so turned on.

Seonghwa calmed his sudden resurgence of teenage thoughts as he leaned over you, holding your cheek. “Are you okay, sweetheart?” He asked, his voice soft.

“Yeah,” you breathed, still trying to get your breath back. Seonghwa smiled seeing you being such a mess for him. He hadn’t even properly fucked you yet, but you were already a gorgeous, flushed mess.

“Good. I should’ve said this before, but tell me if I hurt you at all, okay?” You nodded, and Seonghwa nodded back, kissing your forehead. “Good doll.” You couldn’t help but smile at the praise.

Seonghwa reached back into the night stand’s drawer, and you heard the familiar crinkle of a condom package. You sighed in relief and relaxed more into the bed as you watched him tear the packet open and slide it down onto his dick.

At that point, you realized what Seonghwa had to work with was more than impressive. Not only good in length, but in thickness too. It almost intimidated you a little, but you felt safe.

With the hospitality Seonghwa had shown you so far, how gentle he’d been, and how he’d taken care of you so well already, you were confident he wouldn’t hurt you. Or if he did, he’d listen to what you needed.

How lucky you were that Wooyoung’s mother ended up being so wonderful.

Seonghwa leaned back over you and looked down at you. You tentatively reached up and held onto his arms.

“It’ll be okay,” Seonghwa reassured you, his voice soft. “If I hurt you, please tell me, okay?” You nodded, and Seonghwa’s smile was warm. Your heart fluttered at the sight. “Thank you, sweetie.” With that, he slowly pushed inside you, and the whole world faded out.

Seonghwa gasped and gripped onto the sheets, hanging his head. You felt even better than he could’ve imagined. His knuckles were turning white from how tight he was gripping onto the mattress to stop himself from ramming his cock into you already.

What you didn’t know, because he specifically hadn’t said it to you or Wooyoung, was that Seonghwa hadn’t been with anyone else in well over a year. Not by choice, he’d been trying to find someone, but it just hadn’t worked out.

So his reaction to getting to be inside you wasn’t exaggerated in the slightest.

When he finally bottomed out inside you, you both needed a minute before you could continue. You moved your hands from his arms to wrap around his neck instead, pulling him closer to you. He smiled at you, at your gentleness. At you thinking he’d be slow and gentle, and that he wasn’t picturing you fucked out and sprawled across his bed.

Seonghwa still leaned in and pressed a sweet kiss to your lips as he began to slowly move his hips. He was gentle and slow at first, still easing into it, preparing both you and himself for what he wanted to do with you.

But he ended up taking too long. You started getting impatient, and made your kisses more urgent and desperate. You felt Seonghwa smile into the kisses, but he kept his pace as it was. His motherly care was in everything he did, even in this, when you clearly wanted more.

You spread your legs further and wrapped them around his waist instead pulling him in closer. Seonghwa moaned and pulled away from the kisses, looking down at you almost disapprovingly.

“I don’t want to hurt you,” he breathed. You just held him closer.

“You won’t hurt me. Please, Mommy.” You were starting to beg, on the verge of it, and Seonghwa could see it. He almost wanted to make you beg. To see how badly you really wanted him.

But he decided against it, and to save it for another day.

He decided to oblige and he quickened his pace, fucking into you faster. White spots appear in your vision as Seonghwa brushes against your spot, and as you open your mouth, Seonghwa captures your lips in another needy kiss as he fucks you harder and faster again. Your legs tighten around him as his kiss stifles your moans, but he grabs your legs and forces them back, pushing them up to your chest.

The angle he pushed you back into gave him the ability to fuck you as deep as he wanted, and that’s fucking great because your whole body was on fire from how he was pounding your spot, it also meant he couldn’t kiss you, and you were responsible for not waking up the whole neighborhood.

That proved to be pretty fucking difficult when Seonghwa was like a rabbit. You felt like you were going to explode from how he was drilling into you, pounding your spot every time, and keeping the same tempo consistently.

The pleasure reached all over your body, spreading the icy-hot feeling through your bones, blossoming into every muscle, making you feel like you were floating. You had to keep the blanket over your mouth or you would have woken up the neighbors, much less Wooyoung.

You were fighting for your life, but when you looked up at Seonghwa, he was focused. He didn’t look like he was struggling,

How was he not falling apart like you were? Well, internally, he was.

Seonghwa was fighting demons. He was using every ounce of strength that wasn't used for pounding into your guts to stay composed and quiet. If he faltered for even a second, he’d lose it and melt into a babbling, loud, whiny mess.

He played the act of a sweet, level header mother. Someone who knew how to speak, and speak well. He knew how to act in any situation, and how to deal with people. But you put him on his own, or in a situation like this, and he just falls apart.

“Sweetheart,” he breathed, meeting your teary eyes. “I won’t last much longer.” His voice was strained and low, and he was panting out all his words. You nodded, unable to say anything, but hoping he’d understood. Thankfully he did, and he changed things up a little.

Seonghwa paused to let your legs down, putting them back around his waist, but keeping them spread as far as you could go. He propped himself up on his elbows, his lips a whisper away from yours, his eyes gazing into yours. Your arms went around his shoulders, hooking onto him.

As Seonghwa slowly resumed his pace, he leaned close to your ear to whisper, “You can scratch me up. It’s okay.”

The permission of such a request makes shivers run across your body, and you nod in answer. Seonghwa kisses the side of your head before he resumes his full pace, groaning out a “good doll” as he does.

Soft whimpers of “Mommy” fall from your lips as you can distantly feel the climax you were approaching just seconds before. Seonghwa quickly silences your soft cries with another string of needy kisses, which are all tongue and teeth and spit.

Seonghwa mostly kissed you to keep you quiet, but also because if he kept hearing you say “Mommy” the way you were, he wouldn’t have been able to make you come before he did.

Which wasn’t far off anyway, especially when one of his hands snaked down to rub circles on your clit. Seonghwa stifled your scream as best he could with his lips, trying to make sure you two didn’t wake his sleeping son just two rooms over.

With Seonghwa worrying about your orgasm, he forgot about his, and when it snuck up on him, he nearly collapsed on top of you. His lips detached from yours with a gasp, followed by a whimper, his other hand desperately clinging onto the bed sheets beside your head.

“Close, sweetie,” he whimpered, his pace growing irregular. You nodded, trying to communicate the same message to you. Seonghwa nodded back in confirmation.

Seconds later, you both tipped over the edge, and simultaneously pulled each other into a deep, bruising, needy kiss, whimpering and moaning into the other’s mouths. You had one hand on the back of his neck to hold him against you, and the other hand raked your nails down his back. Seonghwa shuddered and whined as you did, his free arm wrapped around you and holding you tighter.

When you both were finished, you pulled away from the kiss and laid on your sides, getting your breath back. Unintentionally, you laid close to Seonghwa’s chest, letting him hold you.

And it felt good. It felt really good. You couldn’t remember the last time you’d been held like this. You got hugs from Wooyoung, sure, but being held was different.

And it was a good different. A comfortable different. You were happy like this.

“How do you feel, sweetheart?” Seonghwa asked as your eyes began to fall closed. The tiredness was beginning to pull you to the sleep you longed for all night.

“Amazing,” you breathed. Seonghwa laughed and kissed your head.

“Me too.” You smiled and looked up at him. When you were close up like this, you could actually see the signs of his age. A few of his roots were gray and his skin was wrinkled. You didn’t notice anything before, but now, you saw all the details.

And he was still as beautiful as he was when you first saw him.

“Let's go get cleaned up.” Seonghwa sat up, helping you up as well. You tried to stand, and nearly fell over from your legs being so shaky. Seonghwa laughed as he caught you and kept you steady. “Here, let me help.”

But as he stood up, he wobbled too. You couldn't help but laugh, and he laughed with you. You saw where Wooyoung got it from.

You both helped each other make your way to the connected bathroom. With a clear mind, you finally started noticing the details of Seonghwa's room, and how his minimalist, neat aesthetic was really in every room in the house.

The bathroom was the same, everything was perfectly placed in a specific spot. Nothing was even a millimeter off. You had to admit, the dedication was impressive.

Seonghwa took the initiative to begin to clean you up, using a damp towel to wipe you down, and wiping the sweat off your body.

“Thank you,” you said softly. Seonghwa smiled as he finished up.

“Of course. I have to clean up the messes I make.” Your cheeks turned red as he laughed, and you looked away quickly. But you couldn't help but smile.

Seonghwa brought you back to his bed, and you redressed yourself in what you were wearing prior to this escapade. Seonghwa put on a silk nightgown, and pulled you into bed with him, but you resisted. He looked at you with confused eyes, but you saw a little bit of hurt in them too.

“What about Wooyoung?” You blurted. Despite the conversation you had with Wooyoung earlier, where he essentially gave you his blessing, you didn't want to tell him “hey, the first night I met your mom, we fucked”.

Not to mention that it did feel a little weird, didn't it? You were the best friend, and you just had sex with his mom. If you were in Wooyoung’s position, you wouldn't be too comfortable with your best friend having sex with your mom, your dad, or really, any family member.

And yet, Wooyoung had said that he wasn't against it. He even encouraged it almost during the dinner. So clearly, he wasn't very averse to it.

“We…” Seonghwa trailed off, trying to find the right words. “We can talk in the morning, okay? Wooyoung doesn't wake up till late, so we have time, okay?” You nodded, but you still hesitated to get into the bed, despite Seonghwa's open arms.

You didn't wait to ruin the friendship you had, because you loved Wooyoung as much as you could ever love a friend.

And yet, you knew you wanted Seonghwa. You didn't love him, but you wanted him. You didn't want this to be your only time to have sex, and you didn't want your relationship to be only sex.

You were weighing many heavy scales, and none of the options were necessarily the “right” one.

So right now, you chose the one you wanted most. You crawled into Seonghwa's arms and curled up like a little kitten. He happily held you in his arms and kissed your head.

“Sleep well, dear,” he said softly, slowly rubbing your back. You smiled as you held onto him. He felt secure. Strong. Safe.

So you gladly let yourself melt into him. You mumbled a “Good night, Mommy,” right before you fell asleep.

Seonghwa smiled down at you. Unbeknownst to you, he was on the similar train of thought you were.

And neither of you had any idea where it would end.

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"The Meghan I Knew" written by Meghan Markle’s Cali (retail) co-worker. Posted: in YouTube Comment Section on a MM "Stan" Account, NuttyFlavor Blog Comments & Reddit Comments

"I worked with Meghan many moons ago in LA, before she was really working as an actor, but was on her way to getting there. She had signed with a bigger agent and was starting to hang out with more Hollywood folks, but we were still working retail making the same $12 an hour, and yet she looked down on all of us then because she always felt most people were beneath her. I am in no way claiming we were besties, we were standard work friends who chatted quite a bit on the clock and hung out on a few occasions off the clock. But honestly, our friendship never grew because she was simply and truthfully a sh!t person.

The negative characteristics a lot of people sense about her are accurate. I have never been surprised about anything that has come out about her, even when she first got with Harry and people actually seemed to be fooled and were believing she was a decent person and giving her all this adoration, because she was a shapeshifter even back then and I knew her true self would come out. When I heard she was with Harry, I knew immediately that she had plotted, planned and clawed her way to hooking "a Harry/or insert any guy who would fit her end game".

Seemed to enjoy (or simply couldn't help herself) making those she saw as *beneath her feel stupid and classless (*pretty much everybody who couldn't do something for her or did things she saw as oh so unsophisticated). She was legit aghast when someone didn't know the word "gauche"...which is basically how she viewed those around her.

Was incredibly snobby, even while we were all just as broke as each other, but her Dad was very much propping her up. I once ran into her (and Trevor, the ex husband) at a 7/11 on Olympic, I was headed to my hair salon next door which was in a strip mall of sorts. She was perfectly nice initially, until I told her I was getting my hair done in a non-Beverly Hills setting. It had been at least a year since we'd been in touch and she had some acting gigs by then, clearly she was with Trevor by that point, so even more ego! The look of downright disgust and confusion on her face when I told her "oh my salon is right over there"...you would have thought I [had] told her I was getting a cut and a color in a urine-soaked gas station bathroom. And then the pleasantries quickly faded and the good ol' Meghan who shames you for daring to exist outside of her high society bubble came right back.

Had a good relationship with her Dad, but was clearly embarrassed by him and seemed to feel he was not up to par with her social standards she wanted for herself (from what I saw and from things she told me). But the things she found so uncouth were always just things that made him, him. He seemed to like the simpler things in life, and she seemed to want him to be more sophisticated, more high society. Remember her highlighting how she had to eat at the salad bar at Sizzler as a kid...yeah, I have no doubt that is because it's something she finds embarrassing and expects others to find it embarrassing also, because the super upper crust would never.

Shapeshifter, meaning she would change pretty instantly depending on who was around, but to an extreme. Like pretending not to know or be with you if you were out with her and she saw someone whom she deemed more important/worthy.

Her roommate at the time was a publicist (who she lived with for about three years if I remember correctly, but could be wrong on the time) so she very much knows what she is doing and how the PR game works, in a different way than a lot of PR clients would.

When I met her, she was madly in love with her then boyfriend (Brent or Brett) who she bragged about because they had worked together at a restaurant, but she refused to date him because she had told him she had a rule about never dating co-workers. So he quit his job so she would go out with him. She bragged about that A LOT, specifically the fact that "he quit his job for me." Within a few months, she had started hanging with more C-list actor crowds and she met Simon Rex at a party. She then pretty quickly dumped "the love of her life" who had quit his job for her within a few days after just texting with Simon (at least she claimed they had only texted). She was giddy about Simon, and I honestly knew it wasn't because she liked him, she thought she had hit the jackpot with a guy who could help her climb up. The stories of her using and dumping people once they no longer serve[d] her are not at all surprising, not in the least!

Her demeanor and personality felt very forced most of the time like she was taking things from an etiquette book and trying to pass it off as the world she came from. I think it's worth remembering she spent a ton of time on Hollywood sets, because of her Dad, but he was unflashy and fairly simple and her Mom was a bit of a Hippie who was also (from what I saw) not trying to be nor obsessed with Hollywood or living a high life. She also went to schools with a lot of rich kids, but her parents weren't famous or well known whatsoever nor really trying to move within those circles, I gather they just wanted her in good schools (again, from what I gathered) yet she grew up seeing those lifestyles and all the attention, etc. I almost think of it similarly to the cliche stories of "the janitor's or the butler's kid" who grows up amongst that world, but is never fully accepted because they're the offspring of the "help" so becomes obsessed with trying to become accepted by them, and possibly even somewhat confused because maybe they feel as if that is as much their world as the elites.

Also for someone who seems to know how and when to use her black parent to her advantage, she sure doesn't seem keen to surround herself with any other black people (who aren't her mother or super famous). She has the ability to hire and provide opportunities to people and communities, but has she chosen to hire black people? Is she in black communities trying to help? Is she speaking out in support of Blk issues regularly? Did I miss the photo op at the Buffalo mass shooting? Is any of this required of her because she is half black, no of course not. But as a very obvious whyt passing bi-racial woman, her behavior is suspect.

I'm a black woman with a bi-racial mother myself. And no, I'm not jealous nor bitter and I'm only sharing this because I appreciate your work, Murad, but want you to have more information at least when it comes to her so you can maybe consider the possibility she may not be who you think. If she was a decent person I'd be happy for her, but who wants to be happy for an arsehole?

Either way, the Meghan I knew then is exactly the person I expected to be now, and that is not a kind or generous person who wants to help others, people are props to her and men are a means to an end. She is out for herself, everything is calculated and she will stop at nothing to be seen in a very specific light that is nothing but complimentary at all times. She wants to be seen as this incredible philanthropist, but simply is not that person because she isn't capable of not putting herself first, in my opinion."

[caitimetravels]

she’s insignificant

chapter 1: we only see each other at weddings and funerals

the umbrella academy x (fem) reader

disclaimer: i do not own the plot/storyline of the netflix tv series and i do not own the umbrella academy characters. 

warnings: mentions of death (rip reggie), mentions of overdosing

masterlist

we start our story in a lonely house. it was never quite the normal childhood house for the family that occupied it but it was definitely more lively than it was at the moment. she missed that. the house felt too big, too quiet. 

most people get the chance to move out when they grow up and that’s what the children of this house did. they weren’t comfortable in this house. she thought it was unfair. she never got the chance to grow up. she was stuck, trapped in the stupid house she could barely call home. maybe she could have had a wonderful life. met a nice man or woman, started a family. 

he stripped that life from her. tore it out of her grasp and toyed with her again. she was so sick of this life, she wanted an escape. 

she hated him. so why? 

why wasn’t she happy he was gone?

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october 1st, 1989.

on the 12th hour of this day 43 women around the world gave birth. this was unusual only in the fact that none of these women had been pregnant when the day began.

sir reginald hargreeves. eccentric billionaire and adventurer. he resolved to locate and adopt as many of the children as possible.

he got eight of them.

number 1 “luther”

the abnormally buff man steps out onto the moon, bouncing along to put his trash in the pile made before. he stares out at earth with a sad look. a beep on his arm breaks him out of his thoughts. he flips the material off his wrist, taking a look at the transmission sent to him.

number 2 “diego”

a masked man hurls the attacker into the wall, taking him out. he steps around the corner to help a scared family. “you’re family’s safe now” he goes to walk away, pausing at the tv. the news plays in front of him, stopping him short.

number 3 “allison”

a beautiful woman with curly highlighted hair steps onto the red carpet in an equally stunning red dress. she smiles and poses for the many cameras pointed her way. several reporters call out her name. it is then that one is whispered something. suddenly the questions change, they become more personal, asking about her father. a woman walks out and whispers something into her ear. her expression changes and they quickly walk away.

number 4 “klaus”

a man with short messy black hair jumps off a bed, saying his goodbyes to several other men in the room. he collects his things from a man through a window. he’s chucked a coin and he smiles giddily, looking rather happy to be out. immediately he goes back to buy drugs, consequently overdosing. he wakes up in an ambulance having been resuscitated. he notices the news, frowning.

number 7 “vanya”

the violinist beautifully playing to the empty theatre stops, taking deep breaths to calm herself down. she leaves, wandering down the street when she notices the news on a tv showing through the window. she whispers one word to herself, in disbelief. 

“dad..”

number 8 “y/n”

the h/c haired girl sat in an all too large library reading an anton chekhov play. she looks up at a small knock on the door. a chimpanzee dressed in a suit stands solemnly in the doorway. she raises and eyebrow, confused by his behaviour. he speaks softly, informing the girl of what her siblings were currently learning all over the city.

“oh..”

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number eight. the demon. 

the same h/c girl stands in a line with her 7 other siblings. a younger vanya is asked to leave. they all avoid looking at her. she was different.. at least that’s what their father told them. eight didn’t understand it. she was different too and no one asked her to leave. 

as usual eight is pulled away from her siblings as they train together. she is taken to a separate room, one built for her. it’s plain and white, much like a cell in a mental asylum.. or at least what she imagined a mental asylum to look like from what she had read in stories.

she hates this room but she hides her emotions just like her father taught her to. 

“don’t let them control you, number eight” he scolded, “you should be in control”

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the doors to the academy are slowly pushed open. vanya steps into the house, taking in how big the house was. it had been around 13 years since she’d been here. she took small steps through the large room, looking up at the chandelier. she turned towards the parlour where her mother sat by the fire. 

“hey mom” she called out softly. she received no answer. 

“she probably won’t answer” a new voice called out and vanya stepped further into the parlour to see her h/c haired sibling. she sat atop the bar, reading a book and not sparing her a glance. “she’s been lonely ever since you all left.. gone a bit weird i guess” 

vanya’s mouth fell open. how was she the same age? y/n hadn’t aged a day since they left. she was still in her 16 year old body. at her sister’s silence the h/c finally looked up.

“what?” she raised an eyebrow, “you look like you’ve seen a ghost” 

“vanya?” a voice sounded out from the stairs. the brown haired woman turned now spotting their other sister, allison. “you’re actually here..” she huffed, surprised but not at all disappointed.

“hey allison” vanya greeted carefully.

“hey sis” allison’s voice was soft as she walked over, offering a hug. their moment was ruined by diego.

“hah” he scoffed, “what is she doing here? you don’t belong here. not after what you did” he didn’t even look over at them, making his way towards the stairs.

“you’re seriously going to do this today?” allison asked in disbelief but diego only ignored her. “hmph, way to dress for the occasion by the way”

“at least i’m wearing black” he shot back, disappearing up the staircase.

“don’t mind him” the two girls turned towards y/n who now had her book tucked under her arm. “he’s just grumpy he had to come back”

“you know what.. no, um.. maybe he’s right” vanya shook her head, ready to leave. “i shouldn’t-”

“forget it” y/n stopped her, “he doesn’t matter.. i’m glad you came, all of you. even if you don’t want to be here.. i- i want you here” 

“i’m glad you’re here too” allison nodded, agreeing. y/n gave them a soft, small smile before moving away. the two older women shared a look as she disappeared. she had been lonely..

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vanya stood near the bookcases, looking over the old umbrella academy comic books and articles. she looked through the books until she came across her own. gently pulling it from the shelf she eyed it over, hopeful. there were creases in the fold. she opened the cover, revealing her note to her father. 

pogo interrupted her, clearing his throat. she smiled, crossing the room to embrace him. he noticed the book she was holding.

“do you know um.. did he ever read it?” she seemed unsure, not wanting to know the answer she expected. slowly, pogo sighed,

“not that i’m aware of” he shook his head, “i’m afraid those creases are from ms y/n. she loved reading it when you first released it”

they both glanced over at the painting of number five. 

“how long has it been since five disappeared?” vanya asked, 

“it’s been 16 years-” pogo was interrupted.

“4 months and 14 days” they both turned to see y/n entering. she either didn’t notice or ignored their stares, moving across the room to grab a new book. 

“did you.. did you ever find him?” vanya breathed, waiting in suspense for the answer. y/n finally looked at them now, pausing. she had always told her father that she didn’t, that she couldn’t but maybe just maybe she did.

“..yeah”

[beels-burger-babe]

I Can Be Your Type

***I wanted to write some fluff, and all of my current requests, except for maybe one, have angst in them in one form or another. SO I decided to complete the prompt that @poppi144 and I discussed during a "party time" here. So this is happening. Enjoy a break from the angst.*** Summary: Asmodeus is bored one day and, more importantly, he doesn't think he can stand looking at the eyesore of Satan's clothing choices for a second longer. A makeover ensues much to the amusement of the other brothers and annoyance of Satan...that is until MC sees it. Asmodeus smiled mischievously as he peaked into Satan's room. Sitting in his chair, peacefully reading a book and enjoying his day, was Asmodeus's target. He giggled to himself and skipped over to him. "Oh, Satan~" Asmo began in a sing-song voice.

Satan's grip noticeably tightened on the book, but he didn't look away from the pages. "What do you need, Asmo? I'm trying to read." A glance at the cover told him that Satan was reading "Cultural Traditions and Practices of the Humans Realm". Asmo's smile grew. This really was perfect. He draped himself over the back of his brother's chair. "I just thought that perhaps we could help each other out! You see, I am extremely bored and want something to do. Preferably, giving you a makeover." The blond sighed as he flipped the page of his book. "Why in Diavolo's name, would I agree to that?" Asmodeus's grin widened as he swiped Satan's book from his hand and waved it in front of his face. "Because I can turn you into MC's type." Satan paused as a blush dusted across his cheeks. Checkmate.

Satan looked at Asmodeus with intrigue. "They have a type?" The Avatar of Lust laughed as he turned towards the door. "Oh, big brother, you have so much to learn if you actually want to stand a chance against me at winning MC's heart," he smiled over his shoulder. "Come on. Let me work my magic." Satan gave Asmodeus a skeptical look, but sighed and rose to his feet. If there was even the slightest chance of this working, it would be worth it. *** It was not worth it. Satan glared at his reflection in the mirror, "I look ridiculous." Asmodeus giggled as he straightened out the leather, hooded jacket that Satan was wearing. "Nonsense! I put this outfit together myself which means you look amazing!" He beamed at Satan as he took a step back and admired his work. "You look dangerous, mysterious, enticing, cool-" "Foolish," Satan cut off and groaned as he fiddled with the leather cord necklace Asmodeus had put on him. "There's no way this will actually work. You just did this to make me look stupid." Asmo gasped and put a hand on his chest in mock offence. "Like I would ever do something like that to my favourite brother!" Satan just gave him an unimpressed look and began to take off the jacket. Asmodeus quickly rushed over to stop him. "Wait, wait, wait! This wasn't a prank. I seriously think this is MC's type! Trust me on this. At least let them see you in it."

Satan frowned and looked in the mirror. He looked like the stereotypical bad boy in all those animes that Levi watches. He was layered in a white t-shirt with a jacket that appeared to be some kind of leather jacket/hoodie hybrid. The jeans weren't bad. He wore skinny jeans on a regular basis. But these were black and had rips on the knees. His normal dress shoes had been replaced with a pair of black Doc Martins. Asmodeus had even gone so far as to stylistically mess up his hair a little with some gel, and add a very subtle touch of eyeliner around his eyes. Was this really what you were attracted to? Satan huffed and turned to Asmodeus. "Fine. But if they laugh, you will regret this Asmodeus." Asmo let out a cheer as he pushed him out of the door. "Yeah, yeah. Doom and gloom. I get it. You know, you're actually very in character for your look right now." Asmodeus dragged Satan down to the living room where you were supposed to be having a game night with the others. "Oh MC~ I've got a lovely gift for you~" He pushed Satan into the middle of the room and dramatically gestured to him. Only you weren't in the living room. Everyone else was, and they thought this was priceless. Laughter filled the room as the brothers doubled over at the sight of Satan scowling in his bad boy outfit. "Y-You, your look finally matches your sin! Holy fuck!" Mammon howled as he struggled to breathe through his laughter. Belphegor nodded and pointed to Mammon as he cackled. "It's like someone just rained on your black parade! You look like you're about to go kick a bunch of puppies!" Levi snorted and lifted up his phone to take a picture, "This is definitely going on Devilgram." Satan growled and took a threatening step towards Levi. Lucifer chuckled and wiped a tear from under his eye. "Calm down now. We wouldn't you to ruin your eyeliner." The laughter doubled in volume as Satan shouted at Lucifer to shut up. Even Beel was laughing along. "Alright, guys I'm ba-" Everyone went quiet as you entered the room holding a tray of cookies. You froze and stared at Satan with wide eyes and your jaw dropped, a slight blush on your cheeks. "S-Satan you look-" A low snarl came from him as he avoided eye contact with you. "Spare me your pretences and just get to the laughing bit. I've had enough of this." "No!" You squeaked out, causing everyone to stare at you. Your face was quite clearly flushed as you sputtered bashfully. "I-I mean, I wouldn't laugh. You look hot! I-I-I mean good! You look good. Very good indeed," you chuckled nervously and averted your eyes. "Oh Diavolo kill me now," you whispered to yourself.

Asmodeus smiled victoriously while the others gaped at you in shock. Satan merely smirked and walked closer to you. "Oh? Do you enjoy my appearance MC?" More flustered noises came from your mouth as you set down the tray. "I certainly don't not like it. It's j-just a good look for you, th-that's all."

Levi looked between the two of you confused. "Wha- MC! He looks like bullies in every high school anime that we've ever watched!" Satan noted with amusement that you seemed to glance at him with even more interest now. "You mean the ones that tease the protagonist, have a soft side, and nine times out ten builds into an enemies-to-lovers plot with an incredible redemption arc? I'm aware," there was an adorable bashful tone to your voice that made Satan smile wider. He approached you and took your hand into his own. "Then perhaps I should let you get to know my soft side more? Would you care to join me over some tea and light reading library?" he lowered his tone into a seductive husky rumble. "I have a thousand poems that have reminded me of you, which I would love to share." The brothers watched in horror as you became even more of a flustered mess and nodded eagerly. "Eh?! But it's game night MC!" Mammon quickly piped in, throwing in a pair of puppy dog eyes for good measure. You barely glanced in his direction. "Lucifer had just beat me out of the round anyway. You guys enjoy the cookies, I'm going to catch up with Satan." The fourth born led you by the hand as he looked back and smirked at the others. "Enjoy your game night, and thanks for the help Asmo." Silence filled the room after you two left.

"Damn. That worked better than intended," Asmo stated with slight envy on his tongue. Mammon glared at him. "Ya had to give him a make-over and make him look like a hunk, didn't ya?" Lucifer leaned back watching the door. "It's unfortunate. Though perhaps not an entirely negative thing. We can learn something from this," everyone looked at Lucifer curiously. For the next two weeks, the House of Lamentation was full of leather jackets and eyeliner.

*** This was so fun to write. I hope you guys enjoyed it 😊***